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kathierif_ficTitle: Skin and Bones. (2/5)
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Hockey/NHL (Detroit Red Wings, Buffalo Sabres)
Current Word Count: 19,383
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: This is absolutely not true. The names of real people have been used, but this is just my imagination and done with lots of adoration and love for the guys and my mind isn’t affiliated with them anyways. The chapters are named after songs that don’t belong to me either.
Pairings: Henrik Zetterberg/Ryan Miller, Steve Yzerman/Tomas Holmstrom/Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood/Brendan Shanahan and Henrik Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk in the background
Warnings: slash, supernatural things, real people
Summary: Adulthood, mates, packs, the life of a werewolf is never boring
Author’s Notes: My neverending thank you goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nerfgunqueen and mer5, who checked this over for me, and especially Ginny, who held my hand while helping me getting this thing in order, including the summary. Also to chosenfire28 for the artwork, thank you so much!
Chapter 1.
II. Chapter 2: Skin and Bones. Summer 2006.
Ryan woke with a start.
For a long moment, he remained motionless, apart from the rapid movements of his ribcage as he breathed heavily. His shirt was drenched in sweat and clung to him like a second skin, and the blankets had wrapped themselves tightly around his legs.
With slightly trembling fingers, he reached for the bedside lamp, but before he could switch on the light, he realized that he didn’t need it. He was able to make out the details of the bedroom from the light of the full moon that fell through the cracks in the blinds.
With a quiet growl, he freed himself from the tangled blankets and stumbled to his feet. This was ridiculous, he thought. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up in the first place, but awake he was, and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep so soon.
For a moment, he stood and listened into the night, but he couldn’t hear anything over the rush of blood in his own ears. Slowly and almost gradually, he became aware of the throb of his heartbeat in his chest. It sent his blood in waves through his entire body, and he could feel it all the way to his toes and fingertips, the tips of his ears, the roots of his hair, and his teeth.
He clenched his teeth to stop the throb and the soft whine that lurked just below the edge of his consciousness and wrapped both arms tightly around his chest. The air in the room was stifling, and again, he acted purely on instinct as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a dry t-shirt and pulled them on. The rasp of the fabric against his skin almost made his knees buckle and send him writhing on the floor, but he gritted his teeth tightly and forced his hands into stillness as they fumbled with the buttons on his pants.
On silent feet, he snuck through the house. It was quiet – too quiet, he thought with a frown as he realized that he could hear only the breathing of two people. Neither his parents nor Drew were home.
He didn’t waste time worrying about that as he grabbed his shoes – black dress shoes that didn’t really fit with the rest of his outfit, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about details like that when the walls felt like they were closing in on him – and snuck out of the house.
The moon was bright enough to see where he was going, and he broke into a slight jog, away from the house. It was quiet, and all he could hear was the snuffling of some animals and his own breathing.
He didn’t have a particular goal in mind. He just ran until the burn in his lungs and muscles overwhelmed the unfamiliar throb throughout his entire body and he felt a little more like himself again.
However, as soon as he slowed down, the throbbing came back, and Ryan hissed through clenched teeth as he forced his tired and sore muscles into action once more. He didn’t care where he was going, he just needed to move.
He ran until his aching feet wouldn’t carry him anymore and he stumbled with almost every step. When he finally realized that he wasn’t alone and the smell of the other werewolf penetrated the fog surrounding his consciousness, he was too exhausted to do much more than standing with his hands on his thighs and panting.
It took him just a few more moments to recognize the smell – every werewolf had their unique smell, after all, and they had a good memory for the smell of others. Ryan had never forgotten this one.
He lifted a trembling hand to wipe the sweat off his face. Of course, the other one had smelled him as well, he thought, plus, werewolves had good ears, especially during the time of the full moon, and he was panting loudly.
The full moon.
He almost started laughing when he finally realized what had woken him up in the first place and what was responsible for the throbbing throughout his entire body. It was the most natural thing to happen to a young werewolf. He had been told by so many people for all his life, last of them Drew a year before, when it had happened to him. When the weeks had turned into months and into years, and it had never happened to him, Ryan had worried a little, but he’d soon realized that it wasn’t important if he ever heard the moon or not. He’d stopped thinking about it, apart from the very abstract concept of what the full moon meant for other werewolves.
Those that had grown up and had heard the moon call out to them.
And now, he was one of them.
“What are you doing here?” he managed to wheeze.
“I noticed you,” came the amused reply from behind him. “I’ve followed you a bit. Good thing you always went in circles, or I would’ve lost you a few times there.”
Ryan felt the blood rush hot and prickling into his cheeks, and he shivered a little. “I never noticed you,” he admitted stiffly while still struggling for breath. “And that’s not what I meant. Why aren’t you in Detroit? I thought you wanted to go there directly from Sweden. You said so in that last email you wrote to Drew and some of the guys. When you said you wouldn’t be there for this year’s meeting.” He sucked in a shaky breath. Just because he hadn’t been an adult didn’t mean he didn’t know what was going on. He had known that Drew and Hank were both part of the network of werewolves that used the internet to keep in contact, and Drew had mentioned to him that Hank wouldn’t be around – and that he didn’t have to protect his brother from the other werewolf. Ryan had rolled his eyes at his brother’s words, but right now, he was wondering if it wouldn’t have been for the best if Drew had been with him.
“Probably for the best, that you did,” the other wolf continued as if he hadn’t heard Ryan. “Sometimes the young ones are so caught up in the moon that they blindly try to attack everyone who’s not family. But you know that.” He stepped up to Ryan, his steps light on the pavement. His fingertips brushed against the back of Ryan’s neck, and Ryan felt goose bumps break out over his entire body.
Ryan shrugged and drew in a ragged gulp of air that tasted like the other man. It filled his entire consciousness and suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything else but the other man. “Hank,” he moaned.
Hank stepped around him. His eyes twinkled playfully. “I should’ve known that you’re not that kind of guy,” he said quietly. “You’ve never been that aggressive, have you?”
Ryan straightened to his full height, but when Hank reached out and brushed calloused fingertips along his cheek and into Ryan’s sweaty hair, Ryan moaned and started to settle trembling, throbbing hands against Hank’s chest and shoulders.
“Not here,” Hank murmured. “Come on. Let’s go someplace else.” He hesitated briefly. “My room?”
He tugged slightly on Ryan’s hair, and Ryan willingly allowed himself to get pulled down, until his forehead rested against Hank’s shoulder and every breath he took smelled of the other man.
“Okay,” he whispered, almost inaudibly, but of course, Hank had werewolf hearing and understood him perfectly well.
“Come on, then,” he smiled and entwined their fingers. His touch soothed and aroused Ryan at the same time, and for a moment, he wondered if it was going to be like this for the rest of his life: the throbbing and the need to move until his body didn’t have the strength to go on anymore. He didn’t know yet how he could survive the season like this.
Hank’s fingers squeezed his. “It’ll get better,” he promised. “Easier. It’s only at the beginning that it’s this bad. The first year, tops.”
“Good to know,” Ryan muttered before sighing. “I think I need new shoes.”
“Yeah,” Hank agreed. “Probably. Let me guess, it was the first pair that fell into your hands and you were too impatient to pick another pair.”
Ryan blushed again and ducked his head sheepishly, and Hank laughed affectionately. The sound went straight through Ryan’s entire body, pooled warmly in his stomach and then moved down, to his cock.
Hank probably smelled his sudden and sharp arousal, or he noticed that Ryan walked even more gingerly than he’d done before, because he squeezed his fingers gently and picked up the pace slightly. He tugged impatiently on Ryan’s hand and urged him to hurry wordlessly.
Luckily, it wasn’t far. Ryan blushed an even darker shade of red when he realized that Hank had been right. He had been running in circles; and he hadn’t even realized. He had been too preoccupied with his urge to outrun his nature.
He also hadn’t noticed the faint traces of the smell of other werewolves that hung in the air, he thought. When he concentrated, he could recognize Drew’s smell, and, a few steps further down the street, that of their parents, but he didn’t stop to marvel about the fact that his senses were that much keener than they had been before. Before this night, he’d only been able to differ between smells when the people were in the same room with him or had left only recently. He’d never been able to tell them apart while being outside.
Hank was still there, and Ryan’s awareness of the other man’s presence rose with every step they took, until his entire mind was filled with sharp anticipation and they reached Hank’s hotel room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Ryan turned; just in time to get slammed against it. Hank’s hands burned his chest through the material of his shirt, and his lips were hot and dry and insistent on Ryan’s.
Ryan groaned as he submitted to the kiss. He welcomed the tongue that slipped past his lips and curled his own tongue around it hungrily while his hands moved to wrap in tight fists in Hank’s shirt. He was acutely aware of the path down his body that Hank’s hands took, tracing his pecs and stomach until finally settling on his hips and pulling them close to Hank. Hank chuckled roughly and rubbed his nose playfully against Ryan’s cheek, pulling his attention away from where their groins almost touched.
“You need a shower. You reek,” he murmured.
Ryan blushed, but he forced himself to look up, into Hank’s deep brown eyes. His tongue flickered out, to moisten suddenly dry lips.
Hank swallowed reflexively at the sight.
“You gonna join me?” Ryan asked. It was meant to sound seductive and as a little bit of a challenge, but his voice cracked slightly halfway through the sentence, and suddenly, it only sounded a little insecure.
Hank chuckled again and pressed his lips to Ryan’s cheek again. His beard tickled slightly as he moved, and when he finally replied, his breath rushed against Ryan’s over sensitized skin and almost made him come in his pants.
“For sure,” Hank breathed, “I’ll even blow you under the shower. If you want.”
Ryan moaned roughly and crashed their lips together again. He allowed Hank to pull him away from the door and steer him toward the bathroom, his hands impatiently pulling at Hank’s shirt while they moved. The need to touch more of Hank’s skin almost drove him insane, and he fumbled with the small buttons while constantly growling.
Finally, Hank laughed. “Here, let me,” he said and gave Ryan a quick peck on the lips before tugging his own shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground next to them. “Now yours.”
Ryan didn’t hesitate. He stripped off his sweaty shirt and stopped for a moment. “Shoes,” he murmured with a frown, while cursing himself for blushing like a virgin on a wedding night at every turn of events, before sinking to his knees in front of Hank and undoing the laces of both their shoes.
“Damn,” Hank breathed. He reached down to let his fingers tangle in Ryan’s hair again.
Ryan knelt up and rubbed his cheek against Hank’s stomach gently. “You know,” he pointed out breathlessly, “I don’t really like it if people pull on my hair like this.”
“People?” Hank asked, but his grip loosened and his hand smoothed down the thick strands of Ryan’s hair, and settled against his neck. “That better?”
Ryan nodded and kissed Hank’s stomach. The hand on the back of his neck radiated heat and provided a comfortable weight that reminded him of Hank’s presence, and Hank’s grip tightened slightly as he sucked in a sharp, startled breath.
Ryan watched the muscles in his stomach twitch. He looked up, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish here!”
“Don’t you dare!” Hank threatened playfully. Ryan just laughed, filed the information away for later, and concentrated on the task of getting Hank out of his socks and pants.
“Come on, up,” Hank urged with a tap of his fingers against Ryan’s shoulder after a moment. Ryan rose, and Hank kissed him deeply while pushing his jeans and underwear off his slim hips. His hand closed around Ryan’s dick almost immediately.
Ryan’s hips snapped forwards into an almost painful looking arch. His fingers clawed at Hank’s shoulders as he was overwhelmed by the tingling of his nerve endings.
“Shower,” Hank reminded him again. Ryan’s smell was quickly overwhelming him, and he was struggling for the last shreds of his control. It was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of it, and it made him fear that he would be doing something they both would regret in the morning.
Ryan nodded. His eyes were bright, and when Hank grabbed his hand once again, to pull him into the bathroom, he followed willingly and without as much as the hint of protest. It made Hank’s heartbeat quicken with excitement.
He didn’t hesitate, pushing Ryan into the tub and turn on the water. Ryan squawked undignified when the cold water cascaded down on him and took a step back, to escape it. Hank murmured an apology and adjusted the temperature until it was almost too hot for him to stand, but Ryan seemed comfortable. Hank pressed his body, slick and wet, against him, to feel him move against him while they kissed again.
“I have to ask,” he murmured against Ryan’s lips. Droplets of water ran down his face and clung to his lashes and beard, and he shook his head slightly to get them off. “Have you ever…you know. Done this.”
Ryan snorted amusedly. “I’ve been to college, you know,” he pointed out. “I know what I’m doing here. Do you?”
“Yeah,” Hank nodded and kissed the droplet of water off the tip of Ryan’s nose. “You’re definitely not the only one around here who has some experience.”
He didn’t wait for a reply as he ran his hands along Ryan’s sides, until they settled on his hips again, and pulled the other man close, until their erections brushed against each other, leaving both of them breathless. Ryan let his head fall back, and Hank took the opportunity to lick a broad stripe up his throat and press a kiss to the underside of his chin.
Hank slid down Ryan’s body until he was on his knees in front of him. His hands remained on Ryan’s hips, and he used his grip to guide him closer. The water hit his face, and he closed his eyes, letting his sense of smell and his hearing guide him as he took Ryan’s cock deep into his mouth and started sucking sloppily.
It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given in his life; and it also wasn’t the best Ryan ever had, but his whole body was thrumming and throbbing and the briefest touch sent an almost intense shock of arousal through his nerve endings. All he could do was hang on for the ride and cling to Hank’s shoulders while Hank’s strong hands controlled the twitches and thrusts of his hips for him.
Ryan, Hank quickly realized, was quiet. Apart from whimpering softly, he made almost no sounds, the only exception being the hissed, “Hank…” that warned him that Ryan was rapidly approaching orgasm. It only made him tighten his grip on Ryan’s hips and suck harder.
Ryan’s body strained against Hank’s control as he came, and his panting suddenly was suddenly very loud in the quiet bathroom, even if it was, Hank thought, still soft and almost drowned out by the sound of droplets of water hitting tiles.
He leaned his forehead against Ryan’s hip and waited for him to regain some of his composure. Only belatedly, he spat out and licked water off Ryan’s flat stomach, to dilute the intense taste in his mouth slightly. His own cock was hard and heavy in between his legs, pulsing slightly, and for a second, he played with the thought of getting up, pressing Ryan down with a hand on his neck – he was sure that Ryan wouldn’t fight him – and getting the favor returned, but he quickly and resolutely pushed that urge away.
He wanted something different.
Something more.
Slowly, he struggled to his feet and wrapped both arms protectively around Ryan. “You okay?” he murmured into slick, wet hair.
Hank had no idea where this feeling of protectiveness was suddenly coming from. He’d never felt like this before, he thought, a sense of wonder filling him. The closest he’d come to this had been when Pavel had been checked into the boards and had limped off the ice with a grimace on his pale face.
Ryan interrupted his thoughts with a soft nod. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “What about you?” he then added, his hand moving already to wrap around Hank’s straining cock.
Hank’s fingers closed around his wrist and squeezed slightly. “If you touch me now, I’m not sure I can hold on for long,” he warned, his voice getting rough with arousal and the attempt to control it. “And I’d really like to come in you…if that’s okay for you.”
Ryan stilled. Hank could see him swallow nervously, could hear the sound of his throat working, could smell his sudden nervousness, and he was almost ready to retract his words and take them back when Ryan finally opened his mouth and said, “It’s been a while.”
For a second, Hank couldn’t believe that he’d really heard those words. They were not an outright denial, he thought, randomly worrying that he’d somehow managed to misinterpret Ryan. But the look in Ryan’s eyes quickly convinced him that he’d understood the other man’s intentions loud and clear, and, most important of all, correctly.
He took a deep breath and casually reached for the shampoo.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Oh, wait. Turn around first. Yeah, like that.”
Ryan’s back was toward him now, and Hank encouraged him with a gentle touch to let his head fall back.
Ryan laughed. “I thought you wanted to fuck,” he teased while Hank worked the shampoo into the long strands of his hair.
“I do,” Hank replied. “Rinse.”
He didn’t wait for Ryan to obey his words as he already reached for the soap and started to wash him quickly. His hands ran over Ryan’s entire body, spreading the soap. By the time Ryan was completely clean, he also was more than half-hard again, and Hank had to fight for his control again and breathe shallowly through his mouth to stop his own arousal from overwhelming him completely. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of Ryan’s wet, slippery body writhing against him, he still wanted something else. And he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to control himself if Ryan had smelled so strongly.
There was something about Ryan’s smell that drove him insane, while at the same time, told him to be careful and go slow, but he didn’t know what it was.
For a second, he played with the thought of calling Homer and asking him, but it was full moon, and the older werewolf probably was busy himself and would only growl at Hank – if he answered his phone at all.
It didn’t matter right now anyways, he decided as he shut off the water and toweled both of them roughly dry. He couldn’t stop anymore, even if he tried, and he didn’t really want to stop, if he was honest with himself. Not even a bucket with icy water would be enough to dampen his arousal now.
He guided Ryan to the bed and pushed him down onto the tangled sheets before crawling after him and kissing and biting at his lips. Ryan’s hands scrabbled at his back and pulled him down, on top of him, while his own body arched off the mattress, seeking the contact to Hank’s skin.
Hank shivered, and a single drop of sweat ran down his spine. He bit playfully at Ryan’s collarbone and sat up.
Lube. They needed lube. If they wanted to do this properly, they needed it.
He knew that his control was not good enough to attempt doing this with just spit and a prayer while not injuring Ryan in the process. For some reason, the thought horrified him and made him keep his composure enough to remember where he’d put the lube.
“Turn over,” he rasped and bit at Ryan’s stomach. “On your stomach.”
Again, he didn’t wait for Ryan to follow his order as he stood and retrieved the bottle of lube from his bag. His instincts told him that Ryan would do what he had been told, and if there was one thing a werewolf could trust, it was his instincts.
When he turned to face the bed again, he still was surprised. He couldn’t hold back the rough moan at the sight before him, and he didn’t even try. Ryan had pushed one of the pillows under his hips and had his legs spread slightly, rising his ass invitingly into the air. His arms were folded under his cheek, and Hank could see his chest move slightly with every raspy breath he was taking.
He chuckled as he climbed back on the bed and licked a broad stripe over Ryan’s shoulder blade. “You have no idea how good you’re looking right now,” he murmured and brushed his fingertips gently along the clearly pronounced ribs. “All spread out for me…”
“I don’t know,” Ryan replied and arched his spine toward Hank’s mouth. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Hank chuckled and stretched out over Ryan for a moment, to rub his groin against his ass. “I have a better idea,” he murmured, his mouth close to Ryan’s ear. “Why don’t I show you?”
His tongue sneaked out to curl playfully along the rim of Ryan’s ear, and the broken moan set his blood on fire. For a second, he struggled against the almost overwhelming need to take Ryan’s neck in between his teeth and simply push down, into the pliant body underneath him, but he bit his tongue until the coppery taste of his own blood filled his mouth and his consciousness and he was able to pull back slightly.
His cock had left wet traces on Ryan’s ass, and Hank rubbed the fluid into his skin for a moment while opening the lube with the trembling fingers of his other hand.
“Relax,” he whispered. “You’re doing great.”
Slowly, he worked one, then two and three slick fingers into Ryan, his attention split between watching his fingers disappear in his body, stretching him and preparing him, and listening to any signs of discomfort from the man underneath him. However, he didn’t detect anything that made him consider stopping his ministrations.
Finally, he deemed Ryan ready and removed his fingers. Slicking up his cock, he bent down and kissed Ryan’s shoulder again. “Okay?”
Ryan grunted wordlessly and lifted his hips in invitation. He was flushed, his hands clenched tight in the blankets underneath him, but Hank still took a deep breath as he slowly pushed his cock into the stretched and relaxed opening to Ryan’s body.
He knew that he wouldn’t be able to last very long, but he still forced himself to move very slowly. He licked and sucked at Ryan’s back as he enjoyed the feeling of Ryan’s ass clenching tightly around his dick, almost forcing him into moving faster, but he still resisted the temptation.
Finally, Ryan moaned, a broken, breathless sound that made goose bumps break out all over Hank’s back and made his dick swell even more.
Hank growled deep in his throat. He had suspected that this would happen, but he’d never experienced the swelling of the bulbous glands around the head of his dick while he was in someone. It only happened during the full moon, he knew, and it didn’t happen to everyone, only when the arousal was high and sharp enough. He could only guess what Ryan was feeling, stretched so widely around Hank.
His hips flexed gently. “You okay, Ry?” he panted.
“Yeah. Don’t st…stop, please,” Ryan groaned and twisted his head to the side, offering his mouth for a sloppy kiss.
Hank stretched to reach his lips. It brought another moan to Ryan’s lips as Hank’s cock moved in him, pulling out slightly, but Hank knew that was almost impossible to separate them right now. They had to wait for Hank’s arousal to let up and the blood to leave his engorged dick before he could pull out without risking harm to Ryan.
It didn’t mean that he couldn’t rock slightly, pushing himself subtly deeper into Ryan, rubbing against his prostate with every shallow thrust, and if Ryan’s behavior was any indicator, he wasn’t complaining about the stimulation.
He was impatiently pushing back against Hank, trying to make him speed up his thrusts, and whining quietly at the back of his throat.
It almost made Hank go crazy with lust.
He bit at Ryan’s shoulder again, sucking blood to the surface of the skin, and wormed his hand underneath Ryan’s body, to wrap it around his erection. His palm rasped against the smooth skin in a rhythm that his hips soon picked up.
The moon called to both of them, magnifying the arousal that coursed through their werewolf blood to feverish heights. Hank’s arms started to shake as he got closer to orgasm, and he growled quietly while thrusting almost violently into Ryan’s body.
Ryan’s back arched as he pushed back, and he whimpered quietly. It was what finally sent Hank over the edge, and he tossed his head back and clenched his teeth to stop the howl from escaping. Hissing through his teeth, he felt his hips twitch and stutter as warmth curled deep in his stomach and spread through his entire body.
“Ry?” he murmured after a long moment.
Ryan grunted and turned his head to the side. His head was wet, but Hank couldn’t say if it was from sweat or from the shower they’d taken earlier. He didn’t care as he let his forehead rest in between Ryan’s shoulder blades, waiting for his heart rate and breathing to return to normalcy.
“You need a hand?”
Ryan shook his head. “No,” he admitted and folded his arms under his head. “’m good. Very good, to be honest with you.” He blushed slightly. “That was…”
He didn’t find the words to finish the sentence. Instead, he shrugged and gave Hank an exhausted half-smile.
Hank’s hand smoothed down his side. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It was.”
He licked the warm skin underneath his mouth briefly. Their legs tangled, and he felt Ryan’s chuckle as much as he heard it.
“Definitely not what I expected,” he murmured.
“No? What did you expect?” Hank murmured back.
“I don’t know,” Ryan admitted and shifted slightly. Their bodies were still stuck together, and Hank moved with him to avoid hurting him, after all. “It’s not like I’ve done this before. And the theory definitely doesn’t do this justice.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Hank admitted while curving his arm around Ryan’s stomach and holding him close. “You said you’ve done this…you’ve never had sex with another werewolf?” It was just a guess, but it was the only thing that made sense to him at this point.
Ryan chuckled. “Nope,” he said cheerfully. “You know that werewolves don’t fuck cubs.”
“But you’re not…” Hank frowned in confusion. “You…wait…this is…why didn’t you tell me this was the first time the moon talked to you?”
Ryan yawned quietly. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I couldn’t think. Besides, I thought you knew.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” Hank replied, disbelief coloring his voice. “It’s not like I kept tabs on you…Why didn’t your parents keep you calm? You know that family can do that, right?”
Ryan squirmed again. “They were gone,” he explained quietly. “Drew too.” He swallowed. “Did I…do something wrong?”
Hank sighed and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “No, you didn’t,” he replied evenly. “But there is a reason why parents of young werewolves are supposed to keep an extra eye on their offspring in full moon nights. What if the moon had confused you and instead of meeting me, you’d stumbled over one of the college kids that run around here? What if you hadn’t been able to control yourself and had hurt them?”
Ryan swallowed again. “I…would have been put in front of the pack council,” he realized.
“You know what happens to those that hurt humans, right?” Hank asked. The shudder that ran through the thin body underneath his own told him that yes, Ryan knew perfectly well that werewolves who hurt humans were punished severely.
Hank sighed and ran his fingertips gently through Ryan’s hair. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re safe, you’re with me.”
“I know,” Ryan replied quietly. “I didn’t realize…I didn’t think…”
“Not your fault,” Hank quickly assured him. “The moon is overwhelming the first few times, we all know that. Your parents should’ve watched you more closely.” It was to be expected of them, he thought. A werewolf’s parents were responsible for making sure the full moon didn’t overwhelm a young adult the first time, and they had to make sure he wasn’t a danger to anyone else.
“They probably gave up every hope that this would ever happen,” Ryan snorted. “They watched me for years, and then, Drew went through this last year, and he’s four years younger than me. They probably expected Bryce to grow up before I would. I think they gave up on me.”
Hank kissed his neck gently. His limbs were heavy with satiation, and he realized that he could fall asleep any moment now.
“Maybe you should call them,” he murmured, his nose brushing against dark hair. He inhaled Ryan’s smell deeply, already reaching for the phone on the nightstand. “Tell them that I didn’t drag you here against your will, please?”
Ryan laughed softly. “I will,” he promised and took the phone. “Thanks, Hank.”
Chapter 3.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Hockey/NHL (Detroit Red Wings, Buffalo Sabres)
Current Word Count: 19,383
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: This is absolutely not true. The names of real people have been used, but this is just my imagination and done with lots of adoration and love for the guys and my mind isn’t affiliated with them anyways. The chapters are named after songs that don’t belong to me either.
Pairings: Henrik Zetterberg/Ryan Miller, Steve Yzerman/Tomas Holmstrom/Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood/Brendan Shanahan and Henrik Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk in the background
Warnings: slash, supernatural things, real people
Summary: Adulthood, mates, packs, the life of a werewolf is never boring
Author’s Notes: My neverending thank you goes to
nerfgunqueen and mer5, who checked this over for me, and especially Ginny, who held my hand while helping me getting this thing in order, including the summary. Also to chosenfire28 for the artwork, thank you so much!Chapter 1.
II. Chapter 2: Skin and Bones. Summer 2006.
Ryan woke with a start.
For a long moment, he remained motionless, apart from the rapid movements of his ribcage as he breathed heavily. His shirt was drenched in sweat and clung to him like a second skin, and the blankets had wrapped themselves tightly around his legs.
With slightly trembling fingers, he reached for the bedside lamp, but before he could switch on the light, he realized that he didn’t need it. He was able to make out the details of the bedroom from the light of the full moon that fell through the cracks in the blinds.
With a quiet growl, he freed himself from the tangled blankets and stumbled to his feet. This was ridiculous, he thought. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up in the first place, but awake he was, and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep so soon.
For a moment, he stood and listened into the night, but he couldn’t hear anything over the rush of blood in his own ears. Slowly and almost gradually, he became aware of the throb of his heartbeat in his chest. It sent his blood in waves through his entire body, and he could feel it all the way to his toes and fingertips, the tips of his ears, the roots of his hair, and his teeth.
He clenched his teeth to stop the throb and the soft whine that lurked just below the edge of his consciousness and wrapped both arms tightly around his chest. The air in the room was stifling, and again, he acted purely on instinct as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a dry t-shirt and pulled them on. The rasp of the fabric against his skin almost made his knees buckle and send him writhing on the floor, but he gritted his teeth tightly and forced his hands into stillness as they fumbled with the buttons on his pants.
On silent feet, he snuck through the house. It was quiet – too quiet, he thought with a frown as he realized that he could hear only the breathing of two people. Neither his parents nor Drew were home.
He didn’t waste time worrying about that as he grabbed his shoes – black dress shoes that didn’t really fit with the rest of his outfit, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about details like that when the walls felt like they were closing in on him – and snuck out of the house.
The moon was bright enough to see where he was going, and he broke into a slight jog, away from the house. It was quiet, and all he could hear was the snuffling of some animals and his own breathing.
He didn’t have a particular goal in mind. He just ran until the burn in his lungs and muscles overwhelmed the unfamiliar throb throughout his entire body and he felt a little more like himself again.
However, as soon as he slowed down, the throbbing came back, and Ryan hissed through clenched teeth as he forced his tired and sore muscles into action once more. He didn’t care where he was going, he just needed to move.
He ran until his aching feet wouldn’t carry him anymore and he stumbled with almost every step. When he finally realized that he wasn’t alone and the smell of the other werewolf penetrated the fog surrounding his consciousness, he was too exhausted to do much more than standing with his hands on his thighs and panting.
It took him just a few more moments to recognize the smell – every werewolf had their unique smell, after all, and they had a good memory for the smell of others. Ryan had never forgotten this one.
He lifted a trembling hand to wipe the sweat off his face. Of course, the other one had smelled him as well, he thought, plus, werewolves had good ears, especially during the time of the full moon, and he was panting loudly.
The full moon.
He almost started laughing when he finally realized what had woken him up in the first place and what was responsible for the throbbing throughout his entire body. It was the most natural thing to happen to a young werewolf. He had been told by so many people for all his life, last of them Drew a year before, when it had happened to him. When the weeks had turned into months and into years, and it had never happened to him, Ryan had worried a little, but he’d soon realized that it wasn’t important if he ever heard the moon or not. He’d stopped thinking about it, apart from the very abstract concept of what the full moon meant for other werewolves.
Those that had grown up and had heard the moon call out to them.
And now, he was one of them.
“What are you doing here?” he managed to wheeze.
“I noticed you,” came the amused reply from behind him. “I’ve followed you a bit. Good thing you always went in circles, or I would’ve lost you a few times there.”
Ryan felt the blood rush hot and prickling into his cheeks, and he shivered a little. “I never noticed you,” he admitted stiffly while still struggling for breath. “And that’s not what I meant. Why aren’t you in Detroit? I thought you wanted to go there directly from Sweden. You said so in that last email you wrote to Drew and some of the guys. When you said you wouldn’t be there for this year’s meeting.” He sucked in a shaky breath. Just because he hadn’t been an adult didn’t mean he didn’t know what was going on. He had known that Drew and Hank were both part of the network of werewolves that used the internet to keep in contact, and Drew had mentioned to him that Hank wouldn’t be around – and that he didn’t have to protect his brother from the other werewolf. Ryan had rolled his eyes at his brother’s words, but right now, he was wondering if it wouldn’t have been for the best if Drew had been with him.
“Probably for the best, that you did,” the other wolf continued as if he hadn’t heard Ryan. “Sometimes the young ones are so caught up in the moon that they blindly try to attack everyone who’s not family. But you know that.” He stepped up to Ryan, his steps light on the pavement. His fingertips brushed against the back of Ryan’s neck, and Ryan felt goose bumps break out over his entire body.
Ryan shrugged and drew in a ragged gulp of air that tasted like the other man. It filled his entire consciousness and suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything else but the other man. “Hank,” he moaned.
Hank stepped around him. His eyes twinkled playfully. “I should’ve known that you’re not that kind of guy,” he said quietly. “You’ve never been that aggressive, have you?”
Ryan straightened to his full height, but when Hank reached out and brushed calloused fingertips along his cheek and into Ryan’s sweaty hair, Ryan moaned and started to settle trembling, throbbing hands against Hank’s chest and shoulders.
“Not here,” Hank murmured. “Come on. Let’s go someplace else.” He hesitated briefly. “My room?”
He tugged slightly on Ryan’s hair, and Ryan willingly allowed himself to get pulled down, until his forehead rested against Hank’s shoulder and every breath he took smelled of the other man.
“Okay,” he whispered, almost inaudibly, but of course, Hank had werewolf hearing and understood him perfectly well.
“Come on, then,” he smiled and entwined their fingers. His touch soothed and aroused Ryan at the same time, and for a moment, he wondered if it was going to be like this for the rest of his life: the throbbing and the need to move until his body didn’t have the strength to go on anymore. He didn’t know yet how he could survive the season like this.
Hank’s fingers squeezed his. “It’ll get better,” he promised. “Easier. It’s only at the beginning that it’s this bad. The first year, tops.”
“Good to know,” Ryan muttered before sighing. “I think I need new shoes.”
“Yeah,” Hank agreed. “Probably. Let me guess, it was the first pair that fell into your hands and you were too impatient to pick another pair.”
Ryan blushed again and ducked his head sheepishly, and Hank laughed affectionately. The sound went straight through Ryan’s entire body, pooled warmly in his stomach and then moved down, to his cock.
Hank probably smelled his sudden and sharp arousal, or he noticed that Ryan walked even more gingerly than he’d done before, because he squeezed his fingers gently and picked up the pace slightly. He tugged impatiently on Ryan’s hand and urged him to hurry wordlessly.
Luckily, it wasn’t far. Ryan blushed an even darker shade of red when he realized that Hank had been right. He had been running in circles; and he hadn’t even realized. He had been too preoccupied with his urge to outrun his nature.
He also hadn’t noticed the faint traces of the smell of other werewolves that hung in the air, he thought. When he concentrated, he could recognize Drew’s smell, and, a few steps further down the street, that of their parents, but he didn’t stop to marvel about the fact that his senses were that much keener than they had been before. Before this night, he’d only been able to differ between smells when the people were in the same room with him or had left only recently. He’d never been able to tell them apart while being outside.
Hank was still there, and Ryan’s awareness of the other man’s presence rose with every step they took, until his entire mind was filled with sharp anticipation and they reached Hank’s hotel room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Ryan turned; just in time to get slammed against it. Hank’s hands burned his chest through the material of his shirt, and his lips were hot and dry and insistent on Ryan’s.
Ryan groaned as he submitted to the kiss. He welcomed the tongue that slipped past his lips and curled his own tongue around it hungrily while his hands moved to wrap in tight fists in Hank’s shirt. He was acutely aware of the path down his body that Hank’s hands took, tracing his pecs and stomach until finally settling on his hips and pulling them close to Hank. Hank chuckled roughly and rubbed his nose playfully against Ryan’s cheek, pulling his attention away from where their groins almost touched.
“You need a shower. You reek,” he murmured.
Ryan blushed, but he forced himself to look up, into Hank’s deep brown eyes. His tongue flickered out, to moisten suddenly dry lips.
Hank swallowed reflexively at the sight.
“You gonna join me?” Ryan asked. It was meant to sound seductive and as a little bit of a challenge, but his voice cracked slightly halfway through the sentence, and suddenly, it only sounded a little insecure.
Hank chuckled again and pressed his lips to Ryan’s cheek again. His beard tickled slightly as he moved, and when he finally replied, his breath rushed against Ryan’s over sensitized skin and almost made him come in his pants.
“For sure,” Hank breathed, “I’ll even blow you under the shower. If you want.”
Ryan moaned roughly and crashed their lips together again. He allowed Hank to pull him away from the door and steer him toward the bathroom, his hands impatiently pulling at Hank’s shirt while they moved. The need to touch more of Hank’s skin almost drove him insane, and he fumbled with the small buttons while constantly growling.
Finally, Hank laughed. “Here, let me,” he said and gave Ryan a quick peck on the lips before tugging his own shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground next to them. “Now yours.”
Ryan didn’t hesitate. He stripped off his sweaty shirt and stopped for a moment. “Shoes,” he murmured with a frown, while cursing himself for blushing like a virgin on a wedding night at every turn of events, before sinking to his knees in front of Hank and undoing the laces of both their shoes.
“Damn,” Hank breathed. He reached down to let his fingers tangle in Ryan’s hair again.
Ryan knelt up and rubbed his cheek against Hank’s stomach gently. “You know,” he pointed out breathlessly, “I don’t really like it if people pull on my hair like this.”
“People?” Hank asked, but his grip loosened and his hand smoothed down the thick strands of Ryan’s hair, and settled against his neck. “That better?”
Ryan nodded and kissed Hank’s stomach. The hand on the back of his neck radiated heat and provided a comfortable weight that reminded him of Hank’s presence, and Hank’s grip tightened slightly as he sucked in a sharp, startled breath.
Ryan watched the muscles in his stomach twitch. He looked up, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish here!”
“Don’t you dare!” Hank threatened playfully. Ryan just laughed, filed the information away for later, and concentrated on the task of getting Hank out of his socks and pants.
“Come on, up,” Hank urged with a tap of his fingers against Ryan’s shoulder after a moment. Ryan rose, and Hank kissed him deeply while pushing his jeans and underwear off his slim hips. His hand closed around Ryan’s dick almost immediately.
Ryan’s hips snapped forwards into an almost painful looking arch. His fingers clawed at Hank’s shoulders as he was overwhelmed by the tingling of his nerve endings.
“Shower,” Hank reminded him again. Ryan’s smell was quickly overwhelming him, and he was struggling for the last shreds of his control. It was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of it, and it made him fear that he would be doing something they both would regret in the morning.
Ryan nodded. His eyes were bright, and when Hank grabbed his hand once again, to pull him into the bathroom, he followed willingly and without as much as the hint of protest. It made Hank’s heartbeat quicken with excitement.
He didn’t hesitate, pushing Ryan into the tub and turn on the water. Ryan squawked undignified when the cold water cascaded down on him and took a step back, to escape it. Hank murmured an apology and adjusted the temperature until it was almost too hot for him to stand, but Ryan seemed comfortable. Hank pressed his body, slick and wet, against him, to feel him move against him while they kissed again.
“I have to ask,” he murmured against Ryan’s lips. Droplets of water ran down his face and clung to his lashes and beard, and he shook his head slightly to get them off. “Have you ever…you know. Done this.”
Ryan snorted amusedly. “I’ve been to college, you know,” he pointed out. “I know what I’m doing here. Do you?”
“Yeah,” Hank nodded and kissed the droplet of water off the tip of Ryan’s nose. “You’re definitely not the only one around here who has some experience.”
He didn’t wait for a reply as he ran his hands along Ryan’s sides, until they settled on his hips again, and pulled the other man close, until their erections brushed against each other, leaving both of them breathless. Ryan let his head fall back, and Hank took the opportunity to lick a broad stripe up his throat and press a kiss to the underside of his chin.
Hank slid down Ryan’s body until he was on his knees in front of him. His hands remained on Ryan’s hips, and he used his grip to guide him closer. The water hit his face, and he closed his eyes, letting his sense of smell and his hearing guide him as he took Ryan’s cock deep into his mouth and started sucking sloppily.
It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given in his life; and it also wasn’t the best Ryan ever had, but his whole body was thrumming and throbbing and the briefest touch sent an almost intense shock of arousal through his nerve endings. All he could do was hang on for the ride and cling to Hank’s shoulders while Hank’s strong hands controlled the twitches and thrusts of his hips for him.
Ryan, Hank quickly realized, was quiet. Apart from whimpering softly, he made almost no sounds, the only exception being the hissed, “Hank…” that warned him that Ryan was rapidly approaching orgasm. It only made him tighten his grip on Ryan’s hips and suck harder.
Ryan’s body strained against Hank’s control as he came, and his panting suddenly was suddenly very loud in the quiet bathroom, even if it was, Hank thought, still soft and almost drowned out by the sound of droplets of water hitting tiles.
He leaned his forehead against Ryan’s hip and waited for him to regain some of his composure. Only belatedly, he spat out and licked water off Ryan’s flat stomach, to dilute the intense taste in his mouth slightly. His own cock was hard and heavy in between his legs, pulsing slightly, and for a second, he played with the thought of getting up, pressing Ryan down with a hand on his neck – he was sure that Ryan wouldn’t fight him – and getting the favor returned, but he quickly and resolutely pushed that urge away.
He wanted something different.
Something more.
Slowly, he struggled to his feet and wrapped both arms protectively around Ryan. “You okay?” he murmured into slick, wet hair.
Hank had no idea where this feeling of protectiveness was suddenly coming from. He’d never felt like this before, he thought, a sense of wonder filling him. The closest he’d come to this had been when Pavel had been checked into the boards and had limped off the ice with a grimace on his pale face.
Ryan interrupted his thoughts with a soft nod. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “What about you?” he then added, his hand moving already to wrap around Hank’s straining cock.
Hank’s fingers closed around his wrist and squeezed slightly. “If you touch me now, I’m not sure I can hold on for long,” he warned, his voice getting rough with arousal and the attempt to control it. “And I’d really like to come in you…if that’s okay for you.”
Ryan stilled. Hank could see him swallow nervously, could hear the sound of his throat working, could smell his sudden nervousness, and he was almost ready to retract his words and take them back when Ryan finally opened his mouth and said, “It’s been a while.”
For a second, Hank couldn’t believe that he’d really heard those words. They were not an outright denial, he thought, randomly worrying that he’d somehow managed to misinterpret Ryan. But the look in Ryan’s eyes quickly convinced him that he’d understood the other man’s intentions loud and clear, and, most important of all, correctly.
He took a deep breath and casually reached for the shampoo.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Oh, wait. Turn around first. Yeah, like that.”
Ryan’s back was toward him now, and Hank encouraged him with a gentle touch to let his head fall back.
Ryan laughed. “I thought you wanted to fuck,” he teased while Hank worked the shampoo into the long strands of his hair.
“I do,” Hank replied. “Rinse.”
He didn’t wait for Ryan to obey his words as he already reached for the soap and started to wash him quickly. His hands ran over Ryan’s entire body, spreading the soap. By the time Ryan was completely clean, he also was more than half-hard again, and Hank had to fight for his control again and breathe shallowly through his mouth to stop his own arousal from overwhelming him completely. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of Ryan’s wet, slippery body writhing against him, he still wanted something else. And he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to control himself if Ryan had smelled so strongly.
There was something about Ryan’s smell that drove him insane, while at the same time, told him to be careful and go slow, but he didn’t know what it was.
For a second, he played with the thought of calling Homer and asking him, but it was full moon, and the older werewolf probably was busy himself and would only growl at Hank – if he answered his phone at all.
It didn’t matter right now anyways, he decided as he shut off the water and toweled both of them roughly dry. He couldn’t stop anymore, even if he tried, and he didn’t really want to stop, if he was honest with himself. Not even a bucket with icy water would be enough to dampen his arousal now.
He guided Ryan to the bed and pushed him down onto the tangled sheets before crawling after him and kissing and biting at his lips. Ryan’s hands scrabbled at his back and pulled him down, on top of him, while his own body arched off the mattress, seeking the contact to Hank’s skin.
Hank shivered, and a single drop of sweat ran down his spine. He bit playfully at Ryan’s collarbone and sat up.
Lube. They needed lube. If they wanted to do this properly, they needed it.
He knew that his control was not good enough to attempt doing this with just spit and a prayer while not injuring Ryan in the process. For some reason, the thought horrified him and made him keep his composure enough to remember where he’d put the lube.
“Turn over,” he rasped and bit at Ryan’s stomach. “On your stomach.”
Again, he didn’t wait for Ryan to follow his order as he stood and retrieved the bottle of lube from his bag. His instincts told him that Ryan would do what he had been told, and if there was one thing a werewolf could trust, it was his instincts.
When he turned to face the bed again, he still was surprised. He couldn’t hold back the rough moan at the sight before him, and he didn’t even try. Ryan had pushed one of the pillows under his hips and had his legs spread slightly, rising his ass invitingly into the air. His arms were folded under his cheek, and Hank could see his chest move slightly with every raspy breath he was taking.
He chuckled as he climbed back on the bed and licked a broad stripe over Ryan’s shoulder blade. “You have no idea how good you’re looking right now,” he murmured and brushed his fingertips gently along the clearly pronounced ribs. “All spread out for me…”
“I don’t know,” Ryan replied and arched his spine toward Hank’s mouth. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Hank chuckled and stretched out over Ryan for a moment, to rub his groin against his ass. “I have a better idea,” he murmured, his mouth close to Ryan’s ear. “Why don’t I show you?”
His tongue sneaked out to curl playfully along the rim of Ryan’s ear, and the broken moan set his blood on fire. For a second, he struggled against the almost overwhelming need to take Ryan’s neck in between his teeth and simply push down, into the pliant body underneath him, but he bit his tongue until the coppery taste of his own blood filled his mouth and his consciousness and he was able to pull back slightly.
His cock had left wet traces on Ryan’s ass, and Hank rubbed the fluid into his skin for a moment while opening the lube with the trembling fingers of his other hand.
“Relax,” he whispered. “You’re doing great.”
Slowly, he worked one, then two and three slick fingers into Ryan, his attention split between watching his fingers disappear in his body, stretching him and preparing him, and listening to any signs of discomfort from the man underneath him. However, he didn’t detect anything that made him consider stopping his ministrations.
Finally, he deemed Ryan ready and removed his fingers. Slicking up his cock, he bent down and kissed Ryan’s shoulder again. “Okay?”
Ryan grunted wordlessly and lifted his hips in invitation. He was flushed, his hands clenched tight in the blankets underneath him, but Hank still took a deep breath as he slowly pushed his cock into the stretched and relaxed opening to Ryan’s body.
He knew that he wouldn’t be able to last very long, but he still forced himself to move very slowly. He licked and sucked at Ryan’s back as he enjoyed the feeling of Ryan’s ass clenching tightly around his dick, almost forcing him into moving faster, but he still resisted the temptation.
Finally, Ryan moaned, a broken, breathless sound that made goose bumps break out all over Hank’s back and made his dick swell even more.
Hank growled deep in his throat. He had suspected that this would happen, but he’d never experienced the swelling of the bulbous glands around the head of his dick while he was in someone. It only happened during the full moon, he knew, and it didn’t happen to everyone, only when the arousal was high and sharp enough. He could only guess what Ryan was feeling, stretched so widely around Hank.
His hips flexed gently. “You okay, Ry?” he panted.
“Yeah. Don’t st…stop, please,” Ryan groaned and twisted his head to the side, offering his mouth for a sloppy kiss.
Hank stretched to reach his lips. It brought another moan to Ryan’s lips as Hank’s cock moved in him, pulling out slightly, but Hank knew that was almost impossible to separate them right now. They had to wait for Hank’s arousal to let up and the blood to leave his engorged dick before he could pull out without risking harm to Ryan.
It didn’t mean that he couldn’t rock slightly, pushing himself subtly deeper into Ryan, rubbing against his prostate with every shallow thrust, and if Ryan’s behavior was any indicator, he wasn’t complaining about the stimulation.
He was impatiently pushing back against Hank, trying to make him speed up his thrusts, and whining quietly at the back of his throat.
It almost made Hank go crazy with lust.
He bit at Ryan’s shoulder again, sucking blood to the surface of the skin, and wormed his hand underneath Ryan’s body, to wrap it around his erection. His palm rasped against the smooth skin in a rhythm that his hips soon picked up.
The moon called to both of them, magnifying the arousal that coursed through their werewolf blood to feverish heights. Hank’s arms started to shake as he got closer to orgasm, and he growled quietly while thrusting almost violently into Ryan’s body.
Ryan’s back arched as he pushed back, and he whimpered quietly. It was what finally sent Hank over the edge, and he tossed his head back and clenched his teeth to stop the howl from escaping. Hissing through his teeth, he felt his hips twitch and stutter as warmth curled deep in his stomach and spread through his entire body.
“Ry?” he murmured after a long moment.
Ryan grunted and turned his head to the side. His head was wet, but Hank couldn’t say if it was from sweat or from the shower they’d taken earlier. He didn’t care as he let his forehead rest in between Ryan’s shoulder blades, waiting for his heart rate and breathing to return to normalcy.
“You need a hand?”
Ryan shook his head. “No,” he admitted and folded his arms under his head. “’m good. Very good, to be honest with you.” He blushed slightly. “That was…”
He didn’t find the words to finish the sentence. Instead, he shrugged and gave Hank an exhausted half-smile.
Hank’s hand smoothed down his side. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It was.”
He licked the warm skin underneath his mouth briefly. Their legs tangled, and he felt Ryan’s chuckle as much as he heard it.
“Definitely not what I expected,” he murmured.
“No? What did you expect?” Hank murmured back.
“I don’t know,” Ryan admitted and shifted slightly. Their bodies were still stuck together, and Hank moved with him to avoid hurting him, after all. “It’s not like I’ve done this before. And the theory definitely doesn’t do this justice.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Hank admitted while curving his arm around Ryan’s stomach and holding him close. “You said you’ve done this…you’ve never had sex with another werewolf?” It was just a guess, but it was the only thing that made sense to him at this point.
Ryan chuckled. “Nope,” he said cheerfully. “You know that werewolves don’t fuck cubs.”
“But you’re not…” Hank frowned in confusion. “You…wait…this is…why didn’t you tell me this was the first time the moon talked to you?”
Ryan yawned quietly. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I couldn’t think. Besides, I thought you knew.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” Hank replied, disbelief coloring his voice. “It’s not like I kept tabs on you…Why didn’t your parents keep you calm? You know that family can do that, right?”
Ryan squirmed again. “They were gone,” he explained quietly. “Drew too.” He swallowed. “Did I…do something wrong?”
Hank sighed and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “No, you didn’t,” he replied evenly. “But there is a reason why parents of young werewolves are supposed to keep an extra eye on their offspring in full moon nights. What if the moon had confused you and instead of meeting me, you’d stumbled over one of the college kids that run around here? What if you hadn’t been able to control yourself and had hurt them?”
Ryan swallowed again. “I…would have been put in front of the pack council,” he realized.
“You know what happens to those that hurt humans, right?” Hank asked. The shudder that ran through the thin body underneath his own told him that yes, Ryan knew perfectly well that werewolves who hurt humans were punished severely.
Hank sighed and ran his fingertips gently through Ryan’s hair. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re safe, you’re with me.”
“I know,” Ryan replied quietly. “I didn’t realize…I didn’t think…”
“Not your fault,” Hank quickly assured him. “The moon is overwhelming the first few times, we all know that. Your parents should’ve watched you more closely.” It was to be expected of them, he thought. A werewolf’s parents were responsible for making sure the full moon didn’t overwhelm a young adult the first time, and they had to make sure he wasn’t a danger to anyone else.
“They probably gave up every hope that this would ever happen,” Ryan snorted. “They watched me for years, and then, Drew went through this last year, and he’s four years younger than me. They probably expected Bryce to grow up before I would. I think they gave up on me.”
Hank kissed his neck gently. His limbs were heavy with satiation, and he realized that he could fall asleep any moment now.
“Maybe you should call them,” he murmured, his nose brushing against dark hair. He inhaled Ryan’s smell deeply, already reaching for the phone on the nightstand. “Tell them that I didn’t drag you here against your will, please?”
Ryan laughed softly. “I will,” he promised and took the phone. “Thanks, Hank.”
Chapter 3.