An Unexpected Thing

by Marcy Jacks

  Jason glared down at the man, but it was hard to have any real heat in it when Marek made him feel so good. “I’m not doing that to protect you.”

  Marek actually winked at him, as though this were some kind of game.

  “I’m being serious.”

  “I know you are. So am I.”

  Jason seriously doubted that, but when Marek gently took his testicles in hand and rolled them as he sank his lips down as far around Jason’s cock as he could go before he had to pull back, Jason swore he nearly came from that alone.

  “Oh God, that’s…that’s…”

  Marek chuckled around his mouthful, and it really was almost enough to make Jason come undone.

  Especially when Marek moaned.

  The vibration nearly did it. He was going to come out here in the mouth of a dragon, and Jason was starting to really not care.

  But it wasn’t until Marek reached his finger around to a place where he shouldn’t be touching that Jason came hard. Marek gently teased around the edge of Jason’s hole. He didn’t push inside. He barely did anything, but it was the sensation of that combined with the heat and pressure around his cock that finally made the dam burst.

  Jason moaned. He threw his head back and shouted up at the sky, thrusting hard and fast into Marek’s mouth, not caring if the other man could handle it or not.

  He was lost to the pleasure and nothing else was important to him.

  Marek, for his part, swallowed down every drop.

  Yeah, definitely no beginner when it came to this sort of thing. He was all kinds of experienced. He seemed to enjoy himself as he sat back, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand before standing.

  Only then did it hit Jason that the guy was taller than he was. Not by much, but it was there, and Jason was pretty sure he didn’t like that. It gave the other man a bit too much of an edge over him. Marek was already a cocky fuck without thinking he was a big and tough dragon having his way with a warlock.

  But then Marek kissed him, slipping his tongue between Jason’s lips, and he didn’t care about anything else.

  “Your turn,” Marek said, his voice a low, rumbling purr.

  Jason blinked, coming out of the haze of pleasure he’d fallen into when the other man spoke. “What?”

  Marek took Jason by the hand and brought it down to his cock, finally giving Jason a real chance to feel the man’s dick in his palm.

  It was perfect. Thick, hot, and throbbing. Marek groaned. “You know what I want.”

  Jason did. The side of his brain that was a nasty prick gave serious thought to just telling the other man to deal with it himself, to walk away and let Marek suffer it.

  But the side of him that ached to know what he tasted like melted. Jason sank to his knees with a groan, his hands sliding around Marek’s waist in much the same way Marek’s hands had done with Jason when they’d first started touching and kissing like this.

  Marek groaned, his fingers digging into Jason’s shoulders.

  “Watch your claws,” Jason warned. “Or this is not happening.”

  Marek immediately retracted his claws with something of a cute smile. He looked…handsome. As though he were a college kid just playing around with his lover before they got to the real fun.

  “Sorry. Can’t help it sometimes.”

  “Uh huh,” Jason said, but he was more than happy to leave it at that, for the moment, because he still wanted to know what a dragon tasted like.

  What Marek tasted like.

  So, he leaned in and moaned as he let his mouth slide around the man’s cock. He wrapped his lips around the head before he slowly sank down. Jason adjusted himself, getting his breath before he started to work.

  It was all right. He could still breathe. He was still in control of himself and he was, so far, still comfortable.

  This wasn’t Jason’s first time either, but he didn’t consider himself to be good at this. In fact, one of his previous lovers had complained to him about it. About how he couldn’t seem to get passed the head without needing to pull back for breath.

  The other hadn’t complained, but Jason knew the man was just being polite. Jason was not good at giving head, and it was something he thought about right now as Marek groaned softly under his breath.

  He couldn’t help his gag reflex, but to be honest, Jason also hadn’t liked going down on the two boyfriends he’d had in his life. It seemed so…dirty. He wasn’t good at it, and his jaw always hurt way before either man had come…always more trouble than it was worth. At least, that was how it had seemed to him.

  Not this. The experience was much the same, but the feeling behind it was definitely different.

  It was as though…as though he could handle it better. Jason thought maybe his previous experience had given him more skill in this department than he’d thought, but then why had his previous lovers seemed so unsatisfied whenever he’d done this to them?

  Marek gripped Jason’s shoulders a little too tightly again, and he felt the pinch of the man’s claws, but that didn’t bother him as he worked on his breathing and on bobbing his head back and forth as much as he could. He worked to sink down as far as he could without making himself cough and choke.

  This was a challenge he was willing to take on. He wanted to do this well enough that he wouldn’t hear a whisper of complaints from Marek.

  Not that he planned on seeing him again after this. As far as Jason was concerned, this was a one-time thing that he was just using to get this man out of his system.

  When it was done, it was done.

  But Marek seemed determined to draw out as much pleasure as he could get from Jason’s body.

  Jason thought he was doing all right enough on his own, but Marek, the Goddamn showboater, had to go ahead and stick his foot right between Jason’s legs.

  Jason gasped, pausing what he was doing for a hair of a second. Long enough to look up at the other man and see that shit eating grin still on Marek’s face as he slowly used his foot to gently rub against Jason’s dick.

  And the stupid thing twitched with interest.

  He’d already come, and now Marek seemed determined to show Jason that there was still more pleasure to be had.

  The fucking asshole.

  Determined not to be outdone, Jason got back to work. He eased himself father down onto Marek’s cock, but no matter how much he tried, there was only so far he could go before he had to stop. Forced to use his hands to stroke what his mouth could not reach, Jason did what needed to be done.

  If there was a spell out there that would allow him to give a better blowjob than this, Jason was going to find it, and Marek was going to be the first person he used his new skill on.

  “That’s it,” Marek moaned, clearly not finding any fault in Jason’s technique as he began thrusting a little more wildly into his mouth. “Just like that. Oh, baby.”

  “What the fuck?”

  The new voice jerked Jason out of what he was doing. Marek, too, but his reaction came too late as he was blasted with some sort of electric spell that barely missed hitting Jason. He felt the heat and sizzle of it pulling the hairs on his arms to a stand as Marek screamed and flew back against the pressure of it.

  Hands reached out, grabbing Jason from under his arms, yanking him to his feet.

  “Wait, what are you doing?”

  “Jesus Christ, Jason, are you all right?”

  Jeremy. Oh shit, he and Adrien had come back to check on this spot, and because Jason didn’t have the spell back up to hide him and Marek…

  They saw everything.

  Heat rushed up his neck, into his cheeks and ears.

  They saw everything. Two of his peers spotted Jeremy on his knees blowing a dragon shifter, and now Adrien was busy holding Marek down with some kind of magick, preventing him from moving.

  “What the fuck was that? Jason? What the fuck was that?”

  “What do you think it was?”

  Jason was mortified. He wanted to vani
sh. He wanted to die. He didn’t want to be seen by either of these men here, and he sure as hell didn’t want them looking at him as though he were some kind of victim.

  Marek was unconscious. Whatever spell it was Adrien had hit him with, it had done its job.

  Jason couldn’t leave him like that. “Don’t hurt him.”

  Adrien and Jeremy both looked at Jason as though he’d lost his mind.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Jeremy said.

  Adrien practically exploded. “After what we just saw? What the fuck, man?”

  Jason rubbed his face. “Look, just let him go. I can explain everything to the elders, I just…you don’t have to do this.”

  Jeremy shook his head, and he wouldn’t stop giving Jason that weird look. “Yes, man. We really do have to do this.”

  No. No. They were going to tell the whole coven, then what was Jason supposed to do? He’d let a dragon wander onto the property and then he’d been caught in the middle of fucking him.

  He was never going to live that down. He was going to get demoted, and he would never be trusted with the safety of the coven again.

  After this, maybe that was exactly what he deserved.

  “Come on, we’ll go back, we’ll talk it out with the elders, and then we’ll deal with this,” Jeremy said, his voice softening. He seemed to hesitate before putting a hand to Jason’s shoulder. “It won’t be that bad. The entire coven doesn’t need to know.”

  “They don’t?”

  That shocked Jason. He considered these two to be acquaintances. People he worked with, sometimes ate with, but that was about it. He hadn’t expected either of them to want to take his side on this, to want to hide what he’d done from anyone.

  After all, one less person out of their way for a potential promotion seemed like it would work out in their favor.

  “We still have to tell the elders, but…we’ll try to keep this as private as possible,” Adrien said. “We’re sorry.”

  Jason sighed, looking down at Marek. He hoped he could convince the elders to release him as soon as possible. Jason didn’t want this to interfere with the new peace agreement between the coven and their clan.

  It might break his heart.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  Chapter Three

  Jason was still grateful when he was able to walk with his head held high back into the more populated area of the coven. Jeremy and Adrien allowed Jason to move with them as though he had been in Marek’s control, instead of someone who had dropped the ball and allowed him onto the property without so much as a fight.

  He still didn’t understand the way they were treating him, acting as gentle with this whole thing as possible. They weren’t the most obnoxious men in the world, but they were hardly known for their tact, either.

  But, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Wasn’t that how the saying went? Jason wouldn’t ask too many questions if they were going to help him maintain his dignity throughout all of this.

  Even after such a spectacular fuck up.

  At least they’d bothered with covering Marek up with a spare robe before dragging him bare assed naked through the village. Dragons might not care if they walked around naked, but Jason felt weirdly protective over Marek’s privacy in this regard. He didn’t want anyone else seeing the man in this state. Bad enough they saw him unconscious.

  They went to the building that worked as their community center. A couple of the elders were almost always within.

  Adrien and Jeremy stopped Jason before he could walk in with them. “Maybe you should wait here.”

  “What?”

  Both men looked at each other, then Jason. “We’ll have a word with the elders. Let them know what happened. Break it to them,” Adrien said.

  “You can, uh, wait right here, can’t you?” Jeremy asked.

  Again with this weird, gentle treatment. Was his punishment really going to be that bad?

  Since he didn’t have room to argue, Jason nodded. “Yeah, I can. But, do me a favor?”

  “Yeah, anything,” Adrien said, oddly quick.

  “Don’t let them hurt him.”

  Their coven wasn’t the sort that tortured prisoners, not in the traditional sense, but there were ways to make an enemy as uncomfortable as possible, to make them talk with spells and threats.

  Then the pain really started if the prisoner didn’t cooperate.

  Jeremy and Adrien nodded, though right now they looked like they were the ones who were being made to be uncomfortable.

  “Yeah,” Jeremy said, slowly. “Sure thing.”

  “We’ll work on that,” Adrien promised.

  That didn’t sound too promising, but there wasn’t anything Jason could do but watch as Marek was pulled into the community center, and the doors were closed, leaving Jason alone outside.

  Did he do the right thing? Should he have fought for the man? Part of him thought so, but there was no reason for him to have those kinds of thoughts. Marek was a warrior, and he knew what he was doing when he came here. He didn’t need Jason to protect him.

  Jason turned, putting his back to the door, only then realizing how many people were looking at him.

  He had to remind himself that no one else knew. No one else had seen him in that position, betraying the coven to a dragon, on his knees and…

  They would know. Right now, Jason could pretend that he was guarding the door, that he was doing his job, but eventually, they would know.

  And he hated that.

  A few people tried to come up to him to ask what happened, who was that man? Was he really a dragon? What were they going to do with him? Jason gave all the non-answers he could be patient enough to give before sending the lot of them on their way. He didn’t want to deal with any of this, and he couldn’t stand it that soon the entire coven would know that he’d thrown his hat in with a dragon, peace agreement or no.

  That wasn’t even the worst of it. Maybe, after what happened with Arty, there could be some forgiveness if it wasn’t for one very important detail.

  He’d thrown away his responsibility of protecting the property so he could have a quick fuck in the woods. He was old enough that he should know better. He’d been promoted to warrior class years before it was normal to do so. A warlock had to at least be in their thirties for that. Jason was only twenty-five. He would be demoted back to doing dishes, mopping the floors, and teaching the children their basic spells for this.

  If they even let him do that.

  The door opened sooner than Jason hoped it would, and yet it took forever. Adrien popped his head out.

  “Jason? Can you come on inside now?”

  Jason moved. He had to get away from the staring eyes of the people who watched him, who wanted to know what was going on.

  But he also wanted to make sure that nothing drastic had happened to Marek.

  He stepped into the community center and firmly shut the door behind him. He even locked it, just in case.

  Adrien pressed his hand to Jason’s shoulder as they headed down the hall and around the corner, to one of the smaller rooms.

  Why did it feel as though he was about to walk to his own execution?

  The chairs had all been pushed to the edges of the room. The whiteboard had that week’s events and classes planned out for the kids still posted on it, but in front of that sat three of the ten elders who ruled over their coven.

  The others must be out. That was fine. Jason couldn’t help but look at where Marek lay. His hands were bound behind his back now, still unconscious, and the robes still covered him like a blanket, hiding his nudity from the elders in the room.

  Jason walked right up to Marek, looking down at him. “Does he have to be on the floor?”

  It was tile. It would be cold.

  The elders looked at each other, and then at Jeremy and Adrien.

  “It’s hardly as though he can be expected to receive anything better,” said Alistair.

  Of all the elders, he really held t
hat title. He was the oldest of the ten. He’d just turned one hundred and five last April, and though he trembled sometimes, and his hands were swollen with arthritis, his eyes and mind were as sharp as ever.

  Jason couldn’t help but feel that it was really Alistair that he needed to worry about. The others would be taking their recommendations from him. Alistair’s word held the most weight in this coven. If he didn’t want Jason as a warrior for their coven, then that would be that.

  “I mean, it’s just that it might be…uncomfortable when he wakes.”

  A raised brow. The elder to Alistair’s right leaned in and whispered something into his ear. The other elder watched Jason closely with her finger pressed to her mouth. Her thinking look.

  “I just want to know if I’m dismissed from my duties for this. You can tell me that right now, and I’ll be satisfied either way.” He was just done with waiting.

  “Do you want to be dismissed?” asked Alistair.

  Jason’s stomach clenched. “No.”

  “And yet, do you believe that after what happened…would you still be fit, at least emotionally, for the task at hand?”

  “I’ve passed my tests before, and I can pass them again if you need me to.” Jason looked Alistair in the eyes. “I proved myself capable when the dragons attacked and I stood my ground. I can do it again. This doesn’t mean anything.”

  Again, he got surprised looks the more he spoke.

  He didn’t understand what he was saying that was so outlandish, but then Alistair clarified it for him.

  “Jason, you are young, and to be honest, so are Adrien and Jeremy. When they came in here, it was through them that we were under the impression that you were being forced to partake in the dragon shifter’s sexual pleasure.”

  “That I was…what?”

  Jason looked at Adrien and Jeremy, who were both trying not to look at him as they had equal levels of embarrassment on their faces.

  Adrien hid his face in his hand, and Jeremy looked as though he wanted to sink into the floor and never be seen or heard from ever again.

  Jason shook his head. He needed to fix this. This was so fucked up and so much worse than he thought it was.

  “If you think that this dragon made me do something I didn’t want to do, then you’re wrong. It was…all of it was entirely consensual. I wasn’t forced to do anything. I can promise you that right now.” He stared the elders right in the eye as he said that, and he didn’t have to look back at Adrien or Jeremy to know they were looking at him, either. He could feel their eyes on him.