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[At least he can count on it being overlooked by larger predatory types. And with the unmistakable odor of wolf cats won't bother. Once inside, the garage area is made up like someone's patio. Frank shakes out his fur and begins the change.

It always feels good after a run, like all your muscles have stretched the way they're meant to and then brought back together in a different shape. A strange deep tissue massage. Of course now that he's a man again, he's in the buff.

Not like he's got anything Peter hasn't seen. And it was bound to happen if they're truly taking this to relationship levels.]

[ Peter shakes his fur out too once he's up on his feet again. He stills long enough to see Frank change and looks away, down, wherever else except at the naked man in front of him. While he was more prone to wolf instincts when in this form, his own anxiousness still managed to get the better of him.

On top of all the times he imagined this... In his room. At night. Trying to get to sleep.

He also forgets to start changing back, himself. ]

[Frank takes a seat and reaches for a towel he left out for himself for the sweat or if he ran through any wet grass or streams. Whether or not he had planned on meeting with Peter he was going to go for a run. Now that their is company he'll have to find another. He has enough sense to also drape it over his own lap.

Except Peter is still furry.]

I guess this was kind of forward of me. I didn't mean to surprise you.

[Fuzzy faces are not easy to read this side of the change. Though there's a prickling of a smell of arousal. And Peter is still standing here.]

...you okay?

[He reaches out with an open palm, permission to pet him.]

[ Peter isn't sure at first, ducking his head down and looking up at the hand with large wolf eyes. But he does eventually pad over and lick at Frank's palm before rubbing his head against it. There's a soft whine, a paw tapping the top of Frank's foot. ]

It's okay. No rush. Really.

[Which sounds pretty fucking stupid to say to his own ears when he's buck naked. He hopes Peter gets what he means. Given the permission he strokes his head and scratches a little at the scruff of his neck.]

I can go and put something on.

[ Peter pushes his head up into the hand, eyes closing as he enjoys what it feels like. It's a whole different sensation than nuzzling.

He turns slightly and his body bumps up against Frank's legs before he's flopping down, all the running from the night finally catching up to him. He's surprisingly tired. ]

[Fingers comb through his fur. It's soft at the roots close to the skin and more dense. All the better to protect him and keep him dry. Frank slowly brings his other hand into the action. There's more care in it than simply petting an animal. It's Peter. And it's a treat as well as an honor to be allowed to touch him in this body.]

Tuckered out already?

[His large hand fits so easily between Peter's ears on his head.]

...I can carry you in if you need it.

[Because the garage does get cold. Frank's gutted the place to make it more like an apartment. Just another thing that is hidden in plain sight in the city.]

[ He trusts Frank. He's realizing now that he's trusted him for a long time and his hands are so gentle. Soothing, too. Peter feels like he could very well go to sleep like this, taking in deep breaths as the night catches up to him.

He gives a soft 'woof' at the question and moves his head to lick at Frank's wrist.

Normally, he wouldn't agree to be carried like this but he's willing to make an exception tonight. ]

[These hands have held guns and knives. Many would believe them to be weapons themselves. He holds up Peter's long face below his chin while the other keeps stroking down his snout to his forehead.]

Okay.

[The towel shifts and Frank leans over to get a good grip on his body before slowly crouching and then standing. Privacy removes the ludicrous image of a naked man holding a wolf. He walks with careful purpose through a small door way into a living room area and a little past it to lay Peter down on a bed. One more pet to him before he moves about to get clothes.

For himself and for Peter if he wishes. As a guest he has full run of the place.]

[ Peter knows what other wolves think of Frank. His Aunt isn't exactly a fan, either. But the way Frank carries him, the way they were together as wolves, Peter knows he made the right call. He gives another soft whine after he's set down and shakes out the fur around his neck.

By the time Frank turns back to the bed, Peter is back in his human form and using the covers to cover his own lap. He gives a small laugh, cheeks getting hot as he averts his eyes up to Frank's face. ]

Thanks. I, uh-- I guess I was more tired than I thought.

[Even in the game of survival there are heroes and villains it seems. Frank is no one's hero there. Though he knows where he stands and his beliefs are unshakable. He'll stand and support what's right and be the one to not hesitate in the vital moments that require a kill.

Just because that's in him doesn't mean tender emotions are nonexistent. He is slipping on sweatpants and a shirt. Looks like they're back to people.]

It's fine. You're welcome here.

[Not like he would have just left Peter in the other room alone. Once dressed Frank reaches out to brush hair back from the top of the younger man's head.]

[ Peter smiles softly at the words and tilts his head back into the hand, almost like he's still in his wolf form, ]

I am? Just like that?

Did you think there'd be some kind of a test or something?

[Both wolves, both heroes. And those are the largest of their secrets. And their mutual admittance of attraction has cleared the air. If Peter changes his mind, then at least it would be with comfort and respect.

Because he's responding just so, he combs his hair back again, slower.]

[ Peter closes his eyes as Frank's hand slows, ]

I don't know. I've never really done this sort of thing before...

You got just as much a right to say what you want all the same. Okay?

[Frank sits down on the bedding beside Peter. He's not stopping the motion that has become more like petting.]

Like "Hey Frank, I'm tuckered out and I don't want to fuck around so just hold me" or whatever you want.

[ Peter laughs again and opens his eyes to look over at Frank, ]

Would you hold me? If I wanted?

I would.

[See? Not like he's completely stuck in being respectful and at a distance. Knowing Peter is exploring this for himself as much as he is for Frank they're gonna enjoy every step along the way.]

[ He opens his eyes enough to look at Frank from under his lashes, ]

I might need to borrow some clothes...

[ Because he's pretty sure if he's naked when they cuddle... things might go a little too fast. ]

[Those damn eyes and that fucking face. Frank swallows and nods.]

Yeah. Of course.

[One more fond pet to his hair before he pulls back to his dresser for a spare shirt and pants. Peter's young and figuring things out. Sex is grand and all but they're looking at long term. That requires more than just a run in their other skin and a roll in the sheets.]

Here.

[Set before him. He respectfully averts his eyes.]

I'll get us some water.

[So he's not staring and appraising more than he has been.]

[ He ducks his head to try and hide his grin, the blush filling his cheeks again. The thought of doing more with Frank is tempting but he wants it to feel right for both of them. Not just get ahead of himself because he's easily excited.

And Frank deserves more consideration than that. ]

Thank you.

[ He tugs the shirt on as Frank starts to leave and the sweatpants follow. Both are too big on him but they smell like Frank and that makes them perfect. He'll forget himself for a moment and flop back onto the bed, face planting on the blankets and pillows and taking in a big suck of the scent before rolling around on it. ]

[Stepping into the small kitchen area barefoot gives him his own breather. Two cool bottles of water. Just touching them has made him realize how heated he's become. Touch between them has been so so easy. And it all started with a random meeting over pizza. Can life and fate really be that giving after so much?

Okay, Castle. Slow your roll. Peter is here and he is happy. There is a connection here. That doesn't mean they just jump right on into it. Bottles in hand, he passes through back to the bedroom.]

Comfortable?

[ Immediately, Peter stops in his rolling, pretending to his stretch out while an embarrassed laugh bubbles out, ]

Yeah! It's a--it's a really nice bed.

[Frank chuckles and steps to put the water on the nightstand.]

Don't stop on my behalf. It really is terrific. I usually don't get too picky or wild about beds. This one was a hell of a find.

[It hardly dips as he sits down.]

[ Peter laughs a little more easily, rolling onto his side, facing Frank. ]

I didn't mean to... start doing that. But it smells nice and feels nice and...

[ And his face feels hot again. ]

Thank you again for the clothes.

Helps that you look pretty good there too.

[And he'll even try and shrug that off as nothing. Frank hands him water.]

No problem. Your clothes are at home or...out there somewhere?

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