Mike limped towards Alex's sensible-to-a-fault four door silver Hyundai, wincing with every step. Alex had easily darted through the forest, his feet were tough enough to walk over sharp rocks, his balance sure, and his mental map of the woods nearly perfect.
Mike, on the other hand, had fallen on his ass every few minutes, and had started bleeding from both feet thanks to his total lack of woodcraft and barefoot activity. Plus he was sure they'd been wandering in circles, and had made that comment clear. No amount of "we've been walking downhill this entire time, how can we be going in circles?" could shake that.
Now that they were at the car, he practically broke down in tears in relief.
"Sorry about all that. I can't shift during the day, and I really can't carry you." The 90 lbs wimp said apologetically, looking at the red tinged footprints.
"Yeah, it's fine. I've dealt with worse. Just give me a bit to sleep." Mike said, leaning against the car, suddenly hyper-aware they were in public and naked.
Alex shook his head. "I have a medical kit in the car. Just sit down, I'll take care of it." He popped the trunk, and unlocked the door. Mike looked hesitantly at the light colored faux-leather, until Alex threw him a towel and he could wipe off some of the mud he'd picked up.
Alex did the same with his feet and hands, casually cleaning himself off on the roadside, before walking over to Mike and looking at his feet. "Shouldn't be an issue, have alcohol right here. Just need to clean it out." He knelt down and started carefully fixing the wounds.
Mike felt a familiar stirring in his crotch, as this cute guy was helping him, though a much more powerful rhythmic clenching in his ass grabbed his attention as well. Alex's breaths deepened, and his cock stirred as well. He looked up, either in confusion or anticipation, and noticed Mike's manhood staring him in the face. A wicked gleam took over, and he opened his mouth, hands coming up, when a flash of... something darted across his face and he shook his head.
He professionally finished bandaging Mike, and got into the car, while Mike sat there confused and inexplicably hurt.
The two drove away in silence, heading somewhere. Mike wanted to ask questions, such as "where are we going" but was hampered by two things. One, he suddenly felt like he'd spent the entire night doing vigorous exercise and, two, he realized that the sun rises before 5 am in the summer. Allergic to the idea of two four o'clocks in one day, he leaned against the glass and fell asleep.
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Not long afterwards, Mike was nudged awake. He blinked blearily in the early morning air. "Erm, what?" They were outside an apartment building, and Alex was wearing a towel around his waist, poking Mike through the open window.
"We're at my apartment. If you want to come in, you're welcome to. If not, I'll call an Uber, and grab you some clothes." Alex said, apparently trying to control his emotions, and started walking inside.
"I'll come up!" Mike said, his enthusiasm surprising himself. "I mean, I need to take a shower anyway, and I'd like to know more about what's going on."
Alex nodded, and the two took the stairs and two hallways to get to Alex's door. Alex was far enough ahead that he had to poke his head around the corner a few times to make sure Mike found the right place. And he had the apartment door open by the time Mike caught up. Mike walked through into a fairly sparse space, kitchenette, large computer setup, some random posters, and an exercise area. A couple doors probably opened into closets, the bathroom, and the bedroom.
"You can take the first shower, I have something I need to take care of." Alex said gruffly, pointing to one of the doors and walking over to his computer. Mike nodded and walked in. Not much to say, clean, no objectionable design choices, an array of functional over beautifying products, and a plunger. It was the Hyundai all over again. Boring practicality.
Mike shrugged. Whatever, it was still a shower. He turned on the water and hopped in, then realized that he didn't know where another towel was. The one he'd walked in with was smeared with mud and worse.
Mike walked out of the shower and headed for the door. He opened it and looked out. "Hey Alex, do you have-" Mike stopped when he saw Alex angrily pushing a massive bulge in his towel down, evidently trying to control his libido. Come to think of it, Mike hadn't seen Alex's front since they'd sat down in the car. Was Mike making Alex that horny? Would have made sense from how he acted as a wolf...
Alex spun around at the noise, looking like a teen who had been caught white handed, the clear outline under the towel, complete with a wet spot near the head, surged upwards. Alex looked at himself with undisguised disgust, and gave up on trying to keep the towel on.
"Is there anything you need?" Alex asked, trying to keep up something approaching the demeanor of a good host. The gritted teeth, leaking precum, and heavy towel hanging off a massive pole might have undermined that to a degree.
"Erm, I need a clean towel."
"Use one of mine, they're clean."
"And I'd like some soap."
"There's a few in the shower."
"And a nice cock to suck on."
Alex's hips shuttered at that, and the massive hunk of meat slapped against Alex's stomach. "Erm, that might not be a good idea." He said in a slightly strangled voice.
"Why not?"
