The alarm blared and I woke suddenly, my mind leaping from sleep to awareness in an instant as it always did. I smiled as I remembered the night before and realised neither of us had moved an inch all night. Oliver's head was on my chest and my arms wrapped around him. I carefully freed one of my arms to thump at the alarm until it stopped. I felt Oliver's foot rubbing against my leg and one hand stroking my hairy chest. His breathing and heart beat telling me he was also awake.
"I don't want to move," I said, "It is kind of time to kick you out though." I sat up, the sheets sticking to my back and falling away with a stinging sensation and the warm, metallic smell of blood filled my nose. I looked behind me to see red stains were my back had been. "The fuck?"
Oliver pushed me forward and looked at my back. "I, er, clawed your back up last night. You didn't notice?"
I rolled my shoulders and feeling the faint painful tug of the wounds. "Guess I was distracted. It'll be healed in a couple of days."
"Consider it revenge for my shoulder."
I looked down to see the bite mark in Oliver's shoulder, the dried blood where my teeth had cut through his flesh and the deep, purple bruising. "I'm sorry. I've never lost control like that before."
Oliver patted my thigh. "I'm not complaining. I almost came again when you did it to be honest."
I sighed. "I'll try to keep that in mind. Come on. Do you want to have a shower here or when I drop you off at your motel?"
"Here, if that's okay. Motel's hot water is a bit spotty,"
"Go for it," I said, point out the door and across the hall, "I'm going to put these sheets on to wash."
A short time later we were both showered, dressed and finishing our bowls of cereal, then we were out the door and in my car. Going through my morning routine had been so easy I could almost forget Oliver was there, just focussing on starting the day. Being in the car was different. In such a small space, his scent was everything, bringing with it memories of our night and making my cock twitch in my pants, desperate for another go.
When I parked outside his motel, Oliver paused. "Was your suggestion of a real date just a polite brush off or did you mean it because we didn't actually make plans?"
"Um, right," I said, "Sorry, I'm not very good at this. Yeah, I want an actual date. I can skip out early on work on Friday and we can get that pizza. I don't really watch movies but if you want to do that as well, you can pick anything."
"You offering to pay too?" Oliver asked with a cheeky grin, "I'm not some withering maiden in need of a chivalrous knight."
"I know but I've just never dated a man properly. I'm used to being the guy. I mean... You know what I mean."
"Well, I'll think about letting you pay if I get to top next time."
"We'll see." I liked the idea of there being a next time. "Friday, then?"
Oliver nodded. "Pick me up from work."
"I look forward to it."
I watched him walk away, appreciating his strong shoulders and round arse. It would have been a walk of shame except that I certainly was not ashamed and from his confident stride, I doubted Oliver was either.
Work was, as ever, work. It was something to focus on other than worry about this upcoming date. It was true what I said, that I had not dated a guy before. Sex was one thing but I had never found one who held my interest or wanted to stick around longer than breakfast. Maybe I had just looked in the wrong places. I did not think it would be too different from dating a girl, just more smellier and hairier, but I was hardly an expert when it came to women either.
As friday drew closer, I was filled with doubts. I did not get along well with others of my kind. Not that I was really that much more comfortable with humans. I prefered to be on my own and avoid all the complications that came with entanglements, especially with the pack.
But I considered the upside as well. I had spent so long suppressing that part of myself, rejecting the pack and only shifting when I had no other choice. I could feel that pull though, that need to run wild and free under the stars. It would be different to run with another and I wondered whether I was ready to share that part of my life with someone, especially someone who understood.
Although I managed to keep my brain on task enough to get through work, my cock had other ideas, I had the self control to keep the worst reactions at bay, even when I caught myself thinking back to my night with Oliver. I did, however, have a permanent semi that I might have been able to ignore if not for it leaking precum through my underwear.
When friday finally came around I was nervous, determined and cautiously optimistic. I was also a little desperate to inhale that wonderful scent once more. I gathered my things from the office, taking some work with me, and left office. At home I quickly changed out of my suit and threw on something I thought said smart casual.
When I got the gallery, Oliver was sitting on the grass outside, a notepad on his knee and a pencil in his right hand dancing across the page. He stopped when I pulled up and packed his things into his bag. I watched him walk over and he looked so calm and I wondered how he could be relaxed when I was a nervous wreck inside. He slid into the car, the tiny space filling with his scent, and he smiled. I breathed in deeply and I could hear him doing the same.
"I know that this is supposed to be a first date but it would be alright if I kissed you?" Oliver asked, "We have already skipped over most of the formalities but I thought you might want to start fresh."
I leaned toward him. "I think I'll risk a kiss."
We did kiss, for a long minute, his lips pressed hard against mine and his breath hot on my face. My cock hardened almost instantly, straining against my pants painfully. Eventually I had to pull away, making the choice to cool off and listen to my complaining stomach rather than give in to my lust and insistent erection.
I breathed heavily, my face just an inch from Oliver's. "I hope this date goes well because I could get used to that."
