Werewolf Boyfriend: Dean 2 (rough draft)

The new yoga class that Rosie is taking you to starts at the same time you usually begin your work out. Actually, it starts an hour later, so you get to make yourself one of your rare fancy breakfasts. Which is not really fancy, you just get an avocado and call it that. But, you get to enjoy it, which makes it extra fancy.

You meet up with Rosie half way through your run, and together you go to the building the class is being held in. It was once an old chain store that had gone out of business and was now outfitted as office spaces. The new yoga studio was at the back, so you walked through the center which had been outfitted with a small cafe, seating and lots of plants.

“We’ll get coffee before we go!” Rosie was so excited. She had been wanting to try yoga, but the one class offered at the gym was a bit advanced. This class was specially set up for beginners and easy going types.

The class is already quite full, but you and Rosie manage to find a spot together near the end. It’s closer to the front than you would like, but everyone seems to be staying towards the back.

“I wonder who the teacher is,” Rosie says quietly. “I know it’s a guy, I wonder if he’s cute.”

You smirk at her. “How many times do I have to remind you about Mikey?”

“It’s just nice to have something to look at. Chill.” Rosie’s eyes then perk up as she looks towards the door at the back of the classroom. “No way. The shadow is here!”

You turn around to see Dean coming out of the back room. He takes to the front of the class, setting up the music which begins to play. “Is he the teacher?”

“Oh wow, that is not what I expected.” Rosie sits in attention like the rest of the class.

“Good morning,” Dean says charmingly. “How is everyone doing today? Well, I hope you’re all excited to join us. This is our first day open, our very first class, and we’re so excited to finally be up and going after months of working on getting the space ready.”

“I wonder if this was the good work he was talking about,” you murmur.

Rosie leans towards you. “What?” You try to brush her off as Dean keeps talking.

“And just so you all know, there are two things I wanna start with before we get serious. One, I got a cavity filled yesterday and my jaw still kind of hurts. Two, this is a birthmark.” He touches the port wine stain on his face. “I’m not burnt. It does not hurt. I have had this since I was born. No, I don’t want it fixed. No, my mother did not drink wine while she was pregnant with me, it’s just a term.”

Rosie’s cheeks turn bright red and you giggle.

Dean spots you and smiles in your direction before returning to the class. “Okay, now we can get down to business. I want you all to sit, get nice and comfortable, and we are going to breathe.” He sits and instructs you on how to breathe, which is nice. You didn’t expect just breathing to do that.

You’re quite stiff, so some of the poses you go through are difficult to master. Dean is quite busy, going around the class and helping others. He then comes to you. “Mind if I touch your hips?”

“Uh-” You’re a bit embarrassed. “Okay!”

He places his hands firmly and gently on your hips, helping you to move into a better position. “There we go. Remember to breathe. After a while this will get easier to do.”

“I sure hope so. I’ve never been able to touch my toes,” you say jokingly.

Dean chuckles, helping you move into the next position. “Give me a couple of weeks and I’ll have you touching your toes.”

“Do I need to call the cops?” Rosie teases.

“Hopefully not.” Dean stands back up, going to help another student in the class. After the class ends, lots of people go to the front to sign up for packages and memberships. You are still sitting, breathing in deeply.

“Oh shoot,” Rosie huffs.

“What’s the matter?” You ask.

Rosie is looking at her phone. “It’s Mikey. He wants to eat my pussy.”

“Rosie, c’mon!” You whine.

“I guess I’ll go home. Sorry I can’t get a fancy coffee with you.” She stands up. “I’ll make a membership online. Are you going to join?”

You glance towards Dean at the front. “I’m thinking about it.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then.” Rosie leaves with a crowd. You get up, rolling up your mat. You approach the front where the crowd has died down a bit.

“How did you like it?” Dean asks, looking excited.

“It was fun. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did. I also didn’t expect you to be the teacher.”

Dean chuckles. “I was surprised to see you too. And yeah, the reason I moved out here was to be an instructor. Although the lady I worked for before retired, so my friend and I opened up this place.”

“That’s pretty impressive. Was there not that big a call for yoga in Hearthway Hollow?” You ask, hoping this will open up so you can inquire about the werewolf rumor.

He sighs heavily. “There were plenty of studios down there, but making money was the hard part. I could make money with it out here. Even if it was far out.” Dean then points to the membership board. “Are you wanting to sign up.”

You shrug. “Sure. Rosie and I will probably make this our weekend thing.”

“Good,” he says brightly. “I don’t have another class for a while, my business partner has the next one. Wanna get something at the cafe.”

Your heart flips, your stomach flops. You stumble with your words for a second then nod. “Sure. I’ve got nothing else to do until later.”

“Okay great! Go sign up, I’m going to go change shirts really quick.” He leaves and you go to the sign up board, leaving your information. You then wait for him, and when he comes out it’s the first time you’ve seen him with his bun down. His hair is quite dark, save for the right side which is all white and gray. In a way it reminds you of Cruella.

Dean is fussing with the ponytail then just stops and lets it hang. “Ready?”

“Yeah. How’s your tooth?” You ask.

“My jaw is sore from the shot, but the tooth feels so much better. I actually was able to have ice cream last night.” He leads you out towards the cafe where people from the class have already gathered.

“You like ice cream?” You chuckle.

“So much,” he sighs. “It’s my guilty pleasure,” he says with a wink.

You want to bring up werewolves, but how? “So I looked up your town last night.”

There’s a noticeable bristle to his demeanor. “Really? Were you that curious about it?” He reaches back and rubs his neck.

You try to reassure him with a smile. “A little. I could just be nosy too. But I found something weird-”

Dean huffs. “Here it comes.”

“So you’re aware,” you don’t want to laugh just yet.

“Is it about the werewolves?” He asks.

You bite your tongue. “Maybe?”

He shrugs and pops his neck. “Everyone back home finds it to be such a joke. They think it’s hilarious that we have all these werewolf rumors. Ever since that damn Twilight shit came out, it’s only made it worse.”

“Oh-” You fidget, feeling guilty you brought up.

“Sorry,” he huffs. “I think it’s-” He hesitates and you can see how hard he’s thinking behind his eyes. “People think werewolves are bad right? That they’re evil. Which is bad for a small town like Hearthway Hollow. I don’t want anyone thinking anything bad about it or the people there. Just because werewolf history is-” Dean stops again. “I know you like this paranormal stuff, so maybe you understand what I’m trying to say.”

“It’s pitbulls vs chihuahuas.”

Dean frowns at you. “Huh?”

“Chihuahuas are the most vicious dog breed right? But they don’t have the stigma that pitbulls have. So, in a way, werewolves have the pitbull stigma, when in reality, there are chihuahuas out there just free to kill who they want.”

Dean’s expression softens and he suddenly starts to laugh. “Who is the chihuahua in this situation?” He starts to cackle.

“I’m just trying to help!” You can’t help but giggle when seeing him laugh like that.

You continue to laugh, even as you make your drink order. Dean pays for your coffee and you go and sit down together. It’s nice, it feels natural. The more you talk to him, the more and more you like him.

“Just so I don’t seem weird, would it be okay if I got your number now, rather than take it from the sign up board?” Dean asks. “I don’t wanna be that guy.”

You bite your lip and nod. “I’d prefer it.”

“And uh, just so I get that analogy correctly,” he murmurs as he takes out his phone. “You like pitbulls right?”

You put your number into his contacts with a smile. “They’re my favorite dog.”

“Okay. Cool. Awesome.” He looks at his phone then writes something. You get a text a second later. “That’s me.”

You look at your phone and grin. “A date?”

Dean nods. “Whenever you’re free.”

You could almost kiss him now. “I’ll check my schedule when I get home. But I am free this evening, unless you’re busy because it’s the opening day.”

He looks very disappointed. “Yeah, it’s going to be hectic today. We’ll probably have a private celebration for the first day, then hit the bed until tomorrow.”

“Make sense. I’ll let you know what days are good for me when I get back home. Thanks for the coffee.” You stand up from the table. “Good luck with the rest of your opening day.”

“Thanks,” he beams. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

At home, you get a shower first thing, just as a force of habit. After that you message Dean back with the days you can go out. Saturdays are usually best, but you’re willing to give up an evening to go out with him. You don’t hear from him for a while, he is busy after all. But when he does reply, you get excited.

“I know it’s an odd day, but would Wednesday evening be okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I get off work around five, so how about we meet up somewhere at six?” You ask.

“Sounds good! Anywhere you’d like to go?”

You smile to yourself. “Would I be too awful if I asked for a surprise?”

“Not at all. Okay. I’ll figure something out that’ll be fun. I’m kind of excited. Is that too embarrassing?” Dean texts back.

He’s so cute. “I’m excited too. It’s not embarrassing.”

“Okay good!”

You text back and forth on and off all day, probably during his breaks. You clean your place all day. The deep clean was a monthly ritual. Once it was done it was getting dark out, so you got a quick shower, had your dinner, and then got in bed. It was early, but you liked to catch up on your shows on saturday evenings. You then played around on your phone, reading up on werewolves. You read one story about a man called Lyacon who made a meal of a sacrificed boy which angered Zeus who turned him and all his sons into werewolves. Another story was of Nordic origin, and talked about a father and son who wore magical pelts that turned them into wolves. They went on a killing spree which only ended when the father almost killed the son. There was a lot of horror, a lot of rage, that went along with the werewolf myth. It was only until recently there were stories that softened their image, made them sympathetic and even heroic. There was a lot of erotica too, but that was a different story.

When you fell asleep, you drifted into a dream. A concoction of your excitement, internet browsing, and subsequent reading, had created a world in your mind where you were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You were running through the forest, hoping to evade whatever dangers were there so you could reach the safety of the cottage up ahead. The cottage stayed in the same place no matter how much you moved. You came to a stop and around you the forest became a circle, placing you in the dead center. You heard raspy breathing from the trees, laughter and low voices. From the corner of your eye you saw grey fur. You tried to track it, but it always moved away from your vision at the same moment.

You walked ahead, reaching the cottage after a few steps. You knocked on the door, but there was no reply. Again you saw the hint of gray fur from the corner of your eye. You turn to catch it, but it moves away again too quickly. You stood on tiptoe to peer in through the window. Inside you could see a woman naked in bed. Her head was thrown back and she was crying out in passion. Between her open thighs there was a massive beast covered in fur. You watched curiously as the beast brought the woman to ecstasy. Her body shivered, her back arched, the creature grinned with pleasure as he lifted his great head. He was a werewolf, his jowls glistening with the woman’s arousal. You marvel at how big his tongue is as he laps at the mess.

“All the better to eat you with, my dear.” The voice breathes into your ear, sending shivers and jolts of arousal down your legs. The wolf inside looks out the window and directly into your eyes. He grins wickedly before going down upon the woman again who cries out loudly. Hands climb up your legs, grabbing your frimley yet gently around the hips. They hold you place place as you feel fur at the back of your legs. The werewolf growls into your ear and you wake up.

You swallow first, blinking blindly into the darkness around you. You check your phone for the time then set it aside again as you catch your breath. You’ve never had a wet dream like that before. You get up to get a drink of water and to try and sort this thing out. Of course you had such a dream. After reading all those werewolf stories, and some of the erotica, you were bound to succumb to such dreams! It made sense. Not to mention you were excited for your date with Dean, that was a given. You had high hopes for it going well and for ending your dry spell.

You get back in bed with your cold cup of water and see that, not too long ago, Dean had sent you a text message. “I know it’s late but I’m out and about and had a good idea for a date. I can’t wait to see you again. I’m a little drunk.”

“Drink some water, get some rest.” You text him back. You then lean back against the headboard, sipping the cold water until you’re mostly cooled down. But the dream comes back only this time, you’re the woman on the bed.

Wednesday evening, you’re waiting to be picked up. You’re nervous, which you know is silly. After all, you’ve seen him at the gym the past couple of mornings. This wasn’t something completely new, except it really was. When he does finally pull up, he gets out of his car to greet you.

“Okay so, I have reservations at this great restaurant. Then, I thought we’d see how we felt after that, so I have a couple of plans in mind.” Dean is beaming, his hair is down too, showing off how long and wavy it is. He’s dressed nice and he smells so good.

You fidget shyly, feeling even more nervous now to see him looking so good. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

“Everything okay?” He asks.

You nod. “You look really, really nice.”

His cheeks darken. “So do you.” His eyes dart around for a second before focusing. He smiles and in the next instant you’re kissing. His hair is so soft. It’s completely unfair! His hands are warm, his lips feel amazing. Your head is almost spinning, those werewolf sex dreams won’t leave you alone.

“Sorry,” he breathes. “I uhm-”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I was just thinking-” Your mind wanders, he’s so cute right now.

“Dinner?”

“Dinner! Yeah,” you laugh.

Despite the kiss, the rest of the date goes on well. He takes you out to eat, and afterwards you go for a walk onto the pier where live music is being performed. You end up kissing more, a lot more. You almost invite him up to your place, but you decide to wait. You go out again Thursday night, meeting up at a bar near your house where you share a couple of drinks while you talk. You end up making out again, but just when you want to invite him over, he gets a call from his business partner and has to leave.

You plan a better date for Sunday afternoon. You’ve offered to make him lunch then go out for a walk. It was your usual Sunday, but it was also partly a trap. If you did want to, you could go to your bedroom. If not, you’d get your lovely walk.

Dean arrives at your door, looking a bit nervous. “Your place looks nice.”

“I just did a deep clean last week,” you tell him. “I can give you a tour before I finish up our lunch.”

“You do your cooking. I don’t wanna be a bother.” He looks around then takes a seat. “I’m trying to be a good boy today.”

“A good boy?” You chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ve been rather handsy the last couple of times we went out. I’m trying to tell myself to calm down and enjoy the moment.”

You smile shyly. “I thought that was me doing that.”

Dean’s smile grows. “No. Well, maybe not entirely.” His cheeks darken and he looks out the window. “You have a great view.”

“Thanks. I think I need to get curtains. Last night that full moon was driving me crazy,” you huff. “It was so damn bright. I can see why werewolves howl at it.”

Dean’s eyes widen. “Werewolves?”

“I mean wolves.” You feel caught. “I did!”

Dean looks you over. “Still on your werewolf kick?”

You look down, focusing on what’s on the stove. “I know it bothers you. I’m sorry. I just got really curious.”

“It’s not werewolves I have an issue with,” he murmurs. “It’s hard to explain. I don’t even know how to explain it but-” He stops and his lips go into a firm, pressed line. “Maybe-”

“Maybe?” You turn to him again. “Maybe what?”

Dean’s eyes focus on you. He pulls his hair to the side then  fidgets with the sleeves of his shirt. He takes a deep breath then stands up. “Do you think these things you read about are real?” He approaches you. “Bigfoot and mothman and all those things, do you think they are actually out there, or do you think it’s all fun?”

You turn the heat on the stove down. “I think there are things out there that do exist. I’ve seen a ghost before. So why not all these other things? Why not werewolves and mothman?”

His brow pinches. “You’ve seen a ghost?”

“When I was little. She would walk outside my door at night.” You smile shyly. “That’s why I like to read the Spoopy Forecast and read stories about werewolves. Because I think it’s selfish to believe that us humans are alone in the world.”

“But aren’t you afraid of those things?” Dean asks.

You sigh, feeling the weight of the conversation become a bit lighter. “Of course I am! I’m not crazy. That Beach Beast has me so scared I haven’t been on my usual run route in three weeks!”

Dean looks a tad guilty. “What if those things were nice though? What would you do?”

You shrug. “That seems like such a fantasy. I dunno. Maybe talk to them? See if they’re okay?”

Dean comes closer. “Would you ever kiss one?” he says teasingly.

You smirk at him. “Depends how cute they are.”

Dipping down, Dean kisses you. You sigh happily as the kisses deepen. His hands knead into your hips and a low moan rumbles in his throat. “I really like you,” he murmurs into your ear.

“I really like you too.” You loop your arms around his neck. “What should we do about it?”

You kiss again, the intent growing more and more passionate. You may have to have lunch later, you think. But then, he says something completely unexpected.

“I’m a werewolf. I can show you.”