All Chapters of Make Me Howl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“My life sucks ass,” Dale said as he dropped his duffel bag onto the floor and slumped onto Kirk’s well-worn sofa, the cushions exhaling a puff of dust and mystery crumbs that had accumulated over time.He glanced around the room—Kirk’s idea of “organized chaos”—where vintage magazines, unmatched socks, and empty soda cans served as modern art.Kirk spun from the cluttered kitchen counter, where he was arranging a collection of mugs with questionable stains. “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. I, for one, have always enjoyed sucking an ass or two…three, four…” He raised a hand, ticking off an imaginary list with a flourish.Dale rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “Fine, poor choice of words, but you know what I mean.”“Sure I do, sugar,” Kirk said, waving a hand in that exaggerated way of his as he sauntered over. “Although I gotta say, it was a bold move coming out to your holier-than-thou parents before you’ve even gotten your feet wet, so to speak…or anything else.” He smirk

Kirk grinned, savoring every bit of Dale’s discomfort. “Oh, honey, you better believe I’m never letting you live that down. ‘Tell my mom I didn’t get to do any gay stuff’—that’s legendary, Dale. Like, award-winning last words material.”Dale buried his face in his hands, the mortification settling in. “I was half-dead, okay? People say weird stuff when they’re about to meet the Grim Reaper.” He peeked out from between his fingers, trying to salvage a shred of dignity. “Besides, how was I supposed to know I’d end up… well, not dead?”Kirk burst out laughing, throwing his head back as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed. “Not dead? Try ‘miraculously resurrected!” He gestured around the hospital room, his eyes widening for dramatic effect. “I mean, you flatlined in the ambulance. I was getting ready to give the world’s most touching, most fabulous eulogy—and then, bam! You’re sitting up, right as rain, like you just needed a little beauty sleep.”Dale tried to keep a straight face, bu

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Kirk squealed, his voice reaching a pitch that rivaled a boiling kettle as he bounced by the window. His movements were so energetic that he looked like a kid seeing his favorite pop star.Hearing the shrill sound, Dale hurried into the room, worry etched across his face. “What is it?” He eyed Kirk, who hadn’t stopped hopping, his face pressed to the glass.Kirk didn’t turn, his gaze fixed outside. “Have you seen the eye candy that’s moved in across the street?” His voice was almost reverent like he was speaking of a miracle or a rare collector’s item he’d just laid eyes on.Dale raised an eyebrow, moving closer, his curiosity piqued. “No, I haven’t.”Kirk finally tore his gaze from the window to face Dale, his eyes wide with excitement. “Well, you should. They’re gorgeous. I’m talking silver blond—like that brother and sister from Games of Whatever. The kind of blond that you think only exists in high fantasy worlds.And they’re tanned like caramel

“Do you think they could be lovers?” Juke asked in Thule, his voice low as he watched Kirk’s retreating figure with a look of mild disbelief.Paul sighed, clearly exasperated. “Not again,” he muttered, rolling his eyes skyward. He gave Juke a stare so sharp it could curdle milk as if to say, Must you always jump to this conclusion?Noticing Kirk’s curiosity, Paul turned to him and gave an apologetic smile. “Please excuse me. Juke is my superior, and I must answer him in our mother tongue,” he said, hoping to pacify their guest’s intrigue.“Go right ahead. I’ve never been accused of stopping anyone using tongue,” Kirk replied with a flirtatious grin, his eyes twinkling as he winked at Paul. With a dismissive flourish of his hand toward Juke, he settled back into his seat, jiggling his leg in excitement.Juke and Paul shared a look, and Paul leaned in toward his companion, lowering his voice. “Who? Your mate and this man?” He darted a quick glance at Kirk, shaking his head. “I don’t thi

The towel hung low on Dale's hips, droplets of water trailing down his chest like tiny rivers mapping his skin as he stepped into his bedroom, rubbing his hair dry. His thick locks needed a helping hand to dry faster, the damp strands refusing to cooperate as usual.He envied Kirk's ability to let his hair dry naturally as if blessed by some mystical hair goddess. If Dale did that, his clothes would be a soaking mess. The moisture in his hair hid in wait like a sneaky saboteur, ready for a chance to ruin whatever he wore.His gaze fell to the package Kirk had left on the bed, innocent-looking but somehow ominous in its plain brown wrapper. The mattress dipped as he sat on the corner, his heart doing a nervous tap dance in his chest as he retrieved the gift.Ripping the bag open, he saw the content. His face dropped faster than a lead balloon. What was Kirk planning? Who needed this much lube and condoms? Who else had he invited? Dale's stomach contracted as his ass clenched at the tho