[C] Misunderstandings

He'd been into the scene for longer than this human had been alive. He just hadn't socialised within it. He hadn't bothered to learn the new slang terms. He hadn't felt the need to.

These terms were new to him.

His brows drew together a little when the human called himself a bear.

Perhaps bear didn't mean big and hairy after all...

Apparently common sense wasn't helpful at all when talking about slang like this... This was why he didn't use new slang terms. They were so confusing.

He looked down at the boy and shook his head.

"You look utterly clueless."

Cain mused on that for a moment, perhaps he didn't understand sarcasm, was it not common practice in German culture?

"I was being sarcastic."

He finally muttered, rolling his eyes a little before looking back down at the child.

"I'd be a stud I guess, sounds stuck up when you say it like that but hey everyone has their preferences when it comes to who they fuck."

"I am," he admitted.

"I haven't heard these phrases before."

Germany wasn't known for it's sarcasm. The English-speaking countries were the most well-known for their sarcasm. Wolfgang could identify sarcasm sometimes, but there were times it just went over his head.

Sarcasm was a fairly new form of wit to him.

"What's your preference?" His cheeks flushed a little again after he had spoken. The human's lack of filter between brain and mouth was rubbing off on him.

"Most of the time Studs are good if you like to play rough, but nothing beats the reactions you get from a Twink."

He replied with a chuckle, Twinks were either unbelievably slutty or fairly innocent, they were usually a lot of fun and their bodies responded well to teasing.

"Never really saw anything of interest with a Bear, but that could just be vanity, I don't know."

He muttered with a shrug, Bears just didn't do it for him.

So he liked both studs and twinks?

The human hadn't really answered his question directly.

Was Wolfgang interested in the answer? Yes... Yes, he believed he was. This human was attractive. He could admit to himself that he wouldn't mind spending a night or two with him.

The man let his legs move from against his chest and stretch out in front of him as he leaned more comfortably against the human's chest.

It was hard to choose, if he could get a twink that liked to play roughly then that would be his preference, he preferred a more boy-ish body beneath him.

He had always been the kind of guy that wanted to look after the one he was with.

"Whats your preference?"

He asked in return, moving back to putting his head on the boy's shoulder.

The Lycan hummed softly.

"Studs, I guess..."

He liked men bigger than him. Muscular. More masculine. At his size, it was easy enough to find people that fit that description.

"Though I've been with bears before." He used the slang uncertainly.

Cain screwed up his nose.

"I don't think I would like being with a bear."

He admitted, the appeal really wasn't there was him, he liked him men a little bit more...groomed.

He chuckled softly as one of the men started yelling victoriously as he scored another point back on the field.

"I slept with him the other night, absolutely sloppy, no technique at all, if you get a chance with him, pass it up, not worth the effort."

The Lycan shrugged.

He was the piece of ass back on the battlefields; the smallest and easiest to overpower. He didn't get much of a choice on who he fucked. And honestly, he didn't care much.

Sex was sex. As long as he got enough stimulation to come, he was happy.

The man's eyes flickered over the human Cain had pointed out.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"If you're looking for a decent lay a bunch of us are going out clubbing tomorrow night, apparently there are some awesome gay clubs around the city, should be fun, you can tag along if you want."

Not all of the guys were gay but the ones that were had decided earlier today that they would all hang out and see what the city had to offer.

Cain was hoping for some decent action, hell, if you couldn't find a hot guy in France you obviously weren't going to have much luck anywhere else.

Gay club...

That'd be an interesting experience. That many gay men pressed together, pumped with alcohol and drugs definitely sounded fun.

"I'd like that."

A few drinks, some dancing. Grinding and making out.

It definitely sounded like a fun night out.

"Awesome, I'll add you to the list so you get a spot on the van."

They were taking the tour van out that night, at least that made it so none of them would be drink driving, the ones who went back to the hotel at least.

There was no telling where half of them would end up by the end of the night.

"Sound be a fun night."
He mused, he hoped it was a bit of fun at least.

"Thank you."

The boy hummed softly, fingers tapping idly against Cain's leg.

"What hotel should I be at and when?" He didn't want to miss this. It had been a while since he had had sex. He'd been up in Hungary last time he'd had sex. A few weeks.

He wasn't going to pass up the chance to go out and find someone to fuck.

"Some French name I can't pronounce."
He muttered, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and pulling out the hotel's card and handing it to the boy.

"My room is 209, come over about nine o'clock and I'll bring you down to the van with me.

If you miss me at my room then the van should be down in the lobby area about nine fifteen."
He replied.

The man's took the card, looking down at it.

"That hotel is next to mine." He'd be able to find it easy enough.

"Nine," he repeated. He could do that. He boy leant against Cain's chest, lifting his hips a little to pull out his wallet and slid the card into it before shoving it back into his pocket and settling back on Cain's lap.

The movement caused the Lycan's piercing to glint in the light once again.

Cain had to hold in a small grunt as the body moved around in his lap, he should know better than to move around too much when sitting on another man.

"That's good, if we both get unlucky I'll come crash over in your room."

He replied with a laugh, in his state he was only half joking, crawling into bed with the little twink didn't sound like a bad idea.

Even still he knew he was being a little forward so he wasn't going to push his luck further than he had.

Wolfgang wasn't innocent to what he was doing to the human.

He wriggled a little 'getting comfortable' as he settled down, nuzzling against the human's chest.

"My room is big enough," he chuckled softly, eyes sliding shut. He always made sure his room was big enough for a small harem for the odd occasion that he wanted to fuck a man, or five.

The sun was warm against his pale skin. It felt nice to just lay against someone and soak in the sun's rays.

A soft moan escaped the man as the boy wiggled his backside up against his crotch.

Silly little thing was getting his aroused out on a public beach in the middle of the day, these were situations he normally avoided.

"Sit still."

He scolded softly as he gripped the boy's hips and held him in place.

That just what he needed trying to walk back to the hotel, a concussion, split lip and an awkward boner.

The Lycan's wide blue eyes looked up at the human.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked 'innocently,' attempting to keep his little smirk at bay.

Making people uncomfortable like this was amusing. He liked seeing people wound up then left hanging.

Wolfgang smiled a little as Cain's hands gripped his slim hips.

"Yes."

He replied, Wolfgang's innocent look met with a skeptical one from Cain.

The boy seemed innocent but he was slowly catching on to him that there might be more than meets the eye.

No one at the age of eighteen was that clueless.

"But I will make you more uncomfortable if you keep it up."
He warned.

His long pale lashes brushed against his cheeks as he blinked.

He just couldn't help himself...

That threat was just too amusing to pass up. How could he even think of just letting this lie when he could see how Cain could make him uncomfortable?

His hips wiggled again, his innocent expression morning into a mischievous little grin.

A shiver chased through the man as his crotch was wiggled against again.

This time his hips pressed up, grinding his hardening member up against the boy's backside, making sure it rubbed right between his cheek.

His arms wrapped around the boy's waist, holding him down against him firmly until he was practically dry humping the boy's ass.

The man's cheeks flushed a little as the human's hips began pressing up against him.

The mix of alcohol, concussion and teasing really wasn't working in Cain's favour when it came to smarts. This would leave them both either uncomfortably hard or satisfied but damp.

Wolfgang gave a soft moan as his hips pressed down against Cain's.

His tongue laved over his lower lip as his eyes flickered over everything in his view. Was anyone watching this...?

He gave a soft breathy moan as the boy in his lap moaned, he hadn't meant for this to be pleasurable for him, he was trying to make him uncomfortable by showing him what he had done to his body with all that squirming.

"God, this sucks."

He groaned in frustration as he forehead rested on the back of the boy's head, the thrusting of his hips slowly reluctantly until he stopped moving, he was making it worse for himself, much worse.

"Maybe I should leave you to cool down a bit," Wolfgang muttered softly, writhing in his lap to give him one last kick in the gut before pushing himself to his feet.

He smiled down at the human brightly.

"See you tomorrow."

The boy skipped off, humming happily to himself.

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The Lycan's hand met with the door of room 209, knocking firmly a few times.

The boy had dressed simply for tonight, wearing a thin white tank top, tight black jeans and a black leather jacket. His wrists were adorned with numerous bracelets and thick leather cuffs. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, his fringe framing his face. His feet were adorned with heavy boots that were only partially laced.

The bar that had pierced his nipple the day before had been replaced with a silver ring that could just be seen through the thin material of his shirt.