Chapter 4 Devon

“Oh man, I walked on gum,” Nate complained as we walked into the History of Werewolfism. It was one of the more boring classes at Lycan University. It didn’t help that the teacher was really yawnsome. Nate was dragging his foot on the floor as I tried to find a free chair for us. Putting this class at the end of the day was almost cruel. My brain hurt.

       I found a place at the back, near the old bunsen burners–for whatever reason, likely fund cuts, this class was held in the science room.

       “Hey, did Amelia seem…I don’t know…flirty to you?”

       “No, not at all,” said Nate as he sat down.

       “I mean flirty with you,” I told him, “not me. She certainly wasn’t with me.”

       “Oh then in that case, yes.”

       Nate was still trying to scrape the gum from his shoe, only now he used a ruler. “Isn’t that weird?” I asked. “I mean she agrees to go on a date with me, and Nat with you, but she flirts with you in front of me and Nat? I also think Nat was making eyes at me.”

       “I don’t know, dude,” Nate replied. “Girls are weird. It’s probably some kind of shewolf dominance display, or maybe they’re trying to get us into a fourway.”

       “A fourway?” I repeated. My eyes went round. “Shit, what if they were going to try and get us into a fourway?! I can’t fuck you!”

       I definitely said that too loudly because a few nearby students whispered.

       Nate sunk into his seat beside me. “Listen,” he said, “if they are, we'll just bail.”

       “Oh, no no,” I replied. “I’m not going to pussy out. Imagine what they’ll say around campus–saying no to sex with two women.”

“And one guy….” Nate murmured.

“If they want to do some weird fourway thing, we just need to suck it up, close our eyes, and do it. I’m not ruining my chance to get with Amelia, okay?”

       Now Nate looked at me. “You know, they’ll probably want us to kiss,” he said.

       I looked back at him, and then my gaze lowered toward his lips. “Okay, we should probably come up with some ground rules,” I told him. “Some lycan chicks are hella into guy on guy stuff, so if Amelia wants us to do stuff, you’re sucking my dick…not vice versa.”

       “What?!” Nate gasped. “Why am I sucking your dick??”

       “Because I’m the alpha,” I told him.

       “Excuse me, you two in the back,” the teacher disrupted us. He was some substitute for the day. Apparently our usual teacher, Mr. Marksby, was out sick. But we all knew the truth. He was attacked…by them…the vampyres. There was a lot of hot gossip around campus saying he was in a romantic relationship with one and then got beat up because of  it. But that was just a rumor. Either way, it was pretty rude for his replacement to interrupt us. At least as far as I was concerned. “Is there anything you’d like to share with the class?”

       I glanced around at all the watchful eyes. “No. No, not really.”

       He looked at Nate, who was shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

       “Okay, good,” was all the teacher replied before he continued with his lesson plan.

       After class, all I could think about was the date tonight and Nate’s words about a foursome situation. ‘What if they want us to kiss?’ he’d said and now it was all I could think about. I’d never kissed a guy before and the thought alone, whether he was my best friend or not, tied my stomach in knots. I didn’t want to look like an amatuer in front of the chicks.

       We hung out, got dinner in the cafe–some chinese food–and then went back to the dorm, where Nate was quickly cleaning up. His side of the room was typically always fine, but mine was a mess, so he was currently telling me how disgusting I am as he tossed my clothes in the cupboard with a scowl.

       “I want to kiss you,” I said.

       He dropped the dirty shirts he was holding and looked back at me. “What?”

       I stood from my place on the couch. “I want to kiss you. You know, just in case the girls make us…do shit. I think we should kiss at least once so we don’t look bad or whatever.”

       “What like now?” he asked. “You want to kiss me now?”

       “No when we’re naked in the shower,” I said mockingly. “Yes now.”

       “Oh.”

       He just stood there, which made me roll my eyes. “Oh come on,” I said, walking closer toward him. I was a little offended that he wasn’t jumping at the idea. “It’s not like I’m an ugly dude or anything…. If you have to kiss a guy, aren’t I a decent choice? I’m your best friend. I’m not hideous. I even brushed my teeth today.”

       “Uh….” His expression scrunched. “Did you, though? Because your toothbrush was dry when I was cleaning the bath–”

       I held up my hand. “This isn’t about oral hygiene.”

       “It sort of is,” he mumbled.

       “Just one kiss dude, for like a second.” I stared at him pleadingly. “Come on, I don’t want to look like a loser if they suggest it or something….”

       “Er, okay.” Nate nodded. “Sure. Yah. Yep. Okay.”

       He still seemed oddly still. “Do I, er. Do I like…touch your face or just lean in?”

       “You can..touch my face.” He shrugged. “If you want.”

       It seemed more natural to put my hand somewhere on his body, but I was awfully aware as I reached toward him and touched the side of his neck. More so than I was with women. His skin felt warm…different. My gaze searched his eyes and my stomach tied itself in knots, like I assumed it would, but at least there wasn’t a crowd for it. “I’m, uh,” I swallowed, “going to lean in and peck your lips now….”

       He nodded, but the movements were robotic. “Ok-ay,” he creaked.

       I didn’t know whether to keep my eyes open or closed as I leaned in toward him, so I kept them open until his fluttered closed, and then I followed suit. I could feel his hot breath before our lips skimmed and I swallowed hard. It seemed like an eternity passed before my lips sank onto his, pressing and moving slowly. Something inside of him seemed to defrost because he went from robotic to grabbing the side of my neck, and pulling me closer.

       I let out a small grunt against his lips as his fingers moved back through my hair. My brain became all fuzzy, shockwaves rolling over my skin like pure electricity, sinking into the depths of my veins as we kissed and shuffled back toward the lounge.

       “Mmmph,” the sound came from him as we landed onto the couch.

       It sent a rush up my body–the sounds, the way our limbs tangled, and the feel of him pulling my hair and urging me closer. My brain was too clouded–too messy to think or really process anything that was going on, but it was like I could feel the way his body was begging mine. The slight lift of his hips and mine which reciprocated and then….

       The knock on the door acted as cold water.

       I jumped away from Nate, who was breathing hard beneath me, and fell onto the floor, tumbling over myself as I struggled to get back up. Did that just happen? Did I just make out with my best friend? Surely it was some kind of … delusion.

       Only it wasn’t. He was right there, flushed and staring at me with labored breath.

       “Uh, er….” I stammered. “Gah….”

       None of that was words.

       The knock came again, but I was left standing there, staring.

       He stared back. “Dev, the door.”

       “Oh right!”

       In a mess of movements, I rushed toward the door and pulled it open. Both Amelia and Natalie jumped, making me jump too. Shit. They were early. I glanced back at Nate, who was frantically throwing things in places, trying to tidy the dorm room.

       “We brought pizza,” said Amelia. “But we can come back, you know. If you’re busy.”

       “What? No! No. I was just…doing nothing. Come in,” I gestured. “Make yourself comfortable, take off your clothes–jackets! I mean…jackets. If you’re warm.”

       Amelia looked back at me. “Are you sure you’re okay? You looked…flushed.”

       “Flushed?” My gaze darted toward Nate. He wasn’t looking at me. “No, no. I was just…working out. I work out a lot.”

       “Right, well,” Amelia set down the pizzas, “I hope you like meat.”

       “I love meat,” I said too eagerly, and then I realized the double meaning it could imply. The gay meaning. Whatever just happened, it wasn’t a gay thing…it was practise for this. Practice for girls, or more specifically, the one girl I really wanted to impress. It was the werewolf hormones which were rising around this mating time. That was all. I cleared my throat and refused to look at Nate. “I mean I love meat as much as any other guy.”