"Don't look at me like that." Commented Crash, grabbing a clean gauze and wrapping it around his ankle. Then a layer of bandage to keep it in place for now.

"I mean . . . " Quinn was at a loss for words, "You just licked me like it was a normal thing."

Crash grumbled under his breath, "It is a normal thing." At least for him, it was, stuffing the shit back into the first aid kit and standing up, "Take the bandage off tomorrow, let it breathe, and don't mess with it."

Quinn sat there quietly as Crash disappeared down the hallway, glancing at Apple, who gave him a look of disappointment.

"Don't look at me like that. He only did it because you bit me." Quinn spoke making a valid point.  

"She did her job. You, on the other hand." Crash called from the bathroom, defending Apple. He took a moment to collect himself as he licked his lips, looking into the mirror above the sink. A flicker of the wolf crossed his light eyes, the scent and taste of Quinn in his mouth triggering something new in him.

"I bailed you out, didn't I."

"I bailed myself out. You just happened to be there." Commented Crash, getting another beer from the fridge.

He had been buzzing pretty well earlier in the night but lost that the moment the cuffs hit his wrist. So now he was drinking to keep the headache away.

"What did you do anyway?"

"Put someone in their place." Crash laughed to himself. "Just so happened to be on the other side of a pane glass window."

"You throw someone through a window!" Examined Quinn, jerking up on the sofa out of excitement but also to make room for Crash to plop down.

Crash rested his head on the back of the sofa, nodding. "Yep. Not the first time either."

"You've done this to the same guy before?"

"Oh. No." He shook his head, "Different guy, well guys." Most tended to learn to not fuck with him after the first time around.

"How many people?"

Crash had to think for a moment, "Like three, well four now." Nodding his head, "Yeah, four."

"The actual fuck, Crash!" Quinn wasn't sure if he was more impressed or turned on.

"What? They all started it. I just ended it." Crash turned his head to look at him, "How do you think I got my name?"

Quinn leaned up, moving closer to Crash, very intrigued by the man for the time being. A hot flush slowly crept over his body after he licked him. It started in his foot, and now it cloaked him.

"The sound of the glass breaking and them crashing to the ground on the other side." Quinn smiled, "That's kind of hot."

He knew Crash couldn't be his government name but one given to him as they do in a gang.

"So. . ." Breathed Quinn deeply, testing the waters. "What is the real name of a man who is a creature of the night, in a gang of sorts, and builds everything he owns?"

Crash took a long sip of his beer, "I'll tell you if you. . ." He motioned towards the bathroom, a name for why he freaked out over the rubbing alcohol.

Quinn pondered the thought before leaning back, "I don't care that much." He stated. Not seeing the exchange of information as a fair enough trade. He could simply figure out his given name from his brother if he wanted to know bad enough.

Crash nodded his head. He figured Quinn wouldn't go for it, stating he needed a smoke. He didn't smoke in his house, opening the sliding door to the balcony on the other side of the living room. At this point smoking for him was just a habit he hadn't decided to quit yet. Pulling a good drag off the stick before Quinn not so kindly took it from him, taking his own inhale. Crash smirked as he leaned back onto the metal railing with his full weight. Quinn took another drag before he handed the cigarette back.

"Is this way you live so far out?" Asked Quinn, leaning on the railing himself, looking to the lush forest that ran deep behind Crash's home. "Your playground."  

"If you want to call it that." Crash turned, facing in the same direction. He personally liked the isolation this place gave him. The woods were just an added perk.

Quinn shook his head. He found it amusing. The two of them were dancing around the fact that Crash was a wolf. Neither one of them had yet to come out and say it. If they didn't say it out loud, somehow didn't make it true. Quinn had heard stories growing up about wolves. Most of them weren't pretty ones either. Things adults tell children to make them afraid, but Quinn isn't afraid. Wolves didn't scare him. There were so many more things in the world to be scared of than men who didn't fit the so-called normal. It was men who appeared normal that scared him.

"What?" Asked Crash, looking at Quinn, who had been staring at him.
 
"Were you born or made?"

"Made." Replied Crash with anger in his voice, the anger he thought he had let go of many years ago, but for some reason, he had yet to fully let all of it leave him.

Quinn nodded his head. He wasn't thinking about his actions as he reached out and placed his hand on Crash's forearm. He could hear the pain in his voice. Quinn got the feeling it wasn't much of a choice for him.

"I was placed in a foster home when I was five with a woman who was overly religious and thought that everyone with an X and Y chromosome was instinctively dirty. So she would make me bathe in rubbing alcohol to wash the sins away." By bathing, Quinn meant she would scrub his skin raw nightly with it. So why wouldn't he be scared?

That home was one of many he bounced to and from growing up, but it was one of the first memories Quinn had. For a long time after, he was petrified of bathing. He would go days before he showered, having this off sense of what clean meant.

"Brandon told me you aged out." Breathed Crash, heavily. "Just about the only thing I know about you besides the fact you have a mouth on you, but that makes sense." He cracked a smile. "I'm sure that made things so much easier for you."

Quinn laughed. Crash liked bringing up his mouth, licking his lips which caught his attention. "I have other things about me that are more intriguing than just my mouth."

Crash arched a brow at him, "Like what?"

Quinn turned to Crash, looking up at him, placing his hand on the center of his chest. "Oh, that's for you to find out." He smirked, tapping his chest with his forefinger. "For you to find out."

That same shift in the air that happened in the tent at the rally fell between them again. Crash finding himself leaning in closer to Quinn, but he pushed back, shaking his head. "Time for me to go. I'm sure Brandon has probably noticed his truck is missing."

"I thought you said he was passed out?" Stated Crash, leaning back in. He was a persistent man. Crash held in close. He wasn't a fan of being teased. Especially not this close to the full moon. Quinn could feel his chest flex under his touch, standing still as he felt Crash brush the tip of his nose against his cheek. His hot breath against the cool air of the night caused goosebumps to break out along the side of his neck.

"He was." Confirmed Quinn with a staggered breath.

"So he won't notice." Whispered Crash as he cupped the other side of Quinn's face with his hand, guiding his lips to his own, kissing him with a light touch.

Quinn closed his eyes at the gentle kiss. It was sweet. Sweet wasn't something he was used to having, nor was it a word he thought he would ever use in reference to Crash.

The sweet didn't last long because Crash wasn't a sweet man. He was only gentle for so long before his natural instincts took over, tightening his hold over Quinn as he pressed in harder, causing Quinn to drop his hand and push him back with both. Crash didn't budge, his stature far too large for Quinn to push off him. So he resorted to the only other thing that came to mind and bit Crash as he tried to force his tongue down his throat.

"Fuck." Cursed Crash as he jolted back, touching his lip that was now bleeding.

Quinn didn't say another word, just looked at him hard before he walked off, snatching his shoes up from the living room floor on his way out.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Huffed Crash when he finally walked back inside, looking at Apple, who was clearly judging him. "He was the one that overreacted."