Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

Troye

I’ve known since the first time Sam and I kissed in his Camero. At first I thought it was a coincidence, or maybe even fate, but then I realized it was me not putting the pieces together sooner.

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The first time I left the house with the searing and unmistakable pain and shifting of bone akin to his own family, my stepdad John found me behind the shed where he was chopping wood. Judging by his threatened demeanor, he didn’t realize it was me at first. But after I bowed in submission and tilted my head to the right like I always do when I’m trying to get someone’s attention, he got on his hands and knees and smiled, running a hand through my white-as-snow coat. He shook his head, and looked up at the sky, almost asking it something, then turned back to me.

“Oh boy, Troye.”

He sighed. I licked him.

Long story short, my stepdad actually knew what I was, not that I hadn’t already suspected, but when your pinned to the road and bitten by a beast and then suddenly turn into a dog once in a while without any explanation, it kinda gets to you.

John had friends at Eastern Wolf Hills apparently, so he took me over to get “examined.” Turns out I was a healthy little werewolf, and had the perfect stature and standing for an omega: a wolf without a proper wolf family, and a teeny one at that. I was naturally small and thin so it didn’t surprise me that my wolf was as well. No one knew either, apart from John. Eastern was basically just a bunch of old guys and random kids from far away who had a “conservative” view of how a werewolf pack functioned. So I only showed up when Alpha Grey needed me, and in turn I was granted protection and a pack to call my own, even if I didn’t really need one. It was a suitable arrangement. I got along just fine. Of course, that is, before I realized the reason John knew so much about my kind was because his god forsaken son Dallas was one too.

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The unmistakable shrill sound of our alarm shattered my eardrums as the clock struck 6.  Dallas grunted next to me as he buried his face deeper into the crook of my neck mumbling something incoherent.

“Dallas we have to get up,” I mumbled as I felt his arm snake around my stomach and pull me closer to his chest like I was some sort of stuffed animal.

“Just.. 4 more minutes.. please,” his hot breath tickled my ear and danced down my spine, igniting me. Well now I’ve got to get up.

I threw his arm off my waist and pushed his heavy body away, struggling to sit up.

“Just come back to bed, we can be late,” he pleaded, his voice muffled by the comorter that was now engulfing his body instead of me.

“No you big lug, I’ve got an English exam and I still need to shower. I expect you to be up and dressed by the time I get out,” I shuffled around the room grabbing various articles of clothing for Dallas and I. I folded his up into a neat pile and placed it on the edge of the bed, followed by his shoes and his favorite leather jacket.

“And I mean it!” I shouted as I closed the door to the bathroom and quickly undressed to get in the shower.

Dallas

After a couple of grunts and attempts, I finally kicked the blanket off my sweaty body. Damn I needed a shower. I patted the areas next to me, looking for Troye. Of course he had already gotten up. I stretched and cracked my bones into place as I got up from the inviting bed. I could feel the smile etch its way on my face at the sight of my clothing laid out in a neat pile for me on the end of my bed. I think he did those kinds of things because he felt like he owed it to me, yanno for holding him when the nightmares came. But truth be told, I didn’t mind it. At all. And sometimes that scared me.

I opened the door to the bathroom, lazily scratching my stomach. The sound of the shower running made that goofy smile appear on my face again. He turned the shower on for me? Wow. Maybe he just likes doing nice things for me? Who knows. I wasn’t going to think that far into it, so I slowly pulled off my boxers and tshirt. One quick look in the mirror couldn’t hurt, though. Wow. Damn. I’d do me. I’d do me on the kitchen counter. Or maybe in the shower. Shoot. Still gotta shower. Troye’ll kill me if I make him late. I quickly pulled the curtain back and stepped in, already feeling the goosebumps on my back, the hot water running across my-

“DALLAS! GET OUT!” A frantic Troye scream forced me out of my enchanting shower dreams. I looked up, still half asleep.

WELL NOW I WAS AWAKE. A stark naked Troye stood in front of my, desperately trying to cover his manhood with his tiny hands. A red blush crept its way across his cheeks. It was adorable. He was adorable. The way the water rippled off his chest and-

“OH my GOD, Dallas would you quit staring at me?! And put that thing away! Holy shit its MASSIVE! Oh my god, oh my god!”

He started spinning around in circles, trying not to look at me and trying to hold his penis in his hands at the same time, and it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

I burst out laughing at the scene unfolding in front of me and at his mortified comments that just kept coming.

“Dallas get out!!! Please don’t take my innocence away anymore! God have mercy!” His little spinning act continued, but his foot got caught on the edge of the shower mat and he began to tumble forward. I quickly stepped up to grab and steady him, but he just kept falling, straight into my chest. My lackluster effort to save him had me winded and I didn’t move from his grasp. His legs were stuck between mine and I was gripping his forearms so he didn’t fall. As soon as he caught his breath, he looked sheepishly up at me and half-grinned.

“Sorry Dal,” He whispered and I had half a mind to throw him up against the linoleum shower wall and take him right there. But that was my wolf. My wolf who was horny and wanted attention. Hell, I’ve never even had sex with someone! Wolves are sexual creatures and all that pent up desire has him getting all hot and bothered, not me. Not me. It wasn’t me. So I released his arms and I felt them land on my chest. I was still breathing heavily, but this time not because I was out of breath. He let his hands rest there for a minute before gently moving them, slowly and seductively down my chest. My heart rate dipped and my wolf grew anxious for his touch. No, for anyone’s touch. Anyone. Not just Troye’s. Anyones. Right?

I watched as his hands roamed, his eyes watching his own hands as if he was in disbelief. The sexiness of that simple act sent blood pumping to my groin and just about made me lose my mind. My wolf. My wolf losing his mind. Not me. This isn’t me. This isn’t me.

My body disobeyed my mind as I heard a moan of pleasure escape my mouth as his hand traced over my nipple. Troye’s head shot up at the very sound, his eyes laced with fear. Suddenly I was released from my sex-crazed reverie, my vision cleared and then realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

“I…I uh. I’m gonna..” I desperately tried to form words as Troye just stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Get changed. Clothes…Thanks. I .. Bye.”

Did I just thank him?! Who am I? I feel like I just bought sex off a street corner! There’s no getting over this one anytime soon. So I quickly jumped out of the shower, pulled a towel off the door, and ran from that bathroom like it was hell itself.

Troye

I think I just molested my step brother.

I'm so gay.

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