by Gayle, Linda
“I…I want this. I do.” Cam licked his lips, tasting Dylan’s kisses. His body ached from the memory of having Dylan pressed against him, and his dick, that very human appendage with which God had graced his guise as if to taunt him, had never been harder. “Do you?” he finished lamely.
“Hell, yeah.” Dylan’s gaze ran over him with gratifying appreciation. He came closer, slowly reached out, slid his hands inside Cam’s jacket and eased it over Cam’s shoulders. “Listen, no matter what, you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
Even the light glide of his palms over Cam’s shoulders was enough to make Cam shudder with longing. Truly, this guise was a curse. A curse and a blessing. Did other cockatrices suffer with these feelings? He’d only ever heard them whine about being bound in human flesh. Did they not know how the pressure of a lover’s hand sliding down your chest, cupping your erection, could focus your world with pinpoint brilliance? Did they never realize that the heat of another man’s breath and the stroke of his tongue across yours could make you want to give and give until there was nothing left?
Dylan lifted his mouth from the kiss, and Cam swayed forward into his arms. Comforting hands slid over his back and into his hair, then cradled his face for another kiss, softer this time. Truly, Cam was tamed. Like the last surviving cockatrice who surrendered to the knight, Alistair, and wore the first collar, he was enslaved to this man’s touch.
“That’s better,” Dylan murmured as Cam gave in to his caresses and pushed his erection into Dylan’s palm. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t got nothing to worry about.”
When Dylan took his hand this time, Cam went with him to the air mattress. There was no graceful way to sit on it, and its wheeze made him laugh nervously. Standing over him, Dylan grinned as he pulled his hoodie over his head and threw that on top of his jacket. “Sorry it ain’t exactly five-star accommodations around here.”
“It’s fine.” He shuffled back farther onto the mattress and stared at Dylan while he continued undressing. When Dylan thrust his thumbs into his jeans and pushed them down, of course his erection sprang free, unencumbered by underwear. He kicked off his sneakers and threw everything off to the side, then stood, proud and tattooed and glorious.
The question of whether Cam should also undress got shoved aside for a moment when Dylan closed the space between them, one hand around the base of his cock, and said, “Suck it.”
Without hesitation, Cam leaned forward and slid his mouth around the offered dick. He dug his fingers into Dylan’s thighs as his lover rocked forward and back, fucking his mouth slowly, controlling the movement with fingers clenched in Cam’s hair. Cam hummed low in his chest. This was good. This he could do.
Dylan’s grunts gave him confidence, and he felt himself starting to relax. Feeling ambitious, he took Dylan in as far as he could, pressing his nose into Dylan’s pubes, inhaling earthy musk. His bestial soul liked that very much, and by his lover’s sharp inhale, he guessed his wings had come out to play. This time, he did nothing to repress them. The freedom was exhilarating.
“So fucking pretty,” Dylan murmured, stroking his fingers through Cam’s hair now. Long training had taught Cam that kind hands on his head were a sign of approval, and he nearly wept from the joy of it. From pleasing his lover, from doing something right.
“That’s good for now, baby.” With hands on either side of Cam’s face, Dylan lifted his mouth from his cock. “Now it’s your turn. You got that bag?”
He licked his tired lips. “It’s in my backpack, over there.”
He started to get up, but Dylan went instead, his sizeable erection bobbing as he walked. The idea of that inside him, possessing him, motivated Cam to strip off his own shirt and toss it in the pile with Dylan’s clothes.
“Nice.” Dylan’s eyes darkened with approval when he turned and saw Cam undressing. He came back to the air mattress, then knelt with the infamous paper bag in his hand, which he put aside to help pull off Cam’s shoes and jeans. “Well, aren’t we fancy, wearing plaid boxers?” he teased.
Cam snorted.
“Didn’t know this was a formal affair.” With a slanting grin and a hand in the center of Cam’s chest, Dylan pushed him down onto his back on the mattress. Once Cam was spread out before him, Dylan peeled off Cam’s boxers and tossed them. He lay over Cam’s body, all that hot, delicious skin and muscle covering Cam from chest to thighs, his lips on Cam’s again and their stiff dicks pressed against each other.
Cam wrapped a leg around the back of one of Dylan’s and couldn’t help rolling his hips back and forth so their cocks rubbed. “This is so good, Dylan. I feel like I’m going to boil right out of my skin, I want you so much.” Was such honesty expected between lovers? He didn’t know, hardly cared. He ran his hands all over Dylan’s back and butt, shuddering when Dylan slid back a little onto his knees and forced Cam’s thighs apart. He slid a hand between them and slid it down to play with Cam’s balls.
“I want you too, baby. You top or bottom? Or don’t it matter?” He arched a brow in question.
Who knew the stolen hours of porn would come in so handy? But at least Cam knew what he was asking. “I want you to…f-fuck me,” he stammered. Then when, with a sly smile, Dylan licked his finger and slipped it between Cam’s ass cheeks, Cam bit his lip hard as that moist fingertip brought his nerve endings to life. “Is that all right?”
“Fine by me. Whatever you want. I’m your personal love slave tonight.”
If anyone was enslaved, it was Cam, but he said nothing as Dylan leaned aside to open the crinkling paper bag and withdraw the box of condoms and the lube. After ripping open the box and getting a condom ready, he flipped the cap on the lube. He did it down low, probably hoping to spare Cam the sight, but Cam could tell what he was doing. Dylan’s warm eyes gazed into his. “I know it’s your first time, but don’t sweat it. We all got our first times for everything. I’m gonna make it good, trust me.”
“I do. Trust you, I mean.” Just the fact that they could look into each other’s eyes was a sign of how far they’d come. A forbidden thrill shivered through him. He was going to do it. He was going to have sex. With a human. With Dylan. Yes, he trusted him.
Now Cam closed his as Dylan slicked lube over Cam’s cock and began to slowly jack him. He lay over Cam again, but off to the side so they could kiss. Cam felt Dylan’s thick, heavy dick against his thigh as Dylan rubbed on him. Between the slippery hand expertly working him and the tongue dancing with his, he felt himself rising quickly to the brink. Somehow, Dylan must have sensed this, for he backed off, his grip loosening. He kissed his way down Cam’s chest until he could tongue his nipples. Electrified with sensation, Cam gave over to his lover’s touch.
When a lubed finger slid between his ass cheeks and probed, he folded his knees toward his chest on instinct, hesitating only when he heard Dylan’s rasped chuckle.
“I like your enthusiasm,” Dylan murmured, moving down to kiss Cam’s thigh.
“I like…what you’re doing. Oh fuck…” He closed his eyes again when he felt Dylan’s finger pressing in. He broke out in a cool sweat and chewed his lower lip. If that slight pressure, that gentle in and out, was so exquisite, then… “Let’s…can we? Now?”
“You ain’t nearly ready.” But the words came on a harsh breath, and he added another finger, making Cam squirm. “Fuck, baby, you are so gorgeous. You like that?”
Cam could only manage a strangled grunt, but he pulled his legs up farther. With his other hand, Dylan began to slowly work Cam’s cock again and then added licking his balls with his wet, hot tongue, and the combined sensations forced a groan from Cam’s throat. Surely no cold, emotionless mating nest could compare to this. Other trices spoke in hushed tones of the days of breeding, wrapped together, cocks embedded in one another, anonymous beasts rutting…
But this, one lover who owned his heart and soul, giving him such pleasure, was incomparable.
The fingers withdrew, and firm hands guided Cam over to his
hands and knees. “It’s easier like this the first time, sugar,” Dylan murmured. He ran his hands all over Cam’s body, soothing the shivers from his skin. “You’re shaking. You sure you’re up for this?”
“God, yes. Please. I’m shaking because I need you so much.” He pressed his hips back, gratified to feel the steely length of Dylan’s cock against his butt. He glanced back over his shoulder. “Don’t stop now.”
As if he could. Dylan was totally lost in Cam’s spell, if that’s what it was. He’d fucked and been fucked by a lot of guys, but he’d never known anyone so honestly responsive as Cameron. He had only to touch his palm lightly to Cam’s skin, and the kid lifted to it like a cat begging to be touched. If he threaded his fingers into Cam’s hair, Cam shivered, and Dylan’s fingers inside Cam’s virgin ass had the other guy sweating and writhing so beautifully, Dylan figured he could come himself just from watching.
But it was a virgin ass, he had to remind himself. As much as he wanted to go fast and hard, he had to rein himself in. Didn’t want to hurt Cam. No way. Wanted to get him hooked on it so they could do it again and again.
With that in mind and with Cam trembling submissively before him, Dylan slicked up his own rock-hard rod. He lubed up Cam a little more too—never hurt—then positioned himself. He thought about saying, you ready? or here it comes, but instead leaned over Cam’s sweaty back and licked his way down the vertebrae, laid his cheek against the ribs to hear Cam’s galloping heart. Then he straightened and pressed forward.
Beneath him, Cam stiffened, then hissed as Dylan pushed in. “Shh, baby,” Dylan murmured. “Let it happen.”
Fisted hands showed Cam’s unease. Dylan stroked his side, then reached beneath him to play with Cam’s softened cock. “Almost there. Keep breathing.”
He knew as soon as he got past the painful part, because Cam’s muscles unclenched in tiny increments. Another couple of inches and he was all inside, snug and warm and so slick he knew once he did start to move, neither one of them was gonna last long.
All around him, Cam’s shadowy wings shuddered, barely seen, like delicate ashes floating through the air. He pressed a kiss to Cam’s spine where he imagined the wings would join. His head spun, his dick throbbed; what the hell was he fucking? He didn’t care. It felt so good, so hot, so… He pulled out a little and eased back in. Cam pushed back against him, tentative. “Yeah,” Dylan breathed out. “Here we go.”
“Dylan, God…”
Another pull and push, easier this time. “You feel me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“You’re so sweet, baby. So sweet and hot all around me.” Some guys liked dirty talk. He hoped Cam was one. Guess he’d find out. His momentum slowly built, and Cam’s cock started to thicken again in his coaxing grasp. “Mmm-hmm…”
Cam tossed his head, then put his forehead down on his fists. “Oh fuck, Dylan. Harder, please. I can’t believe…” Then mumbles and groans and sliding and pushing and…
Faster.
Dylan’s fingers got slippery wet with Cam’s precum. Against his belly and thighs, he felt Cam tensing, squirming, lifting toward orgasm. He wanted to make it good for him, the best, the best fuck ever. Shifting, he angled to hit, oh yes, just that spot, jacking him harder and oh yeah… Cam’s back arched and bowed, his spine flexing beneath Dylan’s chest. His breath came in ragged grunts and gasps, and he bit out Dylan’s name over and over.
And Dylan let himself go, coming harder than he could remember. His body shook with every jolt of pleasure, and he might have even blacked out there for a second. He came to in a spinning room, draped across Cam’s back, utterly blissed out.
“Oh fuck…” Beneath him, Cam heaved in breaths.
Dylan reached down and slipped his fingers through Cam’s forelock of hair, baring his eye where he’d turned his head. “You okay?”
“Mmm, God, yes.” Cam licked his red, swollen lips, so pretty with his dark, disheveled hair falling over his now-closing eye, his face flushed. Dylan had to smile to himself.
He drew back enough for his softening cock to slide out. Cam twitched and groaned a little at that final sting, then rolled onto his back with a sigh. Dylan patted his thigh, then sat back on his heels to get rid of the condom.
“Oh man,” he muttered.
“What’s the matter?” Cam looked at him from under an arm thrown over his forehead.
“Fucking condom broke.” He glanced at Cam and gave a weak grin. “Guess it couldn’t handle all that activity. Stupid gas station condom, probably been sitting on the shelf for years.” He peeled off the remains of the broken rubber and got up to wash at the sink. “I’m clean, though. I got tested like a dozen times in the last few months.”
“I am too. Of course. Having never been touched.” Cam smiled shyly.
Dylan snickered. “You sure as hell been touched now, boy.”
“Indeed. Most thoroughly.”
And would be again, if Dylan had anything to say about it. Looking at Cam’s long, lean, gorgeous form spread out on his stupid air mattress, Dylan had a moment of such intense possessiveness, it left him stunned for a moment. It wasn’t love. Couldn’t be. He liked Cam a lot, maybe could love him, if Dylan even knew what that would feel like.
This was something different. More like…mine. Mine, all mine. He remembered how readily Cam had sucked his dick when he’d ordered him, like Cam knew he belonged to Dylan too, and that didn’t help lessen this weird….urgency.
Now Cam closed his eyes, one arm stretched behind his head, the other hand loosely cupped over his flaccid dick, like a beautiful work of erotic art. The way the streetlight pouring through the window shone over him, living in the little dips and valleys of muscles, dried up the spit in Dylan’s mouth. Like he thirsted for Cam, and only Cam could satisfy him.
He grabbed a couple of paper towels before he overanalyzed his bizarre train of thought and wet them with warm water, then returned to the mattress. He nudged Cam’s thigh up. “Let me take care of you, baby.” Sleepily, Cam raised his leg, and Dylan gently cleaned him. And the strangest fucking thing happened. The sight of his jizz on Cam’s tender skin sent a nearly electric jolt through him, then heat. He leaned down and pressed his nose to Cam’s chest like he couldn’t help it and licked the jizz off his sweaty skin as if he could absorb his DNA and hold him inside forever.
When Cam’s arms came around him, Dylan nestled close, heartbeat to heartbeat. The wings were gone, his lover calm and drowsy and as close to a normal guy as Dylan had ever seen. “Look at me,” he whispered.
Cam did, and that glow of contentment and warmth flooded Dylan as soon as he stared into them. He felt it like a pulse of sunshine under his skin. Next time they fucked, he wanted to come looking into those eyes. Yeah, that would be like the best high ever.
They kissed softly for a while, rolling even closer together, twining limbs like vines. But when Dylan trailed his fingers down Cam’s throat and they encountered the gold chain, he jerked back.
“What’s the matter?” Cam murmured.
“This…” He hooked a finger in it. Someone had put it on Cam. Someone else had a claim on him. “I want it off.”
Cam twisted his lips, eyelids drooping. “No, you don’t. Believe me.”
“Why? What’ll happen if I do?”
“Bad things.”
“Like what?”
The sleepy green-brown eyes opened halfway. “It’s better just to leave it. I trusted you. Now you trust me.”
Dylan scowled and pulled on the chain like the brat he was. Cam put his hand over his fingers. “Remember that story about the woman who wore the choker?”
“Never heard of it.”
In his softly lilting voice, Cam said, “There’s a story of a beautiful woman who wore a black velvet choker. One day, a man fell in love with her, and they were married and very happy, but she would never take off the choker, no matter how much her husband asked.” He coasted his hand up and down Dylan’s arm as if willing the tight muscl
es to relax. “So one night, driven by curiosity, the husband approached her while she slept, and he cut the choker off.”
Dylan let his finger slide free of the chain. “Yeah? And then what happened?”
“Her head fell off,” Cam said on a yawn. He looked away, then back. “That’s what happened.”
“That is a horrible fucking story.” Dylan blinked. “So you’re honestly telling me your head will come off?”
“Not exactly. But along the same lines, it’s not a good idea.” He reached for Dylan, who had propped his cheek on his fist. “Can we sleep now? Please?”
“Like I could, with that picture in my mind? Thank you very fucking much.”
“Sorry.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all, you douche.” But he played his fingers through Cam’s hair and studied his face, the soft mouth, the angular cheeks, and those eyes.
“What do you see?” Cam whispered.
Drawn from falling into Cam’s spell, Dylan asked, “What?”
“When you look in my eyes. What do you feel?”
That was like asking someone what it felt like getting off. Hard to describe. He trailed his fingertips down the side of Cam’s throat, following their path with his gaze. “Peace.” He gave an awkward shrug. “And…like I want to keep you all to myself.”
Cam’s expression turned gentle and warm. “That would be fine by me.”
“Eh, you’d get bored with me pretty quick.”
“I can’t imagine.”
Dylan stopped his random journey down Cam’s body. “What do you think when you look at me? Like, ‘Why the hell’d I let this loser fuck me’?”