→ Brennan just sat there, completely taken aback. Had he done something wrong? Was there some secret code to gay kissing that he wasn't aware of. But then, when Sigmund made his excuse and stood up, a sinking feeling began to build in the pit of Brennan's stomach as he wondered if he had just been used. "Wait!" He protested when he finally found his voice. "You said yourself you weren't drunk. You wanted to kiss me, so you did. Don't lie to me. I'm not some kid." He stood up and took a step toward Sigmund, actually kind of angry now. He'd put aside the fact that he had a girlfriend (mostly absent, but one nevertheless) and that he really had almost no experience with guys and that he hadn't really thought about doing anything with guys until he was faced with Sigmund alone in his apartment. And now he was being kicked to the curb, apparently.

→ "You are a kid." Sigmund said, looking pretty ashamed of himself. He was a responsible person, a painfully responsible person and doing something like that was entirely wreckless. "And you're drunk, so I shouldn't have done that." After a second though, he found his keys and looked down at them in his hand before returning his gaze to Brennan. He hadn't expected the other to react like this, and maybe some part of him was relieved that Brennan hadn't just let him walk out the door and gone to brush his teeth or something. "All right. You're right. I'm not drunk. I wanted to kiss you."

→ "I am not a kid," Brennan replied, feeling himself getting angrier. He hadn't expected to react this way either but then, he hadn't expected Sigmund to just walk out. He took a couple steps closer, wobbling a little this time. "I'm not even barely , Sigmund. I'm almost twenty fucking one years old, okay?" He didn't know where all this anger was coming from. Maybe it was due to the prospect of being abandoned twice in one evening, once after opening up a part of himself that he really didn't even know existed. But when Sigmund finally admitted it, Brennan nodded with a satisfied look on his face. "I might be drunk but I'm not wasted. It's not like I won't remember this tomorrow. You didn't take advantage of shit." The last part was supposed to come out more angry, but it didn't. It just sounded kind of defeated, as though he knew Sigmund was going to end up leaving anyhow, so what was the point.

→ The keys weighed heavily in his hand, begging him to use them and go. But Sigmund's feet weren't so sure and they stayed put. "I'm nearly twenty years older than you are. You're a kid to me. I'm not saying you're not mature; it's just--I don't know, isn't this weird?" He pointed between the two of them as if to indicate them as a unit. "And you wouldn't have kissed back if you weren't at least a little drunk."

→ "You don't know that," Brennan replied, feeling even worse. "You think I just let you do that because you wanted to? I already told you I'm not that drunk. If I didn't want you to do it, I would have told you to stop, alright?" He folded his arms over his chest, willing himself not to sway. "And about my age or whatever? If I thought it was weird, I wouldn't have let you kiss me and you obviously don't care because you did."

→ "I can care about the age difference and still want to kiss you--and do a lot more to you for that matter." The frustration rolling off of Brennan was getting to him, riling him up a little more than he already was. Sigmund wasn't mad, but he was getting agitated at Brennan's insistence about this matter. Couldn't he even have a good old fashioned guilt fest over this?

→ No, he couldn't. Brennan wasn't the sort to allow that. Sure, he could be passive and shy around people he didn't know but he'd hung out with Sigmund enough by now to where he wasn't going to bullshit around. Especially over the fact that he'd just kissed a man, which seemed more than a slightly important factor to Brennan. He took another step toward Sigmund, steadier on this feet this time. "Like what?" He asked in answer to Sigmund's question, trying to pretend like what the older man had said didn't just make him weak in the knees.

→ "Like what?" Sigmund parroted carefully. "Like what are some other things I want to do to you?" His voice thinned out at that, feeling his own hypotheticals slowly geling into what could become reality. Attentions drifting down Brennan's chest, he reached out and hooked his thumb under the hem of the other's shirt, lifting it up just a little. "You showed me that earlier and all I could think of doing was dragging my tongue over it." He meant that perfect sliver of skin just above his waistline.

→ "I did?" Brennan murmured, feeling a chill run up his spine when he felt Sigmund's finger brush against his bare skin to lift the shirt a bit. He didn't remember showing Sigmund that. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he looked up at the older man, deciding that his answer wasn't anything as frightening or as big of a step as sex. "Well...why didn't you?" He replied. He hadn't flirted with anyone in ages and as soon as the words came out of his mouth, his cheeks flushed pink.

→ Each step forward in this dance was taken slowly and Sigmund expected at each turn to be pushed away, or denied. But with each advance that was accepted by Brennan, his brain dared to hope that this wasn't crazy. "Because I didn't want to go home yet. And I didn't want you to stop being my friend." After a second of enjoying the blush, Sigmund looked back down. "Should I have?"

→ The whole experience was actually quite sobering to Brennan and as he thought of how to reply, everything just kind of clicked into place. "Is that why you wouldn't lay down with me on my bed?" He asked as it dawned on him, smiling a little bit and looking up at Sigmund. "And I'm not going to stop being your friend, alright? Even if we never kiss again after tonight or even if we do." He could already feel the positive impact the older man was having on his life and he knew better than to give that up.

→ Sigmund didn't blush, but he still felt his face get hot with Brennan's words. "Yeah, that's why." Because there was tempting himself, and then there was torturing himself, and lying next to Brennan on that bed would have pushed into torture, no matter how good it would have felt to pretend. "Should I stay, or should I go?" It felt right to leave that decision up to Brennan.

→ "I would say stay but then you would probably just accuse me of not wanting to be alone tonight or using you as a substitute for big breasts and soft hair," Brennan replied, a smirk flashing across his face as he stepped closer and held a hand out to Sigmund. "Stay if you want. We can watch a movie in my room or talk..." He definitely wasn't going to use the term cuddle. Of course more kissing was an option but he didn't want to bring it up and make Sigmund more uncomfortable.

→ In his room. Sigmund glanced at the living room, still thinking it a safer option. Then again, maybe that was the point and he hoped that it was. He hadn't actually made the decision to stay until he felt his hand in Brennan's, his own actions making the decision for him and he was relieved to just give into it. "All right. I think at this point I don't care if I'm a substitute or not."

→ "Just so you know...you're not," Brennan said quietly. "I mean, I know it seems that way since I was supposed to be with someone else tonight. But it's not like I kissed you back because of that," he added. He wrapped his fingers around Sigmund's hand and led him toward the bedroom. "You want me to put a movie on?" He asked, figuring it would at least give them some background noise so that things weren't so awkward.

→ Sigmund smiled at that, thinking Brennan was even sweeter than he'd given him credit for in the beginning. Sweet, and funny, but incredibly sharp too. He stopped himself, not wanting to moon over him completely. "Yeah, that'd be good." Because if worst came to worst, they could really just watch the movie.

→ "Okay," Brennan smiled, going over to grab a DVD off the shelf. He wasn't even really looking at what he chose but it ended up being Transporter. He put it on and then took a step toward the bed, looking at Sigmund hesitantly. "It's okay," he said, finally. "Come on. If the worst thing that getting in my bed will do is make you lick my hips, then you have my permission, okay?" He smiled, trying to lighten the mood some.

→ There was a line with Sigmund. Something about sitting on the couch with Brennan so close had caused Sigmund to cross said line and once it was crossed it was difficult to go back. The wolf wasn't sure he could reign himself in again and he didn't want to get to the point where Brennan asked for him to stop. He wasn't sure if his pride could recover from a feeling so bitter as the denial of something he wanted. Sigmund had to laugh though. "Who said that was the worst thing?"

→ "Well I don't know," Brennan laughed, flopping down on the bed first and scooted over so that there was plenty of room for Sigmund. "I asked what else you could do and that was what you said, so..." he grinned, running a hand through his hair. "I'm glad that's what you said though. I mean if you said something X rated, I probably would not have invited you into my bed," he patted the spot next to him, looking at Sigmund. Even if he was the gayest gay boy to ever gay, he wouldn't have put out on the first night Sigmund kissed him, so he hoped the older man wasn't going to be upset about that.

→ He couldn't help but grin, relaxing because nothing about Brennan was tense right now. "Well, how X rated are we talking here? Hip licking might be X rated to some people." He scaled the bed with some wariness because in all his years he'd never laid on a waterbed. The water shifted beneath him and caused waves; it made him laugh at the pure absurdity of such a bed. "Why a waterbed? Do ladies love waterbeds?"

→ "No," Brennan laughed, shaking his head. "Brennan loves waterbeds." He moved up and down as Sigmund got onto the bed and turned onto his side to look at him. "I mean, maybe they do, but that's not why I got it." He waited for Sigmund to get adjusted on the bed, kind of laughing at the look on his face. "You're not going to sail away, you know. Chill out. And hip licking is not X rated to me so that's all that matters," he added.

→ Sigmund's hands were looking for some form of steady-ground but of course found none. "All right, then I'm glad I went with the licking." He finally settled, the movement of the bed diminishing as well. Listening to the movie for a few minutes, Sigmund finally turned his head to face Brennan. "You distracted me from pizza. I hope you realize what a hefty feat that is."

→ "Oh whatever," Brennan replied. "You're the one who took my pizza from me. And then on top of that you kissed me. You're the distracter." He gave Sigmund's chest a poke and smiled to let him know that he was just teasing. "Not a fan of my waterbed?" He asked, just looking at him.

→ "It's an all right bed. I just need something to hold onto." To keep him steady--of course. Capturing Brennan's hand as it poked him, he tugged the other closer to him. "In case I fall off, you know." He kept his hand around Bren's, drawing it over to the other side of himself so the other was lying half on top of him, faces close together.

→ "Right, right," Brennan smiled. "In case you fall off." He was surprised by Sigmund's actions once again, quickly finding himself pressed up against the older man and it felt so much more amazing than he ever thought it could. Sigmund had a broad chest and strong arms, not something Brennan ever thought he was looking for in someone he'd invite into his bed, but apparently he was. "Well, hello," he said kind of nervously, trying not to blush again.

→ Sigmund could smell the blush on him, so it didn't matter if it ever rose to the surface or not. Hoping in the back of his mind that Brennan didn't think he was weird, he leaned up so that he could press his nose to the spot just below Brennan's ear. The roughness of his five-o-clock shadow chaffed against the soft skin of his neck, and Sigmund breathed in one long breath before pressing his mouth to the spot, letting the very tip of his tongue touch lightly. He liked that another wolf would smell him on Brennan for awhile, if he ever ran into one.

→ Brennan had no idea what Sigmund was doing but he didn't think he was weird. He shivered a little when he felt the older man's tongue touched his neck. "What are you doing?" He laughed nervously, kind of nuzzling against Sigmund. "I wasn't informed there was going to be any neck licking," he teased, letting his eyes fall closed. Sigmund's body was warm and comforting and despite the newness and unfamiliarity of the situation, Brennan felt perfectly at ease with Sigmund for the moment.

→ His voice came muffled from Brennan's neck, causing a tickling vibration to spread out over his skin. "Are you saying I need to get licking clearance?" He pulled back and looked up at Brennan with a sly smile. "All right. How about your hand? Can I lick your hand?" Saying it didn't exactly sound erotic, but as Sigmund pulled the other's hand toward his mouth, his tongue slid out from between his lips and he ran it up the sensitive underside of Brennan's palm from the base of his wrist to the tip of his middle finger.

→ Brennan was about to open his mouth to answer the other man when all of a sudden, Sigmund was already licking him again. Moaning softly under his breath, Brennan was surprised at the sound that tore from his throat. He was even more surprised that as Sigmund licked across his sensitive wrist and finger, he could feel it in his cock. His cock that was currently pressed up against Sigmund's thigh. His cock that decided to twitch on its own. He hoped Sigmund hadn't felt that and buried his face his the man's chest. "OhmyGod," he mumbled, clinging to Sigmund as if the man himself could save him from the overload of sexy.

→ He rather liked this. His alpha nature had a hunger for power and this was the best sort, the power to make someone as pretty as Brennan make that noise. The very tip of the middle finger from Brennan's captive hand slid just between Sigmunds lips before he let it go. "I think I'm going to take you up on that hip offer from earlier now." The way he said it was both commanding and requesting as he moved Brennan onto his back. His hand reached down to tug up the hem of shirt, maybe just a little bit higher than was necessary. "How about that?"

→ "How about that?" Brennan repeated with a smirk, just being a little shit because he could. He was trying to ignore the fact that he was rapidly becoming turned on by Sigmund's treatment of him, in the way that he took what he wanted. Brennan had always been the giver, in all senses of the word. He'd never just had to lay there and let someone have their way with him. He raised up on his elbows to watch what Sigmund would do, his sharp little hipbones poking out from above his tight pair of jeans.

→ Taking perhaps a bit too much liberty, Sigmund rested his hand high on Brennan's thigh, part of him touching his cock through the thick fabric of his jeans, but it was somewhat innocent. "I'll take that as a yes." He smirked before setting his lips down onto the curve of hip that rose from Brennan's skin. From one side to the other, Sigmund's tongue drew a damp little line just above the rise of Brennan's jeans, wanting desperately to sink just a fraction lower.

→ Brennan forgot to keep breathing when part of Sigmund's hand came to rest on his cock. His cock that was growing rapidly harder by the second. When the older man's tongue slid across his bare skin, Brennan flopped back on the bed, completely giving up on watching. He couldn't help the way his hips pushed up to meet Sigmund tongue. "More," he murmured before even realizing the word had slipped from his mouth. His fingers curled into the bedsheets and in that moment he knew that he was in way over his head here.

→ Warm breath whisping against the wet skin, Sigmund directed his eyes up the length of Brennan's torso. That one little word threatened to undo him completely. But never one to deny a request that was so damn enjoyable for him, Sigmund let his teeth into the act, licking some places, nipping at others. His hand too shifted gears, moving more pointedly on to Brennan's cock, feeling it become far more pronounced as he kneeded once against it.

→ Brennan whimpered at the teeth. He'd never been bitten or nipped at before and he was starting to realize just how much he liked it. "Sigmund," he moaned softly, starting to rub himself against the older man's hand. "You...feel so good." He already said things weren't going to be weird between them no matter what they did, so he just decided to go with it, for now. He wasn't quite sure he'd be able to take it all the way but this was nice. More than nice. Amazing.

→ Not having expected anything but beer and Halo, Sigmund was fully prepared to take what he could get and be very pleased with it. He wanted to memorize the taste of Brennan because he wasn't positive it would be offered up again. A fairly silent sort of lover, Sigmund simply smiled at Brennan's words and the way his voice sounded beneath his attentions. Hooking his fingers around the top of Brennan's jeans, he tugged down a little as if to make his intentions known as he unfastened the top button.

→ Despite Brennan's best efforts, things were quickly spiralling toward X-rated. He groaned and shivered as he heard the button unsnap and after that, he knew there wasn't any going back. "We can...I can...you can..." he started his sentence over a good three times out of nervousness. "I don't know anything about...anything so...we can do things? But...not...you know?" He hoped Sigmund knew. He wanted to figure things out slowly and not go rushing into things right off the bat but he lifted his hips to signal to Sigmund that he could drag his jeans down and off.

→ "It's okay." Sigmund said, voice soothing and perfectly calm, even if his whole body was flickering with arousal. He wasn't going to push. In fact, all he wanted to do was unzip Brennan's jeans just enough so that he could get his hand inside. Once he did, he touched his fingertips to that alluring ache of Brennan's cock and started to kiss his way up the boy's stomach until he got to his neck where he pressed his face again as he slid his hand around to give Brennan a few restrained strokes.

→ Gasping quietly when he felt Sigmund's hand sliding into his pants, Brennan forced himself to relax and part his legs a little to give the older man an easier time of it. When he felt Sigmund's fingers wrapping around him and starting to stroke, he moaned again, hips lifting up off the bed instantly. He loved the way Sigmund's face was buried in his neck and his hand came up to run through the other's hair. He really was at a loss for words right now and the more Sigmund turned him on, the more he wanted to get off.

→ Sigmund desperately wanted to be the reason that Brennan lost control. The thought earlier that Brennan should have been getting off with his girlfriend right now just made Sigmund feel jealous and possessive, satisfied that it was his hand and not her's. It was a foolish and selfish thought, but Sigmund got that way when it came to things he wanted so much. The sounds alone coming from Brennan were enough to make Sigmund open his mouth and bite at his neck, a little hard, but not painful.

→ Whining loudly when Sigmund bit at him, Brennan pushed himself harder against the other man's hand. "Oh my God," he gasped, opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling. "Sigmund," he whimpered, gripping hard at the other's shirt. He knew he was going to have some bruises tomorrow and honestly he didnt' really care. It's not like anyone would be around to see them anyway. His girlfriend was the farthest thought from his mind.

→ He just wanted Brennan to feel good, his attentions focused entirely on that one task. Relentlessly, he smoothed his hand up and down Brennan's cock, finally releasing it from his jeans so that his motions were free to level the best hand job he could offer. Twisting his hand down in a corkscrew motion, Sigmund's thumb pressed against the head as he moved his mouth from neck to lips, kissing Brennan again.

→ If all Sigmund wanted was for Brennan to feel good, he was easily accomplishing that goal. Sure, Brennan usually jerked off in the shower once a day or so but it felt so amazing to finally have someone else's hand on his cock. After a few more moments of it, he was kind of convinced that Sigmund was doing a better job of jerking him off than he ever did himself. When he found Sigmund's lips on his own again, he kissed him back enthusiastically, starting to find a nice rhythm of thrusting into the older man's hand.

→ If Brennan had just laid there, this would have been hot. But the fact that he was actually fucking Sigmund's hand made the man utterly weak and he felt his own cock harden with the thought of how they must look together. Brennan felt just like he'd imagined--and he'd imagined quite a bit. His tongue worked into Brennan's mouth, and his teeth, now an ever present force, nipped roughly at the boy's bottom lip.

→ Brennan's eyes were closed again and he was holding tight to Sigmund for support as the kiss went deeper. He knew it wasn't going to take much longer than this and after a few more strokes, he had to gasp out, "S-sigmund, I'm gonna..." he whimpered, fingers digging into the older man's back to try and keep from coming right away. It was no use though and within seconds, he was coming hard into Sigmund's hand after an embarassingly short run at the hand job. His whole body tightened and he gasped a couple times before collapsing back onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow again.

→ The feel of Brennan's body beneath him as he came stole the breath out of Sigmund's lungs. He tried to commit to memory the way his name sounded on Brennan's lips, especially in that needful, whimpering tone. Stroking him a few more times, slicking the come down over him, Sigmund sighed and finally released him. "You have got to have the most gorgeous 'oh' face I've ever seen."

→ What Sigmund said made Brennan blush hard and he brought up a hand to cover his face with. "Oh my God," he mumbled, laughing a little. "I can't believe that just happened. That was like...the best orgasm I've had in ages." He bit his lower lip as he tried to think of what he should do now. He knew he should offer to return the favor and as he thought about that, he was surprised to realize that he wanted to. Sliding a hand down between them, it moved down Sigmund's chest and body to his upper thigh, inching closer to its destination.

→ Sigmund couldn't help but puff up a little at that compliment. He liked to think he was fairly skilled, but best in ages? He really liked the sound of that. But when Brennan's hand started to travel downward, he hesitated a little. "It's okay if you don't want to." Not that he didn't want Brennan's hands all over him--anywhere they would go. But he didn't want it out of a sense of obligation. "I don't want to rush you." He understood that this was a first time thing for the other.

→ "No, I want to," Brennan told him, lifting his eyes to meet Sigmund's. "I do. I can handle it," he told him. "I've jerked off a cock before, you know," he grinned before adding, "but probably not as well as you do." He pushed his jeans down, kicking them off completely before glancing down at himself. "God, I'm a mess...might have to take a shower after this." His hand moved back to Sigmund's jeans, rubbing at him lightly over top of them to feel his erection.

→ Those words made him swallow hard and as soon as Brennan's hand met his jeans, Sigmund's eyes fluttered closed. "Why does the word 'cock' sound so good when you say it?" He laughed a little, but it was weak, strength stolen by the expectation of what was to come.

→ "Uh...I don't know," Brennan laughed. "Maybe because you want me to touch your cock? Cause you want me to stroke your cock and make you come real hard?" He asked. He was just being a little shit now, trying to make Sigmund as flustered as possible. He opened the button and dragged down the zipper of Sigmund's jeans.

→ "Careful or you won't even get a chance to get your hands on me." Because Sigmund felt like he was going to come just from listening to Brennan talk about it. The other's playfulness was highly desireable and made him that much more attractive. The slowness of this was torture, but only fair since he'd done the same thing to Brennan.

→ That made Brennan smile and he nudged Sigmund to roll over onto his back as he tugged his jeans down. Reaching into his underwear, he carefully pulled the man's cock out and started to stroke it, hesitantly at first. It was different, stroking a cock that wasn't your own, he realized. The angle was different, for one, and you couldn't exactly tell how it was feeling for the other person. Leaning up, he kissed Sigmund's jaw and then his lips, beginning to stroke him a little harder.

→ Sigmund exhaled, lying flat on his back, easily convinced to take the passive role for now, especially when Brennan's hand was aiming to do really amazing things for him. He forced himself not to relax too much and close his eyes though; Sigmund wanted to watch everything, memorize it.

→ Once Brennan had Sigmund's pants down, he slipped his hand into the front of the man's boxers to pull his cock out. His long fingers wrapped around him, giving him a few short strokes just to see what would happen. It was odd jerking off a cock from this angle and it took him a second to get a good grasp on Sigmund. Leaning forward, he pushed the older man's shirt up and leaned down to lick and bite at one of his hipbones the way he'd done to him earlier. Lifting his head, he grinned. "I see why you like doing that."

→ If he had felt half as good to Brennan, Sigmund would feel satisfied with that achievement. He could hardly form words, and he had to rock his hips back for fear of bucking his hips forward too soon and looking far too weak. Looking down the length of himself, he stared at Brennen with a rather disbelieving smile. He hadn't expected this--wanted it, but hadn't expected it.

→ "What? You look all..." Brennan trailed off, searching for the right word. "Giddy," he grinned, starting to stroke Sigmund a little harder, a little faster. "Does this feel good, Sigmund?" He asked, beaming up at the older man. He had always been the talkative playful sort in bed and apparently it wasn't any different with men than it was with women. "Are you gonna come for me? Because I realllly wanna see you do it," he practically purred, biting a little harder at the other hip to see what Sigmund would do.

→ "Giddy?" He laughed, but the force was stolen from it with each touch and he shifted his hips under the pressure of the building orgasm. Sigmund was usually a quiet lover, driven more by his wolfish instinct rather than his wit. Their contrast was sweet though, and Brennan's voice forced him to dwell in his human side, anchored to his arousal with striking awareness. The words made him groan. "Keep talking like that and I will--god."

→ "You like it when I talk to you while I'm jerking your cock?" Brennan grinned, now knowing how Sigmund felt about hearing the word 'cock' coming from his mouth. Continuing to stroke the other in a steady rhythm, he slid higher up Sigmund's body until he was half draped over him so that he could press a kiss to his lips, his tongue quickly invading the other man's mouth. The kiss was deep and passionate until he pulled back a little to bite at Sigmund's lower lip the way he'd done to him.

→ If Brennan could be counted upon to learn from Sigmund's actions, then the man was prepared to show him a wealth of tricks. Thinking that way made him both excited and worried. He was already thinking as if this little encounter would happen again, and again. "Fuck," Sigmund managed to say weakly. He very rarely said that word, and that simply gave it more power when it was actually pulled from him. Moaning into the kiss, he drew his hand up to the back of Brennan's neck to hold him in place as the kiss increased in intensity.

→ Brennan moaned into Sigmund's mouth, unable to stop himself. He was quickly finding that he enjoyed being with this male lover. The way that Sigmund held him in place made Brennan feel both safe and wanted. He knew he was doing a good job and that made him even more confident in what he was doing. He pulled away after a few seconds though to attach his lips to Sigmund's neck, sucking hard enough and using just enough teeth to ensure there would be a mark. His girlfriend never let him do that and had he been thinking, he wouldn't have done it to Sigmund who was an adult and probably had places to go and people to see tomorrow.

→ Sigmund liked the sensation of being marked. It made sense to his wolf, and although the alpha in him balked at it, he wanted to pretend that some part of Brennan wanted to own him, tell people that he'd been there. Fingertips curling inward, he held Brennan even more tightly. He couldn't open his moth much wider, wanting to devour Brennan whole as he felt himself twitch and finally cry out. "Oh god, Bren-" He couldn't even get his whole name out before speech was utterly lost and Sigmund degenerated into incoherency as he came into Brennan's hand.

→ Really, Brennan did want to own Sigmund in that moment. He wished it was Sigmund who was his girlfriend instead of her. Well, not his girlfriend exactly...but someone he could do this with on a regular basis. The word boyfriend was too foreign in his mind to even try using it. When he felt Sigmund come into his hand, he finally released the older man's skin from his teeth and leaned up to kiss him again, panting a little as he realized some of it got on his leg. At this point, they were both equally messy and he just kind of smiled. "Damn," was all he could think to say.

→ That summed it up pretty well, Sigmund thought. He laid there trying to remember how to breathe as he looked over at Brennan. "You left a bruise, did you do that on purpose?" He laughed a little and reached up to touch his neck where the mark would form.

→ "Yeah," Brennan admitted. "Sorry." He was still kind of draped over Sigmund, just looking at him, and really didn't sound very sorry at all. "We should go take a shower," he suggested. "I didn't mean to get us so messy."

→ Sigmund shook his head. "I like it, don't be sorry." He just wished it would last longer--the only problem with faster healing. Feeling spent, he wasn't sure he wanted to move just yet, liking the feel of Brennan against him. But a shower sounded pretty motivating. "It's generally messy, nothing wrong with messy."

→ That made Brennan smile a little and duck his head to keep Sigmund from seeing his blush. "I'm not used to messy," he said. Generally he just had sex with his girlfriend and there was always a condom involved. Even though he'd suggested a shower, he didn't get up yet. It was nice just laying here although he was kind of amused that they still had their shirts on after all that.

→ "You're not used to a lot of things," he noted, considering all of the things he'd like to show him. But he didn't want to put the cart before the horse, so he just sat in the moment, enjoying it. "You're really good at that though--" He paused, holding back a laugh. "You must practice all the time."

→ Brennan couldn't help but laugh at that and he just nodded his head. "Well, yeah..." he trailed off, looking at Sigmund. "What would you do if you lived alone and your...person wouldn't come visit you?" He refrained from saying girlfriend. He dragged his finger along Sigmund's side, just looking at him.

→ "I wouldn't be with that person," he couldn't prevent himself from saying, hoping he wasn't going to offend Brennan. Before the other could answer though, he started to get up. "We should get that shower."

→ Brennan just kind of laid there for a second, looking up at Sigmund. What he said made sense. In fact, Brennan wasn't entirely sure why he was still with her. "You make sense," was all he said. Getting up from the bed, he pulled his shirt off to lead Sigmund over to the bathroom.

→ That was a relief, Sigmund really hadn't wanted to kill the mood. His thoughts were interrupted with naked-Brennan and he stood back to just sort of stare. Nudity was a common thing for werewolves, but Sigmund rarely found himself so wholly attracted by it. He swallowed hard, glancing down the line of Brennan's back, unable to break out of the freeze.

→ Leaning into the tub, Brennan turned the shower on and straightened back up, turning around to look at Sigmund while the water got warm. "What?" He asked, smiling a little. It made him feel kind of weird inside that Sigmund couldn't keep his eyes off him. He'd never had that effect on anyone. At least to his knowledge. "Are you going to take your shirt off or what?" He teased, leaning over to pull at it.

→ "I kind of just want to watch you," he said, voice low and almost predatorial. A lover could be like prey, and he wanted to learn all about this one. But the tugging at his shirt got him to take it off and he stood there exuding confidence and focus.

→ "Watch me what?" Brennan asked. "Do a little dance?" He teased, turning back around to shake his butt at Sigmund before leaning in to test the water's temperature.

→ Sigmund had to roll his eyes a little. "Do anything. Shaking your ass works." When Brennan turned around Sigmund walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and kissing the back of his neck. He was careful to keep his hips back a little to prevent any misinterpretation of this move.

→ Brennan wasn't exactly alarmed, just surprised. He stayed still and let Sigmund kiss at his neck, smiling a little bit. "You're a really good kisser. Why didn't you say so in the first place?" He asked, finally pulling away to step into the shower, tugging Sigmund along with him.

→ "Why didn't I tell you I was a good kisser? What, didn't I give you my card? It's on there." The hot water hit his skin and he sighed with satisfaction, shutting his eyes and leaning back against the cold tile. "Your shower is my new favorite place in the whole worlds."

→ "It is not," Brennan laughed. "I actually read your card, Sigmund." He stepped under the spray and slid his arms around the older man's waist before leaning forward to rest his forehead against his shoulder. The stance was something more than would usually be found between two people who just had a casual hookup. "And if that's true, then you are more than welcome in my shower whenever you want."

→ All about body language, Brennan's posture made Sigmund's heart melt and the weight of Brennan's head impronted itself on Sigmund's memory. "You read my card? See, I knew you liked me. No one actually reads anybody's card these days." Sliding a wet hand through Brennan's hair he tugged it back a little so the water rushed over his scalp. While his head was back, he kissed the tempting, exposed neck.

→ Brennan lifted his head to look up at Sigmund, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Oh, yeah. You were just so sure that you waited this long to make your move," he teased. He wasn't sure why things were going this way. He hadn't stopped to think about the fact maybe, just maybe, he was craving some sort of older male figure in his life after years without his dad around. He definitely wouldn't have ever considered Sigmund a father figure because after what they just did, well...ew. But some lines were blurred somewhere and honestly, Brennan didn't care. It felt too amazing to be right here. He loved the feeling of Sigmund's hand in his hair and his lips on his neck.

→ Sigmund released Brennan's hair, sliding his hands down to smooth over his skin, taking water with it to rinse him clean. Reaching for the bar of soap, he slid it over his hands so that they were soapy as well and proceeded to rub down every bit of Brennan, fingers pressing firmly into his muscles.

→ Brennan moaned softly, unable to help it. Everything Sigmund was doing just felt so good. He held onto the older man's waist for support as he soaped him up. "This is the best shower of my life," he murmured, realizing that he definitely wasn't drunk anymore. "Hey!" He said, his eyes popping open. "I'm not drunk anymore." Leaning up to kiss Sigmund on the lips, he lingered there for a second before pulling back with a smile. "See?" It wasn't just because he was drunk that he'd hooked up.

→ Squinting at him as if to assess that claim, Sigmund wasn't sure he believed it. But he certainly wanted to, so he nodded. "Yes, well it'd be a bit difficult to back out now, wouldn't it, seeing as how you're all soapy." And slick and gorgeous and god he was utterly infatuated with him. Pressing their bodies together so that the soap on Brennan rubbed off on Sigmund, he liked the feel of their skin slipping against each other.

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→ "Yeah, that's the only thing keeping me here. The soap," Brennan replied, rolling his eyes a little. He rubbed against Sigmund for a few moments, gasping in surprise when their cocks touched and he looked up at the older man as a hint of red spread over his cheeks. "Well..." he said, kind of at a loss for words at that point.

→ Smoothing the pad of his thumb over Brennan's pink cheek, he kissed over the flush. "You have no idea how much your blushing turns me on." There was something infinitely innocent about it, even though he knew Brennan wasn't an innocent. He moved his hips forward a little.

→ "Well I'm glad someone likes it," Brennan mumbled, trying not to get giggly. It had been ages since anyone paid him this sort of attention and now he was just eating it up. Gasping again as Sigmund moved his hips, Brennan worked up the nerve to move his as well, lightly pushing against the older man.

→ Feeling a weakness spread through his knees, Sigmund just leaned forward, pressing the weight of his body against Brennan, contrasting sharply the hard tile at Brennan's back with the soft warm body at his front. After a second though, he pulled back and let the water wash between them, rinsing the soap away.

→ Brennan let him pull away and reached for the shampoo, figuring he would wash his hair while he was in there. Running his hands through his hair, he waited until the shampoo washed away before glancing back over at Sigmund. "So," he said softly. "Are you going to head home?" He wasn't sure if he was allowed to ask the older man to stay the night.

→ "Are you politely kicking me out?" Sigmund teased, unsure of what to make of that question. Maybe it was one thing to fool around with him, but quite another to sleep with him. Sigmund would understand either way, but he wanted to make sure that was the case and he wasn't just jumping to worrisome conclusions.

→ "No," Brennan said, grabbing Sigmund by the hand. "I just thought you would want to..." he trailed off. "If you want to stay, you totally can." He hadn't spent the night with anyone in ages either and it was getting awfully lonely in that big waterbed.

→ The only question about staying as far as Sigmund was concerned was which wolf he hoped answered the phone when he called to tell them he wasn't going to be in tonight. "Yeah--I'd like to stay." The more he could bathe himself in Brennan's scent, the better. Somehow he still thought that come morning regret would set in for the younger man and Sigmund would be left with whatever memories he could collect now. Turning off the shower, he grabbed a towel that was hanging on the rack, tossing it at Brennan. "Got any more of those?"

→ "Uh...yeah?" Brennan wrapped it around his waist and went over to the closet across from the mirror to grab a fresh towel for Sigmund. "Here you go," he smiled. "I think I want to finish that slice of pizza you stole from me before," he grinned, heading back out into the bedroom to find himself something to sleep in.

→ Sigmund was going to have to sleep in his boxers, but he was fine with that, given that's frequently what he slept in at home. Folding up his clothes neatly and setting them on a chair, Sigmund took out his cell phone and called the house. When Pirate answered he was relieved. The conversation was quick, but he was sure he was going to get suspicious looks when he finally did get home.

→ By the time Sigmund finished his call, Brennan was waiting back in the bed. The movie was playing again and he had the box of cold pizza on his lap, already devouring one slice. "Want some?" He asked, holding the box toward Sigmund with a smile. "I put the movie back on," he said, patting the spot beside him.

→ Eating pizza in bed, something that appealed to him greatly, but something he wouldn't necessarily be caught dead doing back home. Having to grin at that notion, he crawled into Brennan's bed happily, taking a slice of pizza and munching it down with gusto. "Can I say again how glad I am you rescued me from Sandra?" He could not imagine eating pizza in bed with her, or even having a drink with her.

→ "Sure, say it again," Brennan grinned, scooting over to lean against Sigmund. "Think how jealous she's gonna be when I tell her about the amazing handjob you gave me," he teased, biting at Sigmund's jaw playfully before reaching for another slice of pizza.

→ "You know, I actually wouldn't mind if you did. Though I'd have to get my own coffee and I'd never be able to take another hour lunch again." But it might be worth it to see the look on her face when Brennan came flouncing in to tell her about said handjob. Scooting down in bed, Sigmund commandeered a pillow and settled in to half-watch the movie until he fell asleep.

→ Tossing the empty pizza box on the floor, Brennan had to laugh at that. "I'll think about it," he laughed. "Maybe the next time she has you cornered," he teased. "Cause you know it'll happen." He snuggled down next to Sigmund and yawned, trying to keep his attention on the movie even though his eyes kept closing on their own.

→ This was far too comfortable. Sliding his fingers through Brennan's still wet hair, Sigmund sighed with contentment. Long before the movie was over, he'd drifted into a restful sleep.

→ If the movie wasn't enough to lull Brennan to sleep, the comforting rhythm of Sigmund's deep and even breaths behind him definitely did the trick. He was completely out before the movie ever ended, the most comfortable he'd been in ages.