Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 12: The Hills Have Thighs

Dear Luke,

I didn't know you were in town! You should've said something man. Listen, I don't normally let guys into Magic Mike (I know, I know, but Thunder set a precedent and I'm just borrowing the horny market not living in it) but why don't you and Derek come out for a show? We'll set you up in a private box just off stage and it'll be a good time. We can grab a meal afterwards. What do you say?

-CT

Luke wracked his brain as he stood in the doorway of the hotel room wearing nothing more than a dress shirt. He'd been looking over a script for the next season of his tv show when this note had slipped under the doorway. When was the last time he and Channing Tatum had even been at the same party? Not to say he wasn't flattered, Channing was of course a delicious and fun looking human- but there were rumors of his divahood that Luke could absolutely believe.

Still, one had to be polite.

"Darling, what are you doing over there?"

"It's good for my teeth-" Derek mumbled as he grrred and growled his way through a very large section of rope with some Treasure Island coins on the end of it. 

"Well it seems we have some place to be tonight?"

"Do we? I've got three shows to perform at-"

"Have you officially moved to Vegas?"

"No. But I've made a commitment to the Water Wolves and I have to keep it."

"They sounded much better when you called them the Pirates."

Derek merely shrugged and used a free paw to scratch an itch on his shoulder.

"Now darling, I know you've gone native but this letter is addressed to us both. Which means either Channing has spies or TMZ is stalking us. So we must try to be more discreet."

"I'm pretty discreet!"

"Yeah."

"Anyways, you should go. You'll have more fun."

"What happens when we've solved this Derek?"

"Don't know. I'll figure it out then."

"So you're going to let me in a room full of horny and attention starved bodybuilding male strippers and you're not going to get jealous? That is what you're saying?"

"Maorhaoruaruarahrkhao-"

"Darling, your mouth is full-"

"I said-" Derek said with an annoyed lilt of a growl. "I don't feel threatened by humans. Go and have a good time. Suck Tatum's dick dry for all I care. I have work."

"Alright, alright. There's no need for histronics pup."

"I am a fully grown wolf! How many times do I have to tell you that?!"

Derek looked as though he were about ready to pounce on Luke, and not in a playful way.

"You're going to heel, then, since you know how."

"Don't order me around, Blood Boy."

"Don't ruin a perfectly good afternoon by trying to pick a fight you can't win."

Luke had visions of having to pay for a completely trashed hotel room. But all he got for his troubles was a very vicious slap across the face and a huffy wolf slamming his way out of the room.