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Three days had passed and not a text or a word from Danny. Justin had worked non-stop on the natural experience proposal and even sent a copy to Frank.

The gossip network informed Justin that Frank was now home and recovering. Why Danny hadn’t called or texted to say anything rubbed Justin raw. But Brandon seemed the same as ever. Relaxed and happy.

Tired of dwelling on the issues alone on a late Saturday morning, he drove over to the tattoo shop and found Brandon getting ready to open.

“Hey, I thought you were all about the garage cleaning today.” Brandon kissed him.

“You’re alone?” Justin asked.

“No one scheduled until tonight, and my sister is home sick. I’m just opening and setting up. Too dark to get walk-ins now.” Brandon sat on an old sofa behind the front counter. “What’s wrong?”

Justin shrugged. “I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“It being Danny. That’s a he not an it.” Brandon slouched. “You want more.”

“Shut up. He never even texted back. Not a thank you. Nothing.” Justin flopped next to Brandon.

“We’ll write Ms. Manners.” Brandon jabbed Justin in the ribs. “Cut the guy a break. He’s dealing with his family, which clearly is non-stop drama. His sexuality. His lack of a lifestyle here. And now, he knows about shifters.”

“I know. It’s petty of me, but I feel like he’s cut off all communication and we’re out in the cold.” Justin eyed his lover. “You don’t want more of him?”

Brandon grinned. “Of course, I do. Chemistry like that doesn’t happen every day. We can still be friends. Give him some space for now. He’ll come around.”

Justin frowned. “He deserves what he gets. He’ll be some frustrated old closet case the neighborhood kids are afraid of.”

“You’ve got it bad,” Brandon said.

Looking away, Justin knew there was no point in denying it. They read each other like no one else. “I didn’t mean to fall for him. High school crushes are supposed to stay in the past.

Acting out on the sex is one thing but falling for a total human? We can’t. We shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve it.” Justin’s pulse pounded with contradictions.

Brandon nuzzled Justin’s neck and bit playfully. “Stop. All of it is pointless because the guy is in the closet. Okay? If he comes out, then it’s a conversation to have. Three-ways are no big deal. He might want a guy all for himself, okay? So we enjoy him until he finds that guy. We keep shifters around so it might be someone we want.”

“Pick up a third?” Justin couldn’t believe how far Brandon had thought out the plan.

“A pack of two wolf shifters isn’t much. You want to be our own pack. So we bring in one more shifter, and Danny is our human lover.”

“Humans like monogamy,” Justin protested.

“Straight humans, maybe. We’ve had plenty of group activity with human men. Anything is possible.” Brandon kissed down Justin’s chest and tugged his shirt up.

“But with his family? If he came out, they’d still want him paired up. Like my mom, she loves you. If she knew we were screwing other guys…” Justin shook his head as his hips lifted to Brandon’s teasing.

“Of course. Privacy is necessary. But it could work if Danny were out. Quit stressing over what might happen. You can’t change it. You’d never out him.” Brandon opened Justin’s fly.

Justin threaded his fingers into Brandon’s hair. Brandon could seduce any man with little effort. Already, Justin was hard and ready.

“No, I’d never out him. But he needs something. Some push.” Justin thrust up into Brandon’s hot mouth.

Brandon worked the length of Justin’s cock and let it spring up on its own. “We pushed him. You have no patience. And that sister-in-law of his is a pusher, too.”

Fisting a hand into Brandon’s hair, Justin pulled Brandon back down to suck his sac. “I want it all now. I don’t want to lose him.”

Brandon chuckled and tugged on Justin’s balls.

Then it hit Justin. “Don’t you want Danny?”

With wolf reflexes, Brandon climbed Justin’s body and kissed his mouth. “You’re selfish and impatient and a little crazy at times, but I love you.”

“Thanks. Not what I asked.” Justin held Brandon as though he’d run away.

Brandon kissed Justin’s forehead. “I want Danny. I think we’re both messed up on it. We didn’t expect to fall in love with the guy. But we should talk about it.”

Justin nodded. “Danny’s not out. He’s not at all available. I’m not sneaking around for a closet case no matter how good the sex is.”

Working his way back down again, Brandon nipped Justin’s sac. “If it was just the sex, you wouldn’t be so moody.”

“And you’re working all the time.” Justin stopped complaining as Brandon sucked him to the base.

They were both dealing with it alone, now they could sort it out together.

“I love you,” Justin groaned.

Brandon kept on sucking, pushing Justin to the brink and easing off to keep him from coming. Normally, Justin loved the teasing, but now, he needed something else. “Harder!”

Bracing his hands on the sofa, Brandon fucked Justin forcefully with his mouth. He felt at home and safe. The familiar was soothing and sexy.

“I love you, too,” Brandon said when his mouth was free. “We can go for a run by Danny’s place. Need a little shifting time anyway.”

“Tonight. We’ll screw and howl in the woods behind his house and see what happens.”

Justin tugged Brandon to stand up. “Until then we’ve got a little business to finish here.”

“I should lock the door.” Brandon tried to walk away.

Justin grabbed Brandon’s cock through the worn denim. “You didn’t lock it for me. Live dangerously.”

“I work here.” Brandon protested but didn’t move.

Grinning, Justin unbuttoned Brandon’s fly. “Yes, we probably violated laws and codes, but no one is here.” As Justin sucked Brandon’s long cock, he totally relaxed. All the tension and confusion was gone. Nothing was resolved, but it was all in Danny’s court.

Working Brandon’s member down then tormenting his balls gave Justin a sense of power in a world without logic right then. He wanted structure and safety. His pack was small and Brandon was, as always, right.

Justin squeezed Brandon’s firm ass and pulled him in closer as he teased the tip and made Brandon rock for more. The ink on Brandon’s hip was a male torso, all the ink just turned Justin on even more. Brandon was his bad boy. Danny would be a good guy. And more. They did need more.

Taking all of Brandon again, Justin hummed and growled to drive his lover crazy.

Brandon bucked and pulled back. Justin was the proverbial dog with a bone— he’d never give up or hurt Brandon. Even for Danny.

Justin wrapped his arms around Brandon’s waist and sucked until he felt Brandon give.

The cum filled Justin’s mouth, and he swallowed every drop before standing and kissing Brandon fully.

“Let me catch my breath!” Brandon said against Justin’s mouth.

Justin couldn’t stop. He kissed along Brandon’s cheek to bite his ear. “You’re mine. No matter how big the pack gets or doesn’t, you’re the one I can’t live without.”

Brandon curled his arms around Justin and held him tight. Justin felt safe as Brandon whispered, “I feel the same way. But we’ll get Danny.”

* * * *

Two more days had passed before Brandon heard about Danny’s outing to his family in Frank’s hospital room. Oddly enough, it didn’t come from the Pipeline crowd but from his younger sister’s web of gossip girls. Danny’s sister-in-law really was the only broadcast news Fairbanks needed. Her little sister hung with Brandon’s little sister.

It was usually his day off, but Brandon decided the tattoo parlor was the best neutral ground he could find. Justin was flipping between annoyed at Danny and feeling rejected.

Brandon debated telling Justin that Danny was coming but decided the revelation might just be the emotional break they all needed. It had to come from Danny.

Setting out sandwiches in the employee break room, Brandon heard the backdoor open.

Justin huffed and sat on a hard plastic chair by the old round table. “What’s so urgent? Isn’t it your day off? Why are you here?”

He was annoyed. Not the mood Brandon had been hoping for. “It’s a meeting, sort of.”

“It’s a family business, but your family business that I don’t work for. I don’t need to be here for a meeting.” Justin shrugged but grabbed some fries.

“Not business. Pack.”

Justin’s eyebrow arched. “We live together. Why here? There are three drinks.”

“Take it easy. I just thought it was time to try to mend the fences, just in case.” Brandon had called Danny, he wasn’t so ego driven that he was unable to make the first move. Danny sounded relaxed and happy to hear from Brandon. To Brandon’s surprise, Danny hadn’t admitted he was out. In truth, no one had even seen him at the Pipeline yet. The lunch could feel things out.

“You didn’t,” Justin accused.

Just then, Danny walked in from the front door. While Brandon’s sister minded the store the men could talk about the Pack stuff. “Right on time. Grab a seat and a sandwich.”

Danny nodded to Justin who shrugged in return.

“Why did you invite him? He owes us.” Justin folded his arms.

Brandon clapped a hand over Justin’s mouth. “Stop and listen. I mean it. You’re being a jerk.”

Justin’s eyes met Brandon’s, and he knew Justin would behave. Removing his hand, Brandon took the seat between them. “Glad Frank’s okay, Danny.”

Danny still stood there in the doorway, looking nervous but somehow confident. Brandon could sense a new ease in him, even if the situation was tense.

“I owe you two an apology and a thank you. You saved my brother faster than anyone else could have. I wanted to text back or call.”

“And?” Justin asked.

Brandon nudged Justin’s shoulder.

“It’s a fair question,” Justin replied.

“It is. I’m sorry. I got caught up with family crap. Then I felt like I’d waited too long. It was like a bad Seinfeld episode. I don’t know what to say. I knew you’d be mad.” Danny looked at Justin.

“Justin is hurt more than mad,” Brandon said.

“I’m right here. I can speak for myself.” Justin looked at Danny. “I get mad when I’m hurt. We could’ve been shot by hunters or the rescue team.”

“I know. I’m so glad nothing bad happened. But my brother is still laid up. He needed help and things got crazy.” Danny sat down and looked at Brandon.

Brandon smiled. “I know how it is. Family business.”

“You know, don’t you?” Danny asked.

Brandon leaned back and smiled. “I know a lot of things. Tattoo artists hear all sorts of conversations. People in the chair talk about anything.”

“Know what?” Justin asked.

Danny smiled. “You didn’t tell him?”

“Obviously, it’s better coming from you.” Brandon unwrapped his sandwich and grabbed a bag of fries.

Danny sat and put a straw in his drink. “At the hospital, the day you saved Frank’s life, I sort of lost it. I came out to the family. No plan. No idea what to say. It just flew out of my mouth.” He sipped his drink.

Justin’s entire posture changed from a frown to a smile. “You’re out?”

Danny nodded. “To everyone but my Dad. He’s had blood pressure spikes with the chemo treatment, so until he is one-hundred percent stable, we’re not telling him.”

“Well sure.” Brandon supported Danny before Justin got on a high horse and fell off.

“Okay, yeah. That’s just great. Congrats.” Justin stuck with happy. “So why didn’t you call then? Plenty of gay guys here for support. And we haven’t seen you at the Pipeline.”

Brandon rubbed Justin’s shoulder. “Babe, relax. Eat.”

“Sorry.” Justin turned to Brandon. “How did you find out?”

“My sister, but I wanted you to hear it from Danny. We need to talk.” Brandon knew once the dialogue had begun it’d be okay.

“It’s my fault. I’ve been slowly telling people at work and friends of the family. The focus is on Frank. I didn’t want to upstage him.” Danny picked at the French fries.

“Not even us?” Justin began to eat.

“I wasn’t sure how to. I’d overreacted to your stuff. Then when my family stuff happened, you saved Frank. You’re both just way too good.”

“It’s the human thing.” Justin shrugged.

“Please, you hoped this would soften Frank up somehow. Not that he’d know it was us.

But you already sent him that proposal.” Brandon had to keep it all honest, or it’d never work.

“He got it. He’s interested,” Danny said. “He doesn’t like helicopter rides.”

Justin smiled. “Serves him right.”

Brandon kicked Justin under the table. “So Danny, are you planning on going to the Pipeline? Even just for fun. If you’ve got your eye on a certain guy, we can tell you if he’s single or a player. Or twisted.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for a relationship yet. I thought I wanted it, but I’m still adjusting to my real life and my gay lifestyle fitting together.”

“Then you need to go to the Pipeline. Stop thinking so much and just enjoy the eye candy. It’ll happen,” Justin said.

Brandon nodded. “Absolutely. Burn off some energy and have fun. We’re free tonight if you don’t want to walk in there alone. Just your gay friends from high school. No pressure.”

Danny blushed. “Actually, if this went well, which I think it has, I was going to invite you two out to my house tonight for dinner and whatever.”

Brandon saw Justin’s smile grown. “Sure. Sounds great.”

“Six o’clock?” Danny suggested.

“Perfect.” Brandon nodded.

The men settled down to eat in earnest. Brandon didn’t bring up the pack idea, but Justin didn’t either, so Brandon went along and played it cool for now. Even if Danny had screwed every gay man in Seattle, he needed to find his way in Fairbanks. First step was achieved, and they’d see how tonight went. One step closer to the pack.