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“Sure you don’t want to come with?” Mick asked.

“Have I ever gone with you?” Toby looked up at the oh-so-fascinating ceiling and ignored his brother. They’d been bothering him to go running since he came back home. As much as he wanted to, he was afraid of giving away his feelings for Cliff.

“Come on, Tobe. Live a little,” Cliff said, popping his head into the room beside Mick.

“No thanks, maybe another time.”

Mick shook his head, turning around to walk back to the living room. Toby waited for the door to shut. When it didn’t, he glanced back to see Cliff standing in the doorway, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to join in, Toby. We are all the same. No one is going to treat you any differently now that you’re back again.”

He huffed, twisting his body to lie on his stomach. It was rare for any werewolf to move outside the area. The pack tended to stay together—they were stronger when they were all in one place. There had been more than a few protests when he left Calgary to accept a teaching job outside the city, but he couldn’t risk staying here and letting his feelings for Cliff get stronger. His parents might not have known why he was so adamant to move away this past year, but they supported his decision anyway. His dad had even butted heads with some of the elders over it.

Reaching over the bed, Toby picked up his headphones. He was terrified that Cliff would want to talk to him more. Every time he got near the man recently, Toby feared he would start to stutter, or say something infernally stupid. He didn’t want Cliff to realize how far gone Toby was for him. He wasn’t unintelligent, he was sure Cliff didn’t have feelings for him. Hell, Toby’d never even seen Cliff with another man. He was probably as straight as could be. It would be better for all involved if he could just fall out of love and move on to someone he could actually get. He sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I can see I’m not going to change your mind today.” Cliff shook his head.

Toby pointedly ignored him, jacking up the volume. He’d get the hint and leave, and then Toby wouldn’t be surrounded by his appealing scent. The soothing sounds of the Traveling Wilburys filled his ears. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on his bent arms.

He jerked when something hit his back. Trying to sit up, he was caught by the lean body that bent to keep him in place. Two tanned hands landed on the bed to either side of his face. Cliff lowered his body, sitting squarely on Toby’s ass. He leaned his head in to smooth his cheek along Toby’s.

Cliff neatly plucked off Toby’s headphones, replacing the voice of Bob Dylan with his rumbling growl.

“I may joke around, I may even tease, but I will not be ignored. Is that clear?”

Toby nodded, breathing hard. Cliff shifted forward on Toby. He felt an increased pressure on his lower back, the slow rise of Cliff’s cock. Toby stayed absolutely still, stunned at the feel of the body on top of him. He smelled his own arousal decorating the air with the scent of his escalating passion. Cliff inhaled noisily. He ground his cock into Toby, causing him to squirm despite his attempts to stay still.

Cliff chuckled, scraping his teeth along Toby’s jaw.

“Are you coming or not?” Mick’s irritated voice interrupted.

“Not yet,” Cliff crooned in Toby’s ear. “But your brother is damn close.”

“Jesus, Cliff. Enough,” Mick barked.

Cliff snickered, pausing to brush his lips along Toby’s cheek before gracefully arching up, swinging his leg over and landing beside the bed. Toby pressed his face into the covers below him, waiting until he heard the snick of the door closing. With a shuddering groan, he looked up. His brother and Cliff were gone. What the hell had just happened?