Skoll tilted his head. Elliot had never referred to his place as home. Home as in his too. It was always his house or yours. 

"Home!" 

Elliot hadn't heard the slip as he said it. Then again was it a slip? 

"Yeah, home." 

"Yes." Smiled Skoll, looking over his shoulder as a few of the guys hollered out. It was a full moon. Their run usually followed after their meeting. It was pushed back a bit due to Elliot coming tonight. "Make sure Twink isn't in my spot this time or she's getting the boot." Skoll spoke as he turned away heading for the woods behind him. 

They had teams walk the land the last few weeks after the raid to make sure the cops didn't try to be smart and pull one over on them. It was bad enough that they raided the clubhouse but to set up cameras or surveillance to catch them shifting and running. The woman claimed that when she called in the tip that she didn't say anything about wolves. It was more petty like drugs. The cops hearing about men with bikes and patches dealing in drugs wasn't that far off for most so they bit.

* * * * * * 

"Please tell me you showered first before crawling into bed." Groaned Elliot as he felt Skoll's weight behind him. He wasn't ready to open his eyes but he was sure it had to be early in the morning. 

"Of course." Skoll mumbled, burying his face in the back of his neck. It wasn't long after Elliot felt his teeth nipping. Skoll had wanted to bite Elliot there for so long. To truly mark him as his. He knew that the mark wouldn't last but it would be so nice while it did and he could always bite him again, and again. 

"Skoll." Warned Elliot as he rolled over in bed. 

"Just a little nip." Skoll spoke, biting at the side of his neck now between kisses. 

"It's too early." 

"Oh, it's never too early." 

Elliot thought Skoll would be tired after being out all night but from the hard cock pressed against his thigh told him otherwise. If anything Skoll was very much awake. And very turned on. 

"I haven't even brushed my teeth." Elliot whined. 

"That's fine." Skoll tossed the sheets up, as he moved down over top of Elliot, settling between his legs. The stubble of his beard tickled along his inner thigh as Elliot opened his legs. 

The soft heat of his mouth sucking on his tender skin, nipping at him more. Elliot was no longer asleep as he felt that heat against his cock. Skoll took all of him in, swirling his tongue along the head of his cock as he pulled back, flicking teasingly with his tongue. 

Skoll groaned as Elliot pulled his hair, pushing his head back down over him. 

"Huummphh." Beathed Elliot as he pushed his hips up, fucking into Skoll's mouth. "It's never too early." Corrected Elliot as he tightened his grip on Skoll's hair. 

Skoll knew it wasn't. Plus what man didn't like a blow job in the morning? He liked how Elliot pulled and pushed at him. Thrusting his hips up hard against him as he sucked. His throat tightening as he took him in with a pleasure of his own. 

"DON'T." Ordered Elliot as he felt Skoll shift to touch himself. "I said don't." If Skoll was going to wake him up this early even with a blow job he was going to have to wait his turn. 

Skoll let out a heavy breath against him. His own cock was throbbing at this point. If Elliot wasn't going to come in the next few minutes he was going to flip him over and take him. He was sure Elliot would love that. 

* * * * * *

Elliot eyed the steam coming from his coffee mug as he stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter. Skoll sat at the island wolfing down his breakfast, no pun intended. Eating a lot more was something else Elliot could add to the list of differences in Skoll now. Then again he had been out all night running wild. Skoll had offered for him to stay at the clubhouse for when he got back but Elliot felt that was a little too much for him. He was more than happy to have been invited at all. 

"Oh!" Skoll looked up from his plate, pointing his fork at Elliot, "There's a potluck next weekend. You're invited. Well . . . " He finished the last few bites, "You're expected to come." 

Elliot arched an eyebrow, "What should I bring?" 

Skoll shrugged, "Nothing." 

"I can't bring nothing." 

"Yourself is more than enough." Skoll smiled. "Actually, no, bring some of those apple cider thingys." 

Elliot laughed, "Bring something you like to the potluck." 

Skoll nodded. They were actually apple cider cornuts Elliot has picked up a few times at one of the local food trucks he passes by in the morning before work. 

"And the hard apple cider too." Skoll nodded, rinsing his plate off before adding it to the dishwasher.