Jack sighed. He wasn't going to get anywhere like this, and the poor kid had somehow gotten locked in his shed. "I don't have your clothes. I don't know what you are doing in there, but I'll open the door at least. " He undid the latch and stepped back. There was indeed a teenager in his shed, naked and dirty. He was a nice-looking boy, maybe 16, a little on the thin side, with a shaggy mop of dark hair and dark brown eyes. He was also naked and pretty well endowed, which made Jack look away in embarrassment. "Um, I'll bring you some clothes." He started back inside, only to have the kid run past him and dart into the house.
"Hey!" Annoyed and feeling self-conscious, Jack followed the kid inside and pulled the door shut. Oliver had stopped just inside, and was looking around. "Look, you want to call somebody and let them know you are OK? Do you know what happened? The dog didn't bite you did it?"
"Dog?" The teen looked confused for a minute, then grinned and shook his head. "No, I did not get bitten by the dog." He suddenly looked alarmed. "Did you?"
"Nah. I was able to get him in the shed. I was so worried about exams I didn't remember until I got to class, and then I think I screwed my exam up worrying about the damned beast." Jack tried to keep his eyes on the kid's face, but they kept flicking down for 'sneak peeks.' He finally had to force himself to walk around Oliver and start for the bedroom. "Look, won't your parents be worried? How the Hell did you end up in my shed, anyway? It was locked from the outside."
"Nobody will be worried." Oliver seemed a lot more relaxed now, oddly so for a kid standing stark naked in stranger's living room. "My parents... well, they haven't been around for a while. And nobody else will be looking." The boy had been looking around at the walls and shelves. Jack had some fantasy art posters and a few action figures on display - since he lived alone and didn't entertain much, the place was a little messy and probably not as 'mature' as it could be. "Nice! You into magic and fantasy and stuff?"
"Um, yeah, I guess." Jack's eyes flicked back to the boy, who had angled himself to show off his body. Dammit! He made a show of turning full away. Oliver seemed to be picking up on Jack's interest no matter how hard the 21 year-old tried to hide it. What was wrong with him? Not that Jack didn't occasionally look at guys, but he wasn't sexually active much at all, and the few experiences he had had were all female. There was something almost hypnotic about Oliver, a raw attraction that was getting harder to ignore. Try thinking about jail and ruining your life over statutory rape, though Jack. Hell, it was already awkward enough having a naked kid here.
Then he stiffened, eyes wide, as hands closed on his shoulders. Oliver had come up behind him and leaned close to speak softly in his ear. "Don't worry. I'm a lot older than I look. And you can't help finding me attractive. It's part of the whole werewolf thing."