Isolation Play (Dev and Lee) (18 page)

So I walk out, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and pad to Gregory’s room. The bed still carries his scent from the weekend. Surrounded by family, I fall into a light doze.

It’s only a light doze because it can’t be more than fifteen minutes later that it’s broken by the creak of Gregory’s bedroom door. The lights are off in the hallway outside, but there’s enough ambient light for me to see the outline of Lee’s tall ears and bushy tail as he eases the door shut behind him. His scent hits me all at once, and as I prop myself up on my elbows, I see the white of his underbelly almost glowing in the dim room. It extends down his hips to the tops of his legs, where a darker shape bobs in front of it.

“
Lion Christ,” I hiss.

“
Is this late enough?” he says softly.

“
What the hell are you doing?” My heart beats fast.

He leans in. “Nobody’s awake but us. You’re just next door.”

“
What if they get up?”

His smile is bright in the room. “I’ll wait ’til the hallway is clear.”

“
What if someone comes in to check on me?”

He rests a paw on my sheath, unerringly finding it as though his fingers were following a scent. I want to tell him that just because it’s hard doesn’t mean I want to do anything, but I can’t make the words come. “Then we’d better be quick,” he says.

“
Fox...”

I hear a plastic click, and then another familiar smell greets me. “I’ll be ready in a second.”

“
No!” I grip his paw before he can squirt lube onto it. His fingers slide up and down my erection. “No, then we’d have to shower, and the smell would be all over.”

He considers that, and then clicks the bottle shut. His paw comes to rest, lightly grasping me.“So you want me to just go back to your room?”

I can always go to the bathroom and jerk off. God knows I’ve done that enough. I’m about to say yes when I see the shine of one of Gregory’s trophies against the wall. It occurs to me that they are high school trophies, that this whole room is a high school student’s room, and that jerking off in the bathroom is what high school cubs do. Fuck the bathroom. I’m an adult now, and I want my fox.

Plus, the next time I see my brother, I’m going to love thinking, hey, I fucked a guy in your bed.

I push the sheets off me. “C’mere,” I say softly, wrapping a paw around his waist and pulling him onto the bed. He starts to stretch out over me, but I tug his hips up the bed until he’s straddling my chest. I reach out and curl my paw around his erection, bringing the other under his balls to tease between his legs and cup his sac.

He stretches his torso out above me, looking down his muzzle, the smile back. I don’t know where the bottle went, but both paws come down to cup my head. I pull the tip of his shaft down to my muzzle and wrap my lips around it.

In the back of my head, I know I’m still not real good at this. Most of the time, we have just one night together, and, well, why mess with what works? But during our week off the past couple springs, we had more time to play around. “I do miss a big cock in my mouth,” he said. Then I had to do him after that, which didn’t work the first time. I get mellow after sex, and sucking cock is hard work, it turns out. But if I do him first, I’m worked up enough to get through it, and then he doesn’t care how mellow he is when it’s his turn. It’s funny, we never really talked about it. After that first time, I just said, “I’ll go first,” and we did it like that from then on.

So I pull him all the way in, and it’s good. I can’t really get into my own mouth anymore, just the tip, on account of working out so much, and anyway his tip is smooth and curved, not barbed like mine. I’m used to holding it in my paw, but it’s a whole different ballgame against my tongue. I seal my lips around it and rub with my tongue. I picked up that much from him doing me. He arches his back and I feel his tail twitching over my legs.

His knot presses against my fingers, down at his base. He starts to make a noise in his throat as my tongue slides up to his tip again, so I let him slide out long enough to whisper, “Shhh.”

He grins, tongue lolling out. “Let’s see you keep quiet when it’s your turn,” he says, but he clamps his muzzle shut.

I reach a finger back between his legs to press at his tailhole, and that gets him to arch his back all over again, his muzzle pointed at the ceiling this time. I dive down over his cock, working back and forth, starting to press in under his tail, squeezing against the expanding pressure of his knot.

He pants hard. I push my muzzle down fast, curling my tongue around his cock and tasting his musk. Funny how it overpowers the toothpaste, not unpleasant at all, because it’s him. I’m really getting into it, finding a good rhythm and pace, feeling his body dance on top of mine. The little shudders and jolts he gives with every lick, every poke of my finger, make me happy in a way that reminds me why I do what I do to be with him. It’s not just the sex, it’s the connection that makes my cock jump with every little twist of his sexy chest, my toes tingle every time his tail arches, and my heart flutter when his lips part and he sucks in a long breath.

I bring my knees up, my thighs against his rear, and move my paw to his tight, white stomach, pressing my fingers into the fur. He’s gasping, panting hard now, and I keep my rhythm going, my tongue sliding along his shaft, getting coated in his musk. I exhale into his fur and pull back. His knot is hard and tight, a reservoir of pressure. I push down again sharply; he gasps, but I don’t growl at him this time. Another push, another gasp and a squeak. I play with him, slowing the pace until I think I hear a noise outside. Then I go back to my regular rhythm.

He trembles, leaning back against my legs and thrusting into my muzzle. I hold him by the knot until I feel his legs trembling. He drops his paws to my shoulders and hunches over me, his hips pushing my muzzle back against the pillow, and only I hear the moan he traps in his teeth as his body convulses over me and floods me with his musk and his climax.

God, I leak a little bit myself. I hold him, swallowing all of it (
that
trick took a couple times to learn). His labored breathing as he comes, the tight curl of his tail against my legs, his body focusing all its energy on thrusting onto my tongue: I take all this in, closing my eyes.

Slowly, he relaxes. He pulls out of me, sitting back against my knees, and looks down. His black fingers dive between his legs to my boxers, finding my hardness. “Well, I should be getting back,” he says.

I see the glint in his eyes. “You do what you gotta do.” I grin and lick my lips. “I got you off pretty easy.”

He chuckles. All the while, his fingers are slipping into my pants, sliding up and down my length. “I’m a guy,” he says. “In my sexual prime. We come if you just look at us funny.”

“
How about you look at me, then?” I close my eyes. His thumb finds my leaky tip.

“
Feels like I already did. Sheesh, you tigers are messy,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I lean back into the pillow. His weight shifts, and cool air caresses my cock.

I don’t know why being in Dev’s house makes me so horny, but it does. Maybe it’s just being surrounded by the scent of him in his room, the feeling that I want badly to be a part of his memories here. Maybe it’s just that we’re together for two nights in a row. Whatever it is, it just adds to the usual afterglow I get from sex, so I’m not sleepy at all as I lean down to take his cock in my muzzle.

He’s big, so I have to be careful with the teeth, but at the same time he likes when they graze his little barbs, so I’ve figured out how to do him by now. I still like having him inside me better, but this is not a bad compromise, given the circumstances.

I’m determined to get him to make some noise, after him shushing me, so I go to work teasing him a lot more than normal. Sometimes he gets ticklish around the tops of his thighs, but apparently not tonight, I discover. Too bad. I focus on licking up the pre he’s already been leaking into his shorts and on getting him all the way into the back of my muzzle, where my soft tongue can rub against his sensitive tip.

It works, a little. He squirms and his tail lashes the bed, but he stays quiet. So I bring my paw up under his balls and press at the perineum, lifting his cock further so I can slide down on it, teeth flicking past his barbs. I can feel his tension in the powerful legs on either side of me when I spread my elbows to rest on those muscles. It’s like straddling an active volcano, all the energy and power under me, but I love that I can get those responses out of him, and I love that nobody else can, that he’s never really shown any interest in any other guys. Only gay for me.

I don’t suck him off very often, but he’s not hard to please. I have him all the way up in my muzzle, and part of me wants to close my eyes, so I don’t have to think about anything else, but I keep them open because I love to watch him. His long arms, that can push aside tacklers or pluck a football out of the air, stretch down and hold my shoulders in place.

That’s fine. I can still do a lot, pushing down on his cock with my tongue, tugging on my way up, teeth sliding along his skin. I go slow, until he starts to squirm, and then I go slower. He’s leaking in my mouth, the smell of tiger permeating my head. My paws press down on his abs just above his hips, feeling the tightness there, the ripples of pleasure that go through them.

I wonder if his brother ever made love on this bed. I wonder if he ever had a girl as good as me. I want Dev to make noise. I want him to have the best orgasm anyone’s ever had in this bed, in this room. It’s a hunger in me almost as great as the one boiling in him, that has him panting in harsh gasps and trembling with the effort of restraining his hips from slamming into my face. Just a little longer. I can feel the tension in him begging for release, but I won’t speed up yet. Just a little longer.

His breaths come faster. He tries to push me down faster on his cock, but I have better leverage and I keep going slow. The harsh rasp of his breath is almost a moan. Almost. Almost. I take a long, leisurely suck on the way up and then thrust my head back down. I rub and lick up, and then he makes the sound, a low moan that reverberates in the room.

Warmth spreads through me. I bob faster. He moans again, and I go faster still, tail wagging hard. His fingers press into my shoulders. I smile inside, since it’s not really practical for me to smile physically right now. And he comes, his body rising and hard around me, his cock spraying into my mouth until I have to swallow. He keeps coming, with another moan, and I have to swallow again. I keep licking, but he’s almost done at that point. So I keep licking, until his moan become a strained gasp and he yanks me off him.

All this time, even though I came ten minutes ago, I’m still as hard as I was the minute I shot into his mouth. My knot’s down a little, not almost-painful-god-I’m-going-to-explode full, but still swollen; I run my fingers along it to make sure, just as Dev grabs me and pulls me up his stomach. He notices, too.

“
Not again,” he purrs. “M’jaw’s sore. I’m not as good a
??????
as you are.”

I giggle. “Oh, is that what that means?” I kiss his nose. We brush lips, but no more.

“
Wanna rinse out my mouth.” He pulls himself up on his elbows and reaches for his boxers, halfway down his thighs.

I slide off him, because I’m feeling that naughty, and I push him down. “Let me. I think I saw some cups in the bathroom.”

He looks down at my cock. “Fox, don’t.”

I flick my ears at him. “Don’t worry. I can hear your parents, I’ll be quieter than you will, and it’ll be a lot easier to explain being naked in the bathroom than in your room. Well. Not easier to explain, just less embarrassing.” He starts to protest, and I kiss his nose. “For you. I’ll be right back.”

“
At least wait ’til you’re not so...” He looks down my stomach again. “Showy.”

I draw a paw up my shaft. The tip is still a bit sticky, so I lick my finger. “You’ll be asleep by then. And you’re no better,” I point out.

He pulls his boxers up. I give the bulge of his erection another rub through the fabric, which is damp in spots. “Look, you don’t want your parents seeing you with this in front of your boxers. If they by some chance wake up and see me, well, they already hate me.”

“
Mom doesn’t.”

I grin. His eyes are already drooping. “I’ll be faster than you, anyway. Just lie there.”

Before he can protest again, I pad to the door. I listen there and then, hearing no movement, slip out into the hall.

It’s dark and deserted. I get a little thrill being out here as exposed as I am, but I’m not stupid enough to cause trouble for Dev by getting caught. I can hear the breathing of both his mother and father, slow and regular, just like my parents breathed when I walked around naked in our house at night. And I’m not going to go downstairs, here, just across to the bathroom. I’m only really exposed for three seconds, padding to the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

I take a drink of water and fill the red plastic cup again. No sound in the hallway, but I still get a little thrill opening the door. Cup in one paw, the other on my sheath, I give his parents’ bedroom door a smile as I slip back into his brother’s room and close the door again.

Dev’s asleep, sprawled out on his brother’s bed. I sit and watch him for a moment, the rise and fall of his chest, and my tail swishes slowly behind me. I know this is his brother’s room, and I’ll be back in his in a moment, but it feels like we’ve done something important here. I mean, his parents would definitely not approve, but Dev chose me over the risk that we might be caught. He’s added this part of his life—our life—to his memories of his childhood home. Whatever else happens with his parents, and I’ve no idea which way that’s going to go, we’ve done that.