Nate and Alex were wrapped in each other’s arms when Alex’s parents came home.
“Alex!” Peyton Ramsey called into the house. Alex’s ear twitched, and he slowly woke. Yawning and scratching his chest, he looked at Nate, peacefully sleeping.
“We’re downstairs Dad!” Alex called back, in the process waking Nate. As his lover started to stir, Alex felt something moving inside him. Nate’s knot was still buried inside Alex’s hole, and as Nate woke, it started rubbing Alex’s insides.
“Easy there stud, my folks are home. And I’d rathe not have them walking in on us. No pun intended.” Alex said. He gently slid Nate’s wolf cock from him, wishing he could leave it there for a little bit longer. But they’d have plenty of time to themselves later.
Nate sat up and stretched his arms over his head. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but they both had. Alex was already on his feet (feet, not paws) and using shower to wash off any unwanted substances, as well as the overpowering aroma of their love making. Nate walked over to the shower, still in wolf form. He loomed over Alex, and grinned to show off his sharp teeth.
“What?” Alex looked up and saw a big wolfy grin in his face.
“Nothing. Just admiring the view.” Nate said. Alex felt his penis twinge at the remark. It took a bit of willpower to convince it to stay soft. The cold shower really helped.
“Sorry buddy, but we have to eat dinner before dessert. Didn’t your mom raise you right?” Alex teased Nate by finding his nipple buried in layers of fur, and twisting it. Nate yelped, and started to change back.
“You’re such a party pooper.” he said as he resumed his normal form. Alex shrugged went to grab a towel from a drawer on the opposite side of the room. Nate’s arousal was also killed by the cold water hitting his exposed skin. Alex shook his clothing, letting loose fur and dust fly everywhere. Then redressed himself.
“I’ll go see what’s what upstairs, just stay put for a second.” Alex said once he was in clothing again. He bounded up the stairs, and then went into the kitchen. His mother was starting dinner, Shelley Ramsey’s take on quesadillas, while his father was setting the table.
“Hey son. Where’s Nate?” Peyton asked.
“Cleaning up downstairs. Anything we can do to help?” Alex asked.
“At the moment, no. How was your day?” Shelley turned around quickly to kiss her son’s cheek and then return her focus to her cooking.
“Good. Not without excitement, but overall good.” Alex said. He hadn’t been badgered by people all day like Nate or Ben had, let alone poor Eric.
“How is Nate’s brother doing? I heard Julie went to Seattle today for some surgery.” Peyton said.
“Uh, alright. He’s not involved with Julie though Dad. He’s been seeing Cassie.”
“Anna and George’s daughter?” Alex nodded in response to his father’s question.
They all knew the family well, though Peyton knew Anna better than the rest of his family. He and Anna grew up together in Moon Lake, and were even in the same pack. Peyton still remembered hearing the news about George’s death, and Anna’s woeful howling. Cassie had holed up in her bedroom for weeks after.
“I’m glad Cassie’s found someone nice. If there’s one thing I’ve heard about Eric, other than that he’s relatively quiet and shy, he’s a complete gentleman.” Peyton thought.
There was a knock at the basement door, which told everyone Nate was finished cleaning himself up. Alex dashed to the door, and opened it. He was surprised to see his boyfriend wearing different clothing than what he’d had on earlier.
“What, you thought I was going to meet your parents wearing jeans and that beat-up t-shirt?” Nate smiled. He was just wearing a plain blue shirt, and a pair of khaki pants. But he’d also fixed his hair, and had a twenty carat smile. Alex felt a little underdressed all of a sudden in his jeans and sweatshirt.
“You trying to show me up in my own house?” he raised a brow, though inside he couldn’t help but admire how well Nate cleaned up.
“Just trying to make a good impression. Don’t wanting your folks thinking you’re dating some kind of bum.” Nate said.
“You’re not a bum. But let’s just even the playing field.” Alex reached up and messed Nate’s hair up again. He only stopped once it looked like Nate let a family of squirrels turn his head into their nest.
“There, perfect.” Alex stepped back to admire his work. Then he took Nate’s hand and lead him into the kitchen, where his parents were patiently waiting to meet their son’s boyfriend.