"I wanna do more for you," Blue mumbled against Eivind's lips, pulling himself against his lover's body, shivering when the wolf's rough hands took hold of his narrow hips. He liked the way the older male's body responded to his, as if they were in sync on a deeper level than his brain could comprehend. Eivind's cock had stayed rigid and tumid for him throughout their conversation, and the young man obeyed without hesitation as Eivind directed him down to their erections, encouraging Blue to touch and stroke as he pleased.<br/><br/>Blue happily held onto the paired shafts, rocking his hips beneath the water to rub his own sensitive member against the veined, pulsing arousal of his mate. The husky sound of Eivind's voice as he instructed him to be slow and gentle had a sway over him he couldn't resist, so Blue made sure to control his breathing. He took long, deep breaths as he rubbed them together, urging them along to a shared climax while Eivind took control of his mouth. The man in the tub with him was different from the one he had met what felt like ages ago, able to conduct himself with a sense of control and patience Blue had never been completely sure he could possess. It seemed as though the wolf was able to be sweet and resigned as long as he received the opportunity to touch and kiss his young lover, and Blue was more than willing to oblige.<br/><br/>"I want you," Blue breathed in response, closing his eyes as his rubbing became more focused and intense. Eivind would force them to wait until the doctor said it was okay for them to fuck, though perhaps with more appropriate terminology. The wolf seemed to care more about Blue's health than he did, but he certainly couldn't fault his lover for that. When they both came, groaning and growling into one another's ears like savage beasts, their milky ejaculate swirled in the cool waters of the tub, causing Blue to laugh and gasp as he came down from the rolling pleasure of his orgasm. They exited the tub and drained the water, tainted with their shared seed, and Blue pulled Eivind into the shower to quickly rinse the left over conditioner out of his hair, and to wash his own. His dark strands desperately needed the attention, and he felt like a new man when he could run his fingers through his hair without hitting numerous snags.<br/><br/>Blue opted not to return to his dirty clothes and instead just wrapped himself in a fluffy white robe with golden embroidery on the left side of the chest, displaying the name of the hotel Sig had picked out for them. Eivind directed his attention to the various eateries they had available to them, and when they mutually decided on Italian, Eivind immediately handed him the phone. Blue stared, and Eivind merely said he didn't like talking to strangers. The boy broke out into a laughter, but he took the phone and smiled at his mate, shaking his head. "My big strong man can kill a murderous moose with his teeth but he can't talk to a stranger on the phone. Okay, princess."<br/><br/>The phone rang and a young woman answered the other line, her voice delicate and polite. "Hi, I'd like place an order for delivery? . . . Yes, the Fairmont, room 305. . . . Can I please get a large Pizza Ultima with double meat . . . yes, double . . . The Linguine Alla Marinara, the large portion, please. . . . A Caesar salad on the side, can I get extra dressing with that? . . . Yes, oh, can I get the Eggplant Parmigiana, too? Excellent . . . Um, an order of the tiramisu, and how many cannoli come in an order? . . . Yeah, give me two orders of those. . . . No, that's it. . . . Yes, the order is for Eivind. . . . No, it's spelled E-I . . . No,<i>E-I</i>, not A-I . . . Can you just put it under Blue? . . . Yes, like the color, that's fine." The young man rolled his eyes and gave the darling girl over the phone a quick thank you when she told him the food should arrive in approximately an hour. After he had hung up, Blue turned to his lover and grinned. "Your parents couldn't name you Mike, or something?"<br/><br/>The hour went by quickly with the two males cuddled up on the bed together, absentmindedly watching whatever drivel they could find on television, though neither of them were very interested, far more entertained by one another's bodies as they kissed and licked one another when the mood came over them. Blue was more than happy when a knock came at their door and Eivind retrieved their food, bringing it all over to the huge bed and laying it out like they were kids at a slumber party. Blue tried a bit of everything, and was happy when Eivind did so as well. He had eaten very little over the past few months, surviving only on the scraps Alden had given him during his time with Lofgren's pack and then mostly jerky and roots when he was with Eivind, momentarily suspended the week or so they were in the wolf's cabin and Eivind had cooked for him regularly, even when they weren't speaking to one another.<br/><br/>Blue's stomach filled quickly, though he did manage to eat half of the tiramisu and few cannoli before his body told him it was enough and he lay back on the bed, already falling into a deep slumber with his robe half open as Eivind stored the left over food away in the hotel room's mini-fridge. He slept well that night, with his belly full and his cock somewhat satisfied, though his body would begin begging him for release soon enough.<br/><br/>Their morning breakfast was pleasant, and although Blue was dressed once more in his used up clothes, he was excited for their scheduled tiny shopping spree, figuring he could probably convince Eivind into purchasing a few things for both of them, not just one. They both needed new shirts, pants,<i>and </i>shoes, and Blue hoped with a little sweet talk Eivind would be willing to spoil him. It certainly lessened the guilt knowing Eivind didn't mind spending money on him, and Blue would find some way to repay his lover, even if it wasn't monetary.<br/><br/>The small pile of pancakes, hashbrowns and sausage on Blue's plate paled in comparison to the mountain of food Eivind had retrieved for himself, and even that Blue didn't manage to finish completely. He had spread a generous amount of creamy, fattening butter onto his pancakes and had opted out of using any syrup, finding it mildly amusing that his partner had done so as well. He could feel Eivind looking at him, silently encouraging him to eat more, so Blue got himself a ceramic bowl filled with strawberries and orange slices, nibbling on those quietly as Eivind spoke.<br/><br/>"Yes, Westfield Mall, a couple of blocks from here. It's like three stories, with a few department stores and a whole bunch of specialty stores. You can find everything there. I won't request we go into any of the insanely expensive stores where they sell a pair of jeans for a hundred bucks, but I will warn you ahead of time that nothing there is exactly cheap. We'll go to someplace a little more classic and mid-range, not so flashy. I have an idea of what I think will look really good on you, but we won't know for sure until we get there and see what we can find. It might take a little longer than I initially thought, since I'll be looking for both of us."<br/><br/>Sitting behind Eivind, a pair of older ladies with dyed hair and silver roots were staring at them, sipping their coffee or tea or whatever and murmuring into their beverages, milky eyes looking oddly at Blue as he chewed on his fruit. He didn't like the way they were glaring at him, and it filled him with anger as they whispered to one another behind steaming white ceramic mugs. Blue was an incredibly patient young man, usually very polite and understanding, but staring had always set him off for reasons he could never completely understand. He hated the way the women mumbled, their muffled voices carrying across the busy dining hall and somehow still managing to creep into his ear and eat away at him, causing his body to tremble and his fingers to twitch against the smooth tabletop. What was wrong with him? What was it about him that invited such condescending glowering? Was it because he was with Eivind? Or because he looked so young? Blue had always been carded the few times he had ventured out of the house to go to bars, or whenever he stopped at the liquor store to buy himself some vodka or whiskey. People always stared a little too long at his ID, a little too skeptically, and they always questioned if he<i>really</i>was twenty-one.<br/><br/>Was there something wrong with his appearance? He looked significantly better since he had bathed, washed and combed his hair, still shaggy, sure, but that was how he thought it looked best, long enough just to curl around his ears, the edge of his neck and to dip slightly into his eyes. The dark circles were gone, and although Blue was still underweight, it wasn't as noticeable when he was sitting down. It seemed whatever it was that drew the women's eyes, it was too interesting for them to drop, and after a few minutes of shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Blue stood, chugging the last of the coffee in his own sparkling white mug and reaching for Eivind's hand. "Can we go now?" Blue asked, pulling the wolf up from his seat. His plate was empty, anyway.<br/><br/>Once they were in Eivind's truck, Blue gave the wolf directions to the mall, taking him to the back parking lot and away from the typically crowded garage, although as they were driving through Blue was surprised to see a lack of vehicles occupying every available space. "What day is it?" Blue asked, suddenly realizing he had lost track of the days of the week a long time ago. It must have been a weekday of some kind for so few shoppers to be around, but Blue thought this would be for the best. He wasn't entirely fond of crowds, and he was sure his lover wouldn't be, either. The easier they could make this process, the better.<br/><br/>"Come on," he said happily, smiling at his wolf as the truck calmed and eased into silence. "Let's get you looking like a respectable gentleman."