Paul knew that he'd promised to work later. But he didn't think his manager meant this later. Paul had been initially scheduled seven to four. His usual schedule. Then another employee would come in and work from four to closing at nine and hang around for however long it took to clean up the store. Usually like an extra forty five minutes.
Paul used to have that shift, but he'd switched for more hours. Paul liked his schedule now. If he had patrol, he could go home and get a little sleep beforehand.
Paul's relief didn't come that day.
He'd been on the clock from seven a.m. to nine p.m. with only one thirty minute lunch break around noon. The store had closed thirty-five minutes ago and he was still here because some lady had squeezed into the door at 8:53 and decided to do her grocery shopping for the month. Now he couldn't start the closing duties because they weren't allowed to do them in front of the customers.
He couldn't kick her out because she'd made it in before the store closed. The only thing he could do was lock them in and wait for her to finish. And she was casually shopping, taking her precious time, like he didn't want to go home!
After twenty minutes, Paul got gotten a broom and started following the woman around the store, sweeping on the other end of the aisle she was on, staring daggers at her the entire time. He probably looked like a bull ready to charge. She simply ignored him and continued shopping. He eventually gave up and went back to the register.
Whenever she decided to leave, he still had to straighten up the store from where lazy customers had decided they didn't want something, and instead of taking it back where they got it from, they just put it on a random shelf. He still had to count his register because this broke grocery store wasn't modern enough to have a register that did that for him. They had a hand held calculator and a scale. And he still had to sweep and mop the entire store.
Paul decided to count the register while he waited. Technically, he wasn't doing it in front of the bitch anyway. Instead of wasting valuable sleeping time, he could knock that out now. He would simply add the lady's total after he checked her out.
He'd done this before. Separate the money into piles. Singles, fives, tens, twenty, fifties... no Benjamins. What a surprise. Someone had paid in nothing but silver dollars earlier. Weird. He decided to knock the singles out first. They'd be the most tedious. Separate them into stacks of five to make things easier when he inevitably lost count.
But he couldn't focus. Paul was livid! He had patrol at eleven and had to be back on the clock at seven the next morning. He'd already worked over fourteen hours and he was still going. That didn't even sound legal. Not with only one lunch break.
His manager had left five hours ago. Paul was seriously considering taking a couple of twenties for his trouble. There was no one watching him. They were just lying there taunting him. It was as if Jackson were staring at him saying, "Take me!"
But no. The missing money would definitely be noticed after inventory. And, there were cameras everywhere to help prevent shoplifting. No. No stealing money. He needed his job.
At precisely 9:43, the woman realized she had left her purse at home. And even though there was a vein twitching in Paul's neck, even though he wanted to strangle the lady, even though he was fighting the urge to phase, he had still politely offered to wait for her to go get it.
"I'll just come back in morning," she had said. And then left a full shopping cart in the middle of the store for him to restock. Paul had to breathe to keep his composer and stop himself from shifting and shredding his uniform.
He had imagined his alpha's voice in his ear. The same thing he always did in similar situations because Sam had been faithfully there for him with soothing assurances when he'd first phased. Sam's voice was now his calming factor.
You're okay, Paul. There's cameras all over the place. You can't be caught phasing on camera. Just breathe.
He didn't lock up until 11:15. He didn't even go home. He just bought an energy drink, fixed himself a cup of coffee in the lounge, mixed it with the carbonated acid, and chugged it down. Bleugh! It was terrible... But hopefully it would keep him awake. He stripped behind the grocery store and wrapped his uniform around the cord on his ankle.
The relief he felt when he finally shifted was like heaven. He'd been fighting it for so long.
Nice for you to join me, was Jared's first thoughts, clearly referring to the fact that Paul was twenty-five minutes late.
And suddenly his heavenly feeling was gone.
Don't fucking start, Jared, Paul snapped. I had a long day and I'm exhausted. Let's just get this shit over with so I can go get a little sleep.
Of course Jared snapped backed. Why had Sam paired them up for patrol again? Oh yeah. Because they needed to learn how to patrol with everyone. If and when a leech came through, they weren't always going be with someone they got along with.
Don't snap at me! It's not my fault you're late!
The next thing Paul knew, he was running. Running toward Jared with full intentions of breaking something. He was already pissed because he had just worked for sixteen fucking hours and wasted his time on a stupid housewife. He did not just drink a disgusting elixir to stay awake and hear Jared's complaints in his head all night!
Paul? Jared thought, a little timidly. He could literally feel Paul's emotions. Paul was going to hurt him.
I''m gonna do more than hurt you! I'm gonna rip your fucking arms off! And then your legs! And every other limb I can get my mouth on!
Paul calm down. I'm sorry. You don't really want to hurt me. I can see that you're just upset because you had a horrible day, and now you're lashing out. Just calm down.
Paul felt Jared phase back, and moments later Paul hopped across a creek and there he was, standing there naked.
"Calm down, Paul. I'm sorry. Okay?" Jared said with wide eyes. He stood there with his arms out at the growling wolf in a defensive position, ready to shift back at any moment. "You can't attack me like this Paul. It's not a fair fight. Shift back so we can talk."
No, you shift back and fight! But of course Jared couldn't hear him anymore. Paul dove at him, shifted mid air, and punched Jared in the eye, taking them both down to the ground in a swirl of leaves and sticks. He straddled Jared's chest and went in on the teen's face. The sight of Jared's lip busting, smearing his face with blood, some of it splashing up on Paul, made Paul scream with triumph inside.
Jared simply lay there and took it.
Punch, punch. Left, right. "Fight back!" Punch. "FIGHT BACK!" Paul sat on the other boy's chest, bare assed, fuming. Jared jerked under him and somehow, Paul wound up on his back with Jared between his legs and his hands pinned above his head.
"Get off me and fight," Paul growled. Jared's lip had already healed. It looked as if someone else's blood was on his face.
"No. I'm sorry you had bad day. They shouldn't've worked you like that. Yes, that shit is illegal. And I'm sorry for what I said. You didn't deserve it."
They were lying there in the leaves with their naked dicks touching. Jared found that an angry Paul was turning him on. His dick slowly got hard.
Paul felt it.
"Get the fuck off of me, Jared," he said with narrowed eyes and clenched teeth.
"Come on." Jared ground his hips into the boy under him. "You fucked Embry. Why not me too?" Jared was rubbing his stiff dick into Paul and Paul slowly found himself getting aroused. "Brady's dick was amazing. I've been itching to have another one up my ass."
Paul glared up at Jared through thick lashes, his hands still pinned above his head. "You want this thick dick?"
"I want it," Jared panted, grinding into him.
"Fine. But I'm not going easy on you," Paul said in that rough voice of his.
"I don't recall asking you to."
Their mouths clashed together like the clash of the titans. Paul bucked his hips and rolled them back over. Then he flipped Jared onto his stomach. He spit into his hand a couple of times and fisted his massive dick while he fondled Jared's pretty ass.
"I'm about to shove this dick inside of you," Paul said, as if commenting on the weather. He straddled Paul. "All of it." He lined himself up with the hole, and very not gently pushed himself in.
"Oh! Shit!" Jared scrambled in a futile attempt to get away from Paul when he felt the too fat cock trying to get inside of him, but Paul clutched Jared's hips and held him in place.
"Don't run from the dick now," Paul smiled, pushing himself into the squirming body. "You wanted this." He pushed and pushed and pushed until the entire thing was nestled in tight heat.
Paul could feel Jared resisting him. He could feel the boy's tense ass clenching around his dick.
"J, come on." He gently rubbed his peer's ass, caressing it. "You gotta relax. I changed my mind; I'll be gentle. Okay?"
Jared tried to relax, but Paul was so much bigger than Brady! Brady's cock was a pinkie toe compared to Paul. But when Paul set a smooth pace inside of him, it was nothing compared to Brady's dick. Brady was like smooth ocean waves…
But Paul's thick dick was still heavenly when Jared finally relaxed.
"Mngh… Oh my God, Paul yes."
"That's it, J." Paul stroked deep, giving it all to Jared. "Relax. You're okay. Take this dick. Oh fuck, you're so tight."
"Yeah. That's the spot Paul. Mngh." Paul gripped Jared's hips and pulled them up, lifting the boy's ass, and hissed at the new angle.
"Fuck!" Paul squeezed the ass cheeks, fucking the boy under him fervently. "Shit. Take this dick, J. Take it." He watched hit fat dick slide inside the itty bitty hole over and over again.
Jared lay there with his ass poked upwards taking it. Paul's huge shaft had him stretched open so wide. He could feel it sliding against his walls deep inside of him. He started pushing into the dick, meeting Paul halfway.
"Oh my God, Paul, you're so deep. Are you poking into my stomach? Is that possible? Fuck! Fuck me!"
Stroking into Paul, watching the boy writhe in ecstasy under him, reminded Paul of how good Embry's dick had felt. Paul stopped.
"Now, I want you to fuck me, J."
"What?" Jared peeped over his shoulder at Paul, smiling in shock and delight.
"You heard me." It took Paul a few seconds to pull the long dick out. Then he lay on his back next to Jared, spreading his legs wide for the boy. "Come and fuck me."
"Okay!" Jared grinned from ear to ear. He spat in his hand and climbed between the awaiting legs.
Jared lined himself up. "This might hurt a little," he warned Paul.
"I know." Paul smiled at him in excitement. He was ready for the sweet pleasure.
Jared frowned. "You know?"
"Yeah. Embry fucked me yesterday. Come on already." Oh yeah. No one knew about that yet. Well Paul didn't want to talk about it right now. He wanted to be fucked.
"What?" Jared repeated, shocked by Paul's words for the second time.
"You heard me! Now come on!" Paul wiggled his ass on the dick. He could feel it between his cheeks but it wasn't inside of him. He was getting antsy.
Jared simply smiled and shook his head in astonishment, then slowly pushed his cock in. Paul's face twisted up. This was a little different. Jared's spit wasn't a very good lubricant. This is the pain Paul had been afraid of yesterday.
Just when Paul had started to tense up, Jared poked into Paul's g-spot and Paul relaxed and smiled, sighing when he received the sweet ecstasy he wanted. He wrapped his arms around Jared and pulled the boy down into a kiss as Jared thrust deep inside of him.
That's it. That's what Paul wanted. He wrapped his legs around Jared, and the other boy set a slow pace.
"Oh my God, Paul," Jared smile panting, still shocked to find himself in his position. "I can't believe you're letting me fuck you! You feel incredible. You're so tight and warm…"
Paul smiled back. "Yeah? Keep giving me such a good dick and I might let you fuck me again." Then he kissed Jared to shut him up. Paul didn't want to talk. He just wanted to be fucked.
And Jared was doing a wonderful job. His big appendage spread Paul wide, wider than Embry had and slid deeper inside until it touched that tender spot, sending a shiver up Paul's spine.
Paul just lay there wrapped around Jared, trembling and moaning while the dick slid in and out of him. Jared would pull back until nothing but his plump head was left and then softly slide all the way back down until his pubic hairs grazed against Paul's ass.
Before he knew what was happening, Paul was coming. It had snuck up on him. His orgasm poured out of his dick and onto his stomach. When his ass clenched with his orgasm, Paul relished in the hot liquid that was suddenly filling his insides. Jared moaned with his release.
"Fuck, Paul. Shit..."
Paul rubbed his hands down Jared's back and the other boy collapsed on top of him, panting, spent.
"Feel better?" he sighed into Paul ear.
Paul laughed a deep laugh that carried through the empty wounds. They had long since scared any nearby animals away.
"Yeah. Thanks man."
Jared kissed him. "Anytime."