"God," James moaned as Danny sucked a monstrous hickey into his neck."This is getting ridiculous," he gasped. Anyone else would probably have gotten offended and stormed off, but Danny just lazily rolled his hips against James' for the friction while James worked his hand into the back of Danny's sweatpants. Danny had a nice ass. James liked it.
"Totally," Danny replied, tugging at James' shirt as he went in for a series of quick kisses. "What is this? Four?"
"Yeah," James answered, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it behind him. "This can't be just a teenager thing," he said. Danny chuckled, sliding his legs down from James' hips so he could get at his boyfriend's chest.
"Or a werewolf thing," he added, before dragging his tongue around a nipple and grinning at the shudder and muffled grunt that it provoked.
He'd been warned about how werewolves had increased stamina. Still, he hadn't thought it would be nearly this bad. None of the other wolves seemed to be this…active.
"God, I just want you all the time," James groaned, scratching lightly at Danny's back. The Hawaiian boy's huff of laughter raised goosebumps where it hit.
"I can tell," he replied smartly before rubbing his face over James' stomach.
"Hey!" snapped a voice from the door of the storage room. They both jumped, losing their balance. James fell on his ass, cursing, and Danny managed to brace himself against the wall as they looked towards the door. Ophelia marched in, hands on hips and not caring one little bit about their half-clothed state. "Really?" she snapped as James snatched up his shirt. "Come on, guys - we keep food in here. That's just unsanitary. You've got rooms for a reason, you know," she went on.
LOL! Poor horny guys!
They laid there for a while, basking, and Danny sighed happily as he rubbed his face against James' sweaty shoulder.
"You know," he started, smirking a little. "At some point, we're probably going to have to talk about the fact that we ended up having sex in Jackson's bed," he said, smirk growing slightly as James went still in his arms. "Again," he added amusedly.
"Shit," James muttered, lifting his head and looking around before dropping his head back and groaning. "That's like the third time this week."
LOL! Poor Jackson!
OMG! Reacher is a chef! How Awesome!
And Go Stiles! Mr. Lahey is full of shit and not to be trusted and Stiles does NOT tolerate bullshit!
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