Kanuna Oliver (kanuna) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-02-21 11:01:00 |
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“What’s that?” Kanuna asked as soon as Sam came through the door of the apartment. He rolled off the couch, nose twitching, and approached the other man to smell him more closely. He leaned in close and sniffed.
“Who is she?” He smiled slyly at Samuel and crossed his arms in front of him. The smell of another werewolf, a female werewolf, clung to Samuel’s skin. Sam was quite honestly looking forward to a really hot shower. Something to help his aching muscles and maybe just maybe ease the exhaustion that had set in not too long after he’d finished eating breakfast with Bree. As Kanuna approached Sam withdrew by only a little and if anything just gave the other wolf a hell of a lot more neck for him to sniff. “Her name is Bree,” he shared as he shrugged out of his jacket and rolled his neck as it felt stiff and he just felt out of sorts. “I met her during the full moon and we uh grabbed breakfast together.” "You uh," Kanuna mimicked in a teasing way. "Come on. Out with it. What else happened?" He was interested in something happening to Samuel in the romantic sense, or at least sex. While he knew his friend was a catch, Samuel had often been too busy with taking care of his family or his work to seek any kind of companionship. The fact that he was living with someone was a huge step. “Well we clearly got into it during the full moon of the injuries we woke up with were any indication.” Sam trailed through to the kitchen to rummage out in the fridge for a drink, energy drink to be exact. He honestly felt dead on his feet. “But we must have worked things out because I wasn’t alone when I woke up this morning.” It had been a very long time since Sam had last been in a relationship or had sex for that matter. It was honestly a miracle he stayed as sane and as calm as he did all things considered. “What did you get up to this full moon?” "You fought with another werewolf on the full moon?" Kanuna followed him, trailing on his heels. "Why? Was it her territory? Please tell me you're not that stupid." When confronted by the same question, Kanuna retreated a step. "Nothing. Just had a look around. I was going to find you, but... well we didn't make plans or anything and I didn't want to assume and..." he sighed. "And anyway, this isn't about me, it's about you and, what even is her name? Did you fuck before you took her to breakfast?" He had an impish grin now. “I don’t know, I can’t remember,” Sam fired back as he downed half the drink in one go. “And excuse me for not totally getting werewolf etiquette. It’s not like I had a teacher or anything.” Cue a pointed look at Kanuna as he didn’t really appreciate being called stupid this early on after a full moon. Kanuna was hiding something. Sam could see it. Hell he could almost smell it. But a lot of years had passed and they were still working out boundaries of what was or was not okay. “Bree, I just told you that,” Sam said as he trailed his hands through his hair and ruffled the strands free of the band holding it in place. “And no I did not fuck her before I took her to breakfast.” In the same way the two brothers were working out their new boundary lines, Kanuna was working out where he could and could not insert himself into Samuel’s werewolf training or coaching. It was why he hadn’t stalked him on the full moon, though he’d wanted to, now that his secret was out. It was all a part of respecting Samuel’s space. If he wanted his help now that he knew, he would ask. Although Kanuna wasn’t completely sure that was true, either. So, when Sam snapped back at him, Kanuna felt the blow in his chest and flinched before he stepped back further, coming around the counter to put it between himself and Samuel. In a much more somber tone, he commented, “Bree. Right. So you did mention that.” He sighed and leaned forward on the counter, clasping his hands together as he stretched his back. “You’re hopeless with women, you know that?” Sam sighed as it was clear his words had hurt the other wolf and his brother to be exact. “Sorry, I’m just ratty, tired and sore. Really fucking sore. Starting to think I should book in for a massage after the full moon.” Honestly he’d give anything for the pain in his limbs to just stop. He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not hopeless. I just work differently from well other guys or whatever.” Kanuna gave a small shrug. "Don't apologize to me, okay? I feel bad enough already. And don't worry. You'll get used to the pain." He held his hand out for the drink, wiggling his fingers. "Unless you can really afford a professional massage once a month." "If by work differently you mean don't work at all, then yeah, you work differently." A smile crept back onto Kanuna's face and he propped his chin in his hands. Sam rolled his eyes and handed over the drink in question. “And I can for the record afford a professional massage once a month.” He made very good money as a tattoo artist and had in the recent years garnered quite a savings pot as he was sensible with his money but never stingy. That much he hoped was evident in how he’d basically filled the cupboards and the fridge so that Clara had more to eat than cereal. He flipped Kanuna the bird and just shook his head, hands clasping his upper arms because they seemed to hurt the most. “Or maybe just maybe I didn’t want to make a move on a naked woman who like me was feeling vulnerable as anything after a full moon.” Kanuna took it and drained the rest of it, sighing with satisfaction before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crunched the empty can with the other. Making a toss, he barely missed the trash bin and the can bounced off to the side. Rolling his eyes, Kanuna went to fetch it. "Why don't you hire a maid while you're at it, Mr. Fancy Pants?" He picked up the can and made another shot where he stood, doing a little hop to hopefully give it a better arch, but once again he had the can bouncing off the lip of the bin. This time he didn't fetch it, just put his hands on his hips and gave Sam a look. "You're both werewolves. There's no such thing as modesty. It's just a naked body. Don't be such a baby." “And here I thought that’s what I had you for in return for putting a roof over your head,” Sam commented with a lift of his eyebrow as he watched Kanuna basically help himself to the rest of his drink unapologetically. Had he always been this way or was he only just noticing these things with time and distance on his side? And then he called him a “baby” and Sam’s expression darkened. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise being a good guy and not perving on a naked woman I barely know is what you would consider me being a baby. Also neither of us started out as wolves or been turned as long as you so it’s different.” Honest to the Gods, what was Kanuna’s problem? What Sam did or did not do with his personal life was exactly that: his and going about things the way Kanuna was would not turn out well for either of them. “Come on, brother. You ought to remember I’m no good at all that stuff.” And it had only gotten worse as Kanuna had lived on the streets and not owned many possessions needing to be tidied or put in their rightful places. Kanuna rolled his eyes dramatically. “I can’t believe you’re such a prude that you’d call a natural biological response to seeing a naked woman perving. I didn’t say you should’ve done it nonconsensual. Jesus.” Kanuna hunted down the can again and picked it up, pointing at Samuel and largely ignoring the dark look on his face as he continued to tease. “This is why you never got any action growing up. You were too shamed of your own sexuality and see physical attraction to someone as something to be ashamed of. You can't even admit to it!” He took another shot at the bin and this time made it in, letting out a crow of victory. “First try.” Kanuna should record himself one of these days and play it back and see how much of a dick he sounded like right now. Attributing basic respect for another person to being a prude who wasn’t comfortable with his sexuality. “Wow,” Sam drawled. “That’s what you take from what I said? Really, Kanuna? Do you have any idea how much of a douche you sound like right now?” He shook his head. “If you don’t then I don’t fucking know what to tell you. Also, you’re gay, you’re literally the least qualified to give me advice on women.” Sam held up a hand. “And for the record just because I didn’t crow about my conquests did not mean I didn’t get action.” He did have his attention on his family but even Sam had needs, needs he got taken care of very well thank you very much. “How about you stop insulting me and check yourself before you say something you can’t and I won’t let you take back?” Sam was so tired, bone tired, and just sore. He did not have the required patience to deal with this. Kanuna pressed his lips together and let out a sigh through his nose. He’d forgotten how much of a down to earth guy Samuel was. It’d been a long time since he’d been around someone like that, someone well-grounded and comfortable with their place in life. Or, well, for the most part, anyway. Samuel also had his flaws. “Relax, my brother! I’m just giving you a hard time.” He stepped up and clouted Samuel on the shoulder, not as hard as he could’ve, but in a companionable way. “And I don’t see what me being gay has to do with anything. Just replace the pronoun and the situation would still apply. So.” He smirked at Samuel. Before Sam could go on another well-deserved tirade, Kanuna interjected, “You know what’ll cure your aches and moans after the moon? A good run. Get your shoes.” He turned away to go dig through his own bag for a worn pair of sneakers. Sam at this point looked at Kanuna like he had in fact grown two additional heads. "A run? Right after a full moon? A full moon where I got into it with another wolf? Really?" That honestly sounded like his worst nightmare. "I just want to take a hot shower, pop a couple painkillers and pass out for a couple hours." He didn't think that was too much to ask for though he was half serious about looking to book in a massage after every full moon. "I can't think of anything worse." “Hey, look at me.” Kanuna snapped his fingers and then used two to point at his own eyes. “Trust me,” Kanuna said earnestly, with feeling. “There’s always something worse. And besides, I’m the veteran here. Do you see me limping around like a dog that got hit by a car? No. Why? Because I went for a run.” He smiled and sat on the couch to tug his shoes on. “It gets your blood heated up, pushes oxygen through you, engages your werewolf healing faster than bitching and moaning in your bed the day after.” "Riiiiiight," Sam drawled, clearly not at all sold on the idea. He'd really been looking forward to a shower because his clothes smelt like woods but he knew that look in Kanuna's eyes well enough to know that he wasn't going to let this go. Sam let out a slow breath and gestured. "Lemme just get changed." He pushed away from the counter, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it over the nearby counter before his fingers snagged on the hem of his t-shirt and he lifted it up to ball it up and put it along with his jeans and socks after having kicked off his boots into the nearby washing machine so eventually he was just clad in his dark boxer briefs. This gave a full experience of the Sam as he was now, tall, lean, muscled, tattooed and more importantly scarred. He moved in the direction of his room to rummage out appropriate jogging clothes. Kanuna did take note of Sam's nearly naked form - how could he not? He'd just tried to explain why to Samuel, but the man who was like a brother to Kanuna still thought it would be pervy, so Kanuna kept his mouth shut and shook his head as he laced up his shoes and stood up to go make sure Samuel hadn't decided to take a nap instead. "Nice room," he said from the doorway, propping a shoulder against the doorframe to peer inside Samuel's private den. Kanuna had a sleeveless shirt and some basketball shorts, the same thing he'd been wearing when Sam got back. "Spend a lot of time in here?" It smelled deeply of Sam, but that was to be expected. Oh, it was so tempting to simply faceplant into his bed and give into the exhaustion which seemed to be creeping over him like a not so delicate lover. Not that he could as Kanuna was hot on his heels. Dammit. His room was thankfully pretty tidy though he was suddenly super self conscious about everything in his room including the littering of half finished sketches and the cork board on the nearby wall which had photographs of family, home and also some ideas for clients and their tattoos. "I sleep and sketch in here," Sam replied with a shrug as he slipped into a pair of jogging pants then sorted through his drawers to locate a dark wifebeater than he tugged on. While Sam dressed, Kanuna helped himself inside and wandered over to the desk. He slid the pages around, checking out the art. “Wow, you’ve really come a long way,” he commented, picking up a particular sketch of a pine tree with an artistically worked in symbolic sun. He smirked and looked over at Samuel. “Remember the hours we used to spend trying to draw each other?” Sitting in the shady forest on a hot summer day, face to face, trying to get the details perfect on their individual pages. Those days and others spent with Samuel and their friends had been around the time Kanuna had discovered he was decidedly gay. Samuel hadn’t even batted an eyelash when he told his best friend. An expression of sadness came over Kanuna’s face and he put the page down. Those days felt like someone else’s life. The life of someone who wouldn’t ever put that friendship at risk. What kind of an idiot would do that? “Mm I remember,” Sam said with a small fond smile. “You would never sit still.” He was certain he still had those sketches somewhere as despite leaving everything and everyone he knew behind he had taken a few things to remember that life by. He turned his head in time to catch the look on Kanuna’s face and frowned, shifting ever so slightly so he could rest his hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeeze firmly. “You’re going to have to let me sketch you now you realise that right?” Kanuna looked up at Samuel when he touched his shoulder and his smile returned. "Only if I can do one of you. And no promises I still won't sit still." He chuckled and gave Samuel's abdomen a fond pat. "You all set to work out? You're gonna hate it, but it'll be so worth it at the end, I promise." Sam grimaced faintly because he was quite honestly not looking forward to this run in any shape or form. "This better be worth it or you and me," Sam gestured between himself and Kanuna, " are gonna have issues." He located socks and bent down to dig under his bed until sure enough he latched fingers in his sneakers before taking a seat as he tugged them on. “Issues, huh?” Kanuna’s smile stretched into a grin and, just when Samuel thought it was safe to put on his shoes in peace, the other wolf pounced on him and tackled him back onto the bed. “I’ve got your issues right here!” He knew Samuel was aching, but a little bit of puppy-ish wrestling would be a good warm up to their run. “Come on, you’re not rusty, are you?” He teased as he wrangled to get Sam’s arms pinned. Kanuna hadn’t played like this since he was on the reservation. It felt good being with Sam again, and just like a wolf pack with its young ones learning how to fight by wrestling, so was Kanuna playing with Samuel as a lesson but also as a bonding thing. He even nipped at Samuel's shoulder with a growl. Sam's eyes widened when he was suddenly tackled in a way that he hadn't been in a very long time. Childhood to be exact. They'd rough housed back on the reservation but at some point they had both seemingly outgrown it or it became less socially acceptable. Either or. He was thankfully a lot stronger now than he had been when he was younger and was managing to field Kanuna's ridiculously long arms as his friend tried to get him pinned. "Surprising me like that was low down and dirty," Sam admitted through a burst of laughter. The nip at his shoulder was unexpected but as Kanuna followed it up with a growl it made a bit more sense and Sam used that moment to hook his arm around Kanuna's neck to tug him down and reach for his hair to mess it up. Kanuna found himself pinned down and before he could struggle out of it, his hair was ruffled. He laughed loudly and put his hands out to either side in surrender. "Alright! Uncle, uncle, you win!" He squirmed away and shook his head much like a dog would shake off water, then reached up to retie it into a knot. "You better be able to keep up, brother." Grinning, Kanuna headed to the door at a trot. Sam snorted and was by the time Kanuna had wiggles free sat upright on his bed with his weight braced on hands that were behind him. “Don’t worry, I intend to.” And with that he got up, tied his own hair back and headed out of Kanuna. |