ᵖᵃᶜᵏ ᵏᶤᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵘʸ

                 “Hey, Aiden.”; he, too, finished his drink quickly, pushing himself up from his side before bating his eyelashes at the grumpy werewolf. He knows that somehow this whole talking about sex gets under Aiden’s skin, but whether it’s because the man really doesn’t want to talk about it or if this is his sexual frustration showing, Connor doesn’t know yet. A hand is soon placed on Aiden’s shoulder and Connor gives it a squeeze before winking. “I’d say if you want, you can listen to us, but I don’t like taking my flings home, so I guess I’ll see you around later.”

He leaned in, dangerously close only to whisper in his ear: “I’ll give you the details the next time, I promise.”, before turning around, getting enough money out of his pocket to cover for his drink and go to the ‘tall guy with the curls’ just as Aiden had suggested he should.

Connor might enjoy the hunt, but Aiden? Aiden was no one you could actually hunt. Maybe lure into a trap, but that’s about it.

                  “ yeah what about not? ” those last words spoken and he’s out of the bar. walking home. finally reaching his apartment taking a deep breath. happy he’s home. yet not sleepy at all. as soon as his jacket and shoes are off he lays on the couch. staring at the ceiling. there’s nothing special he thinks of. maybe a bit curious if the other really went  for the fucking. if it’s so. another one reason to deny the human.

connor is doing nothing more than giving aiden reasons to not let himself to do anything. maybe his mind on the last boy. josh was different. everyone seems w r o n g after him. a small shake to get his mind off the past. there’s a reason he left with some other pack members who had children. shouldn’t be involved to any of this mess new orleans is. pay for something they are innocent for like he used to be. like his little brother was.  

                        “I don’t like twinks.”, he decided not to pay any attention to the rest of Aiden’s little speech as he pushed his now-empty glass across the bar to get a refill. The bartender got the hint and gave him what he wanted immediately and Connor could easily shift back into his predator like position as he let his gaze wander through the bar once again.

“The tall one over there with the curls. Him, I’d take. – Hell, him I’d share with you. Why do you always have to be such a lame party-pooper, Aiden? You didn’t want to fuck with me before getting to know me and now you don’t want to be a… ‘leftover’? Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean…”

                        “ you know connor, gay doesn’t mean I want you in my ass or to be in yours. or whatever the hell is in your mind. give.it.up. ” he’s not having temper probelms. mostly known to be calm. or just joke around but connor had to mention sex everytime they met. that’s what you have when you share a building with him. even if there are at least seven etages between their apartments. connor having the best view. him just the usual. “ go on and get the one with the curls. not interested in treesomes. ”

               “A boner? You really think sitting here and taking in the view of the few eye-candies at this place, including you, is enough to make me hard? That’s adorable. I’m aroused but… That’s pretty much my ‘natural’ state, but I’m not hard. Not yet. You are welcome to go down on me and see what it takes to get me there, though.”

                “When you say you can be harder than a ‘human sex machine’, are you referring to me as that or what exactly are you trying to tell me, Aiden?”

                “ yeah yeah whatever. I don’t care && yes I was refering to you obviously. not gonna deny this one but you know what? I do prefer people that can do more than admiring themselves in the mirror and stick their dicks into holes but as you said. there are many here.why don’t you try your l u c k there huh? ”

                  “Are you seriously calling me stubborn when it’s you who is                    changing his mind and denying himself the best sex of his                    life for whatever reason? I mean, really, Aiden. You sniff at                    me. You are at my mouth, if you could, you’d most likely                    end up starring at my crotch, too… – And I can’t even blame                    you for it. I’m irresistible. I’m like the cat-nip version for gay.”

          He tilts his glass up to his lips, taking a big sip out of it and setting it           down with a proud and stupidly wide smirk on his face. “I’m gay-nip.”

                           “ okay let me give some lessons how my WEREWOLF SENSES work. first I hear more than you without focusing. scents are more intense for me without focusing. got that for starters? do not need to sniff on you to know you are horny besides isn’t it like constant thing for you? when don’t you have a boner? seriously. maybe you should stop making my abilities about you when they obviously aren’t. ” 

               “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. What I know is that you are being a dork and… —- I happen to have a thing for dorks.” It’s not like Connor was going to hide his intentions. Not when he knew deep down (and maybe not so deep down), Aiden wanted nothing but to fuck him.

                                “Do you want me to finish my drink so we can                                        get going or should I ask for a refill?”

             maybe he’s a bit attracted to him. won’t let himself be affected by it though. but he is not the one night stand guy. or at least not with guys like connor. “ yeah what about you go to other dorks then? ” his voice cold and some seconds ago he was just staring at his mouth. werewolves were known for sudden mood changes. wouldn’t be really different for aiden.

                       it hadn’t been the most preferable of situations when the call came at a time when the institute was desolate apart from the presence of one in the library, succumbed into his reading when the others patrolled around the streets of manhattan. so it had been an EMERGENCY. a maddened, loose werewolf && it wasn’t even a full moon. the shadowhunter hadn’t equipped himself with too many weapons, so he had travelled light. but most importantly, he hadn’t believed he would need them. not when there were other solutions than to exert violence against a PERSON who had no control over what they were doing. it hadn’t been easy, but the archer had managed to talk the young werewolf into shifting back to his human form, unscathed && uninjured. though something else could be said about alec. his eyes landed the other boy; he was older, && alec recognised the relief that adorned his expression when he saw the younger boy safely in his arms. BROTHERS, alec guessed. ❜ you don’t have to thank me. ❛ he raised his hand to touch the back of his head && he felt something damp. ❜ is he going to be okay? ❛

                      “If it count for anything, you’d be the first werewolf on that                       list.”, he arched a brow, trying to hide the smirk on his face                       but deciding to not give a damn as he licked over his lips,                       tasting the alcohol and enjoying it. “Also, if anything, it’s half                       of the male population of america, not half of america, aiden.”