From Yesterday [Silas]

[Zander Burke]

A day or so went by, before Zander was able to see Silas. The werewolf pretty much had to force himself out of bed, after a full moon and then another full day of work -- he was pretty exhausted. So when he woke to see the clock said ten am... groans and bitching would follow as he flopped out of bed. A shower and two coffee's later, he wondered what the fuck he should do now that he was out of bed. At first he had tried to practice some guitar, but he wasn't in the mood to focus. Instead he had the biggest urge to just go an see Silas... although he was a bit hesitant, even after everything. But he couldn't avoid this forever, so pulling his phone out he sent Silas a quick text.

<I'm coming over, I'll bring coffee... and then we're heading out.>

He proceeded to type 'if that's okay' as a second message but hastily erased it. It would go over better if Zander didn't act like a guilty fucking dog who just got into the garbage... only remembering afterwards that he wasn't allowed. Okay yes, he was still feeling super guilty about everything, and it was bothering him a lot. If this were Zander years ago he would probably wouldn't think twice about it -- since everything turned out okay. Even though things were okay... he couldn't help but still feel like a fucking retard.

Today was cold, which sucked... because Zander hated the cold. As soon as he walked out of his building his face scowled and he almost just said 'fuck it' and walked back inside. But since he actually sent a warning text to Silas, he couldn't not go now -- especially since he was being a big baby. Thankfully he was all bundled up, fairly nice black winter jacket and his white scarf. One of these days he was going to move further south, to fucking... Texas or some shit like that. Somewhere where winter did not fucking exist at all. One of these days... aka it may never happen ever.

Zander stopped at a decent coffee place on the way there, just grabbing all of their milk/creamers and sugar. He didn't know what Silas liked in his coffee so he just brought things so Silas can fix it for himself... and then enlighten Zander later. Parking across the street from Silas' building he made the walk up to Silas' there was that feeling in his gut that he couldn't shake... guilt was the biggest bitch ever. Cheeks probably super rosy from the cold, he knocked softly on Silas' door before opening.

"Silas?" he called softly, taking his shoes off at the door, setting the coffee and sugar/creamers on the counter. He was... hoping coming in with coffee as a present would alleviate any guilty feelings, but no. He walked into no one around, and it was pretty silent. Zander rolled his eyes, amused that Silas would still be sleeping. Weren't Doctors super programmed to wake up early? Or was that only Zander who has been working the same early fucking shift forever, and can't help waking up at four thirty in the morning (getting up is another story).

Zander took off his jacket, leaving the scarf on, because it was comfy. He strode across the apartment, coffee and coffee things in hand and peeked into Silas' room. Of course the lazy bastard was still in bed. "Siiilas." he would say setting his coffee and fixings on the bedside table. There would be a moment of hesitation, fighting the urge to jump on Silas... risk getting his ass kicked... or crawling in nicely. He figured jumping on him wouldn't be the best idea, so he instead crawled onto the bed....

...and buried his hand under the covers, hoping to grab Silas with his cold hands and bury his equally cold face into the nape of his neck.

He almost had a moment where he was going to be nice. Almost.

"Tiime to wake uup! I brought coffee!" he would announce if he was still intact.

[Zephyr]

Most doctors might be used to waking up at the crack ass of dawn to get to work, but Silas is not most doctors. He’s also a goddamn werewolf and usually takes the days after the full moon off to recuperate. Fortunately for him, this coincides with one of his normal days off, so Silas had been able to spend much of the previous day face down in bed, working off the fatigue of the wolf. It seems like he’s prepared to spend today in bed too, only stirring when his phone buzzes urgently on the nightstand.

He might be able to sleep through a stampede of elephants on his bed, he’s extremely in tune to the sound of his phone vibrating, and wakes up at the smallest sounds it makes. Half worried that he might be being called into work – nevermind the fact that he wouldn’t be texted to come into work – Silas groans and paws at the tabletop before he pulls the phone down and scrolls through the messages, still too fucking exhausted to actually life his head properly.

Zander’s number and the fucker’s message blare at him from the bright screen and Silas groans again, lip lifted in a little snarl that’s more from being woken up than not actually wanting the other wolf’s company. He hasn’t seen Zander since the full moon, and he’s too fucking exhausted to untangle how he felt about the whole night.

So, of course instead of actually being a normal person and getting up and getting ready for impending company, Silas throws his phone across the room grumpily; growling in satisfaction when he hears it bounce off the wall, then drops his head back into his pillow and promptly goes the fuck back to sleep again.

And he’s perfectly content to stay that way, snuffling into the pillow like an overgrown puppy. He doesn’t even hear the sound of his door opening, or Zander calling his name from the living room. This means Silas is blissfully unaware of the other man’s presence, giving Zander plenty of opportunity to crawl into bed with him without trouble.

Silas isn’t aware of his presence.

Until the fucker sticks his hands under the cover…right against Silas’ bare ass.

Now, the fact that Zander is touching his butt is less important to the surgeon than the fact that there are suddenly freezing cold points of contact against his warm skin, also on the back of his neck. The man awakes with a start, making yelping sound and scrambling up against the headboard frantically, unaware of what is happening yet. Suddenly his eyes fall on Zander and narrow in anger, not really realizing that he’s sitting there in bed naked and Zander is there, fully clothed. “What the fuck? You little shit!” The man stammers, blushing…which may take some of the thread out of the way he bitches and snarls at the other man. “What the fucking hell is your deal. I was sleeping!”

Some of the heat melts from his gaze when he recounts what Zander had said. “Coffee?” He growls, looking for all the world like a thoroughly puffed up peacock. “Well, give it!” He growls, reaching out to grab at the coffee possessively. After a few gulps of burning hot liquid, Silas blinks at Zander, remembering the words from his text. “Why’re you here? Where’re we going? And don’t I have a fucking say in the matter?”

[Zander Burke]

Of course Zander's dive into the sheets, was a little too deep -- and no one can mistake the feeling of ass, at that moment he forgot that Silas slept naked. For that split second his hands touched, he pretty much froze a blush tinging his already red cheeks. But all embarrassment soon dissipated as he heard Silas' yelp -- watching the man scramble up the headboards. Zander of course burst out laughing, especially when he realized he wasn't getting hit for this (surprisingly enough). In that moment, it was completely worth it -- despite his exhaustion. He probably looked exhausted as well, since he didn't get yesterday to relax in bed, nope he had to go to work the night after shifting. But his face was all lit up, regardless of how much Silas swore, snarled or glared at him.

"Good fucking morning to you too sunshine." he smiled, voice tinted with amusement as well as some affection. The werewolf laid on the bed his head cradled on his hand, as he was in the typical 'playboy pose'. The laughter was still in his eyes when Silas scrambles for his coffee -- Zander's eyes kept glued to Silas' face as tempting as it was to let his eyes fully explore Silas. Thankfully, though Zander will have much more control over himself now that the full moon was over and done with. The wolf in him was lazy, satisfied and pretty much not on the forefront of Zander's mind. "I brought, sugar and shit, but I suppose black is good too." he commented watching Silas drown himself in coffee.

"Hey. I actually gave you at least a twenty-five minute warning before fucking showing up this time." he replied shifting himself so one arm was completely under a pillow so his face can snug it. His body felt super heavy, and this bed was way too comfortable for his own good -- especially today. But guilt forced its way onto his face, before pushing it away smiling sheepishly. "I thought i'd take you out to where I normally go every month." he explained his voice a tad drowsy... but at that point he pushed himself up into a seated position head resting on the headboard.

"I...thought if you approved..." he continued carefully, "It could be somewhere we could go. Sometimes. You know as an occasional alternative." he cleared his throat, "even if that's a no -- its pretty fucking nice out there too." he quirked a smile, before guilt took over once more. He wasn't sure how Silas felt, even though the doctor was... more than accommodating that night when Zander sort of froze at the door. The wolf smirked a bit, hopefully covering it up. "Since I caught you still in fucking bed, i'm going with a no. You don't really get a say." he snickered softly.

"We don't have to leave fucking now. I still have my forty-fifth coffee to drink." he stated, before a teasing smirk took over his features. "By the way you have a nice fucking ass." This was only said to cover up his own embarrassment, as well as it was sort of the truth. A lot of the truth.

What he really wanted to say was that he was sorry... but he couldn't muster up the balls to say anything.

[Zephyr]

Zander’s snarky little comments elicit little more than a rumbly growl out of Silas while the surgeon drowns himself in more coffee. He’s starting to feel a little more like a functioning human being, but he’s nearly out of coffee. He doesn’t really know why Zander is here other than wanting to take him somewhere, and while Silas is curious, he isn’t about to drag it out of the other man. So it relieves him when Zander speaks and Silas freezes, blinking a few times in stunned surprise.

The place where a werewolf changes is special for that individual. It’s the place where they’re at their most vulnerable. A werewolf in mid-transformation is exceedingly easy to kill. Writhing in intense pain, and little more than a mish mash of different body parts, it’s a simple thing to kill a werewolf before they actually turn into a wolf. Sharing this with another, especially another werewolf is an intimate thing. The trust that it requires to do something like this speaks volumes about how Zander feels about Silas. And while Zander has been present when Silas’ shifted, it had been mostly an accident…not that Silas wouldn’t have asked him to come alone anyway given more time.

But still.

Zander actually suggesting that they change together there speaks of ultimate trust, and Silas is conflicted on what to do with it. He finds it hard to believe that anyone trusts him, when he barely trusts himself most of the time. Matthias had been an exception to every single one of Silas’ stupid little rules, and now it seems that he’ll have another exception, because he finds himself pleased with the offer. On the verge of accepting it.

But there’s still Matthias. No matter what happens between the two of them, they’ll always have their time on full moons. And Silas is loath to give that up. He doubts the man will be terribly happy to accompany the pair of them to wherever it is Zander shifts, and Silas doesn’t know how to ask it of him. But you don’t just say no to an offer like that. Something that speaks of so much trust it kind of twists Silas’ gut up a little.

He’s spared having to come up with something meaningful to say when Zander speaks again and Silas rolls his eyes. He isn’t going to say no to the other guy anyway, but feels like saying it just out of spite, because the guy decided to tell him that he has no say…it’s mostly an amused, vindictive feeling, and he’s able to push it aside in favor of staring wide eyed at Zander upon his next comment. “The fuck?” The doctor stammers, face going a brilliant shade of crimson at the guy’s words. He hasn’t had anyone compliment his ass in months, and he never expected it out of Zander.

For the moment, Silas is stuck between embarrassment and stunned incredulity. He just stares at Zander…a little too long for his stare to be considered malignant. “You fucking shit!” The doctor bellows at last, pulling his pillow out from under his back to smack Zander in the head with it hard. The almost empty coffee cup is placed on the nightstand so Silas can punish Zander properly…by straddling the man and smacking him in the face with a pillow.

Of course Silas has forgotten that he’s currently lacking clothing.

Oops.

[Zander Burke]

The look on Silas' face, was no less than priceless. There wasn't anything else at that moment that he would trade for this. The smirk on his face was pretty much there for only a few more seconds before he just burst out laughing, holding his gut. Laughing when very tired was always the worst things, because once you started you can't really stop -- its like the exhaustion completely addles the brain and makes one very giddy. This was no exception. Of course what made it all better was the fact that Silas' face went beat red. "You are way too fucking easy Silas." he giggled trying to catch his breath.

The bellow didn't make anything better, but Zander was too focused on trying to breathe past laughing to notice that there was a giant probably expensive pillow coming at his face. When the pillow collides with his head it stuns him for a moment. Pillows never really hurt ever... they just fucking stunned you, also his expression was pretty much 'did that just fucking happen?' What happened next completely blew his mind, and he had no idea how to react for the first couple of hits. Silas of course, jumped on him (completely naked, important point), Zander was just stunned, but the pillow colliding with his face over and over snapped him out of it fairly quickly.

Since Zander was already in a half seated position, he tried to grab Silas' arms, so he can get rid of the pillow.. but failed due to another pillow to the face. Zander then pretty much lunged forward pushing the pillow into Silas. From that motion he would keep pushing Silas backwards, while he himself moved to a kneeling position to get the naked bastard off of him. When Silas fell backwards Zander would not hesitate to use all strength to pin Silas' arms down, Zander will essentially be kneeling over Silas. Once Silas was successfully under him (once again), Zander would grin wickedly, clearly triumphant.

But at this point the wolf was clearly out of breath, still laughing a bit. That bit of strength was merely adrenaline... and now that he was there his limbs were shaking sort of. Nope werewolf, and then work never fared well ever... and Zander was truly feeling the effects. "Way... too fucking early for a naked pillow fight fucker." he chuckled his face a little red... from voicing the naked part. But since he was on top now, he didn't have to force his field of view on Silas' face. If Silas allowed Zander would lean in, placing a soft kiss on the other man's lips, before rolling over pretty much collapsing.

"Oh my fuck. I should have taken yesterday off. Uugh." he groaned.

[Zephyr]

Silas hasn’t really thought this whole plan out very well. He’d forgotten the very important fact that he’s completely naked, and straddling Zander. He’s a little more aware of the fact when Zander all but freaks out an effectively switches their positions. He yelps when he feels himself falling backwards. The doctor’s head hits the bed and he glares up at Zander, the pillow forgotten when he’d dropped it. “Never too early for naked pillow fights, you bastard.” Silas growls, his mouth quirking in a small smile.

Underneath Zander isn’t the worst place he could be at the moment.

“God, you’re an asshole.” Silas laughs, freezing when Zander leans down to kiss him. He gets with the picture soon enough and kisses him back, snorting when the other wolf pulls away and speaks. And Silas, being the responsible adult that he is, decides to show Zander just what he missed when he reaches up to wind his arms around the other man’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss and licking into his mouth. He pulls away, but doesn’t loosen his grip on the man’s neck, just smiles and laughs. His voice is husky against the other man’s lips. “Yeah. You definitely should have.” Silas all but purrs, rolling his hips decisively against Zander’s before he lets the man go and lets him roll over onto his back.

Sitting up, Silas runs a hand through his hair and frowns over at Zander. “Why the fuck do you work the day after anyway? All I fucking want to do is sleep the next day, so I always take the day off.” It doesn’t occur to him that not everyone holds privileged positions with their places of work and can just basically take off whenever they want, but it doesn’t really matter. His point still stands.

And Silas might be able to sleep through a hell of a lot, but he’s awake now and he isn’t going to go back to sleep unless it involves a lot of cuddling on Zander’s part, but the man is fully dressed, decked out in a scarf and everything, so he doesn’t think that cuddling and sleeping in is really an option at the moment, so Silas moves to sit on the edge of the bed, draining his cup of coffee.

He turns and throws the cup right at Zander’s face, smirking a little. “If you don’t get the hell up and drink your coffee, it’s mine. I’m taking a shower. Not leaving this fucking place until I’m a presentable human being.” He growls, standing up to go grab a quick shower.

[Zander Burke]

Before Zander even thought of rolling over, he released Silas' arms only to have them wrapped around his neck, gripping him and pulling him back down. When his lips met Silas', his eyes widened a bit before completely melting into the kiss with a pleased moan -- tongue meeting Silas' eagerly. Of course that moment didn't last, because Silas pulled away very little leaving Zander gasping a bit against the other man's mouth. It was nice being able to get this close to Silas without his wolf threatening to take over -- of course now Silas had to be a fucking tease, leaving him dazed.

When Silas rolled his hips against his, Zander tensed up before he was let go. The wolf rolled onto his back hands over his face. "Fuuck I hate you right now." he groans watching Silas sit up after letting his hands rest on his chest. "Fuck. If I took the 'day after' off every fucking month -- I wouldn't have a damned job. So I suck it up, and work... and then die when I get home." there was a pause, "Werewolves should get paid fucking time and a half the day after." he frowned, his mind still sort of reeling... not able to completely shake Silas' tease off. But he runs his mouth off anyway.

Of course the fucking cup to the head helped a bit as he glared at Silas, but couldn't help the smile the tugged on the edges of his lips.

"Yes, yes. I'm getting up, fucker." he growled with a slight huff since he really didn't want to lose his coffee... that was waiting for him on the counter. Zander didn't miss his chance to fully actually look at Silas as he walks away. This of course doesn't help things in the least, he's pretty much left there a bit frustrated. "Fucking, christ..." he groans as he slowly slid himself off the bed, his head making him regret just not... slipping in and cuddling with Silas and just... sleeping. On the other hand, he really did want to show Silas where he goes -- not that he expects Silas to actually come with him... but he just wanted Silas to know that the option was available.

After hopefully fixing his hair, and adjusting his pants. He remembered after his first night as a werewolf and going to work after that. Now holy fuck he was pretty sure he passed out, literally just dropped -- and they sent him home because he looked like shit. Now seven years later, he knows this feeling well, and is used to it. Doesn't really matter how shitty it still feels. Zander sighed finding his coffee still waiting there. The werewolf flopped on one of the chairs and pretty much drank his coffee like it was his life-line. After it was finished, he pretty much just put his head down, waiting for Silas to get his ass out of the shower.

At the sound of Silas approaching, Zander sat up and a slow lazy smirk crawled to his lips, "you are fitting into your role of female quite well." he remarked, before standing up, "are we ready to go?" he asks grabbing his coat, "We will grab another coffee on the way out." he said zipping up his jacket, and slipping his shoes on.

[Zephyr]

The shower’ nice, to say the least, but he’s also worked himself up a little more than he would have liked, teasing Zander like that. It’s one of his shorter showers, but is still a good forty five minutes long, and by the time he makes it out and into his closet to figure out what he’s going to wear for the day, a good hour’s passed.

So it isn’t out of the realm of believability at all to call Silas a girl.

Even if he’ll kick your ass for that.

Clean and decked out in one of his more casual suits, he comes out to see Zander all sprawled out on one of his chairs. He looks like he’s about to bitch about…something, but the words the man utters have the surgeon glaring daggers at the other man. “Watch yourself, fucker. I don’t have to be your female.” He snarls, even if he isn’t aware that the words won’t help his case much. This is also the first time that he’s referred to this thing he and Zander have as anything other than friendship, and he finds that he likes it.

Doesn’t mean he isn’t still willing to be a complete bitch. He fits that title well, grabbing at the other man’s coffee roughly as he passes, scowling when he realizes it’s empty before he tosses the cup at the trash before he crossed over to pull on his coat, only slightly appeased by Zander’s words. “We’d better.” He grumbles, mostly to himself. He isn’t awake enough for this, even after his shower. And, even if he’s a bit grumpy – what else is new – he waits for Zander to fall in step with him as they walk through the apartment building towards the entrance.

Once outside, Silas freezes. He’s half tempted to demand that they take his car when he spies Zander’s across the street. He decides against it though since only Zander knows where the fucking place is and there’s no fucking way he’s about to let the other man drive his car. So, instead of being the demanding bitch that he’s been known to be, Silas turns his collar up against the cold and makes his way across the street to Zander’s car and slips in, not complaining once about the possibly diseases he could possibly get from a car like this.

Silas is growing as a person, really he is.

He waits for Zander to get in before casting a glare at him and rolling his eyes. “Lead the way, oh fearless leader.” A mischievous smirk plays along his features.

[Zander Burke]

Zander couldn't help but snicker at Silas' grumpy attitude as soon as he was all ready. "No you don't... for now I'd like to think you are." he would grin playfully. It would seem that Zander and Silas were like a yin and yang -- one would always balance the other in some little way. For now it seemed Zander was the cheerful one (despite being dead on his feet) and Silas the eternal grumpy one -- with a mean streak. The mean streak depending on how it was played, he either really liked it... or he was very amused by it. On the bed, was a time were he really enjoyed it (albeit a little frustrated) and now when Silas was clearly not happy he happened to be fairly amused.

His car was sort of like his apartment, it was clean... minus his work things in the back seat and his tools. Zander liked his cars, so they were fairly clean... and very well kept. Zander only lacked the obsessive clean streak that Silas seemed to have. He only tidies until it looks decent enough, where it seemed Silas got right down to the nitty gritty. Once he got in the car he was greeted with Silas' glares, but he was pleased to see a smirk playing there as well. What Zander took in was the phrasing he used, of course twisting it around in his mischievous head of his. "Good to know you acknowledge me as alpha." he smirked wickedly starting up the car -- and driving off.

Of course Zander did not forget they needed coffee before they left the city. He stopped at a coffee place, and ordered four coffees. Four because it was about fifteen minutes outside of the city, and once they sort of got there... it was about a twenty-five minute trek through a trail -- that only really uses... never sensing anyone else. Once on the road, Zander played with the radio flipping impatiently through the channels, while keeping his gaze to the road. He ended up sighing impatiently, stopping at an everything station -- which was fine as long as there wasn't too much rap or whatever. All he really wanted was his coffee, as he was driving with one hand and sipping it with another.

"You can play with the fucking thing, I don't care." he stated eyes shifting to glance at Silas every now and again.

Taking a few back dirt roads -- they pretty much looked they were in the middle of nowhere. He finally pulled over on the side of the road parking the car. "Ready to walk?" he asked smirking a bit. He didn't know if Silas was a trek through trails kind of guy -- but it would be hilarious to see someone in a sorta suit trek through the woods. Zander picked up his second coffee, closing the car door and locking the car up (after Silas got out of course). The air was a tad warmer out here, only because of all the trees blocking most of the wind. There wasn't a set trail, to someone else it would be just like entering randomly anywhere, asking to get lost. But to Zander who has been coming here for years -- he knew this part of the land like the back of his hand.

When Zander looked to see if Silas was coming, there was a bit of a gleam in his eyes. "I was thinking about getting permission from someone to see if I can build out here." he shrugged as he continued along his invisible trail. Luckily the snow wasn't very deep, "I have never been a fucking city lover, even though I grew up in one," he stated, "I don't fucking know." Brown eyes would turn to, Silas curious "Did you grow up in Boston? he asked, sort walking backwards to look at Silas -- it wasn't exactly a two person 'path'. He was doing well enough until of course his foot got snagged on a log, causing him to fall flat on his ass.

Luckily enough, his coffee was saved.

[Zephyr]

“Shut the hell up and drive, you jackass.” Silas gripes at Zander as soon as the wolf opens his mouth when he first gets in the car. Though his words are harsh, there’s an amused lilt to his voice that is impossible to mistake, even as he half lean back in the seat, anchoring his shoes on the dash as Zander pulls away from Silas’ place.

He knows this relationship isn’t going to be an easy thing. Silas is used to being top dog. Even in his relationship with Nathan, there was very little push and pull. This is going to be difficult for him to get used to…especially when he wants to dominate more than his wolf does. In a relationship with a human, it wouldn’t have been so much of an issue. Zander is a wolf though…Silas knows this is going to complicate things with his own beast, and they’ll probably constantly be butting heads…but Silas is like the puppy that picks fights it can’t win, but doesn’t back down.

By the time they stop to get coffee, Silas is starting to get tired again. The coffee helps, but he leans his head back against the seat and lets his eyes slip shut. He only cracks them when Zander speaks, but just grumps lightly and closes his eyes again. The music is of little consequence for him, and Zander isn’t trying to make small talk, so Silas isn’t terribly inclined to start.

He finally opens his eyes when Zander kills the engine, blinking uncomprehendingly at their surroundings for a moment. “Where the hell are we?” This doesn’t look like anywhere he’d want to shift, he has to admit to himself that this is probably because Matthias wouldn’t come out here. Zander doesn’t answer him and he glares at the man’s question. Silas did not sign up to hike mikes through the fucking forest. Still, he isn’t one to back down from a challenge and growls lightly, downing the rest of his coffee before he gets out of the car and falls in line behind Zander, not before snarling a warning to the jerk, “If I get my suit all muddy, I’m going to fucking murder you.”

The hike itself isn’t as bad as he thought it might be. He keeps pace behind Zander, noting that there isn’t much of a trail, but following in the other man’s footsteps keeps him mostly on track. Silas snorts lightly at his words. “Would be nice if you didn’t have to walk so fucking far and long to get out here. Not something I’d want to do every day…or very often, even.” Especially when he’s fucking exhausted from a thirty hour shift…he does not want to have to walk miles just to get home.

Silas is mostly content to just listen to Zander as he speaks, blinking his eyes curiously up at him when the other wolf asks his question. He shrugs and glances down to make sure he isn’t going to trip on anything before he answers. “Nah. I was born and raised in a small town in Georgia. My mama liked the small town feeling. My dad didn’t give much of a shit about anything, as long as she was happy.” Getting into the horrors of his childhood isn’t something he’d planned on doing, but it isn’t like he would shy away from the subject. Talking about it is just normal for Silas, and he does it without blinking an eye.

He comes to an abrupt halt when Zander falls, and nearly falls himself laughing his ass off at the other man. “Such a graceful alpha. Fuck, man. Teach me your secrets sometime.” He isn’t so much of an ass that he’ll just let him sit there in the snow, and grabs Zander’s hand to haul him to his feet, swaying in close for a kiss that’s just this side of cheeky as Silas swoops down to steal a drink of Zander’s coffee before the man can react and pulling away just as quickly. “C’mon clumsy. I’m getting’ old here.”

[Zander Burke]

With Silas' words of, it would be a pain in the ass to come out here every day. Zander considered it a moment, "Ahh fuck. That's a good point. It would probably just somewhere I could just go -- away from the city if I fucking have to." Not that he had to, but even as a kid he loved the idea of having a home away from home. Even though he was forced to stay at his mothers, he would occasionally escape to his father's house outside the city. Got himself into shit a lot doing that, but it was a home away from home and he didn't care. That hasn't really changed, and since living on his own out of college, he just was always searching for that home away from home, away from the noise of the city.

Okay so and then he fell.

At first he tried to fucking scowl, especially when Silas almost fell over laughing at him. It was there for about two seconds before he chuckled himself. "You know what, fuck you. You didn't see anythi- Stop laughing." he breathed through his nose, rolling his eyes. Of course then there was Silas' comment, and his face just went slightly red. "Don't even fucking tempt me. I will paint your suit in mud." Of course Zander had no right to tell Silas to stop laughing, since he had done the same thing this very morning, not even three hours ago. The other wolf helped him to his feet, of course distracted him with a cheeky fucking kiss -- just so the asshole could steal some of his coffee.

"If you didn't guzzle the two I bought you, you'd have some for this fucking walk. Dick" the last word was sort of lost through a bit of a laugh. Brushing snow and bush things off his coat he continued forward, staying semi close to Silas. "So.. Georgia? Where's your accent?" he teased lightly, "what made you come to Boston? That's a huge change in fucking scenery." he asked, genuinely curious a little oblivious to the fact that Silas may or may not wish to share any personal information. They may be together, but it didn't really give the other full rights to the other's life story. This just sails over Zander's head, since he was always a nosy fuck.

After a bit, the trees started to thin out, "Oh hey, we're pretty much here." he announced. The clearing they hit was about the size of a small city suburbs block, with a couple of trees here and there. In the summer there would be long grass to the right, and the trees would be covered in apples. Smack dab in the center was this large off red barn. It looked old, like it had been through a bit... but from the look of everything here... nothing was really touched at all. "As you can see, there isn't anything for a few miles each way. So it pretty much has free reign over this little area." he stated before leading Silas to the barn.

Opening the large doors, the inside was not as run down as one would think by just looking at it. The old tools were all just off to one side, but it was pretty much bare, the wooden ladder looked fixed up as well was several boards on the upper rafters were replaced and fixed up. "I've been coming here for years. When I realized that no one was coming here, I pretty much just fixed some shit, and cleaned up." he shrugged lightly but his expression was bright. "Its safe here. Whenever i'm forced to shift at my place, I always get nailed by my landlord the next day. Fucking dick."

Zander would lean against one of the walls, "You know. You don't have to come out here," he says, a hint of a smile, "I just... if you just wanted to get out. You are free to just come here." he then smiled sheepishly, "As a pain as it is to get here."

[Zephyr]

Of course Silas knows that the best response to Zander’s teasing about the coffee is not to pull a face, snort and say, “I’m really goddamn manly. I need coffee a lot more than you do.” But that’s exactly what comes out as he falls into step next to Zander. The questions about his past aren’t completely unexpected. In Silas’ experience questions about one facet of one’s past usually snowball into more questions. He doesn’t actually mind, like most people would think he might.

The surgeon just chuckles at the werewolf’s words, making sure he doesn’t copy Zander and fall on his ass…or his face or something. It isn’t very good to fall on your face after you laugh your ass off at someone for doing almost the same thing. “It’s…around.” He licks his lips. His accent isn’t something that he thinks a lot about. He’s been without it for so long, it just isn’t a topic that comes out a lot. “I’ve just been away from the south long enough that I’ve sort of dropped it? It still slips through sometimes when I’m tired or mad…or drunk.” And he gets the most mischevious look in his eyes when he levels his gaze at Zander. “Or when I like to see people squirm.” It isn’t much of a secret that the guys he’d been with before absolutely loved his accent.

It’s nice to be able to take people apart just by changing the way he speaks.

The wicked gleam dissipates and Silas shrugs; whether or not Zander sees the action is of little consequence to Silas. It’s mostly for his benefit anyway. “A job brought me here. I did most of my schooling at Washington State and I got a job here almost straight away.” He’s contemplative for a second, before he adds. “If you wanna know why I left Georgia in the first place, it was my Dad. Didn’t come to Boston straight away though. Just needed to get out of the situation I was in. Going to college at sixteen wasn’t the most fun, but I got through it.” He actually excelled in his studies thanks to his desire to distract himself from what might have been happening to his brother.

He thinks that it might not be socially acceptable to answer questions Zander has for him without extending some questions of his own, and he’s wracking his brain trying to think of a few when they come to the clearing. Silas pauses, taking in the sight. It’s actually a hell of a lot bigger than he thought it’d be. The barn is a surprise, and wariness make his steps slow as he follows behind Zander.

The doctor pauses in the threshold, squinting his eyes in the dimness of the barn, listening to Zander intently for a moment. “If no one comes out here, what’s this barn doing here? No one upkeeps it?” The fact that there is a barn means someone’s come out here, even if they hadn’t been around for a while. Silas isn’t too keen on shifting someplace where there’s even a change of being caught.

It’s nice though, especially when it comes to places to shift. He could do a lot worse…like a fucking small linen closet in his apartment. He finally gets the courage to step inside. His eyes find the loft first thing, and he’s tempted to see what’s up there. “Should just make this into an apartment or something.” He half jokes. “Wouldn’t have to worry about a building permit or anything.” It really is a joke. A barn sounds like an awful place to live.

Zander’s offer freezes Silas in his studious study of the ladder up to the loft, and he turns his head to look at the man for a moment. “I don’t know.” He admits honestly. “I’m just so used to shifting in my apartment. I don’t know what the wolf would do if it had this much space. It’s so much of a pussy that it’d probably have a heart attack or something.” It’s light hearted, but the real reason he’s conflicted is because of Matthias, and that is something he’s able to keep to himself as he finally climbs up the ladder to the loft and spies the supplies Zander’s compiled up there, including a battered guitar that obviously can’t work as well as the guitar Silas saw Zander with the other day. “You come up here more often than just the full moon? Last I checked, werewolves weren’t into sheet music.”

He climbs up into the loft proper, sitting down on one of the blankets with his back to the wall. “Seems like you’ve already claimed the damn barn.” The chuckle is genuine and amused, and Silas peeks down at Zander, his grin wide. “Should come up here with me. Play me some of this music.” The music is just an excuse to get Zander up in the loft with him since it seems kind of cozy, but whatever works.

[Zander Burke]

"No fucking clue, it was a bigger mess when I stumbled upon the place. Normally you'd smell something like fucking horses or some shit like that. It was pretty fucking stale." Stumbling upon the place was a bit of an understatement -- he fucking woke up here one morning after he shifted out in the woods in a panic. Literally falling out of his car in absolute agony, but that was a long time ago and since then he has been coming out here if there was time. four times out of ten he wasn't able to make it here -- he never tries to get out here any later than eight. That is normally when the pain starts, and when he starts to black out... driving while the wolf was looking out of your eyes was never safe.

Zander would snort at Silas' 'joking', "Oh fuck good idea. This will be my dream house." he would retort sarcasm dripping off of each word. No he wouldn't live in a damned barn, but he wouldn't mind building off it for somewhere to chill in the summer months. Building a small house, or cabin would be difficult by himself to say in the least. Not that it mattered, it was only an idea. He was pretty sure if he made this place known to who the fuck ever, they would pretty much tell him to fuck off. Brown eyes would watch with a touch of amusement as Silas poked his nose around, interested in his little loft. His reply to Zander's half attempt at an offer didn't surprise him too much. The wolf merely shrugged, "Like I said, you don't have to," he would then snort, "all I know about my fucking wolf the fucker chews on everything. I already had to replace my X-box once. Asshole."

Zander couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he couldn't force Silas here with him every month, or at all -- but he figured he would have a better chance if he just got that offer out there. Zander knew something about familiarity, since he felt more comfortable here than in his own apartment. In his apartment he would have to try and keep the noise level down... a bit hard when every bone in his body fucking broke. Even after he could not be sure his wolf wouldn't wake the whole building (which it has).

He would watch Silas climb up the ladder, lips curving into a smile. "Yeah sometimes. There have been times where the full moon falls on a weekend, and i'd pretty much stay here. As you can imagine it got pretty fucking boring. So I brought an old guitar." Zander stayed on the ground, not sure how long Silas wanted to stay here -- he didn't want to make himself too comfortable incase Silas felt obligated to stay. But to his surprise the other wolf grinned down at him, asking him to come up and play something. Any alterior motives that Silas may have had, Zander didn't catch on. He would sigh dramatically, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I fucking suppose so." he stated as the smirk melted into a crooked smile.

Once up onto the loft, coffee cup in his teeth he grabbed the sheet music and guitar before settling down beside Silas. The guitar was settled on his lap (probably on half of Silas' lap as well) while he flipped through some of the music. Most of it consisted of songs by Creed, Scott Stapp, Steve Earle, and Howie Day of all people. He hesitated over a couple and picked on out dropping the rest beside him.He's played this song plenty of times, but he read over the music sheet before even attempting to play it. "I don't know if you've heard this one. Played on the fucking radio for a while." he stated before diving right into quick sounding finger play of the intro of the song.

"I have run to the ocean, through the horizon, chased the sun. I've waited for the light to come, and at times I would give up." he began, his voice soft ... but after the first lyrics he stopped suddenly as he suddenly had a thought. "Wait. Did you really want me up here to play you a song?" he asked his gaze jerking to Silas... sort of feeling like an idiot... but in a comical sort of way.

[Zephyr]

A lie of omission is still a lie, and something Silas decides he doesn’t need to analyze right now, because Zander is climbing up into the loft with him. He’s pleased that the other man’s taken his bait and he scoots over to give Zander room on the blanket as the other man picks up the guitar. “It’d probably be a lot more interesting with some company.” He grins at Zander. Yeah, the doctor is big with the innuendos, but he’s more than willing to wait for Zander to be ready to take a step like that.

He’s silent as Zander picks through the music, and it’s comfortable…more comfortable than he thought would be possible. The silence that falls between them isn’t awkward and he picks up the pieces of paper as Zander decides against them. He’s familiar with some of the artists, but hopelessly confused with most of the music. He never lists to the radio much or anything besides what he decides to listen to on the internet or the CDs he hopes are far, far out of reach by now.

Eyes slip to the other werewolf’s face and Silas scoots over a little more, until the pair of them are touching. Zander’s warmth is soothing and he doesn’t speak as the man starts to play the song he’d picked out. Right from the start, Silas realizes that this isn’t something he’s heard before, but he likes it…and he likes Zander’s voice a lot.

He’s content to just sit and listen to the other man playing until Zander stops and Silas freezes, mouth curved into a small smile.

The chuckle starts out low in his chest, but it isn’t a mocking thing. “If you want to, go ahead.” He starts, shrugging a little. “But it’s nice up here. I like it. I like you like that.” And with that, the surgeon surges forward, intent upon capturing Zander’s lips in his in a kiss that’s warm and wet from the inside out.

[Zander Burke]

Zander's expression grew curious as Silas' smiled. His fingers were still caught on the cord he ended with, guitar pick touching the string he was about to pluck. Normally Zander was usually good at picking up hints, especially hints that lead to sex. His mind tended to gutter everything spoken, even shit he says himself (at that point he usually changes around what he means in favor of being a giant pervert.) Today it just sailed over his head, even though Silas had a bit of fun with him this morning... leaving him wanting more. He supposed he was focusing so hard on almost fucking everything up the other night, and getting Silas to come out here with him... that he missed a few details.

Silas spoke, and Zander's expression changed from curious to slightly shocked. He was positive that Silas wasn't going to enjoy the trip out here, or just be completely unimpressed or some stupid shit like that. It was nice to hear that the other wolf was not hating being out in the middle of nowhere. Brown eyes would flicker away as he tried to speak, "Good to know yo-" the words were lost as Silas' kiss caught Zander's lips, reigniting what happened this morning. Although this time it had a more... meaning to it. It could possibly be because this is where Zander felt most comfortable... and for whatever reason showing Silas this place meant a lot. He couldn't pin point as to why... so he didn't ask.

Zander easily melted into the kiss, dropping his pick... and setting his guitar aside. One hand would sort of cup Silas' face, the kiss starting out as gentle until his heart beat was quickening, hammering inside his chest. Fingers would soon be through Silas' hair, as he shifted his weight the other hand grasping the front of Silas' coat... indecisive as to where he wanted the other man, underneath him, or pulled on top. The wolf took this moment to stir from its slumber... very interested as to what was now happening. Zander could feel its presence, but it wasn't forcing anything... instead it just made up Zander's mind by applying its need to be dominant.

Growling Zander would suddenly move to straddle Silas, the hand grasping his jacket and pushing him against the wall. The kiss was broken to have him trail the kisses (and some bites) along Silas' jawline down to his neck. "You want this?" he asked voice husky, whispering against Silas ear, "It will be chilly." he would chuckle softly. Despite his words, Zander would give no sign or indication of letting up -- dragging his teeth into a bite on Silas' neck.