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The trip home had been as uneventful as their journey. The only difference were the two paws grasped together over the center console. Pulling into his driveway a few hours later, Dan slowed the Jeep. The sun was setting as it rolled slower and slower, Zach could almost feel the wolf beside him attempting to extend their time together. The husky squeezed his hand causing the wolf to sigh before he released his paw to put the Jeep into park. As the garage door opened Zach could see his car keys laying on the concrete where Dan had tossed them. It seemed like weeks ago by now.

Exiting the Jeep and closing his door, Zach walked to the garage to grab them and turned back to Jeep. He could hear Dan busy at the back of the Jeep and joined him there. Neither of them wanted to part company yet but it was most evident in Dan's posture. His ears were down, his tail was limp, and his expression was stolid. The husky's body language was very similar at this point, close to whining or sighing.

“Can I be of any help?"

“I would like that. Thank you, Sir."

They took their time hefting Dan's camping equipment into a neat pile in the center of the garage to be cleaned and reset later, utilizing the pretense that they were exhausted from both the hike and the drive to set the leisurely pace. Both men knew that wasn't the truth, nor was it a coincidence that they were constantly in each other's personal space. Despite the deliberately slow pace, the XL Jeep was empty in little time, Dan swinging shut the rear hatch of the SUV. Zach went to the passenger rear door and retrieved his bag, his reflection caused him to pause and double take. Blue eyes peered back at him and he was unsure whether he wanted to snarl or whimper at how pathetic he looked.

Why is this so hard? We've worked together for months! I'll see him at the office tomorrow but… Why don't I want to leave? What's wrong with me? He asked himself, but down inside he knew.

Dan was approaching from his peripheral vision, his warmth and scent radiating from the tall white wolf as he stood behind Zach and peered down at him over his shoulder. Zach snorted at himself, and turned his head away as he felt heat rise into his face. His tail gave a nervous wag as his ears dipped, turning around to face Dan but not looking him in the eyes just yet.

“I guess that's all of it?" Zach asked. His empty hand reached up and held his other arm.

“It would seem so, Sir," rumbled the big wolf. His voice was so low that Zach almost didn't hear it. He stepped in closer to Zach and the husky shifted on his heels, unintentionally cornered as his back brushed against the Jeep. The sun had just dipped below the horizon and in the twilight, they were barely visible to passers by.

“I had a great time," Zach murmerred, uncrossing his arm. “I guess I should–" He finally looked up into Dan's amber orbs and was taken by the loving gaze..

“Stay," Dan interrupted, his voice a barely audible rumble. He reached for Zach's unoccupied paw and laced his fingers through it. He squeezed Zach's paw gently and a fang poked out as he smiled down at him. “Sir–"

“Stay?"

“Yes, Sir," Dan nodded. He was still whispering, as if afraid speaking any louder would break this moment. “Would you stay the night with me? Please? I know this sounds silly, but I just don't want you to leave."

“Dan, we have work tomorrow. My laptop, my clothes… they're at my place. I need–"

“Then we'll get up early and get them tomorrow," Dan interrupted once again. “Or I'll go with you to get them tonight. Whatever works best, Sir."

Zach paused long enough to give the pretense of considering his options. There was no way to hide the sound of his tail thumping against the Jeep as he nodded to himself.

“Okay, I'll stay."

“Wonderful," Dan said, leaning in to rub his muzzle against Zach's.

~~~~~~

Zach dropped his bag as he walked through the door, foot pushing it against the wall and out of the way. Dan was the last through the door, locking it behind him. The scent of wolf was strong, a musty musky scent that seeped into his pores. Underneath it Zach could make out the notes of oakmoss, pine, vanilla, and tobacco leaves present from when they first met at the office. Zach was used to Dan's scent given their constant proximity both in their office work and their workouts but being in Dan's house it was somehow more. More spicy, more greasy. Feral even. It was overwhelming and all encompassing and yet the notes for forest and snow were still there.

“Home again, home again," Dan chuckled to himself. "Welcome."

Dan's home was moderately sized for a wolf of his stature. His ears brushed the ceiling and he had to duck through each doorway. To the left of the entryway was what was likely intended to be a “formal dining room" but instead there was a desk and a yoga mat. Also visible was a small galley style kitchen with dated appliances and formica tops. At the end of the galley was a tiny table with three chairs, none of them matched but one was sized for Dan. Zach was happy to note that other than the clutter of items on the counter, there were no dirty dishes that he could see or smell. To his immediate right was a small guest bath, just as dated as the kitchen. A clear plastic curtain with seahorses was trying unsuccessfully to hide the pastel pink bathtub. Ahead of them Zach could see the entryway open into a small living room swathed in wood paneling and dingy carpet. There was a standard three person couch to the left and a small flat panel set atop a stand to the right. There was also a real wood fireplace in the corner and a set of sliding doors that opened to the back yard.

“I'm only just now realizing this is the first time I've been in your home. Or is it a Den?"

“Home, Sir. Den is not considered politically correct," Dan replied. He was practically wringing his hands. To Zach he looked like he was expecting the husky to bolt. Gone was the confident wolf from before, instead he looked vulnerable. “I was afraid, before, that inviting you in would be too– too forward, Sir. But after we– while camping I just thought– why not try?"

Dan quickly walked into the living room, taking a blanket and pulling it over the exposed padding of the couch's arm rest and attempting to tidy up before the husky. Zach stepped into the living room with trepidation. From where he stood in the living room, Zach could see through the open master bedroom door to a nest of sorts on the floor, there was no bed frame. It was simply a mattress covered in quilts, pillows, and white fur. There was an old oak dresser from the 70s on the other side of the room. There was another door that was open to an empty and unfurnished guest room. Most noticeably was the lack of personalizing this place had, it screamed bachelor or college student.

The house was old, dust seemed to hang in the air, and so very much needed a remodel and yet it was evident Dan tried to make the best of what he had. Everything seemed second hand, purchased on a budget or more likely gifted from friends along the way. Dan hold told Zach, he graduated with virtually nothing. Here was this beautiful man rebuilding his life after losing it all. To see his home, Zach realized just how much of a silver spoon he had been provided by his parents. The corner of Dan's eyes wrinkled and Zach could see that Dan was forcing a neutral expression onto his face. He was preparing, bracing for the sting of rejection. To have Zach turn around and walk out of the door through which he entered. Then Zach realized Dan wasn't just bracing for rejection. He expected it.

Where did all that bravado go? He looks like a puppy, waiting to be judged on whether he did a good job. Waiting to find out if he was picked for the team. Accepted by Zach.

“It's– it's a rental. I know it's not much, Sir, but it is a home. I would give you a tour–" he said, outstretched arm sweeping the room, “but I think you've seen it all by now."

The silence was deafening, the sound of Zach's pulse was loud in his ears.

“Would you like to sit, Sir?" Dan Asked, motioning to the couch. “Here, with me I mean. I can put on a show. NetTube o-o-or YouFlix?"

Dan's tail flicked nervously behind him. Zach did not reply with words, choosing instead to take Dan's paw on his own and pulling him to the couch. He pushed the wolf down and pulled one of Dan's arms around him as he leant back against his chest. Dan smiled down his long muzzle at him, tail thumping behind him as he nosed at the nape of Zach's neck.

“Are you comfortable, Sir?"

“Certainly. I believe you mentioned television?"

Dan picked up the remote, black claws clicking on the buttons as he turned on the television. Zach was petting his paw and looking up at the big wolf with a smile. Dan likewise looked down on the husky, their noses almost touch as he looked as Zach with adoration

“I'm jealous you have an actual fireplace," Zach whispered. “Must be nice in the winter."

“Y-Y-yeah?" Dan replied, his muzzle twitching as he tried to stop the smile from spreading over his face. To keep his relief from being so evident and mask his insecurities from the outside world, from Zach. The husky could see Dan's mask slipping and reached up and pulled Dan's muzzle to his, bringing their lips together. Dan tensed before moaning into Zach's muzzle. Just as quickly as it began, Zach broke the kiss.

“How about I order us some dinner and we continue this on the couch until it gets here?" he teased. Dan murred at the prospect.

“As you wish, Sir."

Delivery came and went, the containers left on their TV trays and Dan's arm draped over the back of the couch as they watched the screen. Zach was pressed against his side, head resting back against his chest. On the TV, a cheetah was wearing a helmet and a full body safety harness. The harness was being checked for the third time, as was the rope attached to said harness at his waist. He was also holding a small camera on a stick.

“All set?" asked the cat on the TV. He received a positive from someone off screen. Zach gasped as the camera swapped perspective to a drone overlooking the cat as he stood on a cliff face before it panned out in a sweeping panorama to reveal just how high it actually was.

“He's going to climb down that?" Zach barked, looking at Dan incredulously. The wolf shushed him with a finger to his lip and a smile.

“Just watch, Sir."

Zach's eyes returned to the TV as he leaned back against Dan's arm and grumbled as only a husky could. The music picked up and suddenly the cat on screen was running towards the cliff face holding his rope taught from where it was secured 100 feet away along the edge of the cliff. Zach gasped as the cat leapt into the air and began to fall off the cliff. The video swapped back to the cat's camera, held out from his body on a stick. It captured his sprint to the edge as he let out a chirp of joy and leapt into the air. The music swelled and the rope attached to the cat began pulling his falling body in another direction as he began to swing in the large arc. The video swapped to a view looking up at the cat from the valley below, swinging by with a yowl of joy and clearing the rocks below by a narrow margin before swinging back up almost level with where he jumped. Gravity pulled the cat back down as the camera swapped back to the drone footage.

“That's why they call it “rope swing", Sir." Dan's voice breathed into his ear.

“And you want to try this? By choice? You are crazy!"

Dan chuckled. “Maybe, Sir. But life has taught me to enjoy what I can. Do you– would you be willing to go with me?"

“I don't know. I'll have to think about it."

“Understandable." Dan reached for the remote and turned off the TV. He checked his phone, it was close to midnight now.

“I think we should go to bed now, Sir. We still need to get your clothes and laptop in the morning.

Zach stretched his arms out above his head and grumbled, his mouth stretching into a wide yawn.

“I hate to say it but you're right. How uhm– how are we– Where am I sleeping?"

Dan's was stretching too, almost preening in front of Zach in nothing more than a simple pair of shorts.

“Well Sir, I figured you would want to sleep on the couch but–" He said, trying to judge Zach's reaction. Waiting for the husky to take him up on this option. The silence was an answer in itself. “You could join me in my nest."

Dan offered Zach his large white paw and Zach took, silently allowing this wolf to lead him further into his home. As soon as Dan shut the door shut behind them, his arms wrapped around the husky and pulled him close against his chest. The wolf rumbled into his ear, pleased to have him once more against his body. Those big white paws roamed up and down Zach's front, claws gently raking through his fur. Dan's muzzle rested over Zach's shoulder, rumbling pleased as he breathed in his scent. Zach's bushy curled tail was wagging against Dan's clothed bulge as he pressed back into the wolf behind him, leaning his head back with a moan. Fingers dipped into the waistband of Zach's shorts as scratched at the huskies pubic fur. A paw stopped him before he could go any further.

“As much as I would love to, we really do need to get some rest."

“As you wish, Sir," Dan replied as he retracted his paw. Zach felt the wolf shimmy behind him and felt the wind of fabric dropping to the ground. Looking over his shoulder he saw Dan's sheath wobble into the air behind him as a dribble of pre leaked from the tip. Zack smirked as he hooked thumbs into his own shorts and dropped them to the floor as well, making a show of presenting his rear to Dan. Lupine lips pulled up in a smirk as he murred loudly at the sight. Hands on his hips, Zach was guided gently to Dan's nest, paws providing suggestions to Zach as to where the wolf would like him, allowing him to choose what he was comfortable with as they laid out on the nest. In the end Zach has chosen to face Dan, their noses early touching as the wolf draped both a hand and foot paw over the husky.

Zach's thin black lips met with Dan's in a short, chaste kiss. Then Zach leaned in again, pink husky tongue licking out and over the wolves nose. Dan returned the gesture, pulling Zach closed so he could nuzzle into his neck. The wolf sighed contentedly into his fur.

~~~~~~

In the morning, Zach awoke to his phone alarm with Dan's arms wrapped around his waist. The wolf's expansive chest was pressed against Zach's back as he held the husky within his lap. His wolfish instinct was telling him to cover the husky, hide him from the world. Hide him from the dark of the night or anyone who would try to take his husky away. And he wanted to make sure anyone with a nose would know Zach was his, pressing his muzzle into the husky's neck. He groaned happily to himself as he mingled their scents and their fur, oblivious to the chirping of the birds that was Zach's alarm.

He reached for the phone but couldn't quite get there. He scooted in Dan's grasp and tried again, fingers brushing the device but not quite. He grunted as those arms pulled him back suddenly and he was enveloped by the snoozing wolf.

“Dan," Zach said, patting the wolf.

He didn't move, continuing to breathe deep in a half snore.

“Daaaaan! Dan, wake up!" Zach said, jabbing the wolf in his side. With a snort, the wolf pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and growled over Zach. His eyes were still closed and he flopped over on to his side before cracking and eye open, he grumbled and scratched his chest.

“Dan, wake up. I still need to go get my clothes and laptop, remember?"

“Right, right," he said, rolling on his back with a stretch. “You sure we can't snooze for another 5 minutes?" he mumbled .

“Dan!" Zach hissed, playfully slapping his arm.

“Fine, fine. I'll start the coffee maker. Do we have time for a shower, Sir?" he asked, a bleary amber eye looking at the husky in question. Zach did some quick math in his head before nodding.

“I think so, if we're quick."

Zach stood naked outside the shower and waited for the water to warm. It would be a tight fit if Dan chose to join him. Behind him, the wolf was currently hunched over the sink brushing his teeth. A flash of fang became visible as his lips pulled back to sweep a brush along them. He spit the toothpaste from his mouth and turned to Zach. Those amber eyes drank in the husky standing bare before him and a satisfied look cracked his typical mask. Zach shifted his weight from foot to foot, blushing under the hungry eyes of the wolf. Flashes of their night in the tent went through his mind and his sheath began to fill. He nervously shifted his paws to his front in an effort to cover himself. Dan's hands gently pulled Zach's hands away from his crotch.

“Ah, that's better. I could look at you every moment of the day and never tire of your beauty, “ Dan said, stepping forward into Zach's personal space. He leaned down and sniffed into the crook of Zach's neck. “Or your scent."

“How are you so pleasant this early in the morning?"

“It's difficult to have a bad morning when I have such pleasant company. Don't you feel the same?"

Zach chuckled in response. “Yeah, I guess I do. I think the water is warm now."

“It's not the only thing," Dan said, his hand reaching down to cup Zach's fluffy testicles.

“Dan, we need to get ready–"

“We are getting ready," he whispered, using his body to guide Zach into the shower all the while holding Zach. His grip shifted, fingers digging into his sheath. The husky groaned, thrusting into Dan's hand with a shot of pre. Zach shuddered in pleasure as Dan stroked up and down. Dan turned Zach in the shower, bending at his knees to press his sheath between the husky's cheeks and wrapping his arm over his chest. The unoccupied paw began playing with Zach's nipple as the husky was caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Dan leaned forward and whispered into Zach's ear.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Don't and I'll continue."

Zach was silent so Dan stroked up and down again, feeling Zach's hot member press out from its sheath and squirt a glob of pre into the velvet soft fur there. Zach grunted, bringing his paws up to cling at the arm over his chest, thrusting back against Dan's prodigious sheath before pushing his hips forward into that massive palm.

“Dan," Zach gasped in desperation, convulsing in pleasure. The wolf growled down into his ear, nibbling it and pressing his muzzle against Zach's head fur.

“Yes, Sir?"

“Don't… don't stop!" He gulped, thrusting into that velvet hand. He could feel Dan's pendulous manhood pressing against his rear as he lifted his tail and arched his back. Dan's sheath skinned back just a bit, his tip digging into Zach's pucker and causing the husky to shudder. He attempted to push back harder but Dan's paw came up and softly squeezed his throat in warning.

“Please," the husky begged, drooling from his muzzle.

“Perhaps another day, Sir. We don't have time to do this properly at the moment."

“Tease!" Zach whined back.

“Perhaps a compromise. Maybe I can mark you. Would that be acceptable?"

“Uh-huh, yeah. Fuck Dan, I'm close already."

“Good, then we may still make it on time," The wolf chuckled. He used his index finger and thumb to encircle Zach's throbbing manhood and skin his sheath all the way back. The husky gritted his teeth as Dan gripped him behind the knot and tugged, stroking his knot root. With a gasp and a shudder Zach came, his load shooting against the far wall of the shower in ropes. As he shuddered and gasped, Dan released Zach's knot and pushed the husky against the wall. He rapidly stroked his own sheath up and down, huffing into Zach's neck. His muzzle opened, teeth grazing his neck and he gently bit down in possession of the husky. It fed his wolfish instincts as he thrust into his own sheath.

His slimy tip was pushing against Zach's tight pucker, prodding and pushing the wrinkled flesh there as pre poured from him. Dan's breathing was quick now, his paws flying up and down his length and rubbing over his knot with every stroke. The view of Zach before him, submitting himself, tail aside with legs spread was a siren song to the wolf. As he inched closer to his own climax, his tip bouncing against Zach's rear in a desire to mark him, he snorted into Zach's neck. Zach himself felt a great desire to have that wolf in him, marking him, breeding him and giving all that he could give. He whined, thrusting back desperately at the wolf panting behind him as his tail was basted with pre. He could stand it no longer and angled his hips just so against Dan before pressing down on that tip as it pushed against him. He winced as an inch then then two slid into his un-prepared rear, but no more.

“Fuck," the husky whined in desperation. “Do it Dan, mark me."

Dan was stunned to find himself inside Zach. Like men of his past, it was hot and slick, and tight. Unlike the time with those other men, a fire burned in Dan to claim this husky. To mate him, give him pups. He felt filthy to be inside him so suddenly and without proper prep, but he watched as the husky moaned under him and bared his teeth in a feral grin. Zach shuddered as that large tip pressed into his prostate. One of Zach's paws then shot back between his legs, gripping Dan by his voluminous sack and tugging. Dan froze with a surprised gasp before he shuddered and snarled. He hadn't intended to penetrate Zach but now here he was, eyes squeezed shut as he snarled and unloaded himself into the tight passage provided for him.

The throbbing and prodding against his prostate as wave after wave of wolf essence throbbed into him was enough to make Zach twitch and shudder with another orgasm. He whimpered under Dan, trying to keep from moving and having his huge manhood stretch him any wider. The growing pressure of warmness in his backside made him blush furiously as he felt Dan throb inside him. He'd done it, he'd made the wolf take him. It may only be the tip but the essence pouring from it was entirely Dan's making. There was a stinging of pain as Dan pulled his hips back and dragged his throbbing cock out, gently extracting himself from Zach's sensitive backside.

Perhaps taking him without preparation was a mistake, Zach thought to himself, wincing and gasping in pain. His knees were shaking and he was still pressed against the wall with his tail up and back arched. Having removed himself Dan was huffing behind him, the wolf busy with skinning his sheath back all the way and milking the last of his load out onto the shower floor. He growled, drinking in the image of the husky spread bare and dripping seed before him. The stretched tail before him winked and squeezed closed, Zach's rod hanging low between his legs.

“Yet another sight I could get used to," Dan said, licking his lips. “If we weren't on a time clock, I would spend the rest of the morning cleaning up my mess for you."

“Oh," Zach chuckled. “Should we call in today?"

“Don't tempt me," Dan said, soaping his hands and squeezing the globes of Zach's rear. His soap slicked digits gently probed his backside causing him to whine. It was replaced with Dan's large rod, laying between his cheeks and he soaped them both. Zach looked back to see it went almost halfway up his spine and whimpered at the thought of trying to take it. “Let's get you cleaned up, Sir."