Blue pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders as Eivind provided the summary of Sig and Stellan's evening. What had begun as a fun, alcohol-drenched celebration of their engagement had ended in something bad for his friends... Or was it? Blue was having a difficult time deciding. He frowned, staring at the window with an intense gaze. His head felt like it had been smashed with a hammer while he slept, his stomach felt empty and nauseated simultaneously. His own observations told him Sig and Stellan liked one another. Sig was touchy, and Stellan liked to nuzzle and kiss. They spent all their time together when Stellan wasn't working on cars, and sometimes even then Sig would disappear from the motel to drop in on the big wolf for a visit. They enjoyed one another, but Lofgren forcing them to mate...<br/><br/>Flashes of his and Eivind's first time together sprang into his mind. He recalled the joy he felt at feeling Eivind inside of him, the rightness of being with a man every inch of his body craved, but he also remembered how nervous the idea had made him. The "wolf marriage" was a scary thing, a commitment to be together forever, and not just the way humans promised themselves to each other. Human connections were pathetic in comparison, with mixed emotions and love that waxed and waned like the moon. Wolves seemed to entertain no such ambivalence, and Blue believed Eivind when he whispered to him beneath the bed sheets that they would belong to one another for life. Blue had been scared, but he had dived into his life with Eivind head first. His choice. It sounded as though Sig and Stellan were given no other option, and he hoped being forced to weave their lives together didn't ruin the casual relationship that had developed between them.<br/><br/>"Lofgren is a bad wolf," Blue mumbled, wiping at the sleep encrusted at the corners of his eyes. "He's the reason we can't go home. I want to go home." Living at the motel had certainly lost its rebel feel, and Blue was beginning to hate the stiff sheets, the ugly mod decor, the way he couldn't get anything other than local channels on the old television while everything else consisted of static. He missed the house Eivind had built with his own hands, the artwork he had put up, the freedom Eivind gave him to cover every inch of the lived-in cabin with paint. And now Lofgren wasn't just controlling his life, but he's friends' lives as well. None of it felt right to Blue, and he sat with that stern look on his sharp features until Eivind ran his calloused fingers through his thick dark hair.<br/><br/>"Oh, are you trying to convince me I<i>made</i>you fuck me senseless?" Blue replied sardonically, a wry smile coiling on his lips. "I'm sure that was difficult for you. 'But Blue, I've already fucked you twice today, are you<i>sure</i>you want it again?'" he mocked, dropping his voice low to playfully mimic the lusty growl Eivind took on whenever he anticipated sex.<br/><br/>"Yes, my rough alpha was coerced into sex by a six-foot tall twig. Sounds about right." Blue took Eivind's hand into his, bringing the wolf's hard fingers up to his lips, kissing them gently. "Since I'm so good at making you do things for me, take me to that cafe on Grant and buy me a latte and bacon sandwich, my perfect wolf."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>x - x - x - x - x</b><br/>​</div>Stellan spent the night curled around Sig's body, wrapped up close and breathing in the scent of the little wolf's hair. His mate's presence calmed him, sending him into a peaceful slumber the moment their heads touched the pillows. With Sig, anxiety melted away and his body grew heavy, sinking in the thin mattress of the pull-out. Despite their humble sleeping arrangements, Stellan had never felt more comfortable, sleeping through the daylight and only waking once the sun began to kiss the horizon.<br/><br/>The big wolf unfurled himself from his rounded position, tucked around his lover, stretching his aching limbs. Sig still slept soundly, hair splayed out behind him like a shining golden fan. Carefully, Stellan crawled from the bed, pulling at the wrinkles in his clothes and snatching his keys. A note pad and pen sat on the table next to his bullied tool box, pieces all still strewn out onto the floor. Grabbing the pen, Stellan scribbled a quick note to his mate, not wanting him to fret if he woke up alone.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Getting some food. Don't worry. Be back soon.<br/>
- Stellan </span><br/><br/>He placed the note onto the pillow next to Sig, a quick smile flicking across his face before he headed out through the garage door, double checking to make sure it locked behind him.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later, Stellan returned with two disposable cups of coffee and sandwiches from the deli down the block, wrapped in white paper and tucked carefully instead a brown paper bag. Balancing their food in the crook of his elbow, Stellan slid the garage door open slowly, not wanting to alarm his companion.<br/><br/>"You up?" he called out. "I got us some stuff from Panelli's. I, uh, I hope you slept all right."