Dale showered and changed in less than ten minutes. He didn't want Juke to come at him again. What a difference from the man that held him so tenderly the night before! He had sensed Juke's struggle with his gender. But did he have to call him a bitch boy? He guessed he deserved what Juke had done to him. To be fair, he had been resistant to believing he would turn into a werewolf on the next full moon, and if Kirk hadn't made things a lot clearer for him, he’d still be in denial—just like Juke said.
The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, but he would.
However, if Juke thought he was getting away with frightening the fuck out of him, he’d better think again. Dale didn't know when, and he didn't know how. But he wasn’t going to let this one go.
Dale checked around his room, everything was as it should be. He picked up the ski jacket Kirk had given him, and made his way to the living room.
Kirk looked him up and down. “If Dale's going to change I’m changing too." He made for the door.
"We don't have time." Juke growled.
"Well, make time. I have to change. I’m not having Dale look better than me, when we arrive in Greenland." Kirk pouted, and looked to Paul for support. Paul averted his gaze.
"If you leave this room, and it’s not to enter the car, you’ll be left behind. I don't need you. I only need Dale.”
"Well," Kirk said, picking up his things.
Juke leaned into Dale. "I hope you have your head on straight, and as for getting me back. I wouldn't recommend you try anything stupid. I'm much nicer, and malleable, when I'm happy..."
Dale shot Juke a sidelong dirty look. "Stay out of my head." He stamped passed everyone, and opened the main door. "You can lock up, Kirk. I’ll see you in the car." Dale threw open the back door, and got into the car without looking back to see if the others followed behind.
Juke needed to stay out of his head, and his life. Once he had a handle on this wolf thing, he’d get the hell out.
Within moments they were all in the car, and on their way to the airport. Kirk sat in the back with Dale. Juke was the designated driver and Paul sat head lowered next to him.
"Is everything all right Paul?" Dale asked, noticing Paul’s demeanor.
"He’s fine, and his current disposition need not concern you. Worry about yourself." Paul’s head seemed to sink lower into his neck.
“Juke must have told him off about what he'd said and showed Kirk.”
“Aren’t you the clever one, nothing gets passed you.” Juke's voice rang in Dale's head. He pursed his lips and glared at Juke in the rear view mirror.
Kirk leaned into Dale's ear. "I don't know what you said to him, but he came out of your room spitting bullets, and took it out on Paul. I don't know what they were saying. Paul was sort of whimpering, by the end of it. He kinda shrunk into himself and bowed his head, hand held out to Juke all submissive like. Your man's eyes were blood red. I stayed out of it, I didn't want him turning on me too. I almost pooped my pants."
"I know what you mean. I was on the beginning end of his bullshit temper."
"Is he that passionate in the bedroom?"
"Stick around, Kirk, you might just find out." Juke said laughing. He was the only one. Dale could not deny the feeling of jealousy which overtook him. He glared at Juke.
"Dickhead, stay away from my friend."
"Or what? What can a little bitch boy like you do to me. You have no idea who you are or what it means to be married to me. But you will soon learn. Don't worry your pretty little girl-looking head. Your friend is not my type and neither are you for that matter."
"Get the fuck out of my head."
"I will dip in and out of your head any time I please. You can't stop me. You don't know how." Although his mouth wasn't moving Juke's laughter rang in Dale's head.
Dale fought back the tears of frustration that sprung to the back of his eyes. Was this to be his life from now on? If Juke had a mind to, he could make his life a living hell. By jumping in and out of his head, whenever he felt like it. Dale was screwed, and not in a nice way. He began to regret freaking out on Juke. It had been a bad idea—now Juke was pissed at him, and had every intention of making him suffer for his behavior toward him.
"If I say I'm sorry for what I said to you, will you leave me alone and get out of my head?"
"I might, why don't you try that and see if it works."
"Okay, look I’m sorry I disrespected you. I didn't mean any of it. Please leave my mind—so I can think in private."
"I don't believe you. You don't sound in the least bit sincere. But I will leave you alone for now. Maybe when I give Paul permission to speak again you can ask him how to turn me off."
"Don't think I won't."
"Ha! Now we have the truth, but he won't tell you. I’ve ordered him not to. Go ahead have your privacy, there’s nothing of interest in here anyway."
A tear fell down Dale's cheek. "Cocksucking shitface." Dale tried it out to see if Juke was still listening in on his thoughts. If he was he didn't respond to what Dale called him.
"You okay?" Kirk asked, wiping away Dale's tear.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just feeling homesick already. I should have called my mom."
"Why? Don't you think they have phones where we're going? If memory serves, I think Greenland is still on this planet, and although present company, or should I say your other half may be primitive, I think technology there is similar to ours." Kirk smiled, patting Dale’s cheek.
"We have phones." Juke said over his shoulder.
"No one was talking to you. Keep your sonar ears out of other people’s conversations," Kirk said, and threw his head back.
Dale smiled, Kirk was fearless sometimes. He wasn't so sure if that was a good or bad thing. But it seemed to shut Juke up. So maybe it was an okay thing, for a while anyway.