A/N: Strong Language. Very Adult scenes.


It was quite late. Late enough to enjoy the silence of his Pack house. Most of them were out at the bar. Satomi was in her library. researching the Aldo case. Lori was in her room, with her Little Girl-friends giggling over UFC Champion and Model Luke Rockhold. He'd been asked to join his pack at the bar. Part of him wanted to go out and impress his pack as he pulled as many numbers as possible. But he declined. He had other forms of entertainment.

All involving Dunbar's excited human Partner in crime, Mason hewitt.


It was a pity that Hewitt wasn't here in person. But Brett assured himself that that would happen soon enough. Maybe Next Month? Until then, he had to make do with what he had. He'd fixed the HDMI cable and turned on his flat screen TV. searched through his photo session until he found pictures of Mason. He set it in Slide-show mode.

Having to tolerate Dunbar did have it's benefits. He was able to take Photos of Mason without him thinking that he was some kind of Were-perv.


Now he was behind closed doors he could do anything.


Brett shuffled down his Jogging bottoms, before dipping his hands in Internet, home-made lube. Why he'd looked on the Net for this kind of advice, he couldn't say. But he'd kept the website details. If Mason surprised him one night and asked to be friends with benefits, he was pretty sure he'd be a nervous wreck. Any sex advice sites would come in handy.

Not that he didn't have experience...but still.

The lube contained the actual stuff, Condit oil to mask the smell and Jouban cream. He rubbed it over both of his hands before working the cream around his Dick. He stared at the Mason slide-show trying to guess where Mason had been in each picture and with who. Partying with Kira, hiking with Malia, hanging out with Liam.


Jealously burned inside him as his passion faded away. Dunbar was definately a passion killer. He knew. He had to have known how Brett had felt about his friend at Sinema. It was obvious. But that runt was determined to cock-block him at every turn. If it wasn't Liam, then it was seedy Guys like Lucas. It pissed Brett off that there would be more of that Super-natural type to come, all drooling over his chosen one.

His mind went back to creepy Lucas. his hands were all over Mason's chest. The way his crush smiled when Lucas kissed him for the first time. His claws came out, scratching his other hand. Any lower and he could have injured himself.


"Relax Talbot...Relax" He told himself.


He leaned back, watching the Television. Keeping his eyes glued to Mason's smile, his delicate fingers, that Pulsant, explosive, innocent slim body...It was easy for him to imagine Mason's fingers around his dick. He's smiling gently, asking Brett, if he was doing properly. Brett would nod with certainty. They'd lean forward and kiss. His fangs would make Mason whine. Before he'd lower himself, and steady his hand.

He'd excite Brett with sly confident strokes, sliding his other hand against Brett's legs until he was hard. Mason would bring his lips to Brett's tip, the Were would tell him that he didn't have to do it. That handsy stuff could be done all night. But Mason would shrug, give him that nervous beaming smile that Twisted Brett's gut. He'd lick Brett's chest first, raising his T-shirt up to gently bite the dip under his ribcage.


Brett would groan jerking his hips upwards as Hewitt made his way past his six pack, nudging his Belly button with his nose. The Sophomore's lips replaced Brett's hands, his tongue weaving webs of pleasure throughout Brett's body. Holding himself firmly, he stared at the Television slide-show groaning.

"That's it Mason...just like that...don't stop"

In his head Mason didn't.


He massaged Brett's abdomen while taking him in further breathing heavily. Brett could mistake the moisture of lube for Mason's saliva. He grabbed his quilt, getting close to exploding.

"Fuck Mase your oral skills are impeccable!" Brett moaned.

"Brett?!" He heard a High pitched voice say.


"Shit, did I leave the volume on?" Brett asked himself. He paused and looked around for the Control.

"Brett that's not the TV. It's me you know...in reality" Mason said awkwardly.


Brett got up in shock and slid his boxers shorts over his wet thighs. He was smart, he could think of something,

Why won't his Devenford brain think of anything?

Mason Stay!...stay right there...I can explain what you just saw" Brett reasoned.


He saw Mason take Three Steps away from the door. Brett couldn't sense fear. Just Tension. Ongoing embarrassment and the stench of anger which Brett couldn't understand.

"Explain? You're pretty self explanatory Brett" Mason said zipping up his coat.

"Then you can always shut the door and join me" Brett said. It sound like a joke, but Brett was half serious. He held out a greasy hand and winked. Mason shook his head.


"Dont' touch me Talbot...you're disgusting" Mason scolded, quickly slaming the door, and leaving a baffled, barely dressed and Bewildered Brett alone.