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Monday, August 25, 2014

Story Orgy Monday...There Were Signs (cont'd pt. 5)

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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1 comment:

  1. Oooo, I'm so glad you got back to Dorian and Wolfe! Can't wait to see what Wolfe has to say the morning after. And what an image of him striding naked across a field! Woof!!

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