15. Oops

15

OOPS

Wren's heart stopped. "M-me?"

Fang's grin was wry. "Do you see anyone in here aside from you?"

"You?"

"I can't kiss myself, you know."

Wren's face burned. "Why would you want to kiss me?"

The second he said that, he could've kicked himself. But Fang only huffed, amused. "Because I just made you come a lot."

"Do you kiss everyone you fuck?" Wren winced and covered his mouth. "Sorry, it's none of my business."

Except Fang hesitated. "No, I don't kiss everyone. But I've never gone into rut with anyone before, either. And you..."

He dragged his thumb across Wren's lower lip, his callouses catching on Wren's skin. Fang's gaze darkened.

"I've been wanting to kiss you," Fang whispered.

Wren stopped breathing. "I'm just me—"

Fang raised an eyebrow. "You, who helped me hold off the bad guys, changed the car's paint job, and turned us all invisible?"

"It took a lot out of me," Wren admitted.

"But you still did all of that. By yourself."

"I used your blood—"

Fang huffed, fondness glimmering in his eyes. "Birdie."

He closed the distance between them. Their noses bumped. Fang didn't let that stop him; he nuzzled Wren and tilted his head to press their mouths together, his lips soft and warm. Fang began kissing Wren in a way that melted his insides, his mouth a slow, decadent rush of friction. All Wren could do was hold on and try to imitate what Fang did, because it felt amazing.

It felt like he was the only person in the world that Fang wanted; it felt like he was good enough.

Fang rumbled in approval. He cradled Wren's head and flicked his tongue against the seam of Wren's lips, pushing in. Wren made a choked sound; their tongues were touching. Fang was inside his mouth, learning and claiming him, and his heart was about to burst.

"You taste good," Fang whispered.

"I taste like..." Wren couldn't even remember what he'd eaten before this.

Fang grinned. "You taste like you. That's enough."

He kissed Wren until Wren didn't know which way was up. The bed bumped against Wren's back, and suddenly Fang was on top of him, licking deep into his mouth.

"Mine," Fang whispered.

Wren's chest tightened. "Really? You want me?"

"Yes." Fang nuzzled Wren's cheek; he sniffed down Wren's jaw and buried his face in Wren's neck, just breathing him in.

Carefully, Wren allowed himself to feel the first tendrils of hope.

The pressure in his body began to fade. Fang's knot went down. Wren had only just begun to miss it, when he felt fluid flowing out of him. In fact, there was a lot of fluid. Enough to form a puddle around his ass.

Shouldn't that be in the condom?

"Why am I wet?" Wren asked awkwardly.

Fang blinked. He sat up and pulled out—and froze.

Before this, Wren had never seen a condom being used in person, but even he knew that it shouldn't look like a deflated balloon around Fang's cock.

An empty, deflated balloon with a rip down the side, pearly cum dripping out of it.

"Fuck," Fang said, his gaze snapping up to Wren's.

Wren stared. "H-how much, um, how much cum should there be?"

Fang clenched his fist, gesturing at it as if to say, My cum is the same volume as my fist.

Wren gaped. Then he scrambled to sit up, looking between his legs.

His pale blue sheets were covered in a lake of cum. It was still leaking out of him. Fang looked equal parts horrified and guilty, and also... something else.

"I'll—I'll help you deal with this," Fang said roughly. "However you choose."

"I... Okay."

"How are you feeling?"

"Stunned, I guess. I don't know." It wasn't sinking in. Fang's cum inside him, with nothing between them—that was insanely hot.

Fang touched Wren's face carefully. "Whatever happens, whatever you decide, I'm here for you. All right?"

Wren nodded. Fang climbed off the bed, going to the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and no ripped condom, moving Wren to a clean part of his bed.

"Can you wash sheets with that much cum on them?" Wren blurted. "Is it going to clog your pipes?"

Fang snorted. "Possibly. I was thinking... Well, you don't have to. But I have guest rooms at my house. If you need shelter in Cartfalls."

Wren gulped. "That's moving too fast, isn't it?"

"Maybe." Fang glanced at Wren's belly. "I just wanted you to know that you have options available. I want you to know that I can provide safety and a roof over your head, if you need them."

Wren didn't know what to say. He shivered as Fang wiped down his chest, then between his legs.

"Where are your clean sheets?" Fang asked.

Wren winced and plucked at the sheets on the bed. "Um, these are my only sheets?"

Fang raised an eyebrow. "What do you use when you wash them?"

"I take them to the laundromat. There's dryers there, too, so they come home clean." Wren peeked sheepishly at him. "It wasn't a priority to have multiple sheets."

Fang sighed. "You don't get cum on your sheets?"

"Not this much! Mostly they just... look like yogurt stains after I scrub them off." Wren cringed harder. Why would Fang want to kiss someone like him, seriously? He kept putting his foot in his mouth.

Fang huffed and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a fresh washcloth, wiping down Wren's neck and arms. But he didn't stop there; he cleaned the sweat off Wren's body, then rummaged in the closet until he found a bath towel. "Here. We'll just spread this over the wet spot and sleep on top of it."

"We won't break the bed?" Wren glanced at the pieces of Quinlan's bed on the other side of the room.

Fang snorted. "If your bed hasn't broken after what we just did, I think we'll be fine."

"But Quin's—"

"Griff is a dragon, isn't he? Think he might've shifted on that bed?"

Wren chewed his lip. "Actually... that would make sense. You're not a dra—Wait. You said you'd let me touch your wolf!"

"So, we're not talking about the condom yet?"

"Nope! That's—That's for tomorrow," Wren blurted. He didn't want to make important life decisions right now.

Fang smiled and laid the fresh towel on the bed. Between one second and the next, he'd shifted into a large grey wolf, with sharp teeth and huge paws, and a fluffy, swishing tail.

Wren couldn't help his coo of delight. When Fang leaped onto the bed in a single graceful arc, Wren shuffled closer, carefully touching Fang's soft fur with his fingertips.

Fang pushed into his hand and nuzzled Wren's face, hot wolf breath puffing onto him.

Wren's heart melted. "You're so snuggly as a wolf."

The wolf narrowed his eyes. But he tucked his nose under Wren's ear, sniffing. More bravely, Wren slid his fingers through Fang's fur, scratching the top of his head and down his back. The bolder his touch grew, the more Fang shivered and pressed closer, bowling Wren onto the bed.

Fang laid halfway on top of him and rumbled low in his throat.

"You're not claiming me, are you?"

Fang gave a wolfish grin, licking Wren's face.

"I'm not sure how I feel about wolf spit on my nose," Wren said.

The wolf gave him a dry look. Wren wasn't sure how, but over the past two days, he'd learned to read Fang's expressions. And now he could read Fang in his wolf form, too.

They lay in bed together until Wren began to doze off. Fang shoved his nose into Wren's armpit and snuffled.

"Hey," Wren mumbled sleepily. "It tickles."

Fang shoved him harder, then pushed him from the other side, until Wren almost fell off the bed.

"Hey," Wren whined.

Fang jerked his chin at the door.

"You want me to go somewhere?"

The wolf nodded.

Wren grumbled, but he shuffled off the bed toward the door.

Fang nudged him over to the bathroom and reared up on his hind legs, using his teeth to gently pluck Wren's toothbrush out of its cup.

"You—You shoved me out of bed to make me brush my teeth," Wren said incredulously.

Fang raised his eyebrows—his eyebrows!—in a way that said, Yes? Go on, brush your teeth.

"But you also have to brush your teeth," Wren blurted. Then he felt weird, because Fang was older than him, more powerful, and... he was exchanging favors with Wren to see him naked.

Fang grinned, his tongue lolling out.

"I don't know if I can take you seriously as a wolf," Wren said. "You're so goofy like that."

The wolf sank his teeth lightly into Wren's ass. Wren yelped, jerking away.

He brushed his teeth. Fang nudged him back into the bedroom, then disappeared into the bathroom by himself.

Wren stared at the door. "That's unfair," he said.

He waited until Fang was probably human-shaped and in the middle of brushing, before pouncing on the doorknob and flinging the door open.

The grey wolf wagged his tail and grinned, toothbrush between his teeth.

Wren stared. And began giggling uncontrollably. "This is the funniest thing I've ever seen," he gasped. Then he shut the door and left Fang alone, checking on Steffie and making sure all the wards were in place. He returned to his bed and collapsed with a sigh.

When the wolf returned, his breath smelled like mint.

"You cheated," Wren said. "You became a human to brush your teeth, and then you changed back!"

Fang huffed and hopped onto the bed next to Wren, nudging Wren this way and that until he could curl up against Wren's back.

"I'm going to let it slide," Wren said when Fang wrapped one heavy paw around him and buried his nose in Wren's neck.

Ripped condom aside, tonight had been an incredible night. Fang was a blanket of warmth around Wren, full of safety and acceptance.

Tomorrow... Well, tomorrow Wren would think more about whatever was going on in his belly.

Fang had offered to help, after all.