Caspian sat listening to Arnold chatter on about an upcoming football game that the Pack held each year as he finished off the last of his pulled barbecue. Truth be told he wasn't exactly listening intently; his mind coming up with the last little bits of his makeshift plan. He smiled inwardly, having finished up his heavy thinking, turning his attention back to Arnold.
"So we all go into teams of twelve," he said pushing his plate away from himself. "That's on both sides, you know, even numbers and all," he added with a chuckle, lightly punching Caspian in the arm.
'This asshole doesn't think I know anything about sports.' he told his wolf with a hint of annoyance.
'You don't.'
'Fuck off.' Caspian retorted with a laugh. 'That's not the point!. I could, he just assumed I didn't right away.' His wolf just chuckled at him and went quiet.
"Then we basically beat each other up till we have a winning side." Arnold finished with a big smile on his face. He looked as if he was remembering previous games over the years, though Caspian probably wouldn't be smiling thinking back over getting beat up for a ball.
"So what do you think?." Arnold asked picking up his sweet tea and taking a drink. "You'll be playing with us you know, you can't say no," he added with a smile but Caspian could tell he was serious.
'They're probably looking for a way to tire me out.' he thought. 'Lets make this a bit more fun.'
"Well, as long as I can be on your team and get all hot and sweaty with you, I'd be happy to play." Caspian cooed as he reached across the table and lightly ran his fingers over Arnold's hand causing him to nearly jump out of his seat and knock over his drink as he pulled his hand back.
Caspian giggled as he watched a very flustered Arnold rush to get napkins from the buffet line to clean up the spill, barely making eye contact with him as he got it all cleaned up. He kept looking around nervously, hoping nobody saw Caspian touch his hand.
'Why did you do that?!' his wolf asked.
'Because it's fun watching his squirm.'
'I'll admit, that was pretty funny to watch, but now he won't even look at you!'
Minutes had passed since Arnold cleaned up the table and sat back down, unable to meet Caspian's gaze. Something in his body language told him that Arnold liked him, as more than just a friend and but he belonged to his Alpha; he would never disrespect him that way. Caspian wasn't mated to Blaze yet so, theoretically, he could do something about his attraction to Arnold, with little to no consequences but that would only be an issue if Blaze found out and Caspian sure wasn't planning on telling. Till they properly mated, they were still free wolves, able to do anything or anyone they pleased until they completed their bond and changed their dynamic to the two of them; wolves can be very jealous creatures.
Arnold nervously ran his fingers through his shoulder length jet black hair, that seemed to take on a bluish tint in the sunlight. He pulled out a hair tie from his jean pocket and quickly tied it up in a messy bun. He still couldn't make eye contact with Caspian, there was too much swirling in his mind to communicate.
A tall, buff blond hunk appeared on the patio calling out they were starting the football game and for everyone playing to 'get their asses in gear.' Arnold looked at Caspian sheepishly for the first time since he touched his hand and told them they should get going over. As they walked Caspian noticed Arnold glancing his way more than a few times and smiled inwardly; his instincts in men at least weren't failing him. As they approached the area they had cut out and marked to resemble a football field, but on a much smaller scale, Arnold told Caspian to wait for a moment and went to talk to the blond hunk. Caspian took a seat on one of the several metal bleachers they had lined up along the field. A few moments later he came trotting back over with a sad expression and Caspian was sure he knew was coming.
"Hey, Thomas said we have both teams full right now, but it may change after the second game." He looked at the ground relaying this message and Caspian was sure he was lying and avoiding eye contact because of it.
"Oh, that's fine I guess, I um, I can just watch you all play." Caspian couldn't help the disappointment that crept into his voice. He was regretting his touching Arnold's hand, no matter how fun it was to see him squirm because now he was trying to ditch him. If Arnold hadn't liked him beyond friendship he doubted it would be taking this turn. Just as Arnold was turning around to join the others Caspian reached out and tugged his shirt sleeve to stop him.
"Look, Arnold, I'm sorry about, well, before on the patio," he began, "I just thought that maybe we liked each other is all and I wanted to just show my interest, it's not like we have mates here." he joked with a small laugh. Caspian had to keep up the pretense that he knew nothing and this was one way to do that and frankly have a little fun before he became Blaze's butt slut, er, 'submissive king'.
"It's...fine. I am too but its...complicated, very complicated. I can't, we can't and it's not the right time or place to explain why. I will and things will make sense soon." Arnold looked dejected as he spoke and Caspian could sense the pain within him. He really did like him, maybe even more than Caspian realized.
Caspian nodded and Arnold went off to the join the others. The bleachers soon began to fill up with the other wolves pouring in to watch the two teams battle it out and suddenly he was very grateful he wasn't playing because they were completely brutal; punching, kicking, throwing, shoving and Caspian was wondering if he was watching football or battle royal. He started to notice their cuts and bruises, or in some cases wounds, were healing nearly as quickly as they happened and even though as werewolves they are able to heal very quickly they cannot heal that fast. Upon looking around he spotted a group of six sitting near the sidelines on the ground that comprised of three men and three women; witches and warlocks. Caspian looked closer and saw their magic as they channeled it into a healing ray of light to each player; something only another magic bearer could see. As he watched them, a witch with long blond hair cut her eyes to him and for a moment their eyes locked and she slowly bowed her head down in recognition of him and he returned the gesture; it was a mutual show of respect. She returned her gaze back to the game and their task at hand. Clearly, this was a violent football match where you could do whatever damage you liked to another player and you didn't have to worry about it because you, your teammates and your rivals were being healed.
Soon the first game came to close with Arnold's team taking the win. Caspian cheered with the others and decided to take a much-needed bathroom break before the second game began and made his way back up to the house. Inside he found the three bathrooms on the lower level were full, so he made his way up the stairs and found one just behind the kitchen. It was fairly large with a stunning walk in shower, granite vanity and a self flushing toilet. After he was finished using the bathroom, there was fast knocking on the door.
"Just a minute please!" Caspian called out as he finished washing his hands. He hurriedly wiped them on his jeans and reached for the door, unlocking it. Just as he opened it he was quickly pushed back inside, spinning around nearly colliding into the glass of the walk in shower. When he heard the door lock he quickly turned around to see Arnold standing in front of him, his chest heaving. He was covered in sweat, dirt, and grass with various blood stains on his clothing. His eyes were wild and filled with lust like Caspian had never seen before. As he moved closer his sweaty, manly smell assaulted Caspian's senses, igniting his own desire. Arnold stopped in front of him and placed his thick hands on Caspian's hips and pulled their bodies together. He leaned his tall 6ft1 frame down to Caspian's 5ft5 one and pressed his lips roughly into his, demanding entrance with his tongue. Caspian eagerly obliged, allowing him in and their tongues dueled for supremacy, with Arnold's as the winner. He soon felt Arnold's erection pressing against his stomach and gasped into the kiss, bringing his hand to rub it through his jeans, feeling his own cock stirring. Arnold broke their kiss and they both took in deep breaths of air gazing into each others eyes. Arnold brushed Caspian's bangs out of his eyes.
"Please," Arnold said in a low voice filled with emotion, "I need to be with you right now if you'll have me."
"Yes." Caspian breathed, giving himself over to Arnold. They hastily undressed each other and once their clothing was in a pile on the floor their eyes roamed over the others body.
Arnold was thickly built and without his clothing on, it was clear to see that his soft tummy still had hard muscle underneath. His golden skin still shining from his sweat and his manly smells filled the bathroom. He was covered all over in thick black fur with a perfect treasure trail leading to his thick cock and heavy balls. He was already at full mast, an impressive 8 inches that stood out proudly from his groin.
Caspian stood pale as snow against Arnold's bronze exterior. His body was covered in a decent amount of strawberry blond fur, the thickest of it under his arms and above his cock. He preferred his natural body hair the way it was, unkempt and wild. His uncut cock had a slight downward curve, his ex once told his it reminded him of Gonzo's nose from the Muppet's, though not curved that extreme. His balls hung high from excitement, so he pushed them back down. He could feel his hole twitching in anticipation of Arnold's thick cock invading his tight ring as he knew he couldn't go without having him inside himself.
'We shouldn't do this! If Blaze finds out-'
'Right now I couldn't give two fucks if Blaze is outside that door, we are doing this. Don't tell me you aren't excited, I can feel it.'
'You're right, but when the roof caves in...I told you so.'
