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Coming Out Wolf

Julia Talbot

"Tell me it gets better."
"Huh?" Rick glanced over at Steve, his thumbs not

even missing a beat on his game controller. He loved
Resident Evil, even if it was a cliché these days. "The
game? It's pretty good right now."

"No." Steve threw a honey-roasted peanut at him

from across the way, the remnants of their beer and
cheese tray snack all around.

"Being gay?"
Steve had come out of the closet like a week ago at

the ripe age of twenty-eight. It had shocked the shit out
of everyone but Rick, who had been Steve's roommate
for three years, and who knew what kind of stuff Steve
got off on late at night when no one was looking. He
also knew that Steve had gotten laid more in the last
week than he had in the last three years, so it was hard to
think the man wanted that to get better.

"No, asshat!"
"Well, what then?" Rick sighed, his last game life

going down the drain. Maybe it was time to go get
another beer.

"This whole werewolf thing. Tell me it gets better."
"Oh." He grinned a little. Steve had come out of the

closet as gay because he couldn't come out as a
werewolf. Something about how he wanted to tell the
truth about something in his life. "I dunno, man. I've
been a shifter since I was born, so it's not like I had a
choice."

"Hey! It's not like I chose it, either."

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"Yeah, but you just got bit a few years back." Steve

rolled his eyes. "It's way harder coming to grips with it
at your age."

"Thanks." Steve sighed, kicking his feet up on the

coffee table, all skinny jeans and pointy loafers. Very
privately, Rick thought of those shoes as pussy shoes,
but he wouldn't tell Steve that.

"I wish there was a support group or something,

man." Rick wouldn't go, but he sure wouldn't mind
sending Steve. "Maybe we could find you a shaman or
something. My pack had one."

"Uh-huh. That worked so well for you."
Rick grimaced. Yeah, okay, so his pack shaman had

prophesized him being gay and the pack had told him he
was going to be demoted to scum-sucking bottom-
feeder. Gay wolves weren't banished or anything, they
were just not terribly productive to the pack, and thus
resources weren't wasted on them… He hadn't been all
that upset, though. Pack life was like the worst kind of
small town. Everyone was all up in your business all the
time.

"I meant a lone shaman," he clarified. "Like you and

me being lone wolves."

"Well, that's just it!" Steve burst out. "I don't want to

be a lone wolf. I want a mate, even if I am queer."

"Oh." Rick blinked. He'd never thought of Steve

getting a mate and leaving and shit. He thought they
made a pretty good little pack together, even if they'd
never been more than buddies. Oh, he'd looked, but
Steve hated being a wolf, so Rick had never done
anything. "Well, I guess… I mean, we can get out more.
Get you meeting people. Wolves. Whatever."

Steve gave him an unreadable look, feet hitting the

floor hard. "Thanks. I'll pass." With that, Steve stood

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and stomped out of the room, ass flouncing a little in a
good way.

Lord, it was as bad as living with a girl.
Rick picked up his remote and started a new game.

Some days it was better to just let shit roll off your fur.

***

Steve lay on his bed and pondered what he would

have to do to get Rick to notice him.

Red hot pokers up the butt? A porn movie starring

Steve? Rick watched a lot of porn. The man was an
island or something, and it was hard to get him to look
up from the video games Rick loved so.

It made Steve crazy. Ever since he'd been turned into

a werewolf by a random hook-up who was perfectly
happy to keep Steve in the closet, Steve had been
looking for someone special. Little by little he had
decided that special someone was Rick. He'd thrown
every clue he could at his clueless roommate, finally
deciding that Rick just didn't know Steve was gay.

So, he'd come out of the closet. He thought maybe

that would be the best way to get the ball rolling, and let
Rick know he was ready. Willing. Available.

When that failed, he'd gone out with every gay man

in a hundred mile radius, hoping to make Rick jealous.
No dice.

The problem with all those other guys was twofold;

they weren't Rick, and they weren't werewolves. There
was too much to hide from them, too much he couldn't
tell people. It was hard to make a lasting relationship
that way.

That meant he had to keep trying with Rick; Rick

knew what it meant to be furry a few nights a month
and, presumably, the man occasionally had sex. Steve

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had never seen Rick with anyone, but that meant less
than an itchy pair of balls. Rick was pretty private.

Flopping to his left side, Steve tried to get his blood

pressure to drop. He was so damned annoyed. Maybe
they could get him out more, indeed. Why did Rick have
to be so thick-headed?

Finally, he got up and headed back out to the front

room. He had an idea. If this didn't work, well, then he'd
have to find a new werewolf to live with.

"I changed my mind," he told Rick, planting himself

in front of the TV, hands on his hips.

He heard the sound of Rick's avatar dying, and Rick

slowly put the controller aside, blond brows lowering
over bright green eyes. "About what, man?"

"About you helping me find a mate. You know way

more about werewolf hangouts than me. You can show
me around."

The frown deepened. "I really think you ought to

stick to humans right now, man."

"Why? I mean, I can't mate with a human." He stared

Rick down, or tried to. Suddenly his roomie wasn't
meeting his eyes.

"Most wolves are not as laid back as me." Rick

shrugged. "I mean, some of those places are really
seedy."

"Hello! How do you think I got in this situation in the

first place? A seedy bar was my downfall. If you go with
me, I won't have trouble." Rick played a lot of video
games, but he also played sports and ran for miles. The
man was stacked. Unlike Steve, who was lean and
tended toward a nervous metabolism. In other words, his
ribs showed a little.

Rick pursed his lips, then stood abruptly, turning the

TV off, which was a momentous thing. Really.

"Okay," Rick said. "Let's go?"

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"What? Right now?" Fuck. This wasn't working like

he wanted.

"Right now." Rick grabbed his wallet and keys.

"Come on."

"Wait." He reached out and grabbed Rick as the man

tried to pass him. The unbelievable heat of Rick's skin
spread through his fingers. "Don't you think you ought
to give me some pointers first? Like things not to say or
body language or something?"

Rick glanced down at Steve's hand, then up to meet

his eyes, something dangerous and golden flashing in
the green.

"Sure," Rick finally said. "I can do that."
Before he could even blink, Rick had pushed him,

backing him up against the wall, the air whooshing past
his ears. His back hit the wall so hard that the one piece
of art he'd managed to get Rick to agree to fell, the
frame splitting when it the floor. Good thing it was from
Bed Bath & Beyond and not a gallery.

His head sort of rebounded, and Rick's arm pressed

across his throat, cutting off his air completely for a few
long seconds, then easing up so he could suck in some
much needed air.

Rick bared his teeth, making Steve's heart trip about

eight-million times faster.

"Body language lesson one," Rick snarled. "This is

aggression."

***

Rick couldn't believe it.
He stared into Steve's eyes, whose expression held

fear and awe, and whose body smelled of lust. The
man's cock was hard as a rock against Rick's thigh. This

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was the man who wanted him to coach him about
snagging another wolf?

"Did you actually ask me to show you around the

werewolf scene? What a fucker."

He pressed his arm harder against Steve's throat, and

the man grunted, hips rolling against Rick's leg.
Someone liked it a little rough. No wonder the guy
who'd made Steve a werewolf had bitten him. It was like
a moral imperative.

"Well, if you're not gonna help me out here at home,

I need to look somewhere else."

"Is that what this is about, little wolf?" He reached

down, his hand sliding along the slick fabric of Steve's
fancy-assed shirt, over the waist of Steve's jeans to the
bulge under Steve's zipper . "Is this all about me?"

The thought made him want to smile, but he didn't

want to hurt Steve's feelings by laughing about it. He
wouldn't be laughing at Steve, anyway. It would be
more… pure exaltation. All this fucking time he'd lived
with Steve and it was all about him not paying enough
attention?

"So, coming out of the closet?" He squeezed Steve's

package, giving the whole thing a little twist. Nothing
that would really hurt, just enough to sting.

Steve gasped, dark brown eyes going almost black.

"Trying to get your attention. Wanted to make sure you
knew I was queer-- urk."

Rick had pushed down with his arm again, cutting off

the flow of words. He just wanted the facts. "The whole
parade of fuckbuddies?" He eased up again on Steve's
throat.

"Make you jealous."
"Uh-huh." He tilted his head. "Please tell me you did

not get bitten to be like me."

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"No!" Steve was the one growling now. God, it was

cute. "No, that was a stupid thing I did because I was
afraid to come out, and I was hiding out in seedy bars
getting blowjobs in bathrooms."

The surge of anger that rose in Rick's chest surprised

him, but he went with it. He wasn't much on denying his
impulses. "You won't be doing that again."

Steve shook his black cowlick back off his forehead.

"I won't?"

"No." Rick leaned close, close enough for Steve to

scent him, for him to see those pupils dilate even more.
"You won't."

Steve swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing against

Rick's arm. He could count Steve's pulse with his hand,
even through that stiff cloth.

"Why… You never even looked."
Poor Steve looked so confused, and a little pissed,

that pretty mouth screwing up in what looked like a
pout.

"All you did was bitch about being a werewolf, man.

That and have sex with everything with three legs. I
didn't think you were interested in wolves. And I may be
a lone wolf, but I am a wolf, Steve."

He let the little growl that wanted to come up roll out

of his throat, just to prove his point.

"I know. I know you think I'm a prissy, good for

nothing asshat, too, but I want you."

"Oh, buddy. I don't think you're good for nothing."

Rick moved both hands, one sliding back across Steve's
shoulder to his throat to stroke the bruises Rick's arm
had left there, the other still squeezing the now-huge
bulge in Steve's pants. "You pay your bills on time, you
make a mean Bolognese, and you have a beautiful
mouth."

Rick rubbed his thumb across Steve's lower lip.

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Steve's mouth opened, a little puff of damp air

brushing Rick's skin. "You think I have a good mouth?"

"I do. Been watching you suck longnecks down for a

long while."

Steve nipped at the tip of Rick's thumb, making nerve

endings jump. In retaliation, Rick wrapped his hand
around Steve's neck and squeezed. That got him another
hard jerk of Steve's lower body.

When he eased up again, Steve was gasping and

humping, hips rocking back and forth.

"I could do more," Steve said, voice raspy now. "I

could do all sorts of things with my mouth. I've learned
a lot recently."

"I just bet you have," Rick snarled, his fingers

wanting to tighten down again. "From now on you only
practice on me. Got it?"

Steve's eyes flashed gold, reminding Rick that his

roommate was a wolf, too. "Yeah? Make me."

Rick leaned down and took Steve's mouth with a hard

kiss, and it rocked his socks when their mouths met.
This was better than video games and porn put together.
It was almost as good as hunting, and he thought they
could better than that if they tried hard enough.

He tasted blood, and leaned back to rub his thumb

over Steve's lip again, feeling where it has split. Rick let
go of Steve's cock, reaching up instead to push down on
Steve's shoulder. "Suck me."

"Oh, God, yes."
Steve dropped like a stone, knees hitting the floor

with a thunk that made Rick wince a little. Steve didn't
even seem to notice; he just pulled and tugged at Rick's
sweatpants until they slid down and Rick's cock sprang
out, slapping Steve in the cheek.

Oh, hell, yeah. This was infinitely better than living

with a girl.

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***

Steve rubbed his cheek against Rick's cock, loving

the feel of it, the satiny skin wet with little drops of
moisture. This had to be a dream. A wet dream. Only it
felt better, and it smelled so good it made his mouth
water. Licking his lips, he pulled back so his mouth
hovered over Rick's cock. All he needed was…

Yes. Steve closed his eyes and opened his mouth, the

pressure of Rick's hand on the back of his head just what
he needed. Steve needed Rick to want this so bad he was
willing to force it, that Rick was willing to make Steve
do what they both wanted so bad.

Rick moaned for him, cock sliding between Steve's

lips easily, like it belonged there. Steve thought it did,
for sure, and he sucked hard, lips and tongue working
the shaft as he bobbed his head up and down.

"Oh, yeah, baby." Rick guided him, fingers curling in

his hair, making his scalp sing with delicious little
ripples of pain. He wanted to snarl and bite and scratch,
it felt so good. What he did was suck like his life
depended on it, his hand dropping to rub his own cock
through his jeans.

"No." Rick's voice sounded barely human, and in

another one of those so fast it blurred movements, Rick
had pushed Steve back on the floor and covered him
with that heavy, long body.

"No?" He blinked, feeling like he was exactly where

he wanted to be.

"That's mine, baby."
Baby. God. That made his toes curl. "So, what are we

going to do, then?"

"That's easy." Rick got one of those callused hands

between them, opening his jeans with fingers made

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dexterous by years of game play. Then the man grabbed
both of their pricks in one hand and started stroking.

"Oh, fuck." The floor felt cold and hard under his

back, but Rick was hot as fire on top of him, and his
cock felt like it might explode. He tore at Rick's T-shirt,
trying to get more skin. It ended up dangling off the arm
Rick had between them, because Rick wouldn't let go
long enough to get it off.

The beautiful bastard was going to get them off,

though, and soon. Every stroke sent a hook down into
Steve's balls, making him grunt and grind up, pushing
into Rick's hand, against that amazing prick.

"Come on, baby. Feel so good." Rick said the words

against his mouth, kissing him so hard his ears rang. He
couldn't catch his breath, which made his balls draw up
even harder. He was close, so close his ears were ringing
and his eyesight grayed around the edges.

He just needed something… Steve didn't know what,

but he needed that tiny something to push him over the
edge. Something was missing, even with Ricks hot
hands and mouth and cock all his, right there. Steve
clawed at Rick's back, his breath coming in ragged
gasps.

"Please. Rick, Please."
"Yeah, baby. I got this." Rick pulled away from his

mouth; Steve couldn't see how that would help. Then
Rick bent to Steve's throat, lips sliding over the bruises
there. Every touch made him shiver, made him jerk and
moan.

When Rick bit him, though, hard and deep, he

screamed, his whole body going still, his heart
thundering so hard he nearly passed out. He came like
he never had before in his life, like he'd just found what
he'd been looking for ever since his life had changed
irrevocably with the moon. His mate.

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When he could rub two thoughts together again, he

realized Rick was still moving, was still pushing, and he
wrapped his legs around Rick's hips, giving the man
more friction, more to rub on.

Rick thrust for long seconds, body moving, losing his

grace altogether. Then Rick came all over Steve's cock,
the scent strong and male and heady. Rick howled for
him, the sound beautiful. Perfect.

They rested together, both of them panting hard,

Rick's chest heaving against his. His shirt irritated him,
and he pushed at it with one hand, growling his
frustration when it wouldn't go away.

Rick laughed before pushing up above him and

ripping the shirt off Steve's body with a casual strength
that made Steve's mouth dry.

They settled back together, Rick taking the bottom

now, pulling Steve up to lie across his chest. Steve
gladly took the top, snuggling right in, head on Rick's
shoulder. Sometimes the whole wolf thing meant they
didn't have to have all of the human comforts.

Rick stroked his back, then patted his ass. "I can't

believe this was about me."

"Hey! It wasn't all about you. I wasn't lying about

coming out as gay because I was sick of lying about
everything my life."

"Well, now you don't have to hook up with random

dudes and lie to them about anything. You have me."

"Are you sure?" He glanced up, meeting green-green

eyes. Yeah, he wanted it, and he knew he and Rick were
good roommates. The sex was awesome, too. He just
wasn't sure it was real.

"Yeah. We're pack." That seemed like that. Rick was

such a wolf sometimes. Rick just chuckled at Steve's
expression. "That whole wolf thing getting better now?"

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Steve grinned, his cheeks stretching with it. "By the

minute."

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Coming Out Wolf

Copyright © 2011 by Julia Talbot

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