"If you'd been a bit more of a bastard or I'd been a bit less of one, I'd have been worried," Dwayne says, perfectly seriously. He glances down at his crotch, wincing just a little bit. At Josh's size, he's allowed to be a bit confident in that regard, because if Dwayne had been any smaller, werewolf or not, he would have been hedging his bets. As it is, he's lucky he's heavier and stronger than even his solid build suggests. Secret ace in the hole saves his ass again, and yes, he will be keeping it secret for...well, as long as he fairly can.
The fact that Dwayne turns into a two-hundred-plus pound timber wolf on his days off is a need-to-know basis. Josh doesn't, yet.
He rolls his shoulders, working the kinks out. The fact that Josh is up and moving is a good sign. He seems to know his body's limits, has been roughed up enough times to know when he can keep going and when to just lay back down, so Dwayne figures he can trust him enough to say he's good to go. He'll still be keeping an eye on Josh for signs of more damage than just a little roughing up, and if anything alarming turns up, then he'll change the plans to involve a doctor (under the table, of course).
And at that last, Dwayne has to laugh. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he says, genuinely pleased with the compliment but doing his best to look at least a little coy, smoothing his neatly clipped beard smugly. "I like to think I've got the 'over forty' category nailed, too." He knows he's in good shape, but it's not every day that he gets to hear it from an attractive young (much younger) man, and damn right he's going to bask in it a little bit.
Then he smiles just a bit, the corner of his mouth tilting in wry amusement. "And since we aren't finishing up this trip with you shoved in the trunk of my car, I think you can probably call me Dwayne, by the way."
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The fact that Dwayne turns into a two-hundred-plus pound timber wolf on his days off is a need-to-know basis. Josh doesn't, yet.
He rolls his shoulders, working the kinks out. The fact that Josh is up and moving is a good sign. He seems to know his body's limits, has been roughed up enough times to know when he can keep going and when to just lay back down, so Dwayne figures he can trust him enough to say he's good to go. He'll still be keeping an eye on Josh for signs of more damage than just a little roughing up, and if anything alarming turns up, then he'll change the plans to involve a doctor (under the table, of course).
And at that last, Dwayne has to laugh. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he says, genuinely pleased with the compliment but doing his best to look at least a little coy, smoothing his neatly clipped beard smugly. "I like to think I've got the 'over forty' category nailed, too." He knows he's in good shape, but it's not every day that he gets to hear it from an attractive young (much younger) man, and damn right he's going to bask in it a little bit.
Then he smiles just a bit, the corner of his mouth tilting in wry amusement. "And since we aren't finishing up this trip with you shoved in the trunk of my car, I think you can probably call me Dwayne, by the way."