"Something else. There is nothing else." Stated Crash. That was all he had in the stupid kit.

"That's fine. I'm good." Quinn spoke lying. "I'm a good healer." He started to reach for his sock and shoe to put back on.

"No." Crash spoke firmly, grabbing ahold of his leg so he couldn't move at all now. "You can't risk it getting infected." Moving with the wet gauze he had full intentions of ignoring Quinn and cleaning the wound until he felt Quinn digging his nails into the back of his hand, trying to get him to stop.

"Please." He begged Crash. "Please."

"Fuck." Crash tossed the gaze to the side. "It's just rubbing alcohol."

Quinn recoiled back, pulling both his arms and legs close to himself. He was scared and trying to fight off the panic he felt growing in his chest. Crash could hear his heartbeat. He felt it when he had his hand on his leg. He could feel Quinn's blood start to pump faster. Not to mention the overwhelming scent of that sweetness he carried with him.

Crash took a deep breath, centering himself, which caused Quinn to think he was mad at him, scaring him even more.

"Just chill." Crash stated, tossing the closed bottle of rubbing alcohol down the hall behind him. "It's gone."

He couldn't help but narrow his gaze at Quinn, pondering him even more. There were so many unanswered questions that formed in his mind. Brandon and this freakout only added to his pile.

"I have something else, but. '' Crash paused. It was heavy but, "You have to promise not to laugh . . . or say shit about it."

Quinn quickly nodded his head. He could work with those terms. Crash motioned for his leg again, which Quinn obliged.

Being a wolf meant Crash had better and faster healing capabilities than the average human. That went along with other things like better sight, smell, and hearing. Pretty much all the sense. As well as strength. They were stronger and faster than most. Some wolves were gifted better than others, but overall the odds were in their favor.

Out of his chapter, Crash was one of the stronger wolves, but he wasn't the fastest, thanks to how he became one of them. That bite held him back from being able to go full speed.

Quinn curiously watched as he looked at Crash, wondering what else he had in mind. He wondered why option two couldn't have been option one all along. Quinn got his answer to both of those thoughts soon after they crossed his mind. Crash licked him. He straight up licked his ankle.

Quinn had been licked by more than a few before, but on the ankle was new. It also tickled slightly, even with the pain he felt. Crash's tongue felt different. It felt pretty good. His mind ran with that thought, wondering how nice it would feel on other parts of his body.

There were healing powers in his saliva. Mostly it was safe for him to do as long as he wasn't in his wolf form. Only then would something innocent as this turn into him being a creator of another to walk in the moonlight.

Crash hadn't gone with it as option one because he didn't think rubbing alcohol would be an issue, and the second thing was Quinn being an outsider.

That was one thing Crash got from Brandon was that he hadn't shared anything about his life with Quinn. Not on that level at least which was fair. Telling one wrong person could mean a whole lot of hurt for a lot more than just yourself.

It also meant that Quinn had yet to say anything about what he stumbled upon that night either. Crash felt good about his threat but also felt that Quinn was waiting to question him about it all personally.

Quinn was biting his bottom lip when Crash looked back up at him. Part of Crash felt embarrassed, which wasn't a feeling he had ever had. Quinn's cheeks were flushed over in a hue of red. Crash noticed a subtle change in his heart as well. It was still beating at a fast pace for a different reason now.