Wolf Hunter by Ryan Loveless

brew a less strong batch?” Jaylen asked.
    Westley glanced at it and took a sip. He came away with another grimace, which somehow made him look more attractive. “Practice makes perfect,” he said brightly.
    “Why don’t you dump it and start over? I can help you. I used to be pretty good at cooking.”
    “ Waste not, want not,” Westley said. He pinched Jaylen’s elbow as he pulled him back to the couch. “That’s what Gram says. So, you cook, huh?”
    “ Oh, yeah. I am a terror with a skillet.”
    “ In that case,” Westley grinned, “you are totally on omelette duty in the morning.”
    “ You’re on,” Jaylen said. He only realized when Westley kissed him that he’d basically agreed to spend the night. Putting his hands on Westley’s shoulders, he pushed. “You’re a manipulator, you know that?”
    “ I have ninety channels dedicated solely to sports on my television.”
    Jaylen eased his grip and pulled Westley in for a kiss. “Then I hope you’ve got a spare toothbrush.”
    “Of course,” Westley said. He snuggled against Jaylen’s shoulder, somehow feeling lighter than his size indicated. “I have whatever you need.” Jaylen hooked his arm around him. ESPN was still on and had switched to a soccer game. Jaylen tested his tea. When he didn’t burn his tongue, he took a longer swallow.
    “ Good?” Westley asked.
    “ Yeah.”
    “ It’s the fresh mint. Makes a huge difference. You know, you could grow herbs on the road, set up something in the back of your car—”
    “ Westley, if you’re going to talk about gardening, I am fully willing to tell you to blow me.”
    Rather than look insulted, Westley lit up. “You mean it? I mean, I can stop talking about gardening. I don’t want to pressure you into—”
    “Westley. Please get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth.”
    “ Oh.” Westley flushed as he obeyed. He looked up at Jaylen with a bright, eager smile. “I’m good. You’ll see.”
    Jaylen lay his head back, finding he already believed him.
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    JAYLEN WALKED OUT of Westley’s bedroom wearing his boxers and nothing else. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes.
    “Hey sleepyhead,” Westley said. “Didn’t know if I’d see you before noon.”
    “ Hey,” Jaylen said. He rubbed until the blur representing Westley cleared. He was in the kitchen again. For someone who claimed he didn’t cook, he sure seemed to live in there. “I thought breakfast was my realm today.”
    Westley grinned. “Brunch now.” He walked around the counter, mug in hand. Although he’d slept naked—they both had—now he was wearing a pair of cut off sweatpants along with a ratty T-shirt. “It’s all yours.” He slapped Jaylen’s ass as he passed him. Jaylen caught his hand and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
    “Same tea as yesterday?”
    “ Yep.” Westley carried it over to the couch and sat down. He’d drunk another cup after they’d fucked again. As far as Jaylen could tell, he was mainlining the stuff like he was on an all-liquid diet. Jaylen found a clean skillet and spatula already on the stove. He pulled eggs and fresh spinach from the refrigerator. As he prepped omelettes, his stomach twisted into the beginnings of a cramp. He was almost at his twenty-four hour point on the drug. If he didn’t leave soon, he’d have to detox here. Not his idea of a great morning after.
    No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Westley cried out.
    “West?”
    Westley curled up on the couch clutching his stomach. Jaylen shut the stove off and raced to him. Grabbing Westley’s shoulder, he helped him sit up. “What happened?”
    “Hurts,” Westley said. He curled forward. Tears beaded in his eyes.
    Jaylen stared at his pale face. “Are you going to throw up?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    Forgetting his own pain, Jaylen offered his hand. “Okay, here, hold my hand and ride through the pain. Breathe.”
    Westley glanced up. An ironic smile touched his lips.