Who: Drei Kovac and Rowan Stark What: Because enjoying naked cuddles after full moons does mean something. Where: Rowan’s apartment, NYC. When: Thursday, March 24th, sometime soon after dawn. Warnings: PG-13; some semi-clothed snuggling and making out.
It was the first time since Drei had started running with Rowan on full moons that it had been even close to warm enough that they could have gotten away with napping naked in the woods after they’d changed back until they were ready to get up and move somewhere safer. Of course, since Rowan’s friends had been with them again, there hadn’t been any sleeping in the woods at all, not when there were other animals around that couldn’t exactly curl up with them. That, and Drei as a wolf wasn’t exactly comfortable with Phoenix as a dog. Something about needing to establish which of them was the alpha, or something, which didn’t play into it for Phoenix because he wasn’t a real dog when he was transformed.
It was complicated. Drei was used to being a wolf being simple, but he’d get used to the change.
They still went back to Rowan’s apartment afterward, this time it was just with Wyatt and Phoenix there, too, everybody going off to sleep in their own bedrooms while Drei crashed on the couch. Not that he was complaining. It wasn’t the worst couch he’d ever slept on. It wasn’t the worst compared to some of the beds that he’d slept on, in cheaper motels and hostels. The wolf part of him was still grumpy about having missed out on cuddles again, but Drei would get used to that, too. He just wished he could have gotten used to it a little less cold turkey.
Drei had stopped for a drink of water in the kitchen before heading for the couch, rinsing the stale taste out of his mouth that a night of running around as an animal always gave him. He knew where everything was in Rowan’s apartment, by now. He’d been there enough times to memorize the whole layout, except the bedrooms. He’d never been in those. Mostly, he hung out when Rowan’s roommates were off doing something else. It wasn’t like Rowan was his only friend, or him Rowan’s. They had lives outside of running around in the woods. Sometimes, those lives included each other. Sometimes they didn’t. That was easy enough.
Except Drei kind of liked it when they did, more than when they didn’t. He’d told Juno it was probably just that Rowan was the first person he’d really connected to, after breaking up with Corbin. He still thought that was probably true, but that didn’t make them being friends any less important just because of that. It didn’t make the fact that Rowan was the guy who’d bought him a drink when he needed it most, who’d let him crash on his couch whenever he needed it, who’d had his back, mean less. Just like the fact that Drei enjoyed it when they ended up cuddled up naked in the mornings after full moons didn’t make it any more than that. No matter what Juno said.
“Shee-it.” Drei groaned and stretched after he put his cup down on the counter. His back popped like a series of gunshots. “Well. I feel like I just had a wolf rip out of me, then ripped back out of him, without any rest.” Probably because that was exactly what happened. It was supposed to be… ironic, or something. “Couch is sounding pretty good, right now.”