Well I want to make your motor run
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife

Liam woke slowly, back popping as he stretched languidly like a cat, his eyes blinking open blearily, squinting against the light streaming in through the back window of his car. He rubbed at them with the heel of his hand, grimacing.

A quick glance at his phone told him that it was early, only just gone seven. He had a multitude of missed calls and messages, from his parents, from Mason, from Scott, from nearly every member of his pack. He rolled his eyes, letting the screen go black and dropping it to the side.

Some might say that spending New Year's Eve on your own was sad, pathetic even, but Liam found that he couldn't care less. The last thing he had felt like doing last night was being around other people. So, he had packed his swag into his car, grabbed enough supplies to last a few days, and driven as far into the preserve as he could and still have enough petrol to return.

He had found a clearing near the cliff face that overlooked Beacon Hills and set himself up with a small campfire, listening to the crackle of the flames consuming the wood as he stared up at the starry night sky. From all the way up here, he had had a perfect view of the fireworks that had rung in the new year.

Not long after, he had set up the thin foam mattress in the back of his truck, thankful that it had a cover over the bed of it. It was far too cold to sleep out on the unforgiving ground of the woods.

Liam shuffled out of his thick blanket, easing the door open and shivering as he stepped out into the frigid morning air. Werewolves ran hot, but there was a limit, and the freezing temperature of a winter's morning was definitely his. He grabbed his jacket, pulling it tight around his body as he busied himself getting the fire going once more. The fire eventually crackled to life, and Liam sighed as he sat on the log near it, leaning into its heat.

The rumble of another car disturbed the peace of the preserve, sending birds and other small animals scampering. Liam's shoulders tensed as he heard the car pull up alongside his, the slam of a door, and then footsteps. Someone had found him.

"What's up, asshole?" Theo said, flopping down beside him and holding his hands out to the fire. The tension drained, and Liam rolled his eyes.

"Piss off," he murmured, glancing at Theo, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You've got everyone in a right tizzy," Theo drawled, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Oops," Liam said, not sounding particularly apologetic.

Theo held up his phone, holding it in Liam's face. "They literally hounded me all night, trying to get me to help find you."

Liam looked at the phone. It had just as many missed calls and messages as his own phone did, still lying in the bed of his truck. He shrugged, staring back at the fire, watching as a branch cracked in half, sending embers flying up into the air as it collapsed on either side. Reaching forward with one foot, he nudged the piece nearest him further into the fire.

"Why are you out here anyway?" Theo asked, nudging his shoulder to get his attention. Liam huffed. He hadn't asked for Theo to come here. Why did he have to keep pestering him?

"I wanted some peace and quiet," he said pointedly.

"Why not just tell them that?" Theo pressed.

"Have you met our pack?" Liam asked, sarcasm heavily lacing his tone. "They're not exactly big believers of personal space."

"Our pack?" Theo said quietly. Liam turned, surprised by the vulnerable look in Theo's eyes before they dropped, looking down.

"Of course," Liam said. "You're in the pack, I thought you knew that?" Theo shrugged, playing with the frayed hem of his sweater. Liam frowned, suddenly taking in that Theo wasn't wearing a jacket. "Dude, aren't you cold?"

Theo glanced back up at him, eyes wide. "I dunno, I guess? I'm used to it, though."

"Where's your jacket?" Liam asked.

"It got shredded awhile back," Theo said, looking away again, his face closed.

Liam stared at him as Theo shifted nervously. He thought back, his mind racing, horror dawning, realising that he had only ever really seen Theo in the same four of five shirts, the same pair of jeans, the same jacket, the same white converse. Did he have a job? Where had he been living?

How had Liam missed all of this?

Guilt flared in his chest and he stood up, stripping off his jacket and offering it to Theo. "Here," he said.

"You need it," Theo shook his head.

"I have another in my car, Theo," Liam said gently.

Theo took it slowly, an embarrassed flush dusting his cheeks as he put it on and zipped it up to his neck, pulling the hood up and over his head. Liam walked over to his truck, opening up the back seat and grabbing a hoodie, pulling it on. He placed his other jacket around it. It wasn't as warm as his other one, but Theo need it way more than he did.

He walked back, finding Theo hunched over in front of the fire, nose hidden inside Liam's jacket, phone held in his hands as he squinted down at it.

"They want a picture, for proof," Theo said, glancing at Liam as he sat back down.

"Fine," Liam sighed. "But then you're turning it off."

"Deal," Theo agreed. He held up the phone and Liam moved closer, his side pressing up against Theo's so that he was in the screen. Theo smirked at the mutinuous look on Liam's face and snapped a photo of the two of them, quickly posting it in the group chat, with the caption 'told you I found him.' He then wrote underneath, 'I'm fine, he's fine, we're all fine, leave us be, turning my phone off now,' and swiftly turned it off before anyone could reply.

He put it back in his pocket and Liam sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders as the outside world retreated once more.

"So, I have a question," Theo said after a moment.

"Shoot," Liam mumbled, poking at the fire once more.

"If you have a car, why the hell do you make me drive you around all the time?" Theo asked.

Liam's lips quirked up in a smile. "Cause it's a heap of junk, mostly. I'm actually surprised it turned on, let alone that I got all the way out here," he replied. Theo stilled.

"Mostly?" He pressed.

Liam's heart jumped. He'd been hoping that Theo would miss that little slip of the tongue.

"Yeah, mostly," he said quietly, the barest hint of a blush rising on his cheeks as he resolutely stared at the fire. He could feel Theo's eyes on the side of his face, but he didn't feel brave enough to turn and look.

For a time, the only sound was that of the wind sighing through the trees and the crackle of the fire.

Theo sighed, getting to his feet. "We should get more wood for the fire," he suggested.

Liam nodded, already missing the other boy's warmth against his side. He stood up, and they wandered into the woods, staying within sight of the other as they collected a few logs and branches and dragged them back to the fire, placing them alongside it so that they dried out.

He kept stealing glances at Theo, looking away quickly every time he got caught, biting his lip. Why was Theo here? He had found Liam, had reassured the pack that he was fine, so why had he stayed? He was making no move to leave, just helping to build up a decent wood pile.

Digging around in the bag of supplies that he had left in the back of his truck, Liam pulled out a couple of sandwiches and split them with Theo, collapsing back onto the makeshift seat with a sigh. Theo smiled as he took the food, muttering a quiet thank you, sitting down beside him.

They ate in companionable silence. With any of the rest of the pack, Liam would have had to endure constant chatter, would have had to make an effort to think and respond. With Theo though, it was different. They could sit there, side by side, not saying a single word, and be perfectly content.

"It's nice," Liam said quietly.

"What is?" Theo asked, turning slightly to look at him.

"Getting away from people for a while," Liam said with a happy sigh.

"Am I not people?" Theo asked wryly.

"No," Liam smiled. Theo looked offended and Liam hurried to explain. "The rest of the pack are people. All loud and exhausting and over the top. You're different."

"Is that right?" Theo asked. There was a funny look in his eyes, an emotion that Liam could not put a name to.

He swallowed nervously, nodding his head.

Theo smiled, but said nothing more, turning back to the fire and finishing off his food. When he was done, he stood, brushing the crumbs off his clothes and looking down at Liam.

Liam looked at him questioningly.

"I'm gonna go for a run," Theo said. "I'm feeling restless."

"Ok," Liam nodded.

He watched, mouth dry, as Theo started to strip off his clothes. He placed the jacket and his sweater on the log, and was about to pull off his shirt as well when Liam opened his mouth.

"I wish I could shift," he sighed enviously.

Theo turned, glancing at him as he put his shirt down on top of his other clothes.

"I could teach you, if you want," he offered.

Liam's heart raced, though he wasn't sure if it was because of Theo's words or that he was exposing the trail of hair that ran down his stomach, the rasp of the zipper separating filling the clearing.

"Really?" He asked, gaping at him.

"Well, I could try," Theo shrugged. He slid his jeans down his hips and calves slowly, stepping out of them, now clad only in a pair of boxers.

"Is the striptease necessary?" Liam asked, trying to joke.

"You're the one watching me undress," Theo pointed out with a smirk. Even though he was shivering, he still somehow burned as hot as the sun, blinding Liam.

Liam had no answer for this. It was true, after all.

"So, are you interested?" Theo asked.

"Huh?" Liam gaped, heart jumping.

"In learning to shift," Theo grinned. Liam blinked, an embarrassed flush spreading down his chest.

"Yeah," he rasped.

"Might want to strip then," Theo teased, "unless you want to rip all of your clothes."

Liam stood, his legs shaking slightly as he unzipped his jacket, putting it down next to Theo's bundle of clothes. Tension sizzled in the air between them, Theo's eyes turning dark as he watched Liam strip off quickly and efficiently.

Eventually, he stood shivering in front of Theo, wearing nothing but a black pair of briefs. Theo's eyes skimmed down his body, and Liam crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously.

"How do we do this?" He asked.

"It's instinct, mostly," Theo said. "Come on." He tilted his head towards the woods, before turning to walk away. Liam followed, cursing, his feet already feeling like frozen ice-blocks.

Theo led him deep into the forest, until the trees were so close together that it was almost dark, with barely any snow covering the ground. Liam barely noticed the cold anymore as he inhaled deeply, his sensitive nose filtering through the earthy scents.

They came to a small clearing, and Theo made a pleased noise as he inspected it.

"This should do nicely," he murmured. He kicked off his underwear and sat on the ground, legs crossed, and looked up at Liam expectantly. Liam blushed and looked away, instead inspecting the clearing around him.

The grove was ancient, making his skin itch as if a million eyes watched him, judging silently. It was like a high-pitched hum, one that you couldn't hear with human ears. His gaze tracked around and then back down at Theo, a slight frown on his face, wondering why he looked so relaxed. Humans didn't belong here.

Theo's smile showed off his elongated fangs, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

But they weren't human, were they? Not really.

"Your wolf wants to come out and play," Theo crooned. "Why don't you let him?"

Suddenly, the nerves were gone, and Liam pulled his underwear off and sat across from Theo, their knees almost touching. Liam's wolf was close to the surface, sniffing, interested. Liam blinked, and then just stepped back, giving it free reign.

It wasn't painful like Liam had been expecting, just weird. One second he was a teenage boy, and then he was a grey wolf, towering over the still-human shape of the other boy.

The wolf stared at Theo, eyes trailing over the broad shoulders and arms, down the rippling abdomen, the strong thighs. Theo looked back, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The wolf raised his upper lip in a growl, and Theo smiled languidly, tilting his head to expose his neck.

And the wolf lunged forward, knocking him to the ground and onto his back, snout nosing along Theo's neck, inhaling his crisp scent and rumbling. He wanted to bite, to claim. He dropped his fangs, gliding them across Theo's pulse, and the boy shuddered beneath him.

"Do you want me, Liam?" Theo asked huskily, hands sliding up and into his fur, the musky scent of his arousal making Liam ache.

The wolf nipped at his neck.

"Then you'll have to catch me," he whispered, and then he rolled out from underneath Liam deftly, jumping up and transforming mid-air, his wolf landing on all fours. The black wolf looked at Liam over his shoulder, giving a wolfy grin, tongue lolling, and then he was gone.

Liam bared his fangs in a wild grin and gave chase.

It was thrilling. The world was crisp, in perfect focus, his eyes drawn to every movement, his nose filtering and discarding smells at a phenomenal rate. The wind rustled through his fur, the snow catching and melting, but Liam barely noticed it. He was warm and solid, and free, free in a way he had never been before. How had he never thought to try this before?

He turned his focus back to the black wolf winding through the trees in front of him, narrowing his eyes as he bounded forward to catch him.

Theo was used to his wolf shape, used to running through the woods. He was smaller, thanks to his coyote half, which made him agile and hard to catch. The chimera changed direction multiple times, trying to trick him, evade him, but though Liam stumbled multiple times, he was bigger, and his huge paws ate up the distance between them effortlessly.

With a triumphant growl, he pounced, knocking the black wolf to the ground and standing over him. Theo huffed, sulking, but Liam leaned down and licked his face. And then he was running away, Theo scrabbling to his feet as he gave chase.

By the time they returned to the campsite, it was late in the day, and their bellies were rumbling.

Theo dropped his wolf shape easily, and Liam sat, watching as he pulled on his clothes.

"Such a pervert, Dunbar," Theo smirked, rolling his eyes.

Once he was dressed, he added a few more logs to the fire, stoking it up. When he glanced up, Liam was still sitting in his wolf form, glaring at the other boy.

"You don't know how to change back, do you?" Theo chuckled. Liam growled, showing off his impressive array of sharp teeth.

Theo walked over, standing in front of him. "Jesus, you're big," he muttered. Liam was sitting on his haunches and almost came up to Theo's shoulder. He gave a happy rumble, curling around Theo and rubbing against him.

"You're covering me in fur, asshole," Theo scowled, trying and failing to push him away. Liam just gave him a wolfy grin as he butted at his chest, knocking him over and standing over him. "Are you done?" Theo sighed, looking up at him, a gorgeous pout on his lips.

Liam gazed down at him, and suddenly he didn't want to be a wolf anymore. He wanted to press Theo into the ground with his own shape, to taste him, make him groan Liam's name.

"Come on, Liam, change back," Theo said softly, gently running a hand through the fur behind Liam's ears.

His body rippled, and suddenly Theo had an armful of a very naked Liam, his fingers buried in his hair. Liam shivered, pressing down into Theo, seaking heat as his body tried to escape the cold air nipping at his skin.

Theo groaned, and Liam stilled, feeling the proof of Theo's interest against his stomach. His blue eyes were calculating as he rolled his hips against the other boy, rewarded almost immediately with another moan.

"Liam," Theo whimpered. "Please."

"What do you want, Theo?" Liam asked, grinding against him, mouth hovering over the other boys.

"You," Theo admitted. Liam smiled, leaning down to kiss him, sighing happily into his mouth as he finally got to taste the other boy. Theo returned his kiss eagerly, his fingers tightening in Liam's hair as he pulled him impossibly closer.

The glide of Theo's mouth against his was intoxicating, his taste even more so. His tongue massaged Theo's, stroking it, guiding it to his own mouth so that he could suck on it lightly. And all the while, he rutted against Theo, pleasure heating his body, centering on his aching cock.

He pulled away, arms trembling, eyes dark. Theo licked his kiss-bruised lips, looking thoroughly debauched.

"Why did you stop?" He panted.

"It's snowing," Liam pointed out dryly. "And it's fucking cold." Theo glanced around, noticing the snow falling around them for the first time. The sky was so dark it was almost black, the wind starting to howl.

"Yeah that's fair," he laughed, trailing a hand down Liam's back, wet from where the snow had melted against his heated skin.

Liam stood up, shivering violently as the frigid air hit his front, whimpering as his cock was exposed.

"Bit cold there, Dunbar?" Theo drawled. Liam flipped him off as he stalked away, scooping up his clothes and shoving them into the back of his truck, crawling up behind them and wrapping the blanket around his body.

Theo jumped in, pulling the door shut behind him. He sat for a moment, looking out the window up at the black sky.

"We might end up snowed in," he mused.

"Oh no," Liam deadpanned. "What ever shall we do to pass the time?"

Theo laughed, stripping off his damp jacket and spreading out alongside Liam.

"Are you gonna share that blanket?" Theo asked.

"Nope," Liam said cheerfully. He was only just thawing out. He didn't want to risk letting any cold air in.

"Tell me you've at least got some food in here," Theo begged.

"Yeah," Liam said. "In that bag behind you."

Theo turned over, rummaging through it and pulling out the last of the sandwiches. He handed some to Liam and unwrapped his, sitting against the side of the truck as he munched happily. Liam sat up as well, wrapped in his blanket burrito, freeing a single arm so that he could satisfy his rumbling stomach.

Once he had finished the food, he flopped back with a happy sigh, wriggling and trying to get comfortable on the thin mattress. Theo watched him with a bemused expression.

"Comfortable?"

"Very," Liam sighed. He peered up at Theo from the top of the blanket. "Are you joining me?"

"Oh, am I allowed now?" Theo smirked.

"Well, we need to share our body heat," Liam said sagely.

"Sensible of you," Theo agreed, pulling his sweater over his head.

"Sensible, that's my middle name," Liam chuckled.

"I thought it was Eugene," Theo said, kicking off his jeans.

Liam stilled, his eyes wide. "What? No it's not. Where did you hear that?" He hissed.

"It definitely is," Theo said, tugging at the blanket. Liam lifted up his arm, letting Theo underneath it. The other boy cuddled up to him, sighing happily as he stole some of Liam's heat as Liam shivered and wrapped his arms around him.

"You're cold," Liam complained.

"You'll have to warm me up then," Theo purred, kissing his neck. Liam sighed, baring his throat to Theo as the other boy kissed and licked along it, sucking a mark onto his skin.

Liam's cock twitched with renewed interest, and he buried his hands in Theo's hair. Theo whined as he pulled him away but Liam cut him off with a passionate kiss, swallowing the sound.

They were in a world of their own, lost in the taste and feel of the other. There was the delicious drag of skin on skin, both of them pulling the other closer, the cab fogging up as their breaths intermingled and it grew colder and colder outside as the snowstorm built up.

"Theo," Liam whispered. "Need you."

"Yes," Theo whimpered. "Please Liam."

He slid a hand between them, gripping their cocks in his hand, dragging them up and down. Theo keened into his mouth, hips thrusting into Liam's hand, his fingers digging into his hips as he hung on for dear life. Their kisses got sloppier and sloppier as they focussed more on the pleasure, whimpering and moaning into each other's mouths. Liam bit down on Theo's bottom lip, sucking into his mouth, his other hand gripping the back of Theo's neck with bruising force as he held him close.

It was like nothing Liam had ever felt before. He was sweaty, writhing against Theo's body, breath panting from his mouth. It felt amazing, nothing like being with Hayden. It was better, far better. He could feel his orgasm building, but suddenly it wasn't enough.

He let go, throwing off the blanket and pushing Theo back and crawling down his body, swallowing Theo's cock down. He had no idea what he was doing, but the loud moans of encouragement flying from Theo's mouth egged him on. He bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard.

"Liam," Theo sobbed. "Oh god, fuck, Liam I'm gonna cum." He threw his hands to the side, sliding down the glass, trying desperately to hold on, but with one more pass of Liam's tongue over the head of his cock, he was groaning Liam's name.

Liam pulled away, watching in fascination as Theo bucked his hips, white stripes of cum shooting from him as he shuddered through his orgasm.

He licked the tip curiously, tasting the slightly bitter liquid. It wasn't what he expected at all, nowhere near as unpleasant as he had imagined.

Liam pulled away, looking up Theo's body, watching as he slowly came back to himself, an almost awed expression on his face as he gazed back at Liam.

"Want me to-" Theo said, gesturing down Liam's body.

"God, just touch me and I'll explode," Liam groaned.

Theo pulled him up and moved until he had Liam pinned to the foam mattress.

All it took was a few tugs and then he was whimpering into Theo's neck, his cum coating Theo's hand as he clung to him.

Theo brought his hand up to his mouth and Liam watched through lidded eyes, moaning as Theo licked out to taste it.

"Theo," he whimpered. "Come here." He pulled Theo close, kissing him lazily, their tongues stroking, sharing each other's taste.

"This was not what I expected when I came looking for you this morning," Theo smirked.

Liam laughed throatily and Theo joined in. His laugh was beautiful and deep, and Liam paused, his gaze fond as he looked up at Theo.

"I'm glad you did come," Liam admitted. He brushed his hair back tenderly and Theo leaned into it with a sigh, turning to press a kiss to his palm.

Theo moved, cuddling into Liam's side while Liam pulled the blanket over them. They were quiet, watching the storm rage outside, content and warm.

"I don't know why you don't like this truck," Theo said into Liam's neck. "I'm quite fond of it."

"I might have to start driving you around instead," Liam chuckled.

"I can live with that," Theo smiled.