Draven stood and shoved his erection back into his jeans before he zipped them up, leaving the button undone. One bout of oral sex was enough. Even though he got to come, it only made his mating urge increase. Hand-jobs and blowjobs wouldn’t give him any kind of relief until he’d made Wyatt his.
“TV and beer it is,” he said. “I’m not pushing my luck.”
Wyatt nodded. “All right, but tomorrow one of us will have to make the trip to Gravenhurst and pick up condoms and lube.” He leaned in and brushed his lips across Draven’s. “Then I want to put them to use.”
Draven nodded, even though he knew he’d have to think of another excuse to not fully make love to Wyatt. But right now he wanted to enjoy the rest of the night just holding his would-be mate. He picked up the beers and handed one to Wyatt before he put his arm around the other man’s shoulders and maneuvered him so he sat on the couch beside him. Holding Wyatt while he sat with his back against his chest, Draven grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. He hoped to have many more nights like this with Wyatt.
Wyatt followed Draven up the stairs to the next level. It was late. His clothes had long since come out of the dryer, but he still was only in his underwear. Mostly because he liked snuggling skin to skin with Draven. The other man hadn’t donned his t-shirt again, and hadn’t said a word about Wyatt getting dressed either.
Once they reached the top of the steps, Draven brought them to a stop and turned to face Wyatt. “So what will it be? Are you going to sleep in my bed, or do you want one of the guestrooms?”
Wyatt didn’t like his answer any more than he guessed Draven would. But if he wanted to spend the rest of his holiday with him, Wyatt knew it was best to be upfront with Draven.
He cleared his throat. “Ah, I think it would be better if I took the guestroom. For both of us, actually.”
“And why is that?”
“I tend to do…things…in my sleep.”
“What things?”
“It’s sort of along the lines of sleep walking, but I’m not walking. My last boyfriend called it sleep fucking.”
Draven’s lips twitched as if he held back a laugh. “So what you’re telling me is you fuck while you’re off in dreamland?”
Wyatt ran a hand through his hair. “I know you think I’m feeding you a line of bullshit, but I’m not. I don’t do it all the time, just once in a while. I’ve been told I mostly do a lot of groping, but there have been a few instances where I’ve come awake while in the middle of sex. Supposedly I had initiated and have no recollection of it.”
This time Draven’s lips didn’t just twitch. A wide smile broke across his face before he bellowed with laughter. It took some seconds until he managed to calm himself enough to speak. “Oh, Wyatt, that’s hilarious. Sleep fucking.”
“It’s not that funny. Hey, you were the one who wanted us to stop at oral sex. I figured if we sleep apart I can avoid doing something you aren’t prepared for.”
Draven caught Wyatt by the back of the neck and pulled him closer before he claimed his lips. They were both noticeably breathing harder when Draven released his mouth and placed his forehead against his. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but you have to admit it is kind of funny.” Draven let go of Wyatt’s neck and took a step back. “You can have your pick of the guestrooms. But don’t expect to sleep there for the rest of your holidays. I want you in my bed.”
Wyatt nodded, still having a hard time getting his brain to function properly after the searing kiss he’d just shared with Draven. “I won’t.”
The other man turned and led Wyatt farther down the short hallway. He stopped at an open door and turned on the light. “This is the first guestroom. The other one is just across from it, and my bedroom is at the very end of the hall.”
Wyatt looked inside the room before he said, “This one is fine.”
“Then I’ll say good night.” Draven gave him another quick, hard kiss, then slowly backed down the hall. “And Wyatt, no sleep masturbating.”
Wyatt flipped the other man off. “Smart ass.”
Draven’s laughter followed him as he turned and walked toward his bedroom. Wyatt strode into the guestroom. He didn’t bother shutting the door. He crossed the room, his feet seeming to sink into the plush dark-blue carpet under them. The king-sized bed was already made up with sheets and a comforter that matched the color of the walls, which were a lighter shade than the carpeting.
Wyatt changed direction and headed toward the en suite bathroom. After he used the toilet and washed his hands, he went back to the main room and switched off the light. The high bed was calling. He pulled down the covers and climbed in. He wished Draven lay next to him, but as he told the other man, Wyatt didn’t trust himself not to do something in his sleep if he wasn’t alone.
He rolled onto his side and punched the pillow into the shape he wanted. Wyatt couldn’t believe his good luck in meeting Draven. The other man was everything he looked for in a boyfriend, not that he thought Draven was that quite yet. Although there was a possibility of it after his holidays were over, if they hit it off. Some guys weren’t into the relationship thing and liked to just have their fun, but Wyatt had a feeling Draven wasn’t like that. For one thing, Draven was up here alone. With his looks, he assuredly had no problem picking up men.
Feeling sleep slowly overtaking him, Wyatt smiled in the darkness as he remembered what it was like to be held in Draven’s arms, and making him come. His two-week vacation up north in Muskoka had definitely taken a turn for the better.
Chapter Four
Draven rolled over in bed and groaned as the sunlight that filtered into the room through the slight gap in the curtains hit his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to bury his head under one of his pillows and get some more sleep. But there really was no point in that. As a byproduct of the mating urge, his rest had been filled with erotic dreams of Wyatt, bringing him awake aching and hard. And they would continue to plague him every time he slept deep enough until he claimed the other man. So it was pointless trying to make up what he’d lost through the night.
At the thought of Wyatt, Draven turned his head and looked at his closed bedroom door. He couldn’t hear the other man moving around. Having his would-be mate sleeping just down the hall had been torture. Each time he’d woken up after one of those erotic dreams, he’d been so tempted to climb into bed with Wyatt. Only thoughts of what would happen if he did had kept him in his own.
Draven quietly chuckled as he recalled how Wyatt had told him about his penchant for fucking while asleep. That would make the nights they did sleep in the same bed very interesting. If it weren’t for the mating urge riding his ass, Draven would have actually told Wyatt it didn’t matter. Even if they didn’t have any condoms. As a werewolf, Draven couldn’t “catch” anything or pass it on to his partners.
He stretched, sat up and readjusted his erection in his sleep pants. He didn’t normally wear anything to bed, but since Wyatt was here, Draven had figured being naked was only asking for trouble if Wyatt came to his door for some reason during the night.
Draven threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the mattress. He’d take a shower, then go see if Wyatt was awake. He really didn’t have anything to make for breakfast, but they could get something in Gravenhurst before they hit the grocery store to pick up food and the other items he’d used as an excuse last night.
After pushing to his feet, Draven took off the sleep pants and walked naked to the en suite. He only took the time to brush his teeth, then used the toilet before he got into the shower.