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Always the quiet observer, Jude watched the exchange in the coffee shop with growing sympathy welling up inside of his chest. He had no way of knowing what was going on with the older looking man, and though he'd been pretty content trying to decipher the different scents inside of the coffee shop, he found himself stepping up when he saw the man step aside. It was him who would have been next in line, except, "It's not really my turn yet, is it?"

It came out as more of a question than anything else, he was a lost wolf on his own and that sort of life made someone either really strong or really meek. He struggled between the two for a moment, then stood up a little taller and stepped to the side, placing himself behind the other man again as if instead of moving out of the way, he had simply moved the placement of the line.

"I think you were in the middle of ordering your coffee, um, Sir." Even with the little pause, this was the strongest statement he'd made so far in this interaction. Though he hadn't been paying much attention to the specific words going on in front of him before this, he felt the need to try and help a little more. "He was just asking how you like it; cream and sugar, fancy flavor, or black?"

“You know, if you’re going to stare, you could at least try and be discreet.” She can be a little touchy about this subject.

"No, that's not it," he started, swallowing as he listened to the sound of her heart beating. Looking away, he couldn't stop staring at someone's burger. The full moon was coming and, "I'm just.. a little hungry. The uh.. there's someone with a really big burger standing right behind you."

You’re making me blush.

let’s talk 🐾 jarter

Carter had known he should have spoken with Jude, and Elliott for that matter, regarding the idea of returning home. But things had been complicated with his twin and he hadn’t know how to bring it up with Jude, especially since it seemed like a huge step to ask his boyfriend to move back to New York with him, or to ask him to help decide what Carter should do. He knew that didn’t excuse his lack of communication, but it made it a little more understandable than if he had just been planning to never say something.

Carter slid his other arm around Jude to hold him close, allowing himself to focus simply on the warmth that he felt from Jude’s skin, the gentle sound of his breathing, and the even beating of his heart. Everything that made Jude human, regardless of his werewolf nature, was what made Carter feel human himself. Jude had never seen a monster when he looked at Carter, even after the vampire had admit to feeding off him when they first met in the forest months ago. He had never been afraid of Carter like Carter had been afraid of himself. All Jude saw when he looked at Carter was Carter.

The brief silence that fell between them was calm. Even if the circumstances that led up to Jude’s arrival weren’t the most ideal, there was still that level of ease between the pair. Or maybe it was just Carter who felt it. The declaration that fell from Jude’s lips didn’t even make Carter falter, nor did he think twice before responding. Everything had always been easy, natural when it came to Jude and this was no different. “And I love you.” Carter told him, gently tilting Jude’s chin up so he could press a kiss to the other’s lips.

Because of how natural everything had been between the two of them up until now, the feeling that had settled itself into the pit of his stomach felt so obvious. He had no idea that it really was as obvious to Carter as it felt to him. Even when he let those words out, which as true as they were, were spoken in fear of never having the chance to say them if he waited any longer. And he wanted them to be said, he wanted Carter to know.

He inhaled and held his breath once those words were out and it was only seconds before they were returned. Jude lifted his gaze more assertively when his chin was lifted, so that he could look into Carter's eyes for those few seconds before they closed as their lips met in a kiss. It was soft and gentle but firm, as if punctuating their statements. Jude practically melted, because of the tension in his belly he even teared up. Honestly, he'd never been happier but there was still that foreboding sense of dread -the idea that Carter might not be his for much longer- that kept part of him chilly. It didn't effect his attitude, it just made him seem like a chihuahua, ready to shake and shiver.

Their lips parted and Jude realized his hand had found it's way up to Carter's cheek. When his eyes opened, the moisture in them collected and one single tear slid down his cheek. The rest of his expression was the perfect picture of a lovesick puppy. He couldn't take his eyes off Carter. "I mean it, you know?" A slow exhale and he let himself lean into his boyfriend, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around him in an upright cuddle-hug.

I’m alright, just a bit tired and a little too worried. Thanks for asking, but anyways, how are you?

Do you want to talk about it? Because I want to listen, if you do. I'm alright, I've spent the last few days recuperating; relaxing.

Join the club, pal. We all fail at socializing at some point in our lives, but what matters most is that you keep trying and giving it your best to be there for the people you care about most.

Are you alright? You look a little down.

let’s talk 🐾 jarter

Carter sat his phone down next to him as the conversation with Jude ended. He knew this was a topic they needed to talk about. Honestly, this was a conversation they should have had already, but Carter had let himself put it off. The brunette had known that Jude had likely seen him talking about moving back to New York, and it didn’t take a brain surgeon to know his boyfriend was worried. Which was the primary reason that Carter had, unknowingly to Jude, decided to clear his weekend so he could focus on nothing but Jude. He wanted to make sure the other male was aware that, regardless of what Carter decided, letting him go wasn’t an option as far as Carter was concerned.

The sound of footsteps pulled Carter from his thoughts and he was already standing when Jude let himself in. “Hey there, beautiful boy.” Carter told him as he closed the distance between them, using one arm to pull Jude into a hug. It was like there was a magnetic pull whenever Jude was nearby and Carter couldn’t help but gravitate toward him. Using his free hand Carter gently pulled Jude’s lip from between his teeth. “The only person allowed to bite those lips is me.” Carter told him, leaning down to press a kiss to Jude’s temple.

It was hard to not worry about what he'd seen. Not that Carter ever gave him any reason to think that there was anything wrong between them or there was no reason to think that his boyfriend wanted to end what they had- or that he'd be left behind. He probably shouldn't be worried, Carter would have told him if there was a reason to worry. But, then again, Carter hadn't told him that he'd been thinking about going back home. Jude just kept reading it on the dash. In more than one conversation, unless his mind was playing mean tricks on him. How could he not worry?

Carter returned his greeting and he smiled a little, even more when he heard those words about his lips and felt the soft kiss against such a sensitive spot. His eyes closed and he just enjoyed the feeling of that kiss for the moment, and when he opened his eyes his mouth started working before he could think; the words just slipped out, like they'd been waiting to come out. And honestly, they might have been. They'd been together for months and had fallen together so naturally. So easily. Carter had even come across him in full wolf form and was still around to talk about it. "I love you."

Your failure is my win, beautiful because then I get to keep you all to myself. Which is why I think you should spend that week with me if you decide to attempt it.

Originally posted by lambertrpsarchive

You know I'll never turn down your company. I was just about to nap again, I could head over to your place? We've got some time before sundown and I want to sleep in your arms.

You just gotta act interested.

Oh, I am. Just.. nervous, I guess. Social anxieties, misunderstood youth, you know the usual. I'm trying though.

Not really. There’s a lot of stuff that goes on when the full moon’s around, I’ve noticed.

I haven’t seen you poke your head out in a while, anyway. Other than tired– how’ve you been?

Then there you go.

I've been alright. Enjoying the small amount of company that I do keep.