Unexpectedly Wild For [2/2] (skippy, 14A, bandom)

[sparrowsverse]

~~~

Mike wiggled his toes happily. It had been two weeks since the cast had been removed and he still marveled at the sensation.

Of course he was left with a funky tan on his leg, but the point was, he didn’t have to walk with crutches anymore and the walking cast had been taken off yesterday.

Mike was free! He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text off to Kevin along with a picture.

Finally free!

He wasn’t expecting a reply back right away so he blinked in surprise when his phone buzzed in his hand.

Awesome!
Let’s celebrate!

Mike’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He had a feeling their versions of ‘celebrate’ was very different from one another. But if the kid was offering and no one in his band lived in LA. What could it hurt?

Sure! What did you have in mind? Mike hit send and figured that was the safest thing to ask. He didn’t think Kevin would be up for a copious amount of drinking and a bar.

There’s a cheap seat that plays old movies. Interested?

Depends, what’s playing?

Die hard.

Mike’s fingers never flew so fast as he typed, I’m in.

Arrangements were made and Mike grinned at the night’s plans. He was actually looking forward to this.

Others might think it was a weird friendship, but Mike actually enjoyed Kevin’s company, the random texting and arguments about guitars.

Checking his watch, Mike nodded to himself. He had enough time for a shower and a shave.

In no time at all, Mike found himself showered, shaved and pulling a band shirt over his head when the front door bell rang.

Rubbing his hands on the front of his shirt, Mike headed to the front door, snagging his wallet, keys and cell phone on his way. Opening the door, he blinked.

Kevin stood there, but he was dressed much nicer than usual. Tight jeans with boots, a v-neck shirt and a leather jacket, with a couple of necklaces around his neck and a scarf.

“Hey!” Kevin said with a bright smile and a wave.

Mike had never really given much thought to Kevin and kissing and sex. Maybe the odd look now and again to admire Kevin’s body, but that was it. The kid was Disney, religious and wore a purity ring (Mike had Googled!) But here was the kid looking like a walking advertisement for debauchery. And Mike kind of wanted to kiss those lips until they were puffy and red.

Giving himself a mental shake, he smiled at Kevin. “I suddenly feel under-dressed,” Mike joked lightly as he closed his house door behind him and locked it shut.

“You look great!” Kevin said, and they headed to the car.

Mike was now wondering if this was a date.

His suspicious were proved further when Kevin insisted on paying for everything from the tickets to the food.

And when they were tucked into their seats and the big bucket of popcorn Kevin had gotten was mostly in his lap,

Mike almost had to lean into Kevin to grab any kernels if he wanted to eat. He could barely concentrate on the movie, he was so involved in not touching Kevin to get at the popcorn.

It was wreaking havoc with his already thin worldview of Kevin Jonas.

The entire night was one of barely any touches; Mike had to keep reaching around Kevin for the popcorn bucket and trying with increasing difficulty to conceal a hard-on because this night, this night was nothing but a pure fucking tease.

When the movie was over and they headed to the SUV, Kevin was looking at Mike in concern.

“Are you all right Mike?” Kevin asked worriedly.

Mike bit back a groan. The kid’s lips were covered in popcorn butter and looked utterly kissable.

“Fine,” he managed to get out.

Kevin didn’t look assured but put the car in drive and pulled them away from the movie theatre.

It didn’t feel like it took very long to get back to Mike’s house and Mike blinked when the car pulled up in front it and Kevin turned the vehicle off. They got out of the car and Mike glanced over his shoulder.

“Are you walking me up to my door, Jonas?” Mike asked with a grin.

“Yes,” Kevin said, voice low and breathy.

Holy shit! When did the kid get a bedroom voice? Mike thought wildly as he inserted his key into the lock.

“It’s only proper.”

Proper for what? Mike wondered, and then thought, maybe the kid did consider this a date... if this was a date, then what’s going to happen next?

“Mike?”

“Yeah?” Mike asked as he turned around after opening his door. He blinked in surprise when Kevin gave a slight growl and pulled Mike down for a kiss.

“Mmmrphle!” Mike mumbled, limbs flailing a little, and then just sagged into the best kiss he’d had in his entire life.

Kevin’s lips left his far too soon and Mike blinked as he watched Kevin blush, mumble out a goodbye and practically flee to his car.

Bringing up a hand to touch his lips, Mike stumbled into his house, closing the door behind him.

“What the hell?” he wondered aloud. Kevin Jonas just kissed him senseless and he liked it.

Heading over to the kitchen, Mike grabbed a bottle of Jack’s and a shot glass. He needed something strong after that kiss. Sitting down on the couch, he poured himself a shot and tossed it back.

The liquid burned down his throat and he grimaced as his cell phone rang.

Pulling it out of his jean pocket, Mike glanced at the screen and saw it was Sisky.

Biting his lip, on the third ring, he hit ‘Accept’. “Hey Sisk.”

“Mikey Carden!” Sisky’s voice rang out on the other end. “Hey fucker.”

Mike chuckled. “Don’t call me that.”

“You’re no fun anymore,” Sisky pouted at him over the cell.

“I’m plenty of fun,” Mike protested.

“Nuh-uh, not since you moved out to California, you’ve gone all healthy and shit,” Sisky pointed out.

“I have a bottle of Jack right in front of me, I don’t think that’s too healthy right there,” Mike said without thinking.

There was a pause on the other end. “Why do you have a bottle of Jack, Mike? You only break out the Jack when you don’t want to think.”

“I’m fine,” Mike said automatically.

“Bullshit,” Sisky said firmly. “Tell me what’s going on. Do not make me fly out there and beat it out of you.”

“Adam,” Mike said softly.

“Miiiike,” Sisky drawled back. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Mike groaned, knowing his friend and band mate was a persistent fucker and if he didn’t say anything Sisky would fly out here, beat him and then mock him and stuff. Taking a deep breath, Mike told him what had been going on since he broke his leg in the car accident and met Kevin Jonas.

Including the kiss that just happened.

There was a pause, and then Sisky started laughing.

Mike rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks, Sisky.”

“No, no, it’s just,” Sisky breathed out between laughter. “This is so you.”

“Glad one of us thinks so,” Mike muttered, and poured himself another shot of Jack.

“It’s adorable! You’re all flustered because a Jonas Brother has a crush on you and you don’t know what to do.”

“The Jonas Brother in question kissed me and is a heck of a kisser,” Mike mumbled back.

Sisky started laughing again.

Sighing, Mike threw the shot back.

“Okay, okay, did you kiss him back?” Sisky asked as he got his laughter under control.

“Uh, maybe?” Mike said, not really sure. “And what the fuck, Sisky? We’re not fucking girls. Why are we talking about this?”

“Because you’re acting like a total girl over the fact that Kevin Jonas of the Jonas Brothers kissed you and you liked it and you want to kiss him more,” Sisky said, matter-of-fact.

“No I don’t!” Mike protested.

“Yes, you do!”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do!”

This continued on for a few more minutes before Mike got fed up. “Sisky!”

“Miiike!” Sisky drawled back. “Look, you like the guy, right? You want to kiss him some more? Go from there and see where it takes you, nothing said you had to date the kid.”

“Yeah well I don’t think Kevin is the casual type,” Mike sighed, finally resigned to the fact they were talking about this.

“Then take him out on a date and see where it goes,” Sisky suggested. “Nothing said you had to fuck him and leave him.”

“Kid wears a purity ring, I don’t think he’s the fuck him and leave him type,” Mike replied back.

“Aw, that’s cute!” Sisky cooed at Mike.

“Shut up,” Mike mumbled.

“Just call him tomorrow,” Sisky said firmly. “See where it goes. You already like him and want to kiss him senseless.”

“Sisky, shut up,” Mike complained as he sat back on the couch.

Anything Sisky might’ve said back was interrupted by a noise in the background. “Shit, listen, Mike, I have to go. Man up, ask Jonas out and date him. What could go wrong? I’ll talk to you later.”

Mike heard the phone click off and hoped things were okay.

He’d call Kevin in the morning and see where things went.

~~~

It was morning and Kevin was ignoring his calls. Mike took a fortifying sip of his coffee and glared at his cell phone.

Seven calls and three text messages and nothing in return.

Kevin was probably still freaking out from last night. Mike groaned and finished off his coffee. Looks like he’d have to follow up on Sisky’s command to man up.

Dumping his empty coffee cup in the sink, Mike grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone and headed out to his new car. He had a Jonas Brother to confront.

It didn’t take him long to find Kevin’s house and Mike was glad he had glanced at Kevin’s wallet that one time when he had been over. Getting out of the car, Mike pressed the button to the intercom.

There were a few minutes of waiting before the intercom buzzed to life.

“Hello?”

“Kevin?” Mike tried.

“No, who is this?” the voice asked.

Mike frowned. He was pretty sure this was where Kevin lived. “Um, Mike Carden. And I’m really hoping Kevin Jonas lives here, otherwise, sorry to bother you.”

The intercom remained silent and Mike sighed and went to head back to his car when the gate buzzed and opened up.

Eyes widened, Mike hurried in and up the walkway towards the door. He stood in front, unsure if the voice would let him in or not. Or if he had to knock or something.

The door opened instead and Mike was confronted with mini-Kevins. These were probably Kevin’s brothers.

“Kevin’s brothers?” Mike asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, now what did you do to Kevin last night?” one of them asked Mike, growling. “He’s moping.”

Mike scowled at them. “What do you mean, what did I do to Kevin? We went to the movies; at the end of it he kissed me and then ran away. I tried calling and texting him this morning and he’s ignoring me.”

The three stared at Mike before huddling together, whispering fiercely at each other. Occasionally one would glance up to glare at Mike before ducking back down.

The huddle broke up and then the littlest of the Jonas brothers stepped forward, glaring at Mike. “You really didn’t say anything to make him upset?”

“No!” Mike protested.

“Or do anything?”

Mike scowled at him. “No. Now do I pass or what?”

The Jonas brother stepped around Mike, looking him up and down. “I guess.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “He’s up the stairs, second door on the left.”

Muttering a, “thanks” Mike quickly side stepped Kevin’s brothers and hurried up the stairs.

When Mike had disappeared, Frankie, who had inspected Mike, grinned. “He smells like he belongs to Kevin.”

“I know, right?” Joe grinned at Frankie and scooped him up. “C’mon, this calls for new sock puppets.”

Frankie cheered as Joe led them away, Nick trailing after them with a groan.

~~~

Kevin was a sad werewolf.

He was clutching his pillow around his head, to block out the world. I can’t believe I kissed Mike last night! He probably hates me.

A banging on his door had Kevin sitting up and staring at the door. “Go away, Joe! I don’t want another sock puppet theatre show!”

“It’s not Joe.”

Kevin sat up straighter, his heart pounding. Mike!

Licking his lips, Kevin rolled off his bed and straightened his shirt as he walked towards the door. He opened it a crack. “Mike? What, what are you doing here?” Kevin asked nervously.

He could smell the frustration and anger rolling off of Mike.

“I’m here because someone kissed me last night and then proceeded to ignore my calls and texts this morning,” Mike growled. The sound made Kevin’s toes curl.

“Um, sorry,” Kevin said sheepishly. “I turned my phone off last night before I went to bed. I guess I didn’t turn it back on.”

Mike scowled at him. “Are you going to let me in?”

Kevin blinked but stepped to the side, opening the door wider and with a gesture welcomed Mike in. Storming in, Mike sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Kevin shut the door.

He glared. “So, what the fuck was that last night?”

“A kiss?” Kevin asked confused. Mike looked and smelled so angry.

“A kiss,” Mike said firmly. “All right. Was last night a date, and why did you kiss me?”

Kevin blinked. “Yes, and because I like you.” Did I just really say that? Oh crap, Mike is going to hate me even more and then he’s going to leave.

Mike’s glare lessened and he uncrossed his arms. “You like me, huh? Then why didn’t you stay last night? I was kissing you back, Jonas.”

“Because I wasn’t sure, and running seemed the easier option,” Kevin said softly as he came over and sat beside Mike on the bed. “I hadn’t really planned on kissing you, it just happened. There was going to be wooing and stuff.”

Chuckling, Mike leaned in a little closer to Kevin. “Wooing? What kind of wooing?”

Gee, Mike is awfully close. “More dates and stuff,” Kevin mumbled.

“What kind of stuff?” Mike asked softly and brushed a few curls away from Kevin’s forehead.

Kevin closed his eyes and tried to mentally will away the wolf that wanted to pounce and claim their mate here and now. “You know, stuff.”

“This kind of stuff?”

Feeling a brush of lips against his, Kevin felt the wolf surge forward, and he opened his eyes in surprise. Before he realized what he was doing he pounced on Mike, sending them tumbling backwards onto the bed.

Mike laughed as he wiggled underneath Kevin, who had his nose buried behind Mike’s ear at a patch of skin that was giving off a particular scent. He licked it.

Yelping in surprise, Mike bucked forward and Kevin groaned as they pressed against each other.

“Mike,” Kevin said, low and husky, panting a little, his fingers threaded with Mike’s. He slowly moved his nose away from the heavenly scent, head bowed as he re-learned to breathe. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“I’m not,” Mike said as he disentangled Kevin’s hand from his fingers and tugged the younger man against his side. “That was really hot.”

Kevin just mumbled something and blushed as he curled up into Mike’s side.

“I don’t speak mumbler, Kevin,” Mike grinned as he poked Kevin on the shoulder.

“I’m really sorry,” Kevin apologized again.

“Don’t be,” Mike said firmly, tugging on one of Kevin’s curls. “That was really hot, and I liked it a lot.”

“Oh.”

“I haven’t had much experience with guys but I really do want to see where this goes with you, Kevin,” Mike admitted as he started to stroke Kevin’s arm. “I really do like you.”

“I like you too, Mike,” Kevin admitted as he leaned into the petting. It felt really nice. “I haven’t had much experience with guys either, just, when I first saw you at the hospital I knew I wanted you.”

Mike blinked. “That long?”

Kevin nodded. “But I didn’t want to scare you off or anything, because I was Kevin Jonas of The Jonas Brothers.”

Mike snorted and lightly flicked his fingers on Kevin’s arm. “Someone’s full of themselves.”

“Sometimes people just see the name and not me or my brothers,” Kevin said softly, shrugging. “I wanted you to see me.”

That brought Mike up short and made him pause. Well, he could certainly understand that. Bill had done that for years, especially when Gen was born.

“Well, I’ve been getting to know Kevin for a little while and I think he’s a good guy,” Mike said, resuming his stroking of Kevin’s arm. “Terrible taste in guitars, a bit of a dork, but a good guy.”

“Mike!” Kevin protested and lightly pinched Mike’s side. Mike yelped and started to laugh. That got Kevin giggling.

Soon the laughter died down and they lay together on Kevin’s bed.

“You said earlier you wanted to see where this went,” Kevin said softly, rubbing his nose on the fabric of Mike’s shirt, catching the faint scent there. “I want to as well.”

Mike smiled softly at Kevin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“All right then,” Mike said, grabbing Kevin’s hand and holding it. “Let’s see where this goes.”

Kevin smiled dopily as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Mike’s cheek.

“Just one thing, Kev.”

“Yeah?” Kevin asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What did you mean by Joe and sock puppet theatre?” Mike asked with a completely straight face.

Kevin started to sputter and started poking Mike in the side when he started to grin. “You are so mean! And just for that, I’m not telling you.”

Mike laughed as Kevin continued to poke him in the side and it dissolved from there.

They were both content and happy with where their lives were currently, and with each other.

~~~

Mike pulled up his car into the driveway of the large Jonas house and turned the vehicle off. He knew the gate code by heart now, after several months of dating Kevin.

Slipping out of the car, Mike gave himself a quick pat down, making sure he had his wallet and cell phone as he slid his car keys into his jean pocket.

Mike was excited for tonight; Kevin had said his parents and brothers were out of the house and he had a special surprise waiting for Mike.

He had dressed up nicely for once and Mike could only wonder what the surprise was. They still only kept things above the waist and it was one of the slowest relationships Mike had ever been in. But he was respecting Kevin’s purity vow.

Even if he was secretly hoping tonight would be the night where they finally had sex.

Knocking on the door, Mike waited for Kevin to let him in. He didn’t have to wait long as the door was opened.

“Hey Mike,” Kevin said.

Mike smiled at Kevin and walked into the house, pressing a kiss to Kevin’s cheek as the door closed behind him. “Hey yourself.”

Kevin grinned, bouncing on his feet a little. “C’mon, dinner is ready. I made steaks.”

“Yum!” Mike declared as he followed Kevin into the living room. “I hope you cooked mine a bit less raw than you like yours.”

Kevin just chuckled. “No worries, love. Yours is just a little pink in the middle.”

“Excellent!” Mike grinned as they sat down at the table. Kevin poured them each a glass of wine and they tucked in.

The salad, garlic bread and steaks were perfect in Mike’s opinion and banter passed between them easily. Once done, they sipped at their wine.

“That was perfect, Kev,” Mike said with a grin.

Kevin smiled around the rim of his wine glass. “I’m glad.” He set the glass down on the table. “So, I asked you here tonight for a specific reason.”

“I kind of figured,” Mike said, smirking as he finished off his wine.

Kevin stood up and came around the table to grab Mike’s hand. “Come upstairs with me? I want to do this with fewer windows.”

Mike’s eyebrows rose, but allowed himself to be led up the stairs. Oh fuck. Are we really doing this? He could feel himself harden in his pants and hoped like fuck Kevin didn’t notice. Are we finally having sex? Did I bring condoms? Oh shit! Does Kevin expect me to top? Because I have no idea what I’m doing and porn is totally confusing for figuring out guy on guy mechanics...

He suddenly noticed he was in Kevin’s bedroom and Kevin had let go of his hand.

Kevin was standing by the bed, looking incredibly nervous. Mike strode forward and pulled Kevin in for a hug and kiss. “Hey, we don’t have to do this tonight,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel pressured for anything.”

Chuckling, Kevin stood up a little, subtly scenting Mike as he hugged him tightly. “It’s not just about sex, Mike. I am ready for that, but before we do anything, I have a huge secret to share with you.”

“Oh?” Mike asked confused.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to share it with you, I did, I just never felt ready and I think before we do anything, I have to show this to you,” Kevin said firmly as he took a step back and started to strip out of his shirt.

“This secret requires you to strip?” Mike asked, confused, as he watched Kevin remove the rest of his clothes until he was standing in his underwear.

Kevin just smiled sadly at Mike. “Well, I don’t want my clothes destroyed when I do this.”

“Do what?” Mike asked. He was maybe getting a little pissed and could feel the mood evaporate.

Kevin held up a hand. “Mike, I’m a werewolf.”

Mike looked at Kevin in disbelief. “What?”

“A werewolf,” Kevin said firmly as he closed his eyes in concentration.

Mike’s eyes widened as he watched Kevin’s skin and body ripple and change in front of him until there was a large brown grayish dog. No, wolf.

Oh God... Mike thought, and slowly backed up.

He watched as Kevin, no, the wolf, got to its stomach and slowly inched its way forward towards Mike, whining low in its throat.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Mike snarled at it, looking around wildly for something to throw.

The wolf whined again and backed up, ears flattened against its head.

Mike pointed at the wolf, eyes wide. It felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “This is fucking nuts. Keep the fuck away from me! Don’t come near!”

Spying a baseball on Kevin’s dresser, Mike grabbed it and threw it at the wolf. It didn’t hit it, but Mike watched as it backed up until it was jammed into the corner of the room. Mike’s groping hand found the door knob and he ripped the bedroom door open and dashed out.

He ran down the stairs and towards the car, hand jammed into his jeans pocket trying to find the keys. Hopping into his car, Mike turned it on and peeled away from the house, only briefly pausing to enter the gate code.

“What the fuck was that?” Mike said aloud. He started to laugh hysterically, eyes wide with disbelief as his mind played the images of Kevin turning into a wolf over and over and over again. He scratched his head. “Get out, get out, get out,” Mike mumbled as he somehow made it home.

“Have to get the images out,” Mike muttered as he entered his house and grabbed a bottle of Jack. He went back to his front door, closed it and locked it down. Grabbing a kitchen chair, he shoved it under the door knob before going to curl up on the chair in the living room, the bottle of liquor clutched tightly to his chest as he rocked.

Knees drawn up to his chest, Mike realized Kevin had lied to him. Had turned into that... thing! He was allowed to be irrational as he took another long pull of the drink.

Mike swiped at his eyes. “Fucking lied to me. What kind of thing are you, Kevin, to do that to me? Couldn’t even fucking trust me from the start! You douche.” ”

He sat there in the silence of his house, in the dark, drinking from the bottle until the alcohol hit him.

The nearly empty bottle slipped out of his fingers as Mike slowly succumbed to sleep.

~~~

When Mike woke up, it was mid afternoon and he felt horrible. What the hell happened last night? Standing up, Mike nearly tripped on the empty bottle of Jack on the floor and he glanced at it in confusion.

Bending down, he picked it up and turned it over in his hands, trying to remember why he was drinking last night when he was supposed to be with Kevin.

Kevin.

The images slammed back into Mike’s brain and he groaned. He’s a werewolf. Werewolves exist. Another image of Kevin as the wolf, backing up and looking sad and pathetic also entered his mind but he banished it away.

Mike was the wounded party here. Kevin had lied to him. Kevin had kept this huge secret from him and Mike couldn’t come to terms with it.

He was in the right and Kevin was in the wrong. That’s all there was to it.

After tossing the bottle in the recycling bin which Bill had set up for him last time he was here, Mike had a shower and started on breakfast when his cell phone buzzed on the counter.

Setting the knife aside, Mike picked up the cell and saw it was Sisky on the screen. He pressed the button to accept the call.

“Hey Sisk.”

“Mike my main man!” Sisky said with a grin. “How’d dinner go last night with your boyfrieeeend?”

Mike just saw red. “Oh, it went great. Just peachy until Kevin showed me how much trust he really showed in me.”

“Mike? What happened?”

“Kevin shared a secret with me which apparently he couldn’t share at the beginning of our relationship, and he really showed who he was,” Mike said viciously. As mad as he was at Kevin, he wouldn’t reveal his secret. Plus Sisky would never believe him without proof. “He fucking lied to me this entire time, Adam.”

“Well, did you let him explain why he kept this secret from you?” Sisky asked carefully.

Mike snorted. “No. He lied to me, Sisky. Why the fuck would I stick around?” Also, Kevin couldn’t really talk as a wolf. Mike shook his head. He didn’t want to dwell on Kevin Jonas any longer than he had to.

Fucking liar.

There was a sigh on the other end. “Let me guess, you feel wronged and don’t want anything more to do with him.”

Mike blinked. “Well yeah, Sisk. He’s a fucking liar; why should I give him my time when he can’t even be honest with me?”

“You know what, fucking hit yourself or something,” Sisky huffed out at him over the cell phone. “If you’re acting like this I’m surprised Kevin even shared this secret at all.”

“What?” Mike asked, confused. Sisky was supposed to be on his side.

“It was apparently huge enough that Kevin didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell you about it before now,” Sisky pointed out. “And when he did, you threw it back in his face. Did you think if it was this huge that it might not just affect Kevin?”

“What?”

“You are a huge douche, Mike, and Kevin’s secret obviously doesn’t just affect him but others probably too, and you should go apologize for throwing that back in his face,” Sisky said softly. “You’ve sounded happy the past few months, Mike. Way happier than you’ve been in a while. Call your Jonas.”

“Fuck you,” Mike said firmly and hung up his cell. As an afterthought, he turned it off.

Finishing making his breakfast, Mike ate it quickly and slumped on the couch after he tossed his dishes into the sink.

Sisky was full of it, Mike decided as he turned the TV on.

The title of ‘The Wolfman’ blared on the screen and Mike scowled as he changed channels. This time it was ‘An American Wolf in London’.

“Fuck!” Mike growled out and turned the TV off. He tossed the remote to the table and went to grab a bottle of wine from the fridge. He popped it open and grabbed his laptop from the kitchen table to go lay on the couch.

He started to Hulu old episodes of MadTV as he drank the alcohol down.

Halfway through the bottle and four episodes later, Mike clicked on a different tab on Firefox and started to surf through the internet.

It was a couple of days and many wine bottles later when, somehow, Mike ended up trolling through fanfic on the archive of our own. He was blaming the others in his band for introducing him to fanfic and bandom and all that crap. Too many long nights on the bus with nothing to do made them very bored.

Taking another long pull of the wine, Mike clicked on a story and started to read.

He was halfway through it when he started to scowl. The story was way too similar to his current situation. Guy reveals big secret to his boyfriend, boyfriend freaks out and runs away... except in this story the guy chased after him.

Mike wanted to click away from the story, but it was like a train wreck. He wanted to read more and to see how this was handled.

Finishing off the bottle, one line made him stop and think. ”What would you do if you were in my shoes?”

And that was the kicker. What would Mike do if he had been in Kevin’s shoes?

They barely knew each other when they first started dating, just friends with only minimal knowledge of each other and here Mike was demanding that Kevin should’ve shared his secret from the beginning of the relationship.

The wine felt heavy in his belly.

Kevin was a werewolf and had to transform in front of Mike to make him believe. And if Kevin was a werewolf, was it safe to assume the rest of his family was?

Mike groaned and wanted to bang his head against something. Sisky was right, Kevin was protecting people and Mike just threw all that trust back in his face.

He threw a baseball at Kevin’s head.

“I am a total douche,” Mike said aloud. He really was. He was the biggest douche in the entire universe and he just ruined the best thing in his life other than his band.

Setting the laptop aside, Mike got to his feet and wobbled slightly as he went to go get his phone from the kitchen. He had an apology to make.

Turning his phone on and ignoring the multiple text messages and missed phone calls, Mike pressed the contact information and pressed the device to his ear as it started to ring.

“Mike?”

“So, I’m a total douche, Sisk,” Mike started. “I’m sorry I told you to fuck off.”

“And, what else?” Sisky asked patiently.

“And Kevin is better off without me,” Mike decided right there and then.

“WHAT?”

“I threw all the trust he gave me back in his face,” Mike said, running a hand through his hair. “How the hell can I ask for forgiveness? I am a total douche and Kevin deserves so much better.”

“You were drinking wine again, weren’t you?” Sisky said with a sigh. “Wine turns you into a total sap. Think it through, Mike. You panicked, you were startled. I’m sure Kevin will forgive you.”

“No, he won’t,” Mike said firmly, confident that he knew Kevin well enough, even with the secret between them. “He won’t forgive me at all. He’ll get over me, like I’ll get over him, and it’s just better.”

There was a noise of exasperation on the other end.

“You’ll see, Sisk. I’m right about this,” Mike said as he leaned against the kitchen counter. The wine was making him feel a bit sleepy. “Listen, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” And shut the phone down before Sisky could say anything else.

Stumbling over to the couch, Mike fell onto the cushions. Yeah, Kevin was definitely better off without him, Mike thought morosely as he fell asleep, content in the knowledge that he was right.

~~~

A SUV pulled up in front of Mike’s home just as the sun was setting. Two figures got out of the vehicle and eyed the house.

“Are you sure about this, Nick?”

Nick turned to look at his brother. “It’s been a month, Joe. Kevin isn’t any better. This is our last resort.”

Joe sighed and looked at the house. “He rejected Kevin, Nick. How can this be our last resort?”

“Because we have nothing else left,” Nick said firmly and headed towards the front door. Sighing and muttering under his breath, Joe followed his brother up the walkway.

They knocked on the door and waited and waited and waited.

“He’s not home,” Joe muttered as he tried to peer through the window.

“His car is in the driveway, he has to be home,” Nick said as he pointed at the vehicle that he knew belonged to Mike.

Walking around the house, they looked through the windows on the side of the house and Joe winced as he motioned Nick towards him. “This doesn’t look good, Nick.”

Nick peered through the window and unconsciously started to growl. There was Mike, passed out on the couch, laptop on the floor and all kinds of beer and alcohol bottles scattered around. “He’s drunk!”

“He’s passed out,” Joe pointed out.

Nick growled louder. “We’re breaking in.”

“We are?” Joe asked confused as Nick headed for the backdoor. He quickly followed.

Looking at the backdoor, Nick tried the door knob and to his surprise it opened. Joe came around the corner just as Nick pushed the door open.

“What in the world?” Joe cried out and followed Nick into the house. “He doesn’t even lock his backdoor.”

“He doesn’t really have to worry about stalkers, does he?” Nick said, a little callously.

“Well, probably he would if he were living in Chicago,” Joe pointed out as he wrinkled his nose. It smelled like booze and stale sweat in the house.

They approached the couch and looked at the limp figure fast asleep on it.

“He looks horrible,” Joe said as he took in Mike’s ragged appearance: scruff that was growing into an uneven beard, lank, greasy hair and what looked like the same shirt and pants he’d been wearing for a few days now.

“I don’t care,” Nick said, and picked Mike up easily. “We’re sobering him up and taking him back home.”

“I am suddenly worried about you and this new foray into kidnapping, Nick,” Joe said as he came forward to help Nick.

Nick looked at Joe, eyes flashing amber. “He hurt Kevin,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

And to Nick, it was. Pack took care of each other and that night was the night Kevin was supposed to bring Mike into the pack as his mate. As far as Nick was concerned, Mike’s only function was to fix Kevin and never be seen again.

Joe sighed and they got a cold bath started.

Once the tub was filled, they tossed Mike into the water.

Mike didn’t disappoint and came up, arms swinging and swearing up a storm as he tried to glare at whoever tossed him into the bath.

“What the fuck?” Mike yelled as he pushed his wet hair away from his face with a hand.

“What the fuck indeed,” Nick said quietly, eyes glowing amber as he leaned forward to glare at Mike.

Mike’s eyes widened and he tried to back up into the tub. “Oh fuck.”

“Now Nicky, let’s not scare the human,” Joe said, all smiles as he clapped a hand on Nick’s shoulder and pulled him back. “We need him in one piece.”

Mike swallowed as he stared at the two. “Need me in one piece for what?”

“Mike, I’m going to be honest with you,” Joe said as he sat down on the toilet, taking the lead. “Nick was all for just breaking your legs and taking you back with us, but I’m hoping to appeal to the part of you that might still care about Kevin.”

“What’s wrong with Kevin?” Mike demanded, eyes still a little clouded by alcohol but slowly clearing up. “He should be fine! He’s better off without me.”

Joe and Nick exchanged a look.

“What do you mean, better off without you?” Nick asked curiously. None of the family had been able to get any straight answers out of Kevin about that night.

Mike shifted down in the cold water of the tub. “I hurt him. I realize that now, just-” He looked away. “He’s better off without me. He showed me what he was and I just threw that trust back in his face.” Mike wasn’t sure why he was telling Kevin’s brothers this but it felt good to get it off of his chest.

“What do you mean he showed you?” Nick asked, brows furrowed into confusion.

Mike stood up shakily in the bathtub, shivering now. “I mean he turned into a wolf, four paws, tail and fur.” He glared at them looking more wide awake now. “Didn’t he tell you?”

“Mike, Kevin hasn’t talked to anyone in a month,” Joe said firmly.

“What?”

Nick and Joe exchanged a glance.

“Things are making a bit more sense now,” Joe sighed as he looked at Nick, who nodded in agreement.

“What things?” Mike shouted. “What’s wrong with Kevin?”

Nick grimaced. “Look, shower, put on some clean clothes and we’ll explain things.”

“No, tell me what the hell is going on right now,” Mike growled, and Joe grinned. Maybe Mike wasn’t the total douche they thought he was.

Nick sighed. “Look,” he started, “Kevin really should’ve explained things but werewolves mate for life. And from the moment that Kevin first met you, he knew you were his mate.”

“Huh?”

“You and Kevin are mates,” Joe said, poking Mike in the arm. “And you running away that night was like a rejection to Kevin’s wolf.”

“He’s barely slept or ate the past month,” Nick said with a grimace. “And there’s the other thing.”

“What other thing?” Mike asked softly. He was a total douche.

“Kevin is stuck in his wolf form,” Joe said, shrugging. “Something about emotional stability and blah blah blah. I kinda tuned our parents out at that point.”

“So what do you want me to do?” Mike asked wearily as he slumped against the tiles in the shower-bathtub combo.

Nick exhaled noisily. “Come back with us and talk to Kevin. Make him come back to us.”

Mike snorted. “I don’t think you can really make Kevin do anything he doesn’t already want to do.”

Joe chuckled. “So does this mean you’ll come?”

“I’ll come,” Mike answered with a weary sigh. He had to fix things.

“Good! But first, shower, shave and put on some clean clothes that don’t smell like puke and alcohol,” Nick said and spun on his heel, leaving the bathroom.

Joe just shrugged and smiled as he followed Nick out of the bathroom.

Sighing, Mike pulled the stopper out of the bathtub, letting the cold water empty out, and went about cleaning himself up.

~~~

Mike felt awful as he walked into the Jonas household. His hangover was rearing its ugly head and when he’d looked into the mirror before they left this morning, he didn’t like what he saw. He was thin and his hair still looked limp and greasy even after washing it. He hadn’t been treating himself well the past month and it was showing.

“He’s in his room, under the bed,” Nick said, pointing up the stairs.

“You’re not coming with me?” Mike asked incredulously.

Joe shook his head. “We’ve tried everything. Even sending Frankie up to coax Kevin out. Nothing is working.” He looked at Mike. “You’re our only hope.”

“Obi-wan Kenobi, I’m not,” Mike grimaced out but looked up the staircase. With a weary sigh, he walked up the steps and paused out of Kevin’s bedroom. He knocked on the door. “Kevin?”

There wasn’t any reply.

Mike didn’t expect there would be. He knocked again. “It’s Mike. I’m coming in.” He opened the door to darkness.

The room was dimly lit, and Mike had to slowly let his eyes adjust to what little light there was. “Kevin?” he tried again.

There! A sound, Mike thought as he looked around. What did Kevin’s brothers say? He was under the bed?

Getting to his knees, Mike lifted the covers that had fallen off the bed to peer underneath. “Kevin?”

There was a whine and a shuffle as something moved under the bed.

“Kevin, please come out?” Mike asked. Here was a position he never thought he would be in: coaxing his werewolf boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) who was trapped in his wolf form out from under the bed.

A tongue licked his hand and then a snout poked out, sniffing Mike’s fingers. Mike kept still as the nose kept sniffing his fingers and then started to lick them again with a whine.

Mike ignored the teeth underneath the muzzle.

“Kevin, I’m sorry I ran,” Mike said softly. “I was a total douche and I didn’t understand and when I did I thought you were better off without me. I couldn’t even understand the kind of trust you were showing me in transforming in front of me.” He sighed. “I threw it back in your face and, just, I’m so, so sorry.”

There was another whine and Kevin’s head poked out, looking at Mike with sad eyes.

Mike bit his lip. He hadn’t really noticed before but Kevin had greyish-brown-coloured fur, kind of like how his hair looked like in the sunlight.

“All the way out?” Mike tried as he slowly moved his hand to start petting Kevin’s massive wolf-shaped head.

Kevin shook his head and slowly moved his body out from under the bed. Mike had to stifle his gasp when he finally saw Kevin’s full form.

He looks so thin, Mike thought wildly as he started to stroke the broad back, from ear tip to tail. He could feel Kevin’s ribs in each stroke. “C’mon, up on the bed?”

Kevin seemed to be running on some sort of autopilot and followed Mike’s directions effortlessly as he hopped onto the bed and Mike crawled in after him. Curling up beside Mike’s body, his head in Mike’s lap, there was a small huff and Kevin’s wolf body seemed to totally relax as Mike continued to pet him.

Something seemed to settle in Mike as well as he continue to pet Kevin and he slowly drifted off to sleep, Kevin soon following him.

When Mike woke again, the room was still dark, but something had changed. Glancing down, Mike saw a naked, human Kevin staring up at him.

“Kevin?” Mike asked, a little too hopefully.

“Real?” Kevin asked hoarsely as a hand tightened around Mike’s leg.

“I’m real,” Mike said firmly and offered Kevin his hand.

Kevin seemed to be caught in a state of canine emotions as he moved his head forward, scenting Mike’s hand and then licked a broad strip across the palm before settling his head back down on Mike’s lap seeming to go back to sleep.

Letting out a little sigh, Mike started to card his fingers through Kevin’s hair.

~~~

It continued like this for a few days. Mike would wake up and see Kevin in either his wolf form or human form; Kevin would scent Mike and then settle back down.

The Jonas family provided food for both of them and Mike managed to keep in contact with anyone who might be looking for him with his cell which he grabbed before being brought here.

On the seventh day of their self-imposed exile, Kevin woke up.

Mike woke to the sensation of an arm across his chest and a body curled up against his side with a nose planted right where his neck and shoulder met. Slowly opening his eyes he saw it was Kevin in human form, but he had clothes on and seemed to be here, properly.

“Kevin? Is that you?” Mike asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Kevin whispered as he removed his face from Mike’s neck and looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

Shifting slightly, Mike wrapped his arms around Kevin’s body who stiffened and then relaxed into the contact. “Your brothers kidnapped me,” he deadpanned, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“What?” Kevin asked sharply.

“I was a willing hostage, don’t worry,” Mike said as he hugged Kevin tightly. “They explained a few things and, just, I am so sorry, Kevin. I don’t know how many times I can apologize to make things up to you, but as your mate or whatever I will somehow.”

Kevin stiffened and turned his head away. “So you’re only here because you were told you were my mate.”

“No!” Mike said firmly, a little horrified at how quickly Kevin was shutting down. He had done this to Kevin. “I came because I’ve been moping around my house the past month getting drunk and shit thinking you were better off without me because I’m a complete and utter douchebag.” Mike licked his lips. “And then your brothers said you were doing about as well as me. And I wanted to make things right, I wanted to apologize. I wanted to say how sorry I am.” He looked away, loosening his hold on Kevin slightly. “I just wasn’t sure if you would accept my apologies.”

“Oh,” Kevin said softly as he sat up, wincing.

“You okay?” Mike asked quickly when he saw the wince and then mentally smacked himself.

Kevin just raised an eyebrow. “I just spent however long it was as a wolf, what do you think?”

“Right, stupid question,” Mike said sheepishly.

“How long was it, anyways?” Kevin asked as he started to stretch a little on the bed.

Mike slowly removed his arms. “A month and a week, but the past week you’ve been shifting back and forth as human and wolf, and snuggling up to me.”

Kevin frowned at that and felt his wolf brush across his mind, happy that their mate had returned. He sighed. Even though he was upset and hurt at what Mike had done there was still a little part of him that was happy that he had come back.

The sad truth was he needed Mike and it kind of looked like Mike needed him as well.

He bit his lip and looked up at Mike from his position on the bed. “I’m not saying I’m forgiving you right away, but I’ll accept the apology for now.”

Mike breathed a little sigh of relief.

“We may be mates, but it’s going to take a long time to get over the hurt that you caused me,” Kevin said firmly as he stared at Mike. “I do want to be with you again, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to trust you.”

“Understandable,” Mike said, nodding. “Just, I want to make things right, Kevin. And I know all the apologies in the world won’t make things okay again right away. But whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it.”

Kevin could smell the sincerity in Mike’s scent and thought, I can work with that.

“All right,” Kevin said and pointed at Mike. “First step, we’re snuggling.”

Mike’s eyebrows rose in surprise at how quickly Kevin was getting into being intimate, but he realized wolves were pack creatures and instantly settled back into the bed, letting Kevin snuggle into his side.

Things weren’t good yet, but this was the first step in making things better.

EPILOGUE
A Couple of Months Later

There were a couple hundred socks laid out all over the floor and bed, yarn attached to the foot part making it look like they had hair and faces drawn on the fabric.

“Soon! Soon they will know the beauty of the Sock Puppet Army!” Joe cried out,cackling as he looked at all the socks he had amassed.

His cackling was interrupted by his bedroom door opening, Mike and Kevin standing in the doorway.

“Joe, what have I told you about your hobbies?” Kevin asked sternly as he glared at Joe.

“This is the sock puppet theatre you were talking about a few months ago?” Mike asked Kevin as he looked at the socks incredulously.

Kevin aimed a shy smile at Mike. “Don’t the sock puppets look like you and me?”

Mike frowned at the socks and then his eyes winded as he realized the socks did look a little bit like him and Kevin.

Joe posed dramatically. “I have an army!”

Kevin and Mike exchanged a look and Mike then smirked at he looked at Joe as he laid a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “And we have a wolf.”

Stripping quickly, Kevin transformed and attacked the sock puppets.

“No! My pretties!” Joe cried out as he fell to his knees, watching Kevin systematically destroy the socks, ripping them up with sharp teeth.

Mike smirked as Kevin strutted back on four paws and sat down by his feet and let out a woofing laugh.

It was good to be part of the pack.

THE END.

Part 1//Masterpost