Wolves at the Door (MMM) by Marie Medina Page B

the
trunk. I’d taken them out and put them on the ground to search for
other stuff and just forgot I’d put them there.”
    The other guy began dabbing at
Steven’s face with a handkerchief. “I’m Aiden, and this is Patrick.
And you, Steven, are bleeding.”
    “ Shit,” Steven said. He
held his hand up and saw the blood. “If you guys can get me home,
I’ll call a tow truck.”
    “ You can do that
tomorrow,” Patrick said. The man looked down at him and took a deep
breath. He held it a moment and then let it out, and Steven could
have sworn the guy sighed. “Your ankle will make it hard for you to
move around. You can stay with us. We’ll push your car into our
driveway so no one will hit it.”
    “ That’s really nice, but I
can’t let you do that,” Steven said.
    “ We’re doing it anyway,”
Patrick said, grabbing one arm and nodding for Aiden to
help.
    Something about Patrick discouraged
Steven from arguing further. “All right,” he said as he tried to
get back to his feet. They put him back in his car.
    Patrick nodded his head at the
steering wheel. “Steer for us. Brake with your other foot if you
need to. It’s pretty level the first hundred feet, so should be
easy.”
    Steven nodded and steered as the two
guys pushed his car. Both men had brown hair, and in the glow of
the overhead light in his car, Steven had seen that Patrick had
very bright green eyes. They were built very well, their muscles
obvious as they pushed the car. Steven felt bad they were pushing
his muddy car in such nice clothes. They’d obviously been out for a
romantic evening. Steven cast his eyes down, feeling bad about
ogling them. He’d never persuade them to introduce him to any gay
friends if he acted like a sleaze, checking out obviously
unavailable men. Moving here was about starting over, away from his
backwards family and his narrow-minded community. Steven knew he
needed to count his blessings and make friends first before
worrying about his dick.
    Patrick came back around and helped
him out of the car. The man smelled so good that Steven had to
force himself not to take a deep breath. Patrick, however, seemed
fond of taking deep breaths. He took two very deep ones as he
helped Steven to their car.
    “ Just sit tight,” Patrick
said before closing the door.
    Steven smiled and sat back, trying to
stretch his ankle to see how bad his injury truly was. He heard the
two men whispering, but he couldn’t make anything out. They both
got into the car quickly, turning back to look at him at the exact
same moment.
    “ You okay?” Aiden
asked.
    Steven nodded. “Yes. I’m
fine.”
    When the car began to move, he lowered
his eyes again. He couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. He was
injured and had mud smeared on his clothes, and he suspected he had
ruined a romantic evening.
     
    ****
     
    “ It’s a good thing we went
with my instinct,” Patrick said, turning back to look at Steven
again. “I usually want dessert, but something made me skip it
tonight.”
    “ Really?” Steven
asked.
    Patrick nodded. The young man in their
backseat was not a shifter, but his scent still got Patrick’s blood
going. Bringing in a non-shifter was by no means taboo, and since
their pack would produce no children anyway, it hardly mattered.
Steven seemed very shy, but it was possible he was only
self-conscious because of the situation.
    Outside the car, Patrick had whispered
to Aiden that their new neighbor was “perfect”. Aiden had blushed
and shaken his head, saying he didn’t want to freak out someone who
lived so close. Patrick had kissed him quickly, telling him not to
worry. Aiden might need convincing, but Patrick suspected Steven
would be open to exploring if he knew Aiden and Patrick were
interested in more than a few fucks.
    “ Yeah, but tonight I just
wanted to head home,” Patrick said. “And I’m glad we did. You might
have been out there a long time or somehow injured yourself worse.
It’s pretty safe out