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Werewolf Boyfriend: August (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-10-13 21:00:02 +0000 UTCEvery year, when the holidays come around, you get to paint the windows at work. Halloween is always such a big holiday in Hearthway Hollow, it encompasses the entire month of October. Right around the end of September, it begins. And not in the slow growing, hard to notice sort of way that it does elsewhere. It’s sudden and hard to miss.
The stores in the downtown area all compete in a decoration contest. It’s a big time of year for local artists, as sometimes it’s a competition to get the artist who won the previous year. Storefronts look like miniature scenes from movies, there was even a rule set in place a window could not be changed daily after some heated competition caused altercations.
You’ve just been happy to be included every year, your boss enjoys your work, even if Sheer Luck hasn’t won anything before. The hair salon seems to do it’s own thing, rather than give in to the pressures of the rest of the world around them. Last year your boss set up a scarecrow to go along with your window, and that was it. Although, your best friend was trying to get him to change his mind this year, and actually try to compete.
“You have someone who works for the theatre working here too! They have access to costumes and props the rest of the town could only dream of,” Belle argued.
Angel raised his hands. “I want nothing to do with this. Why does this salon even need to dress up when it’s already the best looking building in town?”
“Because there is a giant pair of scissors on the roof begging for the Halloween treatment!” Belle has been aching to win the Halloween Shop contest ever since she began working here. Her family has owned the diner since it opened, and in all the years this tradition has existed, it’s never won.
You were happy just to paint. Most of your days were filled with hair dye and nail polish. You rarely got to work on such a grand scale, and you prepared for this all year. As soon as November hit, you bought a new sketchpad to prepare for the next Halloween.
“Auggie will be here soon,” Belle warns you.
“Alright, alright.” You hop down from your perch on the ladder and take off the paint smattered smock. You go to the back to get ready, preparing the hair dye like always, washing your hands, and getting your equipment ready on the cart.
Auggie, or August, was a regular of yours. He had started going grey in high school so he had been getting his hair dyed ever since then. He had wonderful hair too, he kept it long and it had perfect beach waves in it. Something most people have destroyed their scalps trying to achieve, and he just comes by it naturally.
You’re pushing the cart out right as August comes in the door. “Go ahead and get seated, I just have to go find some gloves in the storage closet.”
“Take your time.” August takes his hair down from the ponytail and shakes it out. You can see the white roots at his crown, as well as the peppered effect in his beard. Something you’ve always liked about August, aside from everything, was the way even his eyebrows had flecks of silver in them.
It’s not something you’re proud of, but you’ve had a huge crush on August ever since you first saw him in Sheer Luck. He was tall, adorable, and seemed totally unaware of his natural charm. He was a bit clumsy, everytime he came he knocked over the coat rack, or kicked something without meaning to.
But he was a customer, and a loyal one at that, you had made a promise to yourself not to date anyone at work, or any of your clients. You found gloves and returned to August, turning his chair and adjusting it so his head went into the sink.
“The window looks great!” August says brightly. “I look forward to your window more than anyones.”
“You’re just saying that so I don’t fuck up your hair,” you tease.
August grins. “Only a little.”
“Belle is on a tear this year, she wants Angel to try and at least enter the decorating contest this year.” You add shampoo to the mix and lather at his scalp.
“Has Sheer Luck ever entered?”
“Aside from the window? No.” You pull suds through his long locks. “I’m happy I get to do that every year.”
August raises those beautiful brown eyes, looking almost puppy like. “Would you want the front decorated?”
You smile to yourself then chuckle. “It might be nice. Then next year I can be the diva everyone wants to paint their windows.”
August’s smile blossoms with yours. “Is my hair not enough for you?”
You splash a little water onto his cheek. “If you’d let me have my way with it like I’ve been asking, then maybe I wouldn’t want to go out into that big scary world of competitive window painting.”
“Maybe one day I’ll get the nerve to let you manhandle my hair in a way you enjoy.” You both bust out laughing. Something you always like about August is how much you two laugh together during his appointments.
August has a schedule for his hair, during the summer is a strawberry blonde, fall it’s a rich auburn, winter is a dark chestnut, and spring it fades into a sort of fading auburn. It’s been that way for five years now. Before, he used to just box dye it black, a horror you still panic over.
The next day, you and Bell drive into work together, you park at the back of the building as you enjoy your coffee and bagels. You then mosey into work, where you see Angel storming in from the front.
“Did you do this?” He asks urgently.
“Do what?” Belle yawns.
Angel wags his finger, leading you outside. Already, you’re aware the storefront has changed over night. There are haybells and pumpkins all around, a skeleton hangs from the ceiling, clinging to the gutter and blending in with the window you are painting.
Belle has the biggest smile on her face. “Wow, this is looking great.”
“You didn’t do this?” Angel seems horribly confused.
“We were watching cartoons and crying last night,” Belle answers honestly.
Angel frowns and looks around. “Whoever is doing it, I don’t think they’re done.” He shakes his head.
You frown. “You’re not going to take it down, are you?”
Angel shrugs. “What’s the point? As long as they clean it up November first, I don’t really care. If this is the only sort of vandalism I have to worry about, fine.” He goes back into the salon to start opening up.
You and Belle exchange glances then look back up at the shop. “Someone must really like us,” you murmur.
Belle snorts and tries to hold back her laughter. “Wouldn’t it be funny if it was someone trying to court somebody in the salon?”
You arch a brow. “A courtship? This would certainly be a new one.” You and your dad were the only non-werewolves in your family, so you had seen a lot of courtships in your day. You had even helped your eldest brother court his mate by making hundreds of origami cranes. Decorating a storefront would probably be the first instance of that in town.
The next day the front was even more decorated, there were lights now, and even a little note with extra cords so it could be plugged in inside. The next day there were skeletons on the roof, with heads piled by the giant scissors while a headless bodies were strewn about. The display was shaping up to be one of the best in town, with your window painting serving as the centerpiece.
You stop by the art store one day to stock up on paint. As you’re idling down the halloween aisle, you catch August carting skeletons around.
“What’cha got there? Need an alibi?”
He nearly drops what he’s holding and scrambles to keep from knocking the shelves. “I didn’t see you there!” He laughs nervously.
“I just came to get some paint then head back to the salon.” I’m going to be working there tonight so I can finish everything.
August’s eyes go wide. “You’ll be at the salon?”
“With Chinese take out and espresso,” you chuckle.
August nods, adjusting the plastic bones under his arms. “Don’t work too hard. But I think you have a shot at getting nominated this year.”
You shrug. “Thanks to our drive by decorator. I dunno if the display would get anywhere without it.”
August gets the cutest pout to his face. “Your art is really good, give yourself credit. I’d vote for it even without the decorations.”
“I’m just a nail tech with big dreams,” you sigh dreamily. “Like Geena Davis without the hairy aliens. Well, I need to go get the paint and stop daydreaming. It was good seeing you.”
The evening, Belle brings you food and coffee, and you set up to finish the window. You can see the streetlights come on through the paint, and you know what time it is. You end up having to scrape a small portion to redo it, but when you do, you see something outside that nearly makes you fall off the ladder. There’s a huge, furry shape outside. It’s standing so it’s shaded behind the streetlight, but you can tell it’s a werewolf.
You go outside, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. The werewolf comes forward, pure white fur and big brown eyes, making him look like some snowy apparition. He comes forward,s tumbling a bit over the curb and kneels before you.
“Oh shit it was a courtship,” you whisper in awe. You then point a finger at yourself. “For me?”
The werewolf nods.
“Really?” You blurt.
The werewolf nods again.
“Oh wow.” You flop your arms to your side. “I’m flattered! Don’t get me wrong. This is-” You clasp your hands over your face then step back and look at the decorated storefront. “You did this for me?”
The werewolf comes close, nuzzling his cheek to yours.
You trap him in an embrace. “This is the sweetest, silliest thing!”
The werewolf hugs you in return. “I’m supposed to scent you, I can’t do that if you’re squeezing me.”
You let him go, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “August?”
The werewolf smiles shyly. “Hi.”
Your heart isn’t quite sure what to do, so it just bounces everywhere inside your chest. You break into a big smile and start to laugh. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
“Five years?”
“Five years!” You grin happily up at him. “What took you so long?”
August kisses you, placing his hands on your waist as you lean in closer. “I had to make sure I had the perfect method. Also, I was a little nervous.”
You kiss him again, wrapping your arms tightly around him so he won’t pull away. You eventually release him, and the two of you look deep into each other’s eyes.
“It’s getting late,” he whispers. “Are you still working?”
You nod, but hate your answer. “Yeah. Just a little bit left.”
August kisses you softly and all too briefly. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
The smile that spreads across your face can’t be contained. “I actually have the day off. I’ll be home alone all day.”
“Sounds good.” August releases you and steps back. “I’ll see you then.”
You can barely focus the rest of the evening, you drift and day dream, so excited by what has just transpired. You finally complete the window, and head home where sleep eludes you until the early morning.
You wake up rather late, and shuffle to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. As you’re slumper over the counter, there’s a knock at the door. You comb your fingers through your hair so it’s a bit less messy then answer.
“Good morning,” August holds up coffee and breakfast. “Or well, good afternoon by now. Belle said you should be up by now.”
Your eyes stretch open wide. “I look awful!”
August sets things down on the table. “No you don’t.”
“I just woke up, I haven’t showered, there’s still paint all over me.”
A look glimmers on August’s face. “Want some help then?”
You playfully shove his arm. “Let me go wash my face! I’ll be right back.” You quickly run to the bathroom where you run a brush through your hair, and do your skincare routine. By the end, you feel you’re a bit more presentable to August.
August is sitting at the table, sipping coffee while he’s laid out the breakfast items. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I may have gotten a few things.”
You kiss his cheek then sit down. “I should have given you my number last night, then you could have just texted me.”
“It all happened so fast,” he chuckles. “I was so nervous last night, I’m surprised I wasn’t shaking the entire time.”
You sip the coffee, beaming at him across the table. “You scared me. I saw this huge werewolf outside and my heart about burst.”
“Sorry,” he smiles shyly. “I was still trying to think, then you came outside.”
You end up spending the day together. After eating you watch movies, and you end up falling asleep cuddled up to him. You get dressed and go out for an early dinner. Afterwards, you take a walk through the park, holding hands of all things.
August then takes you to his place, which is a small cabin surrounded by moss and a massive willow tree. Inside, he allows you to do something you’ve always wanted since you first met him, play with his hair. Not like you do at work, that’s work, but here you get to stroke and braid and touch as much as you want.
“If you had free reign, what would you do to me?” Augusts asks.
“What wouldn’t I do?” You giggle. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you let your hair go white.” You stroke your fingers down his scalp and to the back of his neck. “Maybe even make you lavender or dark silver.”
He stretches at your touch, tilting his head so you have more access to his neck. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
“You’d look pretty, I promise. Not that there's anything wrong with you being a redhead. It suits you.” You then chuckle. “But does the carpet match the drapes?” You tease.
He looks back at you and scoffs. “Excuse me?”
“Sorry! Sorry! Really bad joke, I didn’t mean-” As you apologize, August rises and takes off his shirt. His body hair is all white. You gulp and lick your lips. “Well, that certainly answers that.” You try to catch your breath, but the more you look at him the more he steals it.
August dips down, kissing you and pressing close. You run your hands over his body, realizing you don’t need to breathe anymore.
“Is it okay if I try something?” You whisper.
“Depends. What’s something?” August chuckles.
You make him sit down on the sofa and you unbutton his pants. You kneel between his legs as you tug them down. August’s cheek are bright red and it flows to the tip of his ears. You gently rub your palm over the bulge in his underwear.
“This is something.” You smile shyly.
August gulps and nods silently. He cups his hand around his mouth as you tug down his boxers. Even his pubes are pure white, but his cock is certainly the main attraction. You take it in your hand and lick up the shaft.
“You can shift if you’d like.” You press your lips along him, kneading his thigh and going up to his belly. You take him into your mouth, slurping a bit at the tip.
His voice hitches and he grunts. “That feels nice.” He throws his head back and moans loudly.
You lift your head, kissing the tip. “So do you.” You suckle him again as he begisn to shift. White fur covers his body and a bulge begins to grow at the base of his cock. You bob your head and drag your hands all over his body. You stop and stand back up, stripping off your clothes before him.
August’s eyes grow hazy but his mouth opens as he looks at you. He reaches out, pulling you into his lap. You kiss and rub against him. His hands dig into your hips, kneading and groping until your ass fits snuggly in his palms.
Taking his cock into your hands you hold him in place, your eyes lock with his. He nods eagerly, his ears flat against his head as he watches. You take your time, lowering yourself onto August. You bite your lip, moaning as you take him.
“Oh wow,” August whines. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
You kiss him, rocking your hips slowly. “I know.” You plant your palms firmly on his chest. “I’ve liked you for so long.”
“Really?” He beams.
You kiss him, arching your back and lifting your hips. “How could I not?” You take your time savoring this, but soon, you have to move more. You need to feel more of him, every inch, every breath. You take him deep, slowly easing his knot inside you. August’s moans become snarls and growls. He nibbles your neck and chest, burying himself between your bests as you ride him.
Soon, the knot fits into place, and you can no longer hold on. You grunt and twitch, grinding your hips as that knot hits the explosion button inside. August trembles, choke grunts fill your ear. He grips tightly onto your hips, and then, his heat pulses inside.
You flop onto his chest, breathing hard and snuggling to his soft white fur.
You wake tucked into bed with August cuddled to your back. You roll over, kissing him awake and seeing him smile.
“I’ll get up in a moment, I’m just enjoying this,” he whispers. “What time do you go into work?”
“Ten,” you answer. “So we can be a little bit lazy.”
August kisses you. “Last night was fun.”
You grin. “It was. Can’t wait to do it again.”
August takes you to work, but even before you get out of the car you noticed Angel and Bell out front. Belle rushes to meet you. “We’ve been nominated!” She squeals excitedly. “We’re one of the most voted for displays in town!”
You look up to August and grin. “That’s good news, huh?”
August winks. “Perfect really.”
