Mates are something that a handful of animals abide by. It's the understanding that one person is destined to be with another for as long as they live. Wolves somehow became the face of the whole mating thing. I hit my head after trying to save Sam. Albeit he only got scared cause of my dummy self, I couldn't think straight. I remember thinking of the color yellow, wanting to throw up a lot, and smelling an abundance of cigarette smoke and some type of deodorant. It wasn't familiar to me, so I assume it was Sam. Oh... did I lick him?! I remember going to sleep recently and only able to think about cradling him and licking him a bunch. I think I have the misunderstanding that he's my mate, even though he's a deer. And plus I know a bunch of wolf girls that are into me, so... yeah. I then stroked my head to try and remember.
We fell... he drove... then i fell on his couch and he sat next to me as I had red in my paws... wait...?
"Augh..." I groaned. I held the back of my head as I sat up. I was covered in a light blanket. On a couch I was unfamiliar with. I reached to check my phone... WHERE IS MY PHONE? I looked at my pants and saw that I was wearing gym shorts and a small t-shirt on. I looked around. Beneath the couch was Sam, in a sleeping bag. The bag was small for him and he held it up to his cheek. His knees were to his chest. I tapped his shoulder as an attempt to wake him up, but he shrugged me off slowly, not bothering to open his eyes. He looked so cute and stubborn not to wake up... I mean, in a not gay way. I got off the couch and tossed the blanket carefully across my Sam. I looked around in attempt to find my jeans and work clothes. I then heard a loud chime on the nearby chair. Sam groaned in response to the noise and I rushed over to shush the noise. It was my mom asking where I was. She was angry, but I took a quick photo of my face to show I was fine and explained what happened. As I waited for her to respond, I realized it was only 3 in the morning. The sun had barely lightened the sky. I then checked my phone for any other notifications. It makes sense, the only friends I have are my cousins and siblings. Oh wait!
"Hey man! how are you?" I texted him. He was a friend I made in middle school. We kinda just vibed with each other once we were stuck together. I wouldn't say I was a nerd in school, but I was just antisocial with a liking of books and fantasy. Nathan was just some fun idiot I met at the library when he was trying to look smart for a few teachers.
"Why awake" he responds. I assume he was tired.
"I'm bored! Plus it's been a while since we've talked!" I sent.
"Ok" he responds. I figure that's his sign of go back to sleep. Honestly, I had to much of a headache to go back to sleep. It then dawned on me that I was wearing Sam's clothes. Curiously, I picked the shirt up and smelt him. He smelt a lot more musky than I'd thought, it even seeped into the cloth itself. I found myself inhaling his smell through what little I could through his shirt. I personally find a lot about a person through smell. He was definitely different at home than work. He sweats in the same places as most people do when exercising. Does he work out? Either than or he just sweats more in those areas. I am wearing a pretty breathable T-shirt. Maybe I could get a few more shirts to get a good idea, WHAT AM I THINKING. Man, I really am not thinking straight. Actually, i I can't smell his shirts, I can just smell him here and now! Why didn't I think about that earlier? I walked over to Sam's sleeping body and saw that he was in a self cradling baby position. It was adorable. I should get away from him, I clearly am having some serious impulse control. I should thank his parents and leave. I looked around. There weren't a lot of bedrooms. Just two and I assume one of them was Sam's. I knocked on one of the doors as quietly as I could. No response. Maybe this one was Sam's room. I should get away from it before I smell his pillows or something. I go to the next bedroom and knock. Still nothing I step outside and just see a small black car. It was beat up around the rim and probably a hand me down. I didn't see any other cars and I remember coming here in a black type of car. I go back inside and start getting my stuff together.
"Oh are you feeling better?" Sam asked. I looked behind me quietly. Surely enough, he was wearing another T-shirt and pajama pants. His eyes were barely open as he looked to me. I chuckled at the sight.
"Yeah thanks for that. Where are your parents? Can I thank them too?" I asked. Sam sighed.
"They don't live here. It's only me and my aunt and she's a doctor, so she works most days. It's just us in here. He sighed. He then froze upon saying that and looked at me wide eyed.
"Hey um... Sam, thanks. Really! I can leave if you don't feel safe with me here!" I suggest. He shook his head as he rubbed his eyes with his paw slowly.
"No it's fine, we have today off don't we? Let's just hang out, I guess..." he said tiredly. I could feel my tail wagging excited. He wanted to hang out! Man I need to think about what we can do, he's probably still afraid of my being a wolf, so I need to make sure I'm not to predator-like. Maybe a movie, or-
"Can I smell you?" I asked suddenly. Sam froze as he blinked blankly. I completely choked as I sputtered to take what I said back. WHY. CAN'T. I. JUST. SHUT. UP! This my one choice to make friends with him and I just-
"That's how you wolves identify things, right? Sure. But you can make breakfast, right? I ran out of money recently." He groaned.
"What? Y-you'll actually let me smell you? And yeah I can totally make you something for breakfast! I make eggs and pancakes, alright?" I cheered happily. The excitement reminded me of the migraine on the back of my head, but it'll subside eventually. I quickly jumped to the fridge and pantry to try and get ingredients. I completely went autopilot when making him his breakfast. It's my first breakfast with Sam! Why is that such a big deal? Geez, I need to get my head straight.
"How long did you want to smell me for?" Sam asked. I continued to make his food as I thought about it.
"I wanna smell everyone I meet. It's rare that a prey would be ok with it though. I mean-"
"No, I get it..." Sam defends. He's so different. He isn't jumping to the sight of me, he's actually talking to me. Man, I hope I never wake up, this is amazing!
"So since the first day we met?" He asked. I guess I didn't really answer his question.
"Yeah. But you don't have to let me smell you, we can totally do something else, if you want!" I suggest. It's still weird he'd let me do this. Doesn't he fear me?
"Just shut up. I told you it's fine, right? Plus I doubt you'd kill me." He groaned. I was a little brought back when he said that.
"Did you think I'd ever... k-kill... you?" I hesitated to ask.
"... no..." he answers slowly. I looked over to him and he was just staring blankly out of the window as we talked.
"Well, you always act like I'll attack you every day. Even on the first day, you didn't really like me." I told him. He sighed, waiting a bit to answer.
"It wasn't exactly fear like you'd kill me. But I still got over it now, so it's fine." He said. The pancakes were done. I started moving on to the eggs. The rest was in silence. He kept looking out the window in a very quiet house. Only his aunt? I wonder what happened to his parents? I think it's best not to ask.
I fixed together his plate and handed it to him. He smiled and happily ate it, not minding me. I couldn't help but stare at him. He's calm...to me! He seems so nice now. Although his eyebrows seem to always be just a bit more low than normal, giving off the whole dissatisfied look. But I guess some people just have an RBF like that.
"Are you not gonna eat too?" Sam asked me. I chuckled.
"No, I usually don't eat breakfast in mornings. At the very least not a big one." I said, shrugging it off. It was also this headache making me nearly gag with the thought of actual food.
"Well there's some fruit in the fridge if you want something light. Or a water. I'd feel guilty if you didn't eat anything. He'd feel guilty? Aww! I guess I could scarf down an apple if it makes him feel better. I started my way to his fridge to get an apple. One bite out of it and I realized how hungry I actually was. He smiled as he saw me eating the apple.
After the both of us ate our food, Sam lead me to his room and let me sit on his bed. He looked at me expectantly. I suddenly got cold feet. What if I get carried away and scare him off? I can't risk it!
"So what about a movie? Yeah, a movie!" I suggested. He sighed.
"Didn't you say you wanna smell me?" He insisted. I lightly scratched the back of my head.
"I mean... yeah... are you sure though? I think it may be weird for you, being a deer and all." I said impulsively. He looked at me, disappointed. I lowered my head in response.
"Just come on. It's like a band aid, rip it off. So how does this work? Do I lay down or...?" He asked curiously, awkwardly positioning his body.
"Yeah, you could lay down. I'll just move my nose along your body. You'll tell me if you're uncomfortable, right?" I asked. He nods his head and lays down on his back. His body was tense as he looked at me curiously. I used my claws to lightly knead at his chest as I lowered my head to his neck. I started taking whiffs of his neck. As my paws held his body in place by weighing his chest down. It then dawned on me that I was smelling my deer friend on the first day he open up to me. I traced my paws along his body, forcing his muscles to let go as I climbed on top of him, careful not to put too much weigh on him. My nose made its way to his chest, I smelt the lint filled blanket I threw on him earlier this morning and the smell of the sleeping bag too old for him. I could practically smell the dust off his body. Wait, neither of us took showers this morning. I probably smell like wet dog after sweating in my sleep... wait. He didn't take a showers either. I lowered my body, putting my paw back on his chest as I nearly shoved my nose underneath his arm, getting a whiff of his sweat and pure musk. It was intoxicating. It didn't answer my question on if he worked out though. I then made use of my paws as my claws traced the outlines of his chest and around shirt I was still able to feel his pecs. Wait... WHAT?! There were traces of lion on his side. I used my other paw to raise his shirt and reveal a shallow scratch on his side. It reeked of lion. I traced the smell of lion to his lower waist as well, no his whole body. I just didn't notice it until the huge amount of lion on his side. I was then caught by the smell of more sweat. My nose then met with his belly button and lowering down to the laces on his pajama pants. The ones to tighten and loosen them. I was ready to pull those off before the quick paw of Sam pressed against the top my head. I looked up at him to see a near mortified look on his face.
"I'm going to take the guess that that's morning wood still..." he said quietly as he pointed to the tent in my pants. I sprung up in panic. WHY DO I SCREW EVERYTHING UP?!
"Ahh, I'm so sorry I got caught up in the moment and I didn't notice, a-and-"
"Micah, Y-"
We were both cut off when my phone went off. Someone was calling me. I looked and saw it was my mom.
To make a long story short, she wasn't happy and I was grounded. Sam was willing to drive me home. It was an awkward silence conversation wise. I was going to thank him again but I felt like I needed to stop talking to him. WHY DID I MESS EVERYTHING UP!?!!?!!!!! Ahhhh I suck. Was I just gonna strip him of his dignity too while I was at it?!?? Augh! I'm so stupid!
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Crossbreed Works!
RomanceA wolf gets a job at his local book store and comes across someone who peaks his interest.
