Chapter 1 #3
“Hell yeah. Whip that shit up,” he said, leaning over the counter. His excitement quickly turned to flat-eared disappointment. “Where’s the mayo?”
“What do you think this is, Benihana? I told you, I have tuna and bread. Do you want it or not?”
“I really shouldn’t have spent that money,” he muttered, looking at the can and half a loaf of white bread. “All right. I’ll have one of yer sad tuna sandwiches.”
“You know what’s even sadder? No sandwiches,” I said, pulling out my can opener before getting to work on the meal. “Why are you homeless? Couldn’t get a real job?”
“Oh, I got a job,” he said.
I stopped opening the can at the halfway point and glared at him.
“I work as a bouncer at The Booby Trap. The girlfriend kicked me out, so I didn’t have a place to stay.”
“Get the fuck out of my apartment!”
“What? I wasn’t lyin’ or nothin’. The bitch took all my money, and I don’t get paid ‘til Thursday. I just needed a place to crash while things cool.”
“I’m such a gullible idiot.”
Roscoe looked down at the can, tapping his fingers against the counter. “You gonna finish opening that?”
I had never felt the kind of rage that was brewing in my chest, but being around this werewolf brought me to entirely new levels. Part of me wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze until he stopped breathing, but he’d probably end up laughing it off.
“Yer face is kind of red. You gettin’ sick or something?”
“Something like that,” I grumbled, draining the can before spreading the tuna on two pieces of bread.
“You gonna put a couple more pieces on that?”
I picked up the tuna-covered bread, folded it in half and shoved it in his face. “No. I’m saving that bread for toast tomorrow.”
He stuffed the entire thing into his mouth. “You gonna actually butter it, or will it be another disappointing culinary experience like this one?” he said with his mouth full.
“You’ve got one hell of a set of balls on you to be complaining.”
“I mean, mayo cost like, what? A couple bucks?”
“I hate you so much.”
Roscoe grinned with chunks of food in his teeth, folded the other sandwich, and took it all in one bite.
“I need to grab some towels for you to sleep on,” I said, walking into the bathroom linen closet. “Don’t touch anything.”
“I’ll try not to touch any of the three things you got in this place.”
I heard something open from the kitchen. “What did I just say?”
“I’m thirsty. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Roscoe! Drink water,” I said, grabbing as many towels as I could before running back into the room. I threw them onto the floor and tried to take the bottle of wine from him, but he lifted it out of my reach. “Give me that, now!”
“How ’bout we both get a little drunk?”
“I was saving those.”
“For what? Company? With yer personality, they’d just sit there and go bad.”
“Funny.” I grabbed a glass. “I guess since you opened it…”
“Don’t be a sissy.” He took a few hearty gulps of the wine before shoving the bottle into my hands. “Drink it like that.”
“You got your slobber all over it!”
“There’s a fair bit of backwash in there too.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, passing him back the bottle.
“I’m kidding. Just drink it.”
The ceiling got farther away as I leaned back in the beanbag chair, drunker than I’d been in a while. Roscoe and I finished off both bottles, and he wasn’t even remotely tipsy.
“So yer parents are druggies. You got a useless degree, and you can’t land a good job.” He sat upright on the towels I laid out for him, smirking. “Yer hot and young. Just get yourself an old rich homo to shack up with and yer money troubles go away. Don’t know why the hell you try so hard.”
“I’d rather not end up a worthless bum like you.”
He grinned wider. “I get by just fine.”
“You’re in my house, eating my food, and drinking my wine. You’re only getting by because you leech off other people.”
“I think I need to correct you a little here. You let me follow you home. You made me dinner without me asking, and I got you to drink with me. That all took persistence and effort, buddy. And I’ve been perfecting my injured dog face for added effect. You fell hard for it.”
He was so beyond audacious that I couldn’t even be mad at him anymore.
“I don’t understand. You stink, you’re a slob, and you use people. How do you even have a girlfriend?”
“Because I’m confident and hung and I know how to fuck humans real good.”
The wine must have clouded my judgment because I actually found I was turned on. God, I felt so gross.
“You know, the offer’s still on the table,” he said, crawling closer to me.
“I’ll pass.”
His hand landed on my crotch, startling me for a second.
“How many times do I have to say no to you?”
“If you think about it, you haven’t really said no to me yet.” He rubbed his thumb against the seam of my jean shorts. “Yer dick sure doesn’t agree with you.”
“If you actually applied yourself, you’d make a decent used car salesman.”
He pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned my shorts.
“I’m going to let you do this, aren’t I?”
“Sure are,” he said, pulling the thick fabric all the way off. “Damn, look at that. The twink’s packin’.”
“I told you not to call me that.”
His massive, slobbery tongue caressed my balls. The heat of his mouth soon enveloped my cock, and despite his sharp teeth, I barely felt them graze me.
“Well fuck,” I said with a half-sigh, half-moan as his mouth went from my crotch to my ass. “Whoa! What the hell are you doing?”
“Gotta eat something good tonight.”
I didn’t know when I passed out, but things started becoming clear as different smells assaulted my nose.
Alcohol, wet fur, sweat, and semen mixed together in one angry, almost scolding odor.
When I looked at the satisfied werewolf snoring with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, I’d never felt more ashamed than I did at that moment.
“Goddamn it,” I whispered, shoving Roscoe hard until he snorted awake. “I didn’t say you could sleep on my bed.”
“What, are you gonna kick me out?” He wrapped his arms around me, shoving his damp crotch into my back. “I’d like to see you try.”
I wasn’t sure if I had become a victim or if I’d gotten lucky, because even though I was hazy and sore, my reality was undeniable.
It was clear as crystal why these werewolves’ cringey ways worked so well, especially if they were all that good in bed.
One thing was for certain—absolutely no one could ever know about this.
“Just shut up and go to sleep. I’ll have to deal with you tomorrow.”
“Ooo…” Roscoe’s ears perked up.
“Not like that.”
His ears flattened against his head. “Aww…”