Bit rolled over onto his back, his legs spreading, still sound asleep.
Chay smiled and took advantage of the opportunity. He pulled the covers back and explored, taking his time to really look at his mate.
Bit’s arm muscles were firm, but not distinct. He was slender with a hint of definition in his pecs and a tad more in his abs. Like Chay, Keaton didn’t have any excess body hair. His skin was fascinating, different from Chay’s own skin color. He was very pale. If he had a tan, Chay couldn’t see it. He could even see faint traces of blue veins in places.
Bit’s shoulders were slightly wider than his narrow hips. And his hip bones were very prominent. It was sexy actually. Hell, everything about Keaton appealed to him. Chay was completely mesmerized by him. It was kind of strange really. Chay’d fooled around a little with his college roommate and he’d always thought Jason had a nice body. Jason was built more like he was. He’d always admired men with muscular physiques. And women…he liked his women more on the voluptuous side. Skinny had never been his thing, but given the choice now, he’d take Bit over anyone, hands down.
The only place on Bit that wasn’t slim and small in size was his cock. It was a thing of beauty, thick and hard. Chay still wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad. Jason hadn’t been as well endowed, but then he’d never done more than use his hands on Jason either. He wanted to do much more with Keaton. It went way past want, it was more of a compulsion. He needed to know how Bit tasted, how Bit would feel in his mouth…in his ass. And
boy
did he want to feel Keaton’s snug hole wrapped around his prick.
Chay’s belly clenched at the thought. He couldn’t wait to fuck Bit. Bit was so responsive. He’d look absolutely gorgeous riding Chay’s cock. He shivered at the thought. Just watching the man come was a treat. He’d always liked anal sex. That couldn’t be any different with a man than a woman…could it? Well, other than the extra parts he had to be careful and not squish. Mmmm… His dick throbbed at the image of Keaton writhing in pleasure beneath him.
He ran his hand down the inside of Keaton’s thigh to his knee, feeling the baby soft skin lightly furred with platinum hairs. Bit spread his legs further giving Chay an excellent view of his tightly drawn balls. Chay traced the same path back up and stroked his knuckles over Bit’s testicles. They drew up more at the touch and Bit squirmed a tad.
Chay did it again, and again Keaton tried to squirm out of reach. Chay grinned. He’d found a ticklish spot. This was fun. He liked being able to explore without Bit arguing with him, telling him he was straight and shouldn’t want to do that. Chay wondered what Bit would say if Chay told him about Jason. He’d have to do that later, just to watch Bit sputter and look all shocked. He was cute when he got flustered.
Chay scooted down, nudging Bit’s legs wider with his shoulders. He’d always wondered what it felt like to suck dick. He shrugged, only one way to find out. He leaned forward and ran his tongue up Bit’s balls.
Keaton still fidgeted, but not as much.
Interesting.
He did it again and closed his mouth over them, sucking lightly, because he’d always liked that done to him.
Bit grunted in his sleep.
Chay licked his way up Bit’s shaft and flicked his tongue over and around the head. It was smooth and hot. It felt nice against his lips. He took his time, running his lips up and down, licking, tasting, exploring. Finally, he enveloped Bit’s prick in his hand and held it up for his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head then slid his mouth up. Now that really felt kind of neat on his tongue. He knew how damned good it felt on the receiving end.
“Holy fucking shit! What are you doing?”
He glanced up into big, stunned blue eyes and chuckled, his lips still wrapped around the head of Bit’s cock.
Keaton moaned and dropped his head back to the bed. “Oh God.”
Chay wet his lips and slid his mouth further down, sucking on the way up. Bit’s thighs tensed, so he did it again. The whole time he watched his mate.
Bit’s hands fisted in the sheets, his whole body stiff. If Chay didn’t know better he’d have thought the smaller man was in pain.
“Chay, you don’t have to do—”
Chay went further down this time, almost all the way. He would have, but his reflexes kicked in and it was either back off or gag, so he pulled back.
“Oh, my God. Do that again.”
He squelched the urge to laugh and did it again and again and again. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he did what he liked done to him. When he had Bit nice and slick with his saliva, he started using his hand too, working it up and down, squeezing a little. This was much easier than going down on a woman. There was no, “Right there. Nope, never mind,” it was all self-explanatory. And it kind of helped that he knew what it felt like.
Bit’s head started thrashing back and forth on the mattress. His fingers white-knuckled the bottom sheet. He writhed and moaned, making Chay feel like a king.
He could feel every moan Keaton made. Could hear Bit’s heartbeat, his rapid breathing. Chay became more and more aroused by the minute. Watching Keaton was such a turn on he ached. His prick leaked against the bed and he moved his own hips trying to get relief.
“Chay, I…I…gonna come. I…I…” Keaton’s head came off the bed again, his eyes pleading.
Chay didn’t relent, he sucked harder. He wanted Bit to come. He needed to know what his mate tasted like.
It didn’t take long. Keaton arched his back and a ragged groan tore from his lips as he spilled himself down Chay’s throat.
The salty taste washed over Chay’s tongue, surprising him. But he didn’t stop. He continued to work Bit’s prick, taking all he had. He didn’t stop until Bit relaxed back onto the bed. By then he was too damned needy, he let go of the still semi-erect dick in his mouth and crawled up Bit’s body, straddling his hips. He grabbed his own cock and pumped. For some strange reason he had this insatiable need to come on Bit, to mark him as his own. He had no idea where such a primal thought came from, but it made him even hotter.
Keaton’s eyes shot open, he moaned and reached out to Chay.
Chay lost it. His back arched. He managed to stroke himself once more then he came. He stared into Bit’s eyes. Semen splashed over Chay’s hand and Bit’s stomach. Chay suppressed the urge to rub it in and dropped forward, one hand still wrapped around his cock, the other supporting himself beside Bit’s head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Fuck.
Waking up with this man in his bed every day was going to kill him.
But what a way to go.
His breath finally evened out. Keaton pulled at him, making him lay down, half on top of Bit, half on the bed.
Bit kissed his jaw.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard, “Thank you, Chay.” He was about to tell Bit it was his pleasure when…
“Uh, Bit.”
“Yeah.”
“Your dog is chewing on my big toe.”
Chapter Eight
Keaton finished making the bed, turned out the light and left the bedroom. He didn’t mind cleaning, it had never been his favorite thing, but if it kept Chay happy… Chay was a bit of a neat freak.
Keaton was particular about how his laundry was done, so other than cooking, the living arrangements had been fairly smooth sailing.
He’d moved in a week after Chay had asked him to. It hadn’t been that big a deal because he’d only signed a three-month lease and all the furniture had been rented with the apartment. He wasn’t out any money—except for the two months rent left on the apartment—and moving had been pretty simple.
The bad news was he and Chay hated to cook. Which wasn’t good, because they ended up waiting around until both of them were starving to death before either would go make something for dinner. So far, dinner consisted of cold cuts, ordering pizza or leftover pizza from the night before.
He was trying to talk Chay into taking a cooking class, but thus far Chay was still holding out. The man had put the pizza place on speed dial in response to Keaton’s suggestion. He wondered how hard it would be to teach the dog to cook? The pup
was
smart, he was housebroken already. If they could just get the beast to sleep in his bed instead of theirs…
Oooh bed.
He liked bedtime. They hadn’t actually had sex, as in intercourse yet. They kept getting distracted and too aroused to get to that point, but they sure had done a lot of dry humping and jerking off.
Keaton shivered and bent to get a scoop of laundry detergent. Thinking about Chay and sex made him hard. He dumped the cup of detergent into the washing machine and closed the lid. He grinned, wondering where Chay was and how much time they had before they were supposed to leave. Tonight was their first full moon together. Keaton couldn’t wait to go hunting with his mate.
A warm set of lips settled on the back of his neck and two arms engulfed him. One wrapped around his chest, pulling him back against a hard muscular chest, the other hand cupped his balls.
Oh, he’d found Chay. Or had Chay found him? He didn’t care which. “I was just wondering where you were.” He set the timer on the washing machine and leaned back into his mate.
“Umph.” Chay nibbled his way down Keaton’s shoulder.
Goose bumps raced up his arms. “Did you finish putting the doggy door in?”
“Ummm…” The hand around his chest slid up under his shirt and pinched his nipple.
Keaton squealed. It was quite undignified, but he couldn’t help it. His nipples were sensitive. Chay had found that out by accident the other night and had been playing with them ever since.
The hand fondling his balls slipped up to rub his erection through his jeans, pressing him closer to his lover. His cock got even harder.
Chay’s prick was like a brand against the small of his back. God, he loved knowing Chay got hard for him.
Chay’s hair fell over Keaton’s shoulder as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Keaton’s neck, licking and nibbling. It tickled but it felt good too. Keaton tried to reach up behind him and wrap his hands around Chay’s neck, but Chay drew back, turning him around to face him.
Chay grabbed his ass and pulled Keaton roughly up against him. Yeah, someone was really horny. Keaton’s feet left the floor as Chay brought their hips together.
Keaton scrambled to brace his hands behind him on the washer.
“You drive me crazy, baby. I came in here to ask you if you wanted to eat before we go hunting and I see that tight little ass of yours bent over getting soap. Fuck, you’re sexy.” Chay’s voice sounded deep and sultry as he thrust his hips against Keaton’s.
Make that
two
someones who were really horny. That smooth, sexy voice made Keaton’s prick jerk and his balls draw tighter. He moved his hips against Chay, staring into his big brown eyes. Fuck, the man was a walking wet dream.
“Pull your shirt up.” Chay’s eyes closed. When he opened them again they glowed amber.
“What?”
“Pull your shirt up,” he growled.
“I can’t, I’ll fall.”
“No, you won’t, I have you. Let go of the washer and grab my neck.”
He did as directed, taking hold of Chay’s shoulder with one hand and picking his shirt up with the other.
Chay dipped his head and caught Keaton’s nipple between his teeth, all the while still moving their dicks together through their pants.
Keaton’s whole body jerked and he hissed out a breath at the sting of teeth on his nipple. His cock throbbed inside his jeans and his body tingled.
Chay moved over to the other nipple, then raised his head. His teeth elongated. Chay’s control waned with the onset of the full moon.
Keaton knew he better do something before he ended up dry humping a wolf on the floor of the laundry room. As sad as it sounded, he was so damned turned on he’d do just that. He leaned forward, sank his teeth into Chay’s shoulder and ground his hips harder against Chay’s. “Faster, Chay.” Chay had to be close, because Keaton was about to lose his damned mind. He felt his eyes blur as they shifted, and closed them.
Finally Chay cried out against him, his hips moving erratically as he came.
Keaton climaxed almost immediately. His body stiffened against his mate. His balls drew tight and emptied into his pants. “Oh fuck. Chayton!”
Chay set Keaton’s feet on the floor before their bodies stopped shaking with climax.
Keaton’s knees gave out and he slid to the ground.
Chay followed. It took Keaton several seconds to realize Chay was shifting. He lay there and watched as Chay finished shifting into a large, solid black wolf. Damn, the man was even beautiful as a lupine.
Keaton smiled and pulled Chay’s shirt off him.
Chay crawled out of his jeans and Keaton divested him of his boxers. The fur on Chay’s belly and sides were wet.
Keaton chuckled. “You are going to have dried cum stuck to your fur.”
Chay growled then licked him in the face.
“Okay, okay, I’ll wipe you up. As soon as my legs start working again.”
Chay lay down beside him, idly licking his chin, his lips, his neck.
He scratched behind Chay’s ears and buried his face in the thick black fur while he relaxed, making his eyes shift back. One of them needed thumbs. “I guess this means I’m driving us to the reservation.”
Keaton lay there for several minutes snuggled against Chay’s warm furry body. They were both almost asleep when toenails clicked against the linoleum floor of the laundry room. He heard the panting and caught scent of a stinky—been outside playing—puppy.
Then Chay yelped.
The yelp was followed by a fierce immature little growl.
Chay yelped again and jumped up.
Keaton opened his eyes in time to see Pita go rolling across the floor, ending up on his back against the dryer. He looked back at Chay.
Chay sat up, rubbing his ear with his paw.
Keaton burst out laughing.
Chay glared at him.
The puppy, however, got up and pounced back at Chay, his tail wagging. Apparently, Chay being in wolf form didn’t bother the pest at all. He wanted to play. This time he got a mouthful of the fur on Chay’s chest, growling and shaking his head.