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Derek was in the middle of stripping his shirt off in the laundry room, having decided literally right before starting the washing machine that yeah, this also needed to be washed, too, when he heard the voice.  He gave a muffled grunt through his shirt, as it was completely covering his face for a moment.  “Oh, working and sleeping, mostly,” he replied, unused to the trivial small talk of sharing the laundry room, “…um…you?” Like his neighbor, he hadn’t really been expecting to see anyone else in here at this time. He had monitored the laundry room close enough to know when it was usually empty. This was supposed to be one of those times. Not that he minded sharing the space or anything; he was just always too awkward at “socializing” and preferred to avoid it. He had a reputation for being “stuck-up” at school, but that was largely just his total ineptitude at having normal conversations.  Speaking of which, he should probably be paying attention to his neighbor’s answer, instead of spacing out and being creepy as hell.

Adam smiled a little bit when derek stood there with his shirt off, it was impossible to not be taken in by the flawless form of the muscular hunk. he was nothing short of flawless and a sight to behold. Sure he also seemed awkward as hell but as far as Adam was concerned, that only added a layer of cuteness on top of the hotness that he’d been entranced by for weeks.

“Mostly work, busy time with a lot of people bringing in their kids pets for their first checkup” he said casually as possible, leaning back and trying to look relaxed. He casually scratched his large firm chest, trying to look casual and maybe get Derek to look at him in the same way that Adam had been looking at Derek. “Lucky me getting a few days free though, was going to run out of clean clothes if I didn’t have that time off soon” he added casually.

Jason wasn’t a strip club kind of guy. It wasn’t that he had anything against them or the people who preform at them but it wasn’t exactly his scene. Except for tonight, apparently. His friend was getting married and Jason found himself agreeing to go to the strip club since he was her best man. Apparently the place his friend decided to go to was a high end strip club with only the best looking strippers dancing.

His eyes scanned the room as they answer, the lights low and flashing and it definitely set him on high alert. Drinks being served left and right from barely dressed men. A part of him wondered why he didn’t just come here for the eye candy at least. The music switched and an answer came over the speaker and introducing the next dancer. His eyes slowly turned to the stage, after taking a sip of his heavily alcoholic drink and his mouth fell over. The sight of the man dancing on stage was something else. He was gorgeous. Definitely could be a model. He was in awe and he didn’t know what to do but just stare as his friends hollered and there money. 

Will smiled brightly and chuckled as he shook the teacher’s hand. “Ah, Mister Derek. It’s lovely to meet you.” he replied, taking his hand back and returning his hold on his daughter. 

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Derek wasn’t quite sure how his room mate ended up talking him into coming to this club or dressing up in these ridiculous clothes, but here they both were; Joseph dancing and apparently having a good time; Derek standing around wishing the wall or floor would swallow him whole.  “If you can even call this a shirt,” he muttered, picking at the dark mesh tank top Joseph had given him to wear, “it’s completely see through!”

“Derek, oh my god,” he says, as he sees the werewolf chained up. He knew that Derek was trapped, he just didn’t expect him to be this trapped. A quick glance around revealed an otherwise empty room save for the two of them and a table full of torture supplies.

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“I-I-I…” Derek stammered, as Peter asked why he was standing on his doorstep at 3 in the morning. He didn’t know what to say. He was wearing skintight black jeans and a skintight dark tanktop. He also wore a black leather jacket and just below the knee boots. He shivered in the cold night air and gratefully followed his boyfriend inside, where he took off his jacket.  His face was bruised and his lip had a small cut. “I…I was…mugged…” It was mostly the truth. There was more, but he didn’t really want to get into it at the moment.