Happy Story Orgy™ Monday!
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Good Monday morning, Orgiasts! Welcome to
another week. Let's hope this one plays nice, eh?
So my lovelies...I'm taking a break from Pip and
Dwight. Why? Because trying to fit them in with the prompts once a week is
making me start to babble their story...I don't want that. I don't want a story
that is so important to me to become a run-on huh??? scene after scene...you know? I'm going to plot out where
they need to go and get them there, hopefully I can work in said prompts and
they can rejoin us on Mondays...it all just depends. They've become too
important for me to just leave to chance, though. :)
So for now...well—back in October of 2012 I did
a very short shifter prompt story called There Were Signs...Dorian found out
that his best friend Wolfe...well Wolfe was a wolf (oh yes, the fun I had with
that! lol) and we left those two with Dorian falling asleep on the couch while
Wolfe's wolf stared at him from outside...they had just copulated their
relationship.
When I read this week's prompt it made me think
of that scene and yeah, I went with it...will it become part of the book? No
idea...but isn't it fun bringing back old friends? You know I do like the fun!
:)
This week's prompt: He regretted sleeping on the couch…
And now
for your reading pleasure…
There Were Signs
pt. 5 (cont'd from 2012)
copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows
Morning
came too early, and way too bright. Dorian stretched on the leather couch and
wondered where the fuck he was. Looking around at the windowed wall, skewed
coffee table and sliding glass door that was open at the moment, it didn't take
him long to realize he was lying on his best friend Wolfe's couch.
Why
had he slept on his best friend's couch in the back room of his house? There
was a spare bedroom that he utilized whenever he stayed the night. Scenes of
the night before flooded his mind like a teaser of a very erotic paranormal
movie trailer and he jumped off the couch in shock.
Fuck!
He
slept with his best friend, Wolfe.
Fuck!
His
best friend Wolfe was a wolf.
Fuck!
He
was naked and it was damn cold.
He
twisted around to grab the afghan that had kept him warm throughout the night
and his back creaked with protest. Well damn, that could make a twenty-three year
old feel past his prime. After wrapping himself up in the homemade blanket he
turned around, wondering why the aches and pains when he knew damn well that
Wolfe owned top notch furniture, especially in this back room which was his
favorite room in the house.
Sure
enough, half the leather couch was ripped up with long jagged tears in it.
Claws, Dorian remembered now. Wolfe hadn't taken too well to Dor spurning his
wolf's advances in the bedroom and took out a lot of frustration on this poor innocent
sofa.
What
was once cushy and comfy now looked lopsided and flat. He suddenly regretted
sleeping on the couch when just two rooms down was a still nice and bouncy bed
he could've rested in...of course that was the scene of an almost forced
joining between the werewolf and himself.
Yep,
back adjusting couch won for a reason. Well that plus the fact that his sore
ass was worn out after Wolfe tore it up.
Dorian
smiled, that part was fun.
A
noise from outside invaded Dor's reminiscing of the night before and he looked
out the window. Across the field that acted as Wolfe's backyard came the man of
the hour. He walked through the tall grass completely naked and obviously not
ashamed considering he didn't even attempt to cover himself up.
It
wasn't like anyone would be spying on him, anyway, considering he owned both
sides of the duplex and there weren't any other residences around.
Which
would completely explain why he purchased the duplex so far off the beaten
path, Dorian slapped his forehead when the connection finally hit. All this
time he used to bitch and moan to Wolfe about the commute to his house and why
couldn't he move closer to the college.
Surprise.
As
if he could feel Dorian's attention on him, his head snapped around and their
gazes met. Wolfe smiled wide at Dor...Dor wiggled his fingers in a wave before hauling
ass out of the room.
He
kept telling himself he wasn't running away from Wolfe so much as he was
running toward clothes. He faced the big bad Wolfe last night with just a
comforter wrapped around him. He really didn't want to face him with only the
afghan, been there and done that kind of thing?
Crap,
what was he going to do? He loved Wolfe the man. Wolfe the man liked him. He
was scared to death of Wolfe the wolf.
Eyeing
the shredded jeans on the floor he realized that Wolfe the wolf really liked
him.
He
grabbed a whole pair of jeans and yanked them up his legs, slowing down just
enough to zip them up over his goodies, then he quickly pulled an old Zeppelin
tee on.
While
he finger combed his hair, his gaze strayed back to the denim on the floor that
once were his favorite pair of jeans.
He
jumped a couple feet in the air when someone knocked softly on the bedroom
door.
Wolfe.
Fuck!
This
could be the start of a very bad week for Dorian.
To be
cont'd...
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