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In Jace we Trust

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“Yo! Jace!” Donner shouted as he came back to their shared apartment. “You got your damn rent money yet or what?”

“I’m sorry dude,” Jace said from the couch. “I don’t got the money.”

“Dude,” Donner came into the den to see his wolf roomie sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of old pajama bottoms. “Come on, get off your ass and fucking pay your rent.”

“I know, can you spot me this time again?” Jace sighed, scratching his belly while watching some anime show. The wolf’s hide was black, his white underbelly stained yellow from a series of crumbs and cheese dust, the crinkling source a bag of nacho flavored ripples.

“Seriously?” Donner huffed, crossing his arms. The coyote was cobalt gray, blue lightning streaks on his eyes and the bridge of his nose. The coyote was blessed with the power of tempests, his eyes like blazing copper, his undercoat the color of storm clouds. “I can’t keep just shucking you money every time you need it.”

“Dude, I’m sorry,” Jace sat up, his ears folded back as his belly rolled forward. He had let himself go after he lost his job. “It’s just really hard to find the motivation to do things, and the job market is a fucking nightmare. Not like you would know though, mister trust fund baby.”

“We’re not talking about my money right now,” Donner crossed his arms. “We’re talking about your money, or lack thereof.”

“I’m sorry, really, I feel bad, and I’ll pay you back. But seriously, I know you’re more than good for it.”

“Well, duh,” Donner rolled his eyes. “I can cover it, but that’s not the point. You’ve been a total lump since we got this apartment together.”

“I know,” Jace sighed. “But I’ve been keeping things clean and tidy. I did the dishes while you were out and did a load of laundry for you.”

“That’s not the point,” Donner paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. I’ll cover it this month, but next month you need to pay your half.”

“Thanks Donner,” Jace smiled. “I’ll get to it right now.” The wolf pulled out his phone and started to surf the web for new jobs. The coyote simply rolled his eyes and went to his room.

Donner flopped down onto the bed groaning. The coyote cursed his luck. He specifically chose Jace to be his roommate out of his friends because he seemed to be the most responsible, but the dude was a total dud when it came to any kind of resistance. Maybe having a trust that he could pull from removed the stress of needing a job or whatever, but it wasn’t about the money at this point. It was that he trusted Jace to be a roommate, not some mooch.

Donner flopped onto his back, looking out the window, one hand resting on his chest where the alchemical symbol for sulphur blazed on his chest, the dormant magic inside him manifesting itself. It had always been there, growing along with him, but he just didn’t know how to access it yet.

“I just wish Jace could be the master of his fate,” Donner sighed and rolled over. His chest mark glowing as his wish thrummed through his bones.

***

The next morning Donner woke up and got ready for his day, expecting Jace to still be sleeping, but when he went to make breakfast, he noticed the wolf’s bedroom door was open. He must have left early. Hopefully to go job hunting.

A few moments later the front door opened and Jace came in, his body drenched in sweat, his sweater soaked from neck to crotch in his perspiration.

“Shit dude? What happened to you?”

“Fuck you Donner,” Jace joked back. “I just went for a morning jog. I figured it’s time to turn things around.”

“Oh really?” Donner cocked a brow, his fork slicing into his eggs.

“Yeah really dude, don’t be a dick about it, just be happy for me,” Jace came in and lightly punched Donner’s shoulder as he walked by. “You mind if I use some of your milk or whatever?”

“Why?” Donner furrowed his brow.

“Well,” Jace pulled his drawstring bag off his back and pulled out a container of protein powder. “I was thinking about getting in shape, so I got this stuff to kind of help jumpstart my training.”

“Dude, where did you get the money for that?”

“Don’t worry about it dude. I just slapped it on my credit card. I’ll be paying it off in no time.”

“With what job?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Jace shrugged. “But can I use your milk?”

“Sure,” Donner waived him off. “Whatever makes you happy dude. Just pay your rent on time.”

“Thanks dude,” Jace was peeling off his sweater, the thing clinging to the wolf like it wanted to suck up more of his sweat. Finally he peeled it off to show the tank he had on and Donner blinked. Jace looked like he had already trimmed down. Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe when he was laying on the couch his ponch just looked bigger. “Ah, fuck! That’s so much better.”

Jace tossed the sweater across the room, the thing slapping against their double decker washer and skidding down to the floor. The room was instantly filled with the rank of sweaty man in their prime. Donner caught himself staring as Jace shook his protein shake together. He blinked and went back to eating his breakfast.

***

The next couple of weeks were normal, or even more normal than before Jace lost his job if that made sense. Jace wasn’t ever a fitness nut, he just wanted to look good, but now the counters were covered in various kinds of protein powders, his sweaty clothes were strewn across the apartment, and one day Donner found a sweaty jock just on the floor outside the bathroom.

“Oh, sorry dude,” Jace pulled his headphones off as he paused his game. He said he was sorry, but it sounded more like the wolf already knew Donner was going to forgive him, a half grin on his muzzle. “I’ll pick that up right away.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Donner replied as he toed the jock with his foot paw, moving out of the way of the bathroom. It was damp, the thing stained with the sweat of the now lean and toned wolf. “I mean, it’s no big deal, right?”

“You sure dude?” Jace gave a little half huff, half laugh. “I mean, I know it’s kind of gross.”

“I mean, you’re just getting yourself in shape. I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working on yourself. Goes to reason that some things will fall to the wayside.”

“You got that right little dude,” Jace flexed his one arm, the bicep coming into view. Donner blushed. The coyote wasn’t a small guy, but Jace was always taller and bigger in every regard. That was just genetics, but calling him “little” kind of sent a shiver down his spine.

“Just, try and get it in the hamper next time,” Donner gave a nervous chuckle and went into the bathroom.

“Whatever nerd!” Jace joked as he went back to his game. As soon as Donner closed the door he had to calm himself, his dick already half hard and poking out of his sheath. Donner took a cold shower that night and fell into a fitful sleep.

Next week they were out with their friends. Most of the people in their friend group were pulled in by Donner, but Jace seemed to be the reason they stayed. The depression cloud that hung over the wolf had long since passed and now he was just some sunny fun guy. He was always up and on, almost controlling the group without being an ass. It was kind of like everyone would suggest stuff and Jace would simply know what the best option was, or counter with something even better, or find a way to do everything everyone wanted.

Like that day, half the dudes wanted to go see a movie and the rest wanted to do go-carts, but the time slots for everything overlapped. Jace found a way to do both by going to a different theater. Sure it was more expensive because it was one of those theaters that provided services too, but he offered to pay the extra.

Though, when they got to the racetrack, Jace had forgotten his wallet and everyone turned to Donner. How could he let Jace down? He was the man! The dude’s dude!

“Come on now man, you know I’m good for it,” Jace egged the coyote on. “It’s just a couple hundred dollars, what’s the big deal?”

So Donner complied and swiped his card. Jace had a beaming grin from ear to ear. Donner blinked. Was Jace always so tall? Nah, it had to be his posture. He was puffing out his chest for sure. The tank top and athletic shorts didn’t do anything to hide his rockin’ bod. Jace dominated the race track and joked about dominating all his friends, doing an over exaggerated most-muscular pose to show off his physique and roaring in triumph before rolling off into laughter.

Donner was happy he was hiding in the back of his friends and that he wore some baggy pants. His dick was hard as a rock. Thankfully his briefs pushed them up against his thigh so it wasn’t so noticeable.

Then that night, when they went to the movie theater, he sent money to everyone for the different price in their tickets and straight up paid for Jace’s.

“Thanks little dude,” Jace chuckled, putting Donner in a headlock as soon as they were past the front desk and ruffling his hair. Donner tried to struggle, but that bicep against his face was so solid, and when it flexed and locked him in, he had to suppress a wine as Jace’s thick knuckles rubbed his scalp playfully.

Then there was the smell. Jace’s deodorant was strong, but his musk was stronger. The light whiff of sun tanned man filled his nose, the light pit funk from his hairy pits tickled his nose. Donner gave a little yip like he was struck. Jace let go right away and the whole group stopped to look at him.

“Dude, lighten up,” Jace smacked the coyote’s chest with the back of his hand.

“Sorry, I was just surprised is all,” Donner chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head.

“Don’t sweat it little dude,” Jace smirked, his friends relaxing and letting Donner back into the circle. “Tell ya what. I’ll let you buy me anything I want to make up for it. Deal?”

“Wasn’t I going to need to buy you stuff anyway?”

“You were?! Thanks dude,” Jace joked, knowing full well Donner was the one with the card, yet the coyote felt like the card wasn’t in his own hands.

Every time Donner swiped his card, every time he slipped it through a reader or tapped it for pay, he felt like it wasn’t his hand holding that card. It was like Jace had reached inside him and was slipping the card for him. It felt like…Jace was actually paying for these things…like this wasn’t his money, but that he was just some wallet for him to reach into. He was so hard.

“I…think I need to go to the bathroom before we go into the theater,” Donner admitted, his boner aching like mad, his knot feeling awfully tight in his pants.

“Dude, can you hold it? The movie is about to begin,” Jace said, all their friends looking at them. Donner felt like a deer in the headlights and simply went along with it. When they got in the movie theater, the steward came by and took their orders, Jace telling him to just have Donner slide his card once they all ordered. They all got drinks except Donner. He was the designated driver.

The coyote was starting to get annoyed about all this, that was until Jace leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the chair in front of himself. Those feet were perfect. The way the light of the movie played between those muscular toes, perfectly groomed without being pampered. Those were the base of a man who was a real fucking man. Jace fanned his toes and cracked them a few times as he drank up, several rounds coming through. Donner didn’t know how many times the steward came by to get orders, but he didn’t care, he didn’t even care about the movie. He just kept swiping his card. All he cared about were those feet as they were haloed by the action flick in the background. With the way the movie and lights went on in the background they even looked bigger with each passing frame. He knew they were the same size, but for some reason, Jace’s big feet were just…

Donner was suddenly pulled from his revelry when Jace smacked his chest to get his attention. “Dude, you that interested in the credits?”

Donner blinked. How was the movie over already? He blushed as he looked over at his friends, they were all staring.

“I…was hoping there was a short at the end?”

“Nah, not this one,” Jace pulled his feet back into his flip flops, his toes hanging over the edge of them and eclipsing the treads.

That night, Donner jerked off twice to the thought of his roommate, going through several wads of tissues, but when he was on his third yank session, he wanted a little more stimulation so he pulled out his phone. He started surfing the web, looking for dominant men, when something caught his eye.

It was a picture of feet haloed by a movie in the background. Donner blinked and clicked on the picture. It was a free pick from some dom’s account. He couldn’t be sure, but…no that was the movie they just saw!

Donner looked over the description.

“Made my fag pay for the movie with my buds,” Donner’s heart sank as he looked over the description. There were a couple more photos. One was the row of his friends with their faces blurred out, and the last was a picture of himself. His face was blurred but plenty of drawings were on the image.

A wet spot on his shirt was labeled “Drool” and a red circle over his crotch read “hard clit” then he noticed the shadow of Jace’s feet framing his body. It was clear what he was drooling over. He knew he shouldn’t, but he read on anyway.

“Fucking cuck doesn’t know his wallet is my pocket pussy yet. Waiting to see how long it takes for him to catch on.”

Donner’s ears folded back, but a sudden twitch between his legs made him refocus. His heart raced as he read on, the free content rolling off into promotions for some onlyfan’s account. He knew he shouldn’t, but he clicked it. The majority of the content was behind paywalls, but he could still get some of the snippets, the teasers.

“Roomie drools over jock”

“My little dude pays for my day out with my buds”

“Can’t get enough of my bod”

It was all there, the past few weeks in a quick review, and he was on the fucking edge, his cock oozing pre, his nuts had practically drawn back up into himself with how ready to bust he was.

He busted several.

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