A long weekend with the boss
Wolf likes Dragon boss.They do the nasty.
Sexual Acts between two males, don't read if you are under 18.
An employee falling for their boss. Such a simple, overused idea... At first I was ashamed for such a cheesy trope... Yet the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. An outside, overwhelming force. Controlling me...telling me what to do.... Overpowering me...._The thought alone made by lupine cock begin to swell. I imagined my draconic boss, shirt removed, calling my name.... "_Jayce....Jayce...Jayce...."
"Jayce!" The higher pitched voice of my mouse cubicle-mate shrieked into my ear.
I shook my head. I had been daydreaming again, staring blankly at the spreadsheet on my monitor.
"Jayce! Heeeelllloooo?! Earth to Jayce!" I looked over at Kyle.F
Kyle is small even for male mouse, standing at 5'2. His brown fur is accentuated by the occasional black splotches, one of such splotches landing just over one of his brown eyes. It gave him a "cute" appearance, but anyone who knew Kyle would describe him as anything but. Kyle is a victim of what most would call "Little man's syndrome". He was always bragging about how strong he was, how smart he was, or how much he made the last "little bitch moan" that he had been with.
Standing next to me made the reason for his attitude the more obvious. I stand over a foot over Kyle, at 6'3. While I am no body builder, I take care of myself and the results show. Even through my mono-colored black fur, you can see the definition and toning of my body. Even standing while I'm sitting, Kyle and I are almost eye to eye.
I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "Yes, Kyle?"
"Dude, I said your name like eight times."
"Yeah, sorry. I was... distracted with work."
Kyle looked at the near empty spreadsheet on my monitor and blinked. "Ah yes... I can see how hard you're working." He snorted. "Thinking about the boss again, are we?"
If it wasn't for my black fur, he would've seen me blush. While it was easy to hide from the rest of the office, Kyle spent most of his time next to me. He had picked up on a certain smell every time Mason came near the cubicle.
I turned to him and rolled my eyes. "No, I just...finished one project and moved on to the next. What's up?"
Kyle took a quick sniffed of the air and quickly raised one eye. "Sure.... Anyways, are you free tonight? Me and the boyfriend are going to see the new Fast and Furriest movie. Maybe you can invite your draconic friend?"
Despite his obvious personality flaws, Kyle is not a bad person. Past his bravado, he could be since. Thoughtful even, given his attempts at getting the boss and I together. We spend some time together outside of work, and I would even call him a friend. His boyfriend, Grayson, however, is another story. The dude is a menace- jobless, rude, and overall a dick of a hyena. The one occasion I had spent with him he had drunkenly accosted waiters at my favorite restaurant while simultaneously berating Kyle for sleeping around despite their "open" relationship. Seems like it was only open when Grayson wanted to get his dick wet.
"Nah, I have a lot to catch up on...." I mumbled, motioning to the monitor.
"Ah, I see..." It was hard to not notice the disappointment in his voice. "Well, if you ever want help getting with Mason, let me know." Kyle groped himself in a lewd, inappropriate way. "I know how to get him squirming around your cock."
While Kyle was wrong about what I had in mind for my draconic boss, I wasn't about to correct him, or address the obviously work inappropriate behavior. Instead, I feigned a light chuckle.
"Sure Kyle. I'll keep that in mind."
Just then, a deep voice spoke up.
"What about Mason?" I could instantly smell the fear and embarrassment coming from brown rat.
That is the interesting thing about being a canid in today's society, especially in such a small space. The smells. I could always tell what people were feeling, whether it be bored, tired, nervous... or aroused. While some people might call this an advantage in a corporate setting, it often became overwhelming. It is hard to react to the calm and polite face someone puts on when your senses are screaming that they are angry over one inconvenience or another.
Mason and other lizard or dragon-kind are an exception to this rule, their smells mainly coming from their orifices- their mouths and- well, their privates. I could never tell what Mason was thinking. Perhaps this added to the mystique.
"Ah! Mason, I was just saying, uh, that.... Well, you see... I was just asking Jayce here to go to the movies tonight and...uh... I..." Kyle began stumbling over his words.
I decided to throw my coworker a bone. "He was just saying, I better get this data entered by tonight, or you might be upset." I motioned towards the monitor. "I fell a bit behind today."
"Ah, I see. Yes, please have that to me by tonight." Mason put a hand on his hip and turned his head. "I assume you will be staying late today?"
"Yes sir. Just an hour or so and I should have it done." It wasn't a total lie. I was slightly behind due to me spacing out. I could get it done tomorrow, but it wouldn't hurt to catch up.
"Great! I'll be staying late today myself. It'll be nice to have some company. I'm going out to grab some coffee, do you want some?"
"Oh...sure."
With that Mason nodded and walked off. I couldn't help but steal a glance at his muscled rump as he walked out of the cubicle.
Kyle exhaled, relief washing over him. "Well... that was close...Thanks a ton man... really threw me a bone there."
Kyle was obviously rattled. Not only did the smell cue me in, but the fact that he missed such an obvious "bone" joke.
"No problem man. Just... be careful what you say at work next time, alright?"
"Yeah, you're right... better leave the boning for after work."
"That's..." I sighed. Kyle would never change. "Yeah, something like that. Anyway, enjoy your movie."
"Will do."
Kyle quickly grabbed his things and left for the day, obviously eager to escape the awkward tension.
About fifteen minutes passed and Mason returned with my coffee. He had only just passed it to me when he got a phone call and wandered off. So much for keeping each other company.
Some more time passed, and I was almost done with my work. I decided I had played along long enough and powered down the pc. I grabbed my coffee and began to leave the cubicle to let Mason know I was leaving when-
Crash! I small figure went flying to the ground and my coffee exploded, staining my button-up white shirt.
After a moment of confusion, I looked down at a very startled mouse.
"Kyle? What the hell man?
Kyle was quickly standing up and gathering his things.
"Oh I-... sorry, I just forgot something and was coming back to get it."
Both the tone of his voice and smell tipped me off. Something was wrong.
"Are you okay?"
"Me? Yeah that was nothing." He dusted himself off for dramatic effect. "Nothing a strapping young man like me can't handle." He forced a wink then looked down down at his shirt, fruitlessly trying to rub off the new coffee stain.
"No, I mean are you _okay?_You've been crying." At this point I questioned the wisdom in forcing the issue, but he was obviously upset.
Kyle sighed and rubbed his head. "That damn nose.... Yeah it's just...Grayson. He's, well... being Grayson."
"Ah.." Issues involving his boyfriend were always sensitive. I decided not to push too hard. "Well.. no movie tonight then?"
"Nah.. not tonight"
"Why don't we see it tomorrow then? I'm... caught up with work now." It was true, I had gotten more done than expected.
"Oh..." Kyle smiled, and I was suddenly glad he didn't have my nose. He looked so reserved and cute_right now._ I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me internally _squeeing_at him, especially given the context. "Yeah, that sounds nice. It plays right after work tomorrow. We should have just enough time to grab dinner."
"Dinner and a movie? Oh, is there some ulterior motive at work?"
Surprisingly, this didn't get the flustered reaction I had expected. "You wish. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I gotta... go clean myself up."
"Okay man. I'll see you later."
With that, Kyle grabbed his things and power walked away. Poor guy. Grayson was so bad for him, but it was difficult to bring up. Any attempt at doing so always led to Kyle defending him- You just don't understand! He really is a good guy at heart...
I looked down at my shirt and grimaced. I always had an extra set of clothes on hand just for this reason. I grabbed my extra set out of my drawer and walked to the bathroom.
Changing in public has always been difficult for me. You see, I had a bit of a secret. I am part tiger, as evident by the grey tiger stripes going along my back. While wearing a shirt, it's hard to notice- they just see my black, stripe-less fur.
While I truly do believe there is nothing wrong with being a mixed species, and society has moved past it, there is a bit of a stigma attached to it. Nothing that I wouldn't be comfortable sharing with my closest friends, but definitely not something I would want anyone at the workplace to know. I checked to make sure the coast was clear and unbuttoned my shirt.
Just then, the door flipped open. Mason. I panicked, turning my back away from the door.
"Jayce? Is everything okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine"
Mason raised one eye and motioned at me. Right. I was shirtless.
"I spilled the gift you gave me. Just changing shirts." I continued to fidget with the fresh shirt. Stupid buttons.
Mason kept the eyebrow raised. "Huh. And here I was thinking you were giving me a show." This made me jump which elicited a chuckle from Mason. He walked over to one of the urinals. "You look nice, by the way. I can tell you take care of yourself."
I could feel my cheeks flushing as I fiddled with the buttons on the extra shirt. Here was my crush, the man I daydreamed about almost daily, complimenting my body. I could once again feel my member filling with blood.
"Oh, yep. Almost every day. Going to the gym tonight, in fact."
"Nice, nice... I work out myself. In the mornings though..." Mason began to piss as I heard his impressive stream hitting the inside of the urinal. "So... you are mixed-breed? Part cat or something?"
My arousal was replaced by embarrassment. In the moment, I had forgotten to worry about him seeing my stripes. I didn't peg Mason to be the discriminatory type, and I hoped I was right.
"Yeah, part tiger. I, uh, try not to talk about it. Not good for my work life."
Mason grunted as he continued to piss. I wondered what his cock looked like. After all, it was just hanging out in the open. Maybe I had to pee too?
"Oh, no don't get me wrong. No judgement here. I think they're cute." Ah. So much for embarrassment. My arousal became more apparent. "In fact, if anyone here did openly judge another person for being a half-breed, I would fire them. Immediately. I'm part wolf after all."
"Part wolf? Really?"
"Yep. Grandmother was a wolf. Just like you, I don't exactly advertise it. I'm not ashamed of it though. One should never be ashamed of who they are." I could tell that last comment was directed toward my reaction to him entering the room. I barely noticed, though. At this point I only had one thing on my mind.
I gave up on the shirt I was messing with and went to the urinal to the right of Mason, between him and the bathroom stall. With some difficulty I pulled out my dick, an erect 8 inches knot and all, and glistening red. Mason was still looking forward as it slid out of my pants.
Mason tensed up as his stream ended, but he didn't appear to be going anywhere. I could feel his body heat from where I was standing. A tall, red dragon. Mason stood a few inches above me, above average even for a red dragon. His ruby red scales seemed to glisten, without flaws and in contrast to his gnarly, sharp claws. I am muscular, but he ripped- his muscles seem to bulge out of his work clothes, looking almost ridiculous at times. Not that anyone would ever call him that.
He was like a Greek god to me, the perfect image of what a red dragon could be. I wanted to jump on him then and there. To tear his clothes off and beg him to take me. But another voice reminded me to take it slow- workplace sexual harassment is a real thing, and I may have crossed that particular line already.... Perhaps sneaking a peak at my boss was not such a great idea after all.
I decided to break the silence. "So... you said you are part wolf, right? If it's not too personal, do you have any wolfen traits? Like the stripes on my back?"
Mason shifted, getting ready to zip his pants back up. "Hmm... Well, there are two things that separate me from other dragons. One big one, and one relatively minor one."
"Oh? And what would that be?" I said, trying to sound interested, but not _too_interested.
At that Mason nodded his head, looking at me through the corner of his eye. "Well, the minor thing is my sense of smell."
I froze. His sense of smell? I absolutely reeked of arousal right now. And all those interactions, all those quick glances at him... Could he smell me? I began to panic.
Mason chuckled. "Yes, I can smell you right now. Don't worry, it doesn't bother me." He zipped up his fly. "In fact, if you could smell me right now, you would know I feel very much the same." He took a step away from the urinal then turned back and gave me a predatory look. "If you are interested in the big wolven trait I have, meet me in my office. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted your company."
I was flabbergasted, unable to respond. He began to wash his hands and spoke. "Before you decide, however I should mention that Mr. Kyle was wrong. I prefer to make the other party squirm."
He quickly dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom.
I stood outside of his door, my body quaking with anticipation. I felt almost drunk. How long had I wanted this? And now he just... offers? How long had he been planning this?
I slowly opened the door and peaked my head in. He sat in the center of the room on his office chair, the desk hastily pushed against the wall. He was shirtless as well, an obvious log-shaped outline in his pants. I almost moaned at the sight.
"Ah, Jayce. Come in, and make sure to close the door behind you."
I walked in and closed the door behind me and walked into the center of the room in front of him.
"I believe I promised to tell you what my other wolven trait is. But first, I'd like to know a bit more about you."
"Y-yes, sir."
"Sir? My, my. Looks like pup won't need much training after all...." Mason stood up and walked up to me. I felt the warm sensation of his hands as he grabbed the sides of my head, leaning his face down towards mine. I was expecting a kiss, but what I got was the hot, humid smell of his breath. One of the places that dragons' emotions could be conveyed via smell.
The sweet smell of arousal. He was horny. Very horny. I shuddered.
Mason spoke up. "So cute...." He tightened the grip on my head and pulled me closer for a kiss.
A kiss with a dragon was surreal. I could literally taste his arousal. A sweet and almost savory flavor assaulted my senses as his long draconic tongue invaded my mouth. At first, our tongues wrestled, tasting and feeling each other. The kiss went on, becoming more passionate. His hands explored my body, feeling up my lower back and teasing my cheeks.
His tongue invaded deep into my mouth and I began to melt as it reached my throat. He moved his hands to my sides pulling us closer as our bodies and bulges touched, forcefully controlling the momentum of the kiss as he began essentially tongue-fucking my face. Just when I began to have trouble breathing, he released the kiss and took a step back.
"I believe you've earned the right to learn what my other trait is. Drop your pants, then drop mine."
"y-yes" I eagerly obeyed, dropping my drawers at record speed.
"Yes, sir" He corrected me.
"Yes, sir."
I got on my knees and worked first on his belt, savoring the smell coming from between his legs. Soon his pants dropped from his waist, revealing the top of his cock protruding out of his underwear. It was massive- even from the outline I could tell it had to be at least 10 inches. Curiously, there was a certain bulge around the base.
"You... have a knot... sir."
"Yes. Yes, I do. And hopefully, before the night is over, you will have it too."
I feel like I could have fainted. "I think I would like that very much."
"As would I...but before we begin, I must warn you. I tend to be a very... rough lover. I don't want to make you uncomfortable... or hurt you, so I'll stop if you tell me to. I just wanted to make it perfectly clear before we continue."
It was music to my ears. Exactly what I wanted to hear. I wouldn't tell him that. He was going to have to work for it.
"Sir... I know you can smell me."
We made eye contact. Without another word he grabbed the side of his boxers, dropping them to the ground. What was revealed was a cock not unlike my own, only scaled to dragon proportions. Including the 10 inches was a knot bigger than I had seen on any wolf. I suddenly worried for my hole.
"Don't worry. We won't start there. You haven't earned it yet."
He quickly grabbed the scruff of my nape, something that hasn't been done to me since high school. I tensed up, ready to obey his next command.
"This is how it's going to work. I'm going to give you a command and you are going to obey it. If you don't obey it, or I think you aren't working hard enough....", he tightened his grip on my nape, his claws digging into my skin. "...you will be punished. Understood?"
"Yes, sir" I mewled, avoiding eye contact.
"Good. Now..." He forcefully moved my head, positioning my nose right in front of his hefty knot. "Lick it. Don't worry, I showered before work. It's clean... mostly..."
I quickly got to work, assaulting every part of his knot with my tongue. It tasted clean, but salty, seasoned from a day of sitting in his chair. His cock began to twitch, obviously enjoying the attention it was getting.
Mason seemed unphased but spoke up. "Good boy. Make it nice and wet. We'll move on soon." Judging from his tone of voice, I didn't want to know what his punishment would be. Or maybe I did?
I slowed down, attacking only the same spot with my tongue.
"I didn't tell you to slow down."
I slowed down even more, dramatically slowing my motions as I licked the same spot.
"Looks like the bitch wants to get punished." The words sent shivers down my spine.
Mason again grabbed me by my scuff, his claws digging into my skin. Not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough that I would feel it. He handled me like a pup, lifting me to my feet.
"Get on the table. On your back, face towards me."
It was then I noticed the table had been cleared, perhaps in preparation for this very moment. It was an adjustable stand-up table and had been adjusted slightly higher than normal. Exactly at crotch level, I noticed.
I obeyed, laying face-up on the cold table. My feet hung off the side, but my face was at perfect positioning to receive his package, my head barely hanging off the long end of the table. Mason wasted no time, walking over to my side and positioning his "punishment" right in front of my face.
"I'm going to give you one more chance. Lick it. We can go at my pace or yours. Your choice."
I could feel the submissive part of my brain kick in. This was a command from my boss. My alpha.
I began working on the underside of his cock, attacking first the sensitive underside of his head and working towards the base. He began to gently thrust, overtaking more and more of my mouth as the sweet taste of arousal assaulted my senses. After some moments of savoring the flavors and sensations that were at work in my mouth- he leaned forward, pinning my arms to the table.
"~I hope you're throat-trained~."
He pushed forward, slowly into my throat. After a few moments of gagging and a couple slow thrusts. I began to adjust.
It was surreal. I could feel his heartbeat. Every thrust brought new sensations and a feeling of warmth that was quickly replaced by emptiness. Before long he was seven or eight inches in, his bulbous knot smacking against the front of my mouth.
His pace increased, and soon the room became drowned in the sloppy wet sounds of a wolf being taken by his alpha. My cock was leaking copious amounts of pre, saturating the fur on my stomach and pooling on the table. His fluids too added to the mess, my face, mouth, and throat coated in the salty substance. I wondered if it would end soon- how much more my throat could take. I would at the very least have a sore throat for the next few days, as I felt my esophagus hugging the sides of his cock.
He continued thrusting and thrusting, each thrust increasing in velocity. Soon he was pistoning into my throat, each sloppy thrust accompanied by a thud as his legs hit the side of the desk. It began to become hard to breath, my nose occasionally being covered by wads of spit and salty pre.
I could ask him to slow down or stop, and he would. But I didn't want that. If I was going to pass out, this would be the way to do it.
I could tell his was losing himself in the moment. His eyes closed and he whispered under his breath.
"so...fucking..tight...."
I could feel the muscles in his legs tense up. I could feel his heartbeat through his swollen cock invading my body. He was close. Soon, he would mark me as his. My draconic alpha.
A few more short thrusts, and the inevitable. One final thrust. Mason leaned forward, further pinning me in place and shoving his knot to the base of my throat.
I could feel ropes of cum invade my esophagus as a certain hotness filled my chest. Mason's entire body tensed up and he growled deeply, more wolfen than draconic. I squirmed as his seed invaded me, claiming my mouth and throat. My mind was melting, submitting to its new reality. Was it possible to cum without ever being touched?
My anticipation was soon replaced with panic as it became hard to breathe. I writhed for a moment, desperately trying to get the attention of my alpha. Luckily, he noticed and relented, pulling his cock out of my mouth. As I gasped for air as hot ropes of semen fell on my body, saturating my face, chest, and reaching all the way to my groin.
----Mason---
I took a step back, panting for breath. I hadn't planned on finishing in his mouth, but the whole thing was just... so hot. A young, willing wolf willing to make himself all mine. I was almost getting hard again at the thought.
Jayce was slowly catching his breath. I couldn't help but admire my work. Dragons were known for their production and I was no exception. This would be a pain to clean up, but it was worth it.
Jayce began to catch his breath and spoke. "I...huff... that was... incredible...."
"Hmmm.... It wasn't too much?"
"No...huff...._exactly what I wanted..." So cute. Watching him recover from what _I did to him.
"So... sorry about that. I didn't mean to finish there, it's just you're so hot and I was caught in the moment...." I looked at his still-throbbing cock. I would have to take care of that before we finished. Wouldn't want my new toy to leave unsatisfied.
"No, no it's fine... I'll just..." Jayce propped himself up, his limbs still shaking from the experience, his voice slightly hoarse. He grabbed his cock and began stroking, using the surrounding cum and his own pre as lubricant. I took a step forward, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and smirked.
"I didn't say you could finish." Jayce obeyed, his ears dropping down and hands dropping to his side. I would let him, finish of course. I'm not that cruel. "Stay exactly as you are. Cock out and lean back."
"Y-yes, alpha, sir."
Alpha? A new one. I liked it.
"You've been a good bitch. Now it's time for your reward."
I got on my knees and immediately attacked his cock with my mouth. Unlike Jayce, I had years of experience that shown through as I expertly attacked his sensitive spots with my serpentine tongue. He began to squirm as I put one hand on his shoulder, holding him in place.
He tasted salty and distinctively lupine. He had already seemed ready to blow when I was fucking his mouth. I knew he wouldn't last long like this.
Sure enough, moments later his cock began to throb, and his muscles tensed up. He was ready to blow.
One final motion and he let loose. While he wasn't producing as much as I did, it was still a copious amount for a wolf. Months of teasing him had driven him wild- I'm sure he's wanted this for as long as I have.
Still, I expertly suckled his cock, swallowing load after load. I would be smelling wolf for a while. I stood up and smiled, wiping my mouth. "Well... that was fun. Sorry again for the mess. I'm going to have to clean this up before work tomorrow."
"Yeah, that was amazing. Could you teach me how to do that? I think next time I'd like there to be less mess."
I internally chucked. Next time? It appears this wolf and I are on the same wavelength. "Of course. It will be a bit harder given how much I produce. Maybe if you master it, you can start taking your lunch breaks in my office." I gave him a devilish grin. "I'm sure those muscles need lots of protein."
Jayce shuddered, obviously enamored by the idea of spending his foreseeable future in this company wrapped around my cock.
"Yeah. I would _love_to, just..." He took a deep sniff, "maybe when I have more practice? I'm not sure how I'm going to get this smell out by tomorrow."
"Ah...yeah." I hadn't thought about that. Even to the untrained nose, he would smell for days. It wouldn't do to have an employee coming into work reeking of...well, me. I thought for a moment and sat down next to him, a quiet squish noise as my ass was covered in my own seed.
"Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? I can't exactly have you coming in smelling like cum. If you want, you can stay at my place tonight. Maybe we can finish what we started?" I reached my hand behind his back and groped at his ass. I knew he wouldn't turn me down. I could smell it.
"Oh- Yeah, let's do it! ... sir." He added in the sir at the last moment. So fucking cute.
"Great...now let's clean this up before we leave."
"Won't your office smell too?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. No one comes in here unless I let them."
We spent the next hour and a half cleaning first ourselves and then the office. It was awkward using the bathroom sink to clean ourselves, but luckily I had prepared cleaning supplies for just such occasion. I took the towels we used with me to mitigate the smell. Jayce still had clumps of semen stuck to his fur and reeked like me but could at least make it to my car without too much trouble.
As we silently walked to my car together, I couldn't help but reflect on my luck. Something about this wolf drove me crazy. His toned body. His bright green eyes. The way he walked, the way he talked... it was if he was begging me to make him mine... to which I would happily oblige.
The ride home was silent at first, neither of us knowing what to say. What is the normal process for a boss taking his employee home to plow his ass? I wasn't sure and by his silence, Jayce wasn't either. Awkward as it may be, I decided to break the silence. "Hmm... so we were really worked up back there. How long have you been thinking about that?"
One of Jayce's ears perked up at my voice and he responded, my eyes still on the road. "A while. You knew that though..."
True enough. The very first time I met Jayce, I could smell a hint of arousal from him. And the next time I met him. And every time after that. "Yeah, I felt the same way... I wasn't exactly sure how to go about this. Believe it or not I don't face-fuck _every_employee that stays late." It was meant to be a joke, but Jayce looked at me, a bewildered look on his face. "I'm kidding of course. Sex at work is a first for me. I have to say, I always found you attractive, but that was... _amazing._It's one thing to find someone as sexy as you, but another to find so... compatible with my particular interests."
Jayce adjusted himself, sitting more upright in his seat and looked at me. "That was everything I hoped it would be and more... and I can't wait until we get to your house..." He paused for a moment and rubbed his ear, seemingly unsure on how to word what he wanted to say next. "...And I would really like to keep doing this, but..." His ears leaned back.
"But what?" We were at a stop sign, so I turned and looked at him. He looked nervous. Despite my proclivities in bed, the last thing I wanted was to make him do something he was uncomfortable with. "Are you uncomfortable with this? If you want, I can take you home."
"No! It's not that. It's just... I really do like you. You are so fucking hot. It's just that... I really like you."
Oh. I certainly found him attractive. In fact, the idea of having this wolf as my boyfriend was... alluring. "Jayce... I must admit, I like you too. I know we've only known each other for a few months, but the sexual attraction I feel for you... it's like nothing I've ever felt. It's just... we don't really know each other. I may not look it, but I have a lot of experience in this field. Relationships built on nothing but sexual attraction don't work."
Jayce's ears receded further. "Oh, it's just... I thought..."
I reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, a light, gentle grip in contrast to our earlier encounter. "Don't misunderstand me... I'm not saying no." I paused, noticing another car coming on the road behind me and stepped on the gas. "All I'm saying is- contrary to what we just did and are about to do- why don't we take it slow? Tomorrow is Friday. I have to go to work, but after...." I smiled, glancing at the nervous wolf, trying to reassure him. "Jayce, will you go on a date with me?"'
_I got bored and wrote this! I'm not very good at follow-ups but will at least try and get the scene at Mason's apartment out at some point. If I feel like it, also expect some character development as well as a 3-way scene involving Kyle. _