by Fel Fern
“What’s wrong?” Jordie cocked his head to regard him, still frozen by the doorway.
Did Matt harbor second thoughts? Yes, but Jordie made a valid point. Sooner or later, Zack would know. Hell, Matt loved Mark, but his brother had a big mouth. Even if Mark didn’t say anything, too many people knew. There was Mack, for one, Michella, and probably Sergio, too. What did it matter? Only Zack’s opinion did, but Matt couldn’t stop now. It didn’t help that Jordie looked so fucking tempting, with his shirt plastered close to his skin.
Matt walked over and leaned down to plant a kiss on Jordie’s lips. Careful of Jordie’s cast, he grabbed the hem of Jordie’s shirt, pulling it above his head with Jordie’s help. Seeing Jordie’s slender frame, Matt licked his lips.
“All for me,” Matt said, tracing a line of sweat down Jordie’s left pectoral to his flat stomach.
Jordie swallowed. He could practically taste the anticipation and excitement on Jordie. Not waiting for Jordie to change his mind or for Matt’s conscience to ram its ugly head, Matt kissed his way down Jordie’s tempting body. He sucked and nipped his way downward. With every groan and whimper that came out of Jordie’s mouth, Matt’s cock hardened.
Finally reaching Jordie’s groin, Matt knelt between his legs. With quick fingers, he undid the button and unzipped Jordie’s fly.
“Matt, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Matt grinned up at Jordie. “You little tease. Now I need to taste you.”
Jordie bit his lip.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just,” Jordie hesitated. “I’m the one usually doing the giving, not much on the receiving end.”
Matt swore under his breath at the mention of other men Jordie had been with. Jordie was an adult. Of course he’d been in other relationships, but the thought still rankled. Well, Matt would remedy that soon. Once Jordie had a taste of him, Jordie wouldn’t want for anyone else.
“Those fuckers didn’t know the first thing about being in a relationship then.”
As if Matt knew. He’d never lasted more than a week with anyone, but none of those hook-ups were Jordie either. Maybe, that was why he’d been restless all his life. Matt’s wolf simply waited for the right one and now that Jordie was within his grasp, he wouldn’t let go. Pulling Jordie’s jeans and boxers down, Matt exposed Jordie’s dick, already at half-mast.
He nuzzled his face against Jordie’s cock, feeling Jordie’s hand in his hair.
“Finally, I have something better than ice cream.” Jordie’s cheeks turning pink was a fine sight to see, Matt mused. Going right down to business, Matt flicked his tongue out, licking away the pre-cum on Jordie’s tip. He tongued Jordie’s slit, while Jordie gasped above him. Far from done, Matt licked Jordie from cock head to balls. He took Jordie’s left ball in his mouth, sucking hard before moving to the next.
“Christ, Matt. Stop teasing me.”
Matt pulled his mouth away to answer. “Only if you say the magic word, pet.”
“Are you serious?”
Matt answered by tracing his way back to Jordie’s tip, swirling his tongue over the head again.
“God,” Jordie whispered.
“No God, baby. Just us.”
“Please, Matt.”
Fuck, did that word sound gorgeous on Jordie’s lips. Matt took Jordie’s dick between his lips and began to give Jordie the best blow job of his life. The next time they did this, Jordie’s leg would be healed and their positions would be reversed, but Jordie deserved a reward for standing his ground against wolves like Mack. Matt wasn’t worried, because Jordie had steel in his back bone. Despite being human, Jordie could handle himself around shifters.
Matt bobbed his head up and down while Jordie’s dick turned steel-hard under his ministrations. Knowing he was close, Matt pulled away, rose from his knees, and curled his fingers around Jordie’s cock, pumping him with fast strokes.
“Go on, pet. Come all over my fingers. Do it now.” His command and a pinch on Jordie’s tip was enough for Jordie to let out a shuddering cry. Jordie exploded, spilling strings of his cum over Matt’s fingers. Seeing Jordie climax made Matt aware of his hard-on, pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Jordie seemed to know it, too, because his heavy lidded gaze settled on the bulge in Matt’s pants.
“Let me return the favor,” Jordie said, voice husky.
“Your leg,” Matt pointed out.
“Fuck my leg. Please?”
Grinning, Matt stood between Jordie’s legs. Jordie sat at the edge of the seat, slender fingers working at the top button of his jeans, then Matt’s zipper.
“Do you always go commando?” Jordie asked, pulling his prick out. Then Jordie drew a breath at the size of him. “God, Matt. I don’t think I’ve had anything this big in me.”
“Once your cast comes off, you’ll find out,” Matt promised. “I’ll go slow and gentle.”
“I trust you,” Jordie said without hesitation.
Matt wondered if Jordie knew how much those words meant to him. It turned out Jordie knew how to give an amazing blow job. Hand on Matt’s base, Jordie leaned forward, licking away Matt’s pre-cum. Groaning, Matt tangled fingers in Jordie’s hair as Jordie went to work. Jordie took his hand away from his base and applied gentle pressure to Matt’s balls, which Matt fucking loved. Gagging at the size of Matt, Jordie quickly adjusted, applying suction with every inch. God, his mate would be the death of Matt. As a bonus, Jordie kept eye contact the entire time he sucked on Matt’s dick.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so good at this. Your mouth feels amazing around my prick,” Matt murmured, tightening his grip on Jordie’s hair.
It seemed Jordie liked that, the slight bit of pain. Matt smiled. They’d have so much fun once Jordie got his cast off. For now, this was all they could do, to alleviate both their needs. Matt couldn’t believe he waited years for this. Months wasted ignoring each other. No doubt they tried other men, but in the end, the answer lay close to home, because Matt had never been more certain of anything in his life.
Once Matt’s tip hit the back of Jordie’s throat, Jordie drew out again. Each time Jordie dived back in to take Matt’s dick in his throat, Matt came this close to losing control. Knowing he was about to burst, he tugged at Jordie’s hair.
“Need to fuck your mouth, baby.”
Jordie relaxed in his grip and it was amazing, the way Jordie naturally gave up his control, yielding to Matt instantly without a fight. Careful of Jordie’s mouth, Matt thrust his cock into Jordie’s wet and heated mouth. Christ. Matt closed his eyes, savoring the thrill of Jordie taking his every thrust.
“I’m coming, pet.” Matt pushed his dick into Jordie’s mouth several times. Seeing stars, the pressure inside Matt burst open. Pulling out, Matt sprayed his seed all over Jordie’s face, like a predator marking his territory. He collapsed onto the seat next to Jordie, watching Jordie lick his cum from his lips. “Come here.”
Jordie leaned over and Matt took his time, licking his face clean. Matt grinned. “How about we continue this in the shower?”
Making a face, Jordie nodded to his cast, growling in frustration. “I need to prop my leg on a stool. It’s—”
Jordie couldn’t continue. Matt froze as the door rattled.
“Matt, Jordie, are you guys back? I got us dinner,” called Zack’s voice from behind.
“Shit.” Jordie’s eyes looked panicked. Matt was ready to tell Zack the truth, but Jordie clutched at the hem of his shirt. “Bring me to my room.”
Without another word, Matt scooped Jordie in his arms, careful of his leg. Jordie yelped, wrapping his arms around Matt’s neck. Matt quickly carried Jordie back to his room. Hiding wasn’t in Matt’s nature, but he’d concede this one time.
“I’m not ready,” Jordie whispered, burying his head into Matt’s chest.
“It’s okay. I’ll get your crutches and shirt.” Matt put Jordie down on his bed, then raced outside for Jordie’s crutches and
shirt. Werewolves had a keen sense of smell. To mask the scent of Jordie and his passion, Matt ran to the kitchen, eying everything in sight. Seeing the roll of aluminium foil, Matt yanked a long sheet and popped it in the microwave until the smell of ozone filled the air.
By the time he returned to the living room, Zack had placed three paper bags on the dining room table.
“Could have used some help,” Zack grumbled. “What were you cooking? Smells like you burnt something.”
“You know how I am with food.”
Christ. Matt couldn’t remember the last time he felt this guilty. Absentmindedly, he licked his lips, gaze slipping to Jordie’s door. He could hear the shower running. Would Zack notice anything out of the ordinary?
“How did your day go?” Zack asked.
“You didn’t hear?” Not the best way to start a conversation with his best friend, Matt realized.
“Hear what?” Zack suddenly looked worried. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing,” Matt said quickly. Fuck, he was going to hell, lying so blatantly like this. Before he could say anything else, Zack grabbed his shoulder. Matt nearly jumped, ready to defend himself, but Zack didn’t look pissed. His wolf told Matt Zack smelled slightly of earth and pine. “Were you out in the woods again?”
Zack nodded. “I took a half-day off. Alessio called a couple of us to check the borders again. There’s been another attack on a human couple out camping this time.”
Relieved Zack wasn’t in town to hear the news, Matt pulled out a chair and sat. He listened with a half-ear as Zack told him about the attacks and how they tried scenting for a trail. By the time Zack finished with the grisly details, Jordie came out of his room, freshly showered.
“Do I smell food?” Jordie asked.
Zack stopped talking about the murders immediately. “Damn, little bro. You’re looking a lot better. Some sun must have done you good.”
“All thanks to Matt.” Jordie limped his way to the table. Matt eyed him, acting seemed natural to him. Jordie caught his gaze and shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to tell Zack, and Matt agreed, not with Zack looking so occupied with pack business.
“Alessio wants a couple of us on watch these next few days, I might not be around too often,” Zack confessed, looking at Matt. “Matt, I hate to ask but—”
“Sure, I’d love to watch over Jordie.” Matt ignored the look Jordie gave him.
Zack looked relieved. “Thanks, I owe you big for this.”
Well, Matt hoped Zack would take those words to heart, because he didn’t intend on waiting any longer. Hiding their relationship from Zack was the last thing on Matt’s mind, because why hide when he was certain of Jordie and his future?
Chapter Five
For the first time in a long while, Jordie felt like himself. With his cast taken off the night before, Jordie no longer needed to look for his crutches the first thing in the morning. He got out of bed, rubbing his eyes. Walking to the door, he heard Zack and Matt’s voices outside, with Matt biding Zack to be careful out there. Slipping out of the room, Jordie managed to catch his brother by the doorway.
“Look who’s finally back on his own two feet,” Matt remarked, seeing him. Jordie couldn’t keep the flush out of his cheeks. With Zack’s absence, they had plenty of time to reacquaint themselves with each other over the week, although true to his word, Matt hadn’t gone further than a blow job until his cast was removed.
“Jordie, are you heading by the pizzeria to do the restaurant accounts again?” Zack asked at his nod. “If you’ll be there until evening, I’ll drop by and maybe we can get a bite together?”
“Sure. Take care out there, Zack. I heard your back got scratched up pretty bad.”
At that, Zack glared at Matt. “Who told him?”
Matt shrugged. “Jordie deserves to know.”
Zack sighed. “I guess that’s true. You’re a capable adult, Jordie. I know that, but sometimes all I see is my kid brother.”
Embarrassed, Jordie cleared his throat. “See you later at dinner then.”
Once the door closed behind him, Jordie looked at Matt. “Will he really be all right?”
“The others have Zack’s back. Are you hungry? I got breakfast before I came here.” Matt nodded to the paper bags on the dining table, which smelled like waffles. Jordie’s stomach grumbled, but he wanted to sate a different kind of hunger. He spent nights, thrusting his dick into his hand, tried cold showers, but nothing could sate the ache building inside him.
Matt always made the first move, but it was time Jordie took initiative as well. With his cast gone, Jordie could no longer use his injury as an excuse to put off telling Zack the truth. Besides, Zack began to trust him again and see him as an adult, and Jordie wanted to prove his brother right, beginning with telling Zack he was in a relationship with Matt. Not just that, but Jordie loved Matt, too. They might have only been seeing each other for a week, but Jordie had loved Matt from afar far longer, since his high school days. That kind of love didn’t just fade or go away, but it pulsed, hotter than ever.
“I’m going to take a shower first. Would you like to join me?” Jordie asked, his voice laced with lust.
Catching his tone, Matt grinned. “Why not? I thought you’d never ask, baby.”
Heart leaping at the term of endearment, Jordie headed to the bathroom in the hallway while Matt took off his shoes. Leaving the door opened, Jordie peeled off his boxers and shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, Jordie saw his skinny reflection and wondered what Matt saw in him.
Shaking his head, Jordie turned the shower on, needing the cold water to clear his head. Had he used his injured leg as an excuse to dodge all the important questions? The past few days felt like a taste of heaven—meaningful conversations with Matt peppered with plenty of cuddling, or the feel of Matt’s hands and mouth on his most intimate places. Living like that, it was easier to think they had the time of their lives because they had a time limit. Some part of Jodie still believed Matt would one day tell him it was over, that he had his fun and it was time to move on.
In the end, Jordie realized Matt wasn’t the problem. It was him, terrified of the future.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, pet.” Matt stood by the doorway and Jordie stared, although he’d seen Matt plenty of times naked. His gaze lingered on Matt’s grinning, handsome face and drifted right to the massive cock curving upward between Matt’s legs.
“Come on right in.” Jordie’s voice didn’t sound like what he felt—a little shaken but excited. Matt squeezed himself into the small shower enclosure, leaving little room to maneuver.
“I can smell worry and hesitation on you, pet.” Matt pressed Jordie against the wall, caging Jordie with his bulk. Jordie’s back hit the tiles. Matt’s arms came on either side of his head. Pressing close, the solid press of Matt’s muscles rubbed against Jordie’s slender frame, making Jordie groan.
“Kiss me and make it all better.” A bratty line, but Matt seemed to take it to heart.
Matt kissed him, and although Matt had given him a thousand kisses since last week, he managed to kindle the fire within Jordie. Wanting more, Jordie responded and Matt grabbed his wrists, imprisoning them above his head. Jordie felt Matt’s dick, pressed against his stomach, the glistening tip leaving a trail of pre-cum on his skin.
“Is a kiss all you want, baby?” Matt asked after releasing Jordie’s mouth. “Speak plainly, pet. Tell me what you really want from me.”
“Wait, Matt. Promise me we’ll tell Zack the truth.”
“I promise,” Matt agreed.
Jordie moaned as Matt lowered his head and took Jordie’s left nipple in his mouth until the bud peaked before moving to the next. He squirmed, embarrassed of his prick thickening between his legs, but Matt used his foot to spread Jordie’s thighs apart.
“So hard for me, baby?” Matt asked. “Tell me what you want and I might just give it to you.”
Heat crept to Jordie’s cheeks and neck, but now wasn�
��t the time to be embarrassed. Looking the man he loved in the eye, Jordie said, “Please, baby. Fuck me. Make me yours. I’ve been thinking about you riding me the entire week.”
Matt kissed him lightly on the lips. “Very good, pet. Why don’t you get me ready?”
With his cast, Jordie couldn’t kneel, but this time, his knees hit the bathroom tiles with pleasure.
“Fuck, Jordie. You can’t imagine how perfect you look on your knees like that.”
“This? I haven’t even sucked your dick yet.”
Laughing, Matt sunk his fingers into Jordie’s hair. “Get to work then, pet.”
Only happy to comply, Jordie closed his hand over Matt’s base, the other squeezing at his balls. He swirled his tongue over Matt’s cock head, licking away Matt’s cum and tonguing Matt’s slit until the dominant werewolf groaned above him. God, Jordie loved giving Matt head.
What a rush, being able to wrangle sounds of pleasure from Matt’s mouth. Jordie sucked on Matt’s cock head, gagging at first at the size of Matt, but he continued closing his lips around Matt’s prick until Matt’s cock was entirely down his mouth and throat. He pulled his mouth away and dove back in, feeling Matt’s grip on his hair tightening.
“Your mouth feels amazing, Jordie,” Matt said with panting breaths. One tug on Jordie’s hair and Jordie let Matt take over, fucking his mouth. After, Matt pulled away, cock head purple and close to bursting. “Face or mouth, baby?”
“Face.” Jordie’s own dick twitched the moment Matt exploded and sprayed strings of his cum all over his face. He licked away the load that managed to find its way to his lips. Matt helped Jordie to his feet. He planted a kiss on Jordie’s lips before handle moved his hand to Jordie’s cock, already at half-mast.
“Matt,” Jodie whispered, groaning as Matt began pumping his prick. Up and down, Matt picked up the speed of his hand movements, but he didn’t give Jordie permission to come. When Matt drew away, he looked amused when Jordie groaned in frustration.
“Turn and put your hands against the wall.” Matt’s firm command made Jordie shudder. He obeyed, planting his palms on the slick bathroom tiles.