Mated

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a work of fiction. All characters and places are of my own creation. All characters are over 18 years of age. Copyright May 2013. This story contains supernatural/fantasy elements: Werewolves and other Wereanimals. This story contains homosexual activity/themes between males. If this offends you, please do not read. If it is illegal where you are, please do not read.

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Thanks to everyone who has read the previous chapters.

P.S.: Sorry this took so long.

Mated Chapter 06- Yours by mjwolfwriter@gmail.com

May 2 The auburn Wolf and the Coyote had been sitting in the construction company's crew room for a while waiting for their foreman to arrive. The rest of the work crew were sitting around the table with them. Zack wasn't sure exactly how it happened, but somehow his dinner date with Dylan had become THE topic of conversation. Though blaming Dustin probably wouldn't be off the mark.

"Okay, maybe not prick-worthy...but definitely dumbass," remarked the black-haired Coyote.

"I'm sure he had a good reason," replied Zack.

"Sure," said Robert, the five feet eight brown-haired Fox. "Maybe lil Dylan didn't wanna play." He had a toothy grin.

"Uhm, not so little," returned Zack with a smirk.

"Whoa...TMI dude."

The auburn Were chuckled. Robert was fun to mess with. The straight Fox was actually a pretty cool guy and Zack thought him a good friend who didn't have an issue with his being gay. But the little Fox did get a bit uncomfortable with the sharing of certain 'personal' details Zack would throw at him. He didn't do it in a mean way though...he knew what was too far for the guy.

"Size issues aside," chimed in Brian, a 24 year old, six feet nothing black-haired Wolf with blue eyes "maybe he just wasn't interested last night."

"Oh no, he was definitely interested," countered Zack. "I could smell it rolling off of him," he said with a salacious grin.

"Dude," started Robert.

"Now don't you get all bothered, Foxboy. I seem to recall your accounting of a certain 'Chelsea.' Or did you forget telling about that particular date," shot Dustin.

The smaller Fox looked as if he was going to object, then blushed red.

"Uh, sorry Zack," he said quietly.

"Sokay bud," Zack winked.

"Well if both Dylans were interested, why the cockblock, friend o' mine," queried Dustin.

Just then Jake, their crew foreman, walked up to the table. Jake was a six feet tall, average build Wolf in his mid 20's with blond hair and gray eyes. "Morning guys," he said as he placed a cup from Bitter Bean before Zack and sat down.

"Hey boss," chorused around the table.

Jake took a sip of his Bitter Bean mocha as he scanned his crew. "So...what are all you degenerates talking about this morning?" He wore his usual; easy smile.

Various objections and imprecations erupted around the table from all except Dustin. He got a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and said "We were just discussing Zack's lack-of-a-happy-ending dinner date last night."

"Oh? And who asked whom out on this anti-climactic date," the boss inquired.

Dustin replied "The guy asked Zack out. Apparently it was the guy's birthday."

Jake arched his brow. "Zack, I'm disappointed. A guy buys you dinner on his birthday and you don't even throw him a bone?" He shook his head. "So sad."

"Hey...that's not what happened," Zack shot back defensively. His irritation at all this talk about his date was mounting.

"Ah, I see. Then you must have been tremendously boring," Jake joked with a grin.

"I somehow can't picture Zack being boring," tossed out Brian.

"So we are back to what ever is wrong with this Dylan guy," rumbled Dimitri in his heavy Russian accent. At six feet seven and all muscle, the black-haired Bear towered over all of them. Though he looked menacing at first glance, his dark brown eyes showed his calm, laid back personality.

"There's nothing wrong with Dylan! Why don't all of you just shut the fuck up about my personal life," snapped Zack jumping up from the table and storming out into the brisk morning air, drink in hand. As easy as it would be to blame Dustin and the rest of the guys for his current edginess, he knew deep down it had a lot to do with his own confusion regarding Dylan's actions last night. Or lack of expected ones, actually.

He spent several minutes walking around outside drinking his latte and thinking, trying to calm himself. Did I not send a strong signal of interest? Then a real disturbing thought occurred. Did I come on too strong? His mother had reminded him that he tended to do that. Finishing his beverage, he returned to the crew room much calmer and apologized for his earlier outburst. Then the morning meeting got started.

The cobalt blue Chevy Trailblazer arrived at the Pacific Security Services employee parking lot at the usual time. The SUV would have entered its assigned parking space save for the fact that the spot was currently occupied.

"Fuuuck," Dylan rumbled to himself as he saw Benjamin leaning against the back of his red Hummer H1 flashing a big toothy smile and giving a little wave of his hand.

Why am I not surprised, he asked himself. Of course, he knew the answer to that question. 'Cause he knows me too well. He had to chuckle at himself for thinking he could just show up and go to work the very next day. Benjamin would expect it. And he was proved correct. Time to take my lumps. Dylan rolled his window down. "Uh, lovely morning, eh," he said with a grin."

The blond Wolf stepped up to Dylan's vehicle. "Sure is." Benjamin's eyes were sparkling. "So, tell me why the hell are you here?" He crossed his arms and looked Dylan in the eyes. "I thought you agreed to take some time off. This is not where you need to be. This is the last place you should be right now."

"Well, it's like this...I figured that it's Thursday and I could just fin..."

"Bzzzzt! Wrong answer. Your vacation is long overdue. Now, go to it, you stubborn bastard," said Benjamin. "I expect you away from the office for at least a week. I'd prefer it be two."

"You know, I am the boss," Dylan murmured petulantly. He had lost the argument from the beginning and he knew it. Hell, he had lost it driving into the lot. Of course, it didn't mean he had to like it.

"That was never in question, Dyl. Now, do I have to call your own security boys to escort you off or are you going to go quietly?" Benjamin stood there resolutely, left brow arched.

"Well, I'd say you wouldn't dare, but I know you," Dylan chuckled.

"Damn right." Benjamin leaned forward, hands on the door. "I know this is hard for you bro," he said softly. "You're so used to being here, being the boss, being the rock of the company. But part of that is knowing what your limits and needs are. Go, relax, reenergize."

Dylan sighed. "I know. I...I just don't know what to do with all that time, ya know?"

"Take a road trip. Read a book or two. Hell, why not hook up with that hot date you had. Bet she'd love more of that hot Tyler awesomeness," Benjamin guffawed, jabbing Dylan's arm.

"You are entirely too interested in my love life."

"I'm encouraging you to get one," Benjamin countered with a grin.

"Who's to say that I don't have a wild love life?"

Benjamin extended his hand. "Hello. Benjamin Evans. Best friend for, like, 15 years."

"I do go out on my own sometimes you know."

"True, you have been MIA a few Friday nights. But that is hardly a love life. And before you start, yes, I know you were on dates. But you know as well as I do that your life has largely been work or the weekly Friday night at your place."

"What about the evenings at The Grove? We do that a couple times a week," countered Dylan.

"Pffft. Oh please. That's still with me. And Else." Benjamin looked at him seriously and pointed a finger. "All of your arguments are therefore invalid."

"Fine, you win. And sorry about missing so many Fridays. Maybe tomorrow night?"

"Give me a call if you want me over, bro. Otherwise, enjoy your time off, okay?"

"Thanks Ben. I'll call, I promise." Dylan waited for his friend to step back from his SUV and then headed away from Pacific Security Services to gods knew where. What the fuck am I gonna do now?

Dylan's quick trip to Roasted netted him a double grande mocha but still no idea what he was going to do for the day. He decided to drive to the marina to drink it and think. The drive was short and he found a parking space easy enough. Securing his vehicle, he made his way to a bench overlooking the bay.

It was a nice day out. Spring was in full swing. It was sunny with just a slight breeze off of the water. He enjoyed the crisp, clean smell with a hint of salt. He just let his mind wander.

This would be a great day to be out there on the water. He had been on his parent's boat when he was a kid. And when he finished school they had taken a day cruise on it. They called it a day cruise, but it was more of a floating party. Maybe I'll check out some boats today, he thought with a grin. That was something he had considered before, but just never seemed to have the time to do. Looking at it now, Benjamin was right. He just never took the time.

Well, he had the time now. He stood up and walked in the direction of the boat dealership here at the marina. By the time he reached it, he had finished his mocha and tossed the cup in the trashcan by the entrance.

Dylan spent the next several hours with the attractive salesman looking at boat catalogs as well as some of the boats that they had out on the floor and in the water. The salesman, Robert, was a handsome and lean man Dylan guessed at late 20's of age. Just under six feet with dark brown hair in a stylish short cut. His light brown eyes were engaging and showed his enthusiasm. All in all, not a bad looking Mundane male.

At one time, Dylan might have been inclined to flirt and see what happened. He thought he was getting signals from the guy. But strangely, he felt nothing. The man was nothing like Zack. What the hell, he thought. Am I actually comparing other guys to Zack now? Damn, he was, he realized. His gut gave a little flutter at the thought of the redhead. I really should call him.

With several info sheets and brochures in hand, Dylan thanked the salesman and departed. Having inquired about boats for both personal and company use, he now had several options to consider. Returning to his vehicle, he looked at his watch. 11:00. Maybe Zack would like lunch. Dylan grabbed his cell and was about to call, then decided maybe a text would be better. He quickly tapped out "What do you think about lunch," and sent it.

Ten agonizing minutes later he got a reply.

[Zack] An important meal, usually eaten in the middle of the day :P

He chuckled to himself. Little smartass. "So that's a yes, then," he replied.

This time only a few moments passed.

[Zack] A wolf's gotta eat...lol ;)

Anyone else, with the exceptions of Benjamin or Else, and he'd be really annoyed. Instead he sent "Where would you like to go?"

[Zack] Anywhere, with you.

Is he serious? Dylan pondered a couple moments then responded with "Levity aside, where do you want to eat?"

[Zack] I'm not joking, Dylan. I don't care, as long as it's with you.

Dylan's gut fluttered again and his heart raced. Gods...maybe he really is interested in more than just sex. That thought was both exciting and a little frightening. He had to be honest with himself...it would be great if that was the case.. Dylan's face acquired a broad smile at that thought.

As 11:30 approached, he suggested Kara's for it's familiarity and casualness. After all, Zack was working so a dressy place was unreasonable.

[Zack] Fine. Be aware, the guys lunch there, too...lol

He chuckled to himself as he sent "They can get their own guys. 12:00 work?"

[Zack] LOL. See you soon (kiss)

For a moment, Dylan thought his heart may have skipped a few beats. He felt euphoric. He put his cell in its handsfree holder and took off for the restaurant, breaking into song:

Does he love me I want to know

How can I tell if he loves me so

(Is it in his eyes)

Oh no, you'll be deceived

(Is it in his eyes)

Oh no he'll make believe

If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss * * * * *

Zack sat at the table at Kara's with his workmates. It was 12:05 and Dylan had not yet arrived. He figured it was probably traffic, despite what his friends were saying. Why would Dylan ask about lunch if he wasn't going to show?

He picked up his cell and was about to call when he caught the scent. His scent. His nostrils flared and his heart raced. Dylan was here! He looked towards the door and his eyes confirmed what he knew.

There was the six feet two inch, muscled Were of his dreams!

The auburn Wolf jumped up and ran to greet the newcomer. Dylan had made it half a dozen steps before Zack reached him. He ignored the offered hand and pulled the black-haired Wolf's head down for a kiss. It wasn't a terribly deep one, but no peck on the lips, either.

Breaking from the kiss, Zack smiled widely. "You're late, hotstuff."

Dylan blushed slightly. "Sorry."

"That's okay. You can make it up to me later," Zack grinned with a wink.

"Count on it."

The look in Dylan's eyes and the tone of his voice sent Zack's thoughts racing as much as his heart was. His body started to respond when the moment was broken by a chorus of calls from his crewmates.

"Uhm...the guys," Zack chuckled and grabbed the big Wolf's arm, dragging him towards the table of construction workers. Stopping at the table he made introductions. "Dylan...losers. Losers...Dylan!" His grin would probably need to be sandblasted off.

"Hey again, Dylan," greeted Dustin. And he actually smiled.

"Uh...hey," the dark Wolf replied.

A blond Wolf stood up and offered his hand. "Jake. Pleased to meet ya."

One by one, Brian, Robert and Dimitri also offered handshakes and greetings. And tried the strong grip bit. It didn't get missed by Zack, who gave each offender a glare. He noticed Dylan didn't seem to react to any of it. Just smiled and exchanged salutations. None of the guys winced or commented. Maybe his guy was playing nice for him. He had no doubt the big guy could dish it out if he chose to.

"Alright you guys, I'm gonna go grab some eats." Having said that, Zack grabbed Dylan's hand and led him off to an open table in a corner of the place. As it happened, it was Dylan's usual table.

The server arrived just as they sat. She was about to hand them menus when they both told her they were not needed. She took their orders and departed.

The big Wolf looked nervous. "I'm, uh...I'm glad you accepted the invite." Zack looked into those gorgeous blue eyes. "You had doubts?"

"Well...after last night I..."

The auburn Were held up a hand. "That can come later. I'm sure you had your reasons, and I'm curious to hear them. But not now, okay?"

Dylan nodded.

The food was brought and they enjoyed their meal together with light conversation. As he still had work, Zack ate quickly, mindful of the clock and his workmates. At 12:45 he thanked Dylan for a great time and told him he had to get back to work.

"So, maybe dinner," Dylan asked.

"It's possible." Zack replied, arms crossed.

"I'll, uh...throw in breakfast, too." The hot stud looked like he was going a darker shade.

"And just where would we go for that?" Zack's left eyebrow arched up.

"I was...uhm...I was thinking we would...uhm..."

"Yes?"

"Stay in and I'd cook that, too" It was said so softly, and his eyes were looking downward. And the big man actually was blushing red for certain.

"I see. A home cooked dinner and breakfast, is that right?"

Dylan nodded.

Zack pulled him into a tight embrace and planted a much deeper kiss. "I'll see you tonight then." He gave Dylan's hand a squeeze and headed off to rejoin his crew.

"Looked like you almost needed a room there, bud," quipped Dustin.

"Oh, I have one for this evening," Zack shot back with a toothy grin.

Several ooo's and a groan follow and the group head to their trucks.

The rest of the day, Zack worked with his usual brand of carefree enthusiasm and banter. At the end of the work day, everyone loaded up the trucks and drove back to the yard.

Turning the truck off, Dustin turned to Zack. "Join me for a few beers?"

"Not tonight Dust. Got dinner plans. Dylan said he was going to cook for me." The grin had returned.

"Now why do I think you're on the menu, too?"

"Cause I am pretty damn sure it's true." He was positively beaming.

"Well he did say no last night."

"But he definitely indicated he most certainly won't tonight." Zack's eyes were sparkling brightly. His body was beginning to respond to the thoughts of what may happen.

"Alright, but if this guy gives you trouble, just give me a call."

"Dust, if Dylan really wanted to cause trouble...I doubt you or I could stop him."

"Hey, you're not helping my confidence here. Besides, I'm not so small ya know."

"Oh, get real bud...he's got size and years on us both. Besides that, he's former Marine on top of it all. We swing hammers."

"Two against one?"

"Uh huh. Even if I was able to make that call, I'd be done by the time you found what was left. But this is a pointless line of thought anyway. He'll want to do me, not do me in."

"Oh my god, Death by Fuck."

"Oh my god, dumbass talking."

"Yeah yeah, very funny. Seriously though, have a good night bud."

"Thanks Dust. You, too." Zack quickly went to clock out and mounted his Katana. He zipped home as rapidly as he could.

Once in his apartment, he checked the clock on his entertainment center. 6:10 pm. He called Dylan. A few rings later, it connected. "Hey Dylan...Good, and you...Great, what time ya want me over...Cool, see you then...Bye." Zack disconnected and stripped right there in is living room. Going into his bedroom, he pulled out a gym bag and packed a fresh set of work clothes. He took a quick, thorough shower and was dressed and on his way within thirty minutes.

At close to 7:30, Dylan heard the sound of a motorcycle engine revving. And it sounded like it was getting nearer. He wondered if someone was lost or something. His home was well away from the road so it wasn't a motorcycle just passing by.

He stopped working on the salad he was making for the dinner and went to the kitchen window to look outside. He saw a sporty Katana motorcycle roar up and park beside his Trailblazer. The person riding it was in blue jeans and a black zipped up motorcycle jacket. They dismounted and removed their helmet, revealing short, dark auburn hair.

Dylan smiled and stepped into the dinning room to light the candles he had set up in the center of the table. Two simple, white tapers. He had gone out and purchased a set of very nice Stoneware dinnerware in a pleasing medium gray square style. Also some crystal wine glasses. A set of high quality stainless steel flatware completed the whole affair.

No sooner were the candles lit than he heard his doorbell chime. He jammed the lighter into a pant pocket on the way to the front door. He had gone with black casual pants and an Indigo button-up short sleeve shirt.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it, Dylan opened his door and saw Zack, jacket unzipped, in a Forest green button-up shirt. He had his helmet under his left arm and his smile was bright, eyes sparkling.

"May I come in, Mr. Tyler?" Zack batted his eyes and grinned.

"I thought I told you to never call me Mr. Tyler again," Dylan said lightly, returning the grin. The big Wolf stepped back from the door, allowing his guest to enter.

He closed the door and turned to his guest. "May I take your jacket?"

Zack looked in Dylan's eyes with a mischievous glint in his own. "Sure. The question is how you wanna do it."

"What?"

"Well, I could just hand it to you. Oooor, you could come and get it," he said with a wink.

Dylan emitted a soft growl as he stepped close to Zack. He reached out and caressed his chest a moment before sliding his hands under the jacket and slipped it off of Zack's shoulders. Stopping halfway down the Wolf's arms, he embraced him tightly. Bowing his head, he nuzzled into the left side of Zack's neck, nipping lightly. He began working his way to Zack's mouth, which he attacked with passion.

Zack moaned into the kiss, tongue dueling with the larger Wolf's. He tried to bring his hands up, but it was useless, Dylan had him well pinned. It continued several moments before Dylan released him, and removed the jacket entirely.

"Please, have a seat, dinner will be done shortly," commented Dylan as he left to hang the jacket up. Returning, he asked Zack if he wanted something to drink.

"Water would be fine."

Bringing the water, Dylan then asked how the auburn stud preferred his steak cooked. "Medium rare," was the reply. He chuckled to himself. He had guessed a form of rare, but one had to ask just in case.

"If you would like to listen to some music, the remote is there," pointing to the coffee table in front of the couch. Getting a nod, Dylan went over to the entertainment center and turned the television on and switched to the correct input. He subscribed to a digital music service that displayed its offerings through the television screen. Having set his guest up with beverage and entertainment, he went to cook the steaks.

In the kitchen he had put on a white apron with the inscription "Rare implies dangerously cooked" in red block lettering. He placed the steaks on the grill with tongs and then placed the platter on the table by the grill. Seasoning them lightly, he went back to the kitchen to get a fresh platter to put the 'cooked' meat on.

Once the steaks were done, Dylan put them on the clean platter, turned off the grill and headed to the kitchen. He took a couple of minutes to finish the salad and then took off the apron, hanging it on its hook. He pulled the wine out and uncorked it, setting it on the counter. Time to get his dinner guest.

He stepped into the living room. "Zack, dinner's ready handsome," he announced with a smile.

Zack stood and followed the dark-haired Wolf into the dinning room. Dylan smiled widely as he pulled a chair out for Zack. "Make yourself comfortable," he said with a wink.

He went to the kitchen and returned with the wine, pouring first a glass for Zack, then himself. Another trip and he was back with the salads and bread. Once more for the steaks and they had everything. Dylan took his seat and smiled. He was doing that a lot, he noticed. Every thought about Zack made him smile, it seemed.

Over dinner the conversation was light. Stories and laughs. Little tidbits more about themselves were revealed. Almost as if there was an unspoken understanding that last night was not to be discussed over dinner.

By the end of the meal, both had consumed two glasses of wine and were well satisfied. Dylan directed Zack to the living room and then took the dishes into the kitchen. He quickly joined his guest on the sofa.

He put on some soft music and turned his attention to Zack.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner. I'm not exactly a chef, but I know my way around the kitchen and grill," he chuckled.

"Oh, you certainly have a way with meat," Zack winked and scooted closer to his hunky host.

"So," Dylan began.

"So, what?"

"About last night..."

Zack placed a hand in the middle of Dylan's chest and rubbed firmly. "Later."

"Don't you wanna know why...why I didn't...accept your invitation?" The auburn's actions were starting to disrupt his thoughts.

"Of course, just not now," he replied as he leaned closer, his hand traveling up the larger Wolf's chest, neck and finally gripping the side of his face lightly. He drew it closer to his own and planted a soft kiss on Dylan's lips. He pulled back slightly and smiled, resting his hand back on Dylan's chest.

The big Were reached out and palmed the back of Zack's head, pulling him back, initiating a deeper kiss. Thoughts of any explanation were rapidly slipping away, other thoughts taking their place.

The younger Wolf moaned into it. Soon, Zack resumed rubbing Dylan's chest, then began working lower, over his abs. In moments he was trying to unbutton the shirt with one hand. Not such an easy task given the circumstances. But he was up to the challenge and managed to get several open and ran his fingers in the big Wolf's fur.

Now Dylan was part moaning part growling deep in his chest. This man definitely turned him on like no other. And those hands on his chest felt so good. It was making him hard. He ended the kiss so he could finish with the shirt and removed it.

Then he set his attention to Zack's shirt. His impulse was to just rip the shirt open and clean up the buttons later, but instead he controlled himself and took the time and unbuttoned it properly. It quickly joined his own shirt across the room.

Both men now shirtless, Dylan pulled Zack close to his body in a tight embrace, hands playing over the auburn's back. The deep, passionate kissing resumed.

Zack, on his knees, pressed forward tipping them both over. Laying on top of the large muscled Were, he broke the kiss to lick and nip his way down Dylan's neck to the point it joined the shoulder. This area got extra attention, resulting in a fine mark to remember it by.

Dylan used this position to feel all over Zack's back and grip his sexy ass. The little Were's actions felt damn good and the pheromones the guy was pumping out were making him crazy. He imagined it was the same from him, the way Zack was reacting. He could certainly feel Zack's arousal over his own stiff member.

Pushing Zack back, Dylan sat upright. He quickly untied his boots then stood. Taking the cue, Zack followed suit. After both had removed their footwear the larger Wolf faced his hot guest and grasped his waist, pulling him close. He leaned down slightly, his mouth finding Zack's as his hands found the man's ass.

A couple rubs, a good squeeze and then Dylan lifted the smaller man up. Zack quickly wrapped his arms around Dylan's neck and legs around his waist and hung on. And that's the way Dylan carried him to the master bedroom.

When he got to the king-sized bed he climbed on and laid Zack down in the middle of it, hovering over him, bodies still intertwined. Once again their mouths met in passion before Dylan pulled away, disentangling his arms from the man beneath him. He rose up, straddled himself over Zack's groin and placed his hands on the auburn's pecs. He looked down at the sexy guy with a wide grin and lust in his eyes.

Dylan continued to massage and knead Zack's upper torso, periodically licking or kissing a spot. The occasional moan served to encourage his efforts. After some time, Dylan scooted himself backwards and continued his endeavors lower.

Hands reaching the beltline, he unbuckled the belt then unfastened the little stud's jeans button by button, splaying them wide. He smiled at the bright white briefs and stroked his fingers along the hardening cock they contained. It was met with more moans and whimpers. He was really enjoying those sounds.

With a little assistance from his partner, the little Were's jeans and briefs found themselves in a heap on the floor and Dylan's soon joined them. The big Wolf was immediately back to his play, sniffing and licking Zack's smooth balls and the occasional gentle suck. He abandoned the wet hairless sac to lick up the underside of the now rigid manhood and lapped briefly at the head, savoring the clear juice leaking from it.

The scent and tastes were driving him wild with lust. He licked and nipped his way up Zack's front, covering the auburn man with his body.

The feel of his skin and fur against his was ratcheting him up. Hands on either side of Zack's chest, he ground their cocks together as he attacked the man's mouth again. The sounds of pleasure spurred him on until he had to break to take a proper breath.

Dylan gazed into the sexy little Wolf's gorgeous green eyes. Gods I want him so much. "You are absolutely the hottest man I have ever met." It was spoken in a hoarse voice, sincerity flowing from him. That sounds like such a cheap line, he thought

Husky laughter met his ears. "I bet you say that to all the boys." Zack flashed him another one of his mischievous grins and a wink.

"Oh yeah. I have guys just parading through here constantly." He chuckled lightly.

"Then I need to do something to make you forget all those other guys."

"What other guys," Dylan grinned.

"Damn right. I'm the only man you need." The tone was playful, yet firm and Zack followed it by pulling Dylan in for another hot passionate kiss.

The big man's gut fluttered and his heart seemed to thump harder in his chest. Oh, if that were true. Wait a second. Where the fuck did that come from? He broke the kiss after a minute, pulling back slightly. "Is that so," he returned, arching a brow.

"Yeah, you just don't know it yet." Zack reached for the back of Dylan's head and raked his fingers up and down through the short cropped hair affectionately. "But just wait, you'll see." His eyes held Dylan's Frost blues until the moment was ended by the larger man's nervous laugh.

"Perhaps so." All of these recent new feelings of desire, hell, attachment even, had his mind a little out of sorts. He decided it would be better returning to his plan for the evening. He smiled. "How about for now we get back to what we were doing?" He wagged his eyebrows a few times.

"Sounds good to me." Zack promptly flipped over onto his belly. "Please do continue. Your hands feel sooo good."

"As you wish." Dylan positioned himself just above Zack's ass and began massaging, starting at the neck and shoulders. He slowly worked his way down, Zack moaning the whole time and uttering words of appreciation and encouragement. Repositioning over Zack's thighs, Dylan resumed his descending path along the auburn's body.

Finally reaching the man's perfect ass, the dark-haired Were spent time just admiring it. He rubbed and squeezed and ran his thumbs in the crack. "Just beautiful," he whispered.

The little Wolf flexed it a few times. "You like it, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Dylan rumbled.

"It's all yours, you know." The statement sounded matter of fact.

A low chuckle escaped Dylan. "I bet you say that to all the guys."

Zack looked back over his shoulder. "Just one, actually."

Another light chuckle from Dylan. "I refuse to accept that a sexy man like you hasn't had other playmates."

"I never said I haven't," he replied. "Just that I haven't gone around saying that to everyone I've ever been with," he stated plainly.

Shit. Way to sound like a prick. "Uh, I didn't really mean..."

"Relax big guy, just saying." Dylan thought he heard mirth in the little stud's voice.

"So noted. How about I shut my big mouth and go back to what I was doing?"

"Well, there are other things you could be doing with it," Zack chuckled and flexed his butt again.

"How right you are." Without another word Dylan slipped down and laved attention on those beautiful fleshy cheeks. He spent considerable time licking, nipping and squeezing, interspersed with the occasional tongue up and down the crack. Eventually, he pulled the mounds apart and focused on Zack's pink opening. He flicked his tongue around it then zeroed in and poked the tip in. He was rewarded with a gasp followed by whimper of pleasure. "I take it you approve of this use?"

"Oh my god, yes. Don't stop, please don't stop."

As a response Dylan probed deeper with his tongue. A few moments later, he began using a finger as well. Several minutes of that and he added a second. Zack was moaning and writhing and grabbing fistfuls of the bedding. Dylan figured that was a good point to add a third to the task. He slid them in and out, twisting them around.

When he pulled his fingers out to just look at that opening just calling to him, Zack quickly moved further up the bed. "Get up here," he rasped, patting the middle of the bed. "On your back." No sooner had Dylan settled than the auburn Wolf was over him in a 69 position, greedily going after the big man's cock. It was like a magic trick, he made it disappear.

Now it was Dylan's turn to moan. And he did...loudly. "Fuuuuck!" To add to the sensation, Zack continued to moan around the big cock now fully down his throat as he fondled the big furry balls. After a couple minutes of this, Dylan took Zack in his mouth, giving him the same treatment. He soon left the balls though and returned to fingering to that hot hole. He knew he would soon be sliding his aching cock in there.

He could tell tell Zack was almost ready for it by the fact that the man was starting to hump his face. His own passion was high and began to do the same to Zack. After a few strokes, he felt his cock pop out of the warm, wet sheath it was encased in.

"Fuck me! Now," Zack barked.

Aaand it's time. "As you wish. How do you want me babe?" Did I just call him babe? Am I okay with that?

Zack lay himself on his back with his head on a pillow. His voice was breathy. "Take me Dylan, please." To show his eagerness, he pulled his legs to his chest, exposing his oh so ready pucker.

Dylan moved into position and gazed down at the sexiest man ever. A deep growl bubbled up from deep inside. "The lube is in the drawer to your right," he said quietly. It was quickly in his hand. He took a moment or two squirting some on his fingers and on the inviting orifice below him. A few strokes of two fingers and he squirted just a little more on his dripping cock.

"Come on already. Don't play with it. Use it damnit."

Dylan chuckled. "Yes dear," he quipped teasingly. Scooting a few inches closer, he placed the head at Zack's entrance and pushed slowly. It popped in and both men uttered a moan.

He held still a moment and then began his slow slide into this magnificent example of male perfection. He took his time, seesawing back and forth, going deeper with every in-stroke. Soon, he was firmly and fully planted inside the sexy Wolf.

Zack grunted softly when Dylan bottomed out. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "Feels so good. Come here." He reached a hand out.

Dylan leaned down over Zack, who slid his hand behind the big man's neck and pulled him in for a deep and intense kiss. As they kissed, Dylan began a fuck rhythm...long and slow strokes. Almost out then fully in. Both issued small grunts of pleasure every time he hit home.

Several minutes later, Dylan picked up the pace. Faster, harder. Grunts and moans started turning into growls. The words "Harder" and "Fuck" filled the bedroom. Sweat began to poor off of them as the relentless assault continued. Zack was again gripping fistfuls of bedding, head thrashing side to side.

Dylan pulled out and flipped the stud over onto his belly and replanted himself deeply in one thrust with a growl. Zack grunted and Dylan resumed his hard, fast pounding. After 45 minutes of straight out fucking, Dylan felt he was nearing his climax. Not too many strokes left, in fact.

"Oh gods, Zack...I'm almost there," he warned.

"Oh fuck yes. Fill me with your cream baby."

Dylan pressed his body to Zack's back, wrapping his arms around the auburn's chest. Three hard thrusts and he loosed his pent up cum with a bellow. He grunted as it pulsed into Zack. When he caught his breath a few moments later, he slowly slid out and moved to his left side. Smiling at the still moaning man, he rubbed his back affectionately. It was slick with sweat.

"Oh. My. Fuck.," Zack panted out.

A hearty laugh escaped Dylan. "I take it you approve?"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

"So...am I forgiven for last night?"

Zack flipped over onto his back and smiled. "You weren't in trouble in the first place."

The big Wolf sighed slightly. "I was concerned you might have been upset with me."

Zack looked thoughtful. "Not really...confused a little, but not upset."

"Yeah, I'm sorry it didn't end the way you expected it to." Dylan's face showed his sincerity and concern. "The way you had every right to expect it to. That was entirely my fault."

"I had wondered if maybe I had said something or done something to make you uninterested. I mean, I thought I read interest..."

"Oh, you most certainly did." Dylan got a brief toothy grin. The thought of his next words however, wiped it away. "But then I did something stupid thinking I was brilliant."

Zack sat there watching him, clearly expecting more. He arched his brow.

Dylan took a deep breath and released it. "I thought I'd see if maybe you would still be interested if sex wasn't on the table. I figured if you accepted another date after that..."

"You're right. That was really stupid."

"I'm so..." Dylan began.

Zack held up a hand to quiet him. He had a serious look that soon broke into a grin. "It's just lucky for you that I'll always want to be with you." He rolled himself up and over onto Dylan, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

After the kiss ended, Dylan asked "So you would consider future dates, then?" It was almost a whisper.

"Any time, every time. I'm all yours, sexy."

The big Wolf got that flutter again in his belly. He smiled. "I could really get to like that." He placed a gentle kiss of his own on Zack. "For right now, how about a nice shower? I know I could sure use it," he chuckled. The auburn stud grinned and nodded and Dylan led him to the bathroom.

It was a long shower and both men took their time washing each other and just enjoying themselves under the cascade of water. When they finished they took turns drying each other, Dylan going last. Tossing the towel into the shower with the other one, he took Zack's hand and took him back to the bedroom.

He quickly stripped the top sheet and blanket off the bed and went to get a fresh sheet. Since it was warm, he didn't bother with a blanket. Zack helped him spread it out and then they both climbed into bed. They turned onto their left sides, Dylan spooning into Zack's back and wrapping his arm over the warm little Wolf, caressing him from chest to belly leisurely.

Zack let out a soft sigh and a few moments later squirmed a bit and reached between them to grab Dylan's cock. He stroked until it was hard. "I want to go to sleep with you in me. Please?"

Dylan chuckled softly. "As you wish," he whispered as he carefully slipped into Zack.

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