Nut Cream

by Jade Buchanan

  Mick wandered outside, stretching in place, undressing and shifting to his wolf form. Cliff followed him, glancing to the copse of trees behind the house. He lived about four houses down, but they always got together at Mick’s parents’ place. He was glad that Mick hadn’t moved into his home yet. Things were working positively for Cliff, with Toby’s return to the city. He could come and go from Butch and Charlene’s place without it seeming too strange, since the sweetest ass this side of the Rockies lived inside.

  He grinned, peeling off his shirt. Rubbing his hand absently on his furred chest, he thought about which direction he wanted to run in today. He popped the buttons on his jeans, sliding them down his legs to stand completely nude.

  Mick whined at his side, his shaggy coat a mixture of brown and gray. He danced in place, all four feet moving, anxious to be going. Cliff inhaled, breathing in the warm air. He loved summer, everything was just fresher somehow. He concentrated, his body shifting effortlessly. Standing on all fours now, he craned his neck and licked one of his black front paws.

  Mick took off, loping toward the tree line. Cliff gave a happy bark, tearing after him. He needed to find some way to release his tension. If he couldn’t find release with Toby, at least he could run.

  * * *

  Cliff panted, flopping down at the base of the tree in Mick’s yard. Mick limped up the back steps, shifting in mid-stride before walking into the house. Smirking, Cliff remembered the chase that had resulted in that limp. It wasn’t his fault that Mick had run just a tad too slow. It was his fault that he bit down on Mick’s back leg, but it was too tempting to pay him back for the scratches that ran up his backside. Mick had nudged him right into a firepit and the damn metal grate raked across his ass before he realized what he had landed in.

  He lowered his head, resting it on his front paws while he listened to the murmured words from inside. Charlene—who must have recently come home from work—was exclaiming over Mick’s calf. His teeth marks were pretty obvious.

  The porch door creaked open, shutting with a bang.

  “What did you do to Mick?” Toby sauntered outside, stepping in a wide path around Cliff, careful to stay out of reach. He turned his head to glance at the trees that Cliff had viewed earlier.

  Cliff studied Toby, raising his nose. The pup was leaking pheromones like crazy, the air rife with the tasty scent. He tensed his body, lifting up his hind end to crawl forward.

  Toby turned back, and Cliff froze, settling back down. If Toby noticed that Cliff was now closer to him, he didn’t say anything. Cliff waited, his neck stiff, until Toby glanced at the house where the muted conversation between Mick and Charlene was still audible. Cliff took advantage of Toby’s distraction and inched forward.

  Toby twisted his head again, gazing at Cliff. He froze. This was gonna be fun. He smiled, allowing his tongue to drop and hang out of his mouth. Harmless. Look at the cute, harmless wolfie. I’m not gonna hurt you. See how cute I am. He wagged his tail, stirring the air.

  Toby grunted. “You aren’t fooling me with that act, so stop it.” He couldn’t quite hide the smile on his face. Cliff wagged his tail harder.

  Facing him, Toby put his hands on his hips. Cliff bunched his back legs, waiting. Sticking out his tongue, Toby baited him.

  Cliff pounced, pushing hard with his back legs, missing his prey by inches. Toby twirled in place, running flat out. He was wearing shoes—a serious miscalculation on his part—and wouldn’t be able to shift. Lunging to the right, Cliff gloried in the happy laugh that Toby let out. Toby altered his path and started to run to the left. Perfect.

  They hit the tree line seconds apart. Toby twisted, veering off the marked path. Barking, Cliff was pleased that Toby was heading deeper into the park. Lush greenery sprang up around them, peppering the ground, providing obstacles for Toby as he ran through the trees.

  Cliff growled and snapped at Toby’s heels, herding him in the direction Cliff wanted. They both knew he could have caught him at any time. He barked, and Toby slowed. Toby’s chest moved unevenly. Weres didn’t have the same stamina in human form. Toby turned, walking backward.

  Cliff pounced, taking Toby off guard. Shifting back to his human form in midair, he slammed into Toby, rolling with him so that he was on the bottom with Toby cradled to his chest. Rolling again, he straddled Toby, pressing his hands to Toby’s shoulders to hold him in place. Fragrant grass bent under their bodies, releasing a pleasant smell that hinted at wild summer nights.

  “Damn it.” Toby wriggled to get free.

  Cliff moaned. His cock was between them, sliding against the rough fabric of Toby’s jeans.

  Toby bucked up into him once, before stilling completely.

  Cliff chuckled. “Well, well. Looks like I have you right where I want you.”

  Chapter Three

  Toby silently cursed himself. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for Cliff’s chase through the park. Although, he did love the feel of Cliff’s hard body on top of him. Speaking of hard, he wriggled—yep, that was Cliff’s cock pressed against his. He couldn’t see it from where he was pinned. He couldn’t even breathe for looking at the expanse of smooth skin in front of his face. Cliff was completely naked, his sculpted chest perfection to Toby’s eager eyes.

  He felt the blush run up his neck and bloom on his face. Another mark of his human genes, the other wolves didn’t blush nearly as easily as he did. He stilled when Cliff groaned again.

  “God, baby. I can’t believe I never noticed you before. To think you’ve been right in front of me for years when I could have had this.”

  Toby paused, unable to believe this was happening to him. He couldn’t complain, but it just seemed so unreal. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea at all. If they had sex, Cliff was bound to reject him afterward. And sex was definitely where this looked to be heading.

  “I don’t think we should be doing this.”

  “Well, Tobe, we could sit here and debate what the next step is going to be, but there are way more pleasant things I would rather be doing right now.”

  Toby hesitated, more than ready to put a stop to this. Nevertheless, he was intrigued by the crafty glint in Cliff’s eyes.

  “What things?” he asked instead.

  “Hmm, since you brought it up…” Cliff grinned wickedly, palming Toby’s cock through his jeans. Groaning, Toby arched up into the pressure.

  “This thing here seems like it could be fun to play with,” Cliff teased.

  Toby panted, close to losing it already. Cliff’s rough hand grasped his cock tightly, pressing hard on his aching shaft. He needed that hand on his flesh, not just through his jeans. He squirmed, unable to form the words to let Cliff know what he wanted.

  “What’s wrong, Tobe? Do you want this? You want my hand on your dick? Tell me, baby. I want to hear those pretty lips form the words.”

  Toby struggled for breath, opening and closing his mouth. His whole body quivered, gasping pants escaping him.

  “Please…”

  “Please what, Toby?”

  “Touch me?” His words formed a question.

  Cliff ran his lips along Toby’s jawline, catching his skin between hard teeth. Toby yelped when Cliff bit down lightly. His hand moved, sliding up to toy with the button on Toby’s jeans. He hadn’t worn a belt, and once the button was undone, there was nothing but one lonely zipper between Cliff’s hand and Toby’s flesh.

  Cliff wormed his way into the opening, grasping the hard column of flesh in his tight fist. Squealing, Toby jumped, almost bucking Cliff off of him. Cliff released him, ignoring the hands that reached to hold him in place. He clutched Toby’s shirt, caressing his chest through the yellow cotton.

  “Are you real partial to this?” Cliff gripped the shirt in two handfuls.

  Toby shook his head, confused by the question. Cliff was asking him to think? Now? His silence was rewarded by a hard yank, the shirt falling to pieces. Cliff obviously wanted him naked.

  Toby felt his ey
es widen and he gasped at the feral glint in Cliff’s gaze. The bigger man lowered his mouth, sucking up a mark on Toby’s chest. A part of him couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him. What had set this off? And why was Cliff hitting on him now when Toby had been watching Cliff for years?

  When Cliff twisted, they rolled in the grass, the blades caressing Toby’s back. Cliff effortlessly maneuvered Toby, easing him forward until he straddled Cliff. His black hair contrasted with the vibrant green grass under him. The sun was shining down on Cliff through the trees, dappling his rugged features. His face tight with passion, his teeth were bared.

  Cliff grasped Toby’s hips hard, holding him down. Sprawling over Cliff’s chest, Toby fisted his hands in the grass to either side of Cliff’s face. Toby looked down, confused. He didn’t know what to do, couldn’t figure out what Cliff wanted next. Cliff moved, releasing Toby’s hips and lifting one hand. Toby glanced down at the feel of the heated clasp against his cock. He gulped, seeing the tanned fingers on his shaft.

  Cliff grunted, his only response before he let Toby go to hold his own cock in one large hand, pumping it once. It was massive! Bigger than Toby’s own, the head was weeping slick fluid. Cliff ran his thumb over the slit, spreading precome over the glans and down the shaft. Toby bucked his hips, unable to keep still. His gaze was glued to Cliff’s hand, unwilling to tear away from the sight in front of him.

  He licked his lips. He’d dreamed of this moment and he couldn’t get over the fact that he was here with Cliff.

  Toby gasped when Cliff shifted under him, bringing them both into a seated position before pressing the two shafts together. Moving one big hand around both, he squeezed. Toby moaned, his mind clouding. He couldn’t think of a single thing except the feel of heated flesh. The underside of his sensitive cock rubbed against Cliff’s, sliding along the moist flesh, Cliff’s precome coating his own shaft.

  The air was filled with pants and sighs, both men rocking in time with each other. The warm sun shone down on Toby’s back, his rough jeans abrading his balls where they were still confined.

  He whimpered when Cliff turned them, and he landed on his back in the flattened grass. Cliff growled, grasping Toby’s jeans in both hands and shredding them from his legs. Werewolf strength did come in handy at times. His shoes were dealt with in a similar manner, yanked off his feet and thrown over Cliff’s shoulder. Toby couldn’t muster up enough concern to figure out where they had landed. The two of them could always find the shoes later.

  Cliff returned to him, laying his solid body on top of Toby. He undulated his hips, thrusting against Toby. With a move so fast Toby didn’t really register it, Cliff shimmied down his body, ending up with his face inches from Toby’s aching cock. Cliff wasted no time, opening his mouth and taking Toby deep in one long gulp. Toby cried out, held down by the hard, bruising hands at his hips. His eyes went blank, his sight gone. He threw his head back, slamming it into the ground below him.

  Cliff paused, waiting for him to come back to earth before he swallowed, Toby’s cock still held tightly in his mouth. He milked the head of Toby’s cock with his throat, sending shock waves through Toby’s body. He had never imagined it could be like this. His hand wasn’t going to be enough ever again.

  Backing off, Cliff released Toby’s cock from his mouth with a pop. He smiled, the look on his face carnal. He flicked his tongue, pushing it into the slit at the head of Toby’s cock. Toby hissed. Grabbing Toby’s thighs, Cliff guided them up until his knees pressed to his chest. Turning his face, Cliff nuzzled one quivering thigh, biting into the muscle. He swiveled his head, repeating the gesture on the other leg. Toby mewled in response. He couldn’t breath, caught up in what Cliff was doing to him. He wanted to pinch himself to actually make sure this wasn’t a dream. What had he done to deserve this?

  Sliding down Toby’s body, Cliff ignored his cock, placing his mouth squarely on Toby’s sac. He sucked gently, lapping at the sensitive skin. He mouthed each ball, putting one and then the other into his hot, wet mouth.

  Toby closed his eyes, shivering despite the heat. Tensing his thighs, Toby shuddered at what Cliff was doing to him. Cliff’s tongue was driving him mad, taking him closer to orgasm with every sucking pull on his balls. He’d never realized sex would be this intense. It was beyond his wildest dreams. Sure, he’d lain awake at nights, jacking off to his fantasies of Cliff, but that was nothing compared to the feel of Cliff between his legs.

  Between one breath and the next, Cliff lowered his mouth, licking along Toby’s crack. Toby made a sound that was suspiciously close to a gurgle, his eyes flying open. Cliff kissed up and down, teasing the puckered flesh. He paused, sucking hard against Toby’s skin. Cliff continued to tease his anus, awakening all the tiny nerve endings, sending him flying. Toby couldn’t believe what Cliff was doing.

  Toby was terrified he was going to come, and how frickin’ embarrassing would that be? Oh God, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Cliff arrowed his tongue, pushing it forward to lap inside Toby, moaning into his flesh. Cliff’s stubble rasped against his sensitive skin, his fingers bruising on his thighs. Toby’s legs were shaking, and he couldn’t stop closing his thighs tight around Cliff’s head. He didn’t want the man to stop what he was doing. He might damn well die if he stopped.

  “Please, oh God, please Cliff…don-don’t stop, stop, don’t stop, please…” he pleaded, desperate to come.

  Cliff chuckled, flicking his tongue in and out. Toby saw stars. The ache was building in his lower back. His toes curled. God, he was going to come. Panting, Toby tossed his head to the side. He had a brief thought that he should warn Cliff he was close, but he couldn’t form the words. Cliff released one hand from his thigh, curling it around Toby’s cock, jerking once, twice. Toby screamed while arcs of come shot onto his stomach. Cliff didn’t stop what he was doing, lapping at Toby’s ass while he shuddered and moaned.

  “Cliff, Cl-Cliff, oh, oh, oh God…” He wasn’t even aware of what he was saying, babbling words to Cliff, anything to make the pleasure last. His breathing sped up again, unbelievably, and his cock started to harden once more.

  Cliff finally released him, raising his head to meet Toby’s eyes over his rapidly growing shaft.

  “C’mon, baby, I know you can do that again.” Cliff’s fingers danced along Toby’s shaft, toying with him, sliding up the veins and smoothing over the glans. He shifted, pushing Toby’s legs down flat on the ground, straddling his thighs. He brought his own cock into contact with Toby’s, jerking the two together.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Cliff moaned. “I’m almost there, Tobe. I need you with me, baby. I need you with me when I go.”

  Toby cried out, the pressure increasing in his balls. Cliff’s eyelids were lowered, the look behind them heated and intense. It felt like Cliff was looking through him, right into his soul.

  Toby shook, gasping out his release, his seed landing on Cliff’s hand, dotting him with the white liquid. Cliff moaned, pumping harder, just shy of painful to Toby’s sensitized flesh. Cliff groaned harshly, his come jetting out to fall on Toby’s belly, mixing in with his previous release. Cliff panted, falling forward to collapse on Toby, thrusting his free hand out so he didn’t crush him. Cliff rolled over, lying on his back. He shifted, settling Toby against his shoulder.

  Toby curled into Cliff, placing a kiss on the skin in front of his face. He nuzzled against Cliff, so damn happy he didn’t know what to say.

  “Now, that’s what I call nut cream,” Cliff gasped, a smile in his voice. He brought his face to Toby’s, kissing his brow. “God, I’m never going to get enough of you, am I?”

  Toby smiled faintly, his breathing still rushed. “I hope to hell you never do.”

  Chapter Four

  Cliff lay on his back, his little mate pulled up tight to his chest. Inhaling, Cliff smiled when he realized their scents were combining. Yep, Toby was definitely his mate. Perfect.

  “We need to go back to the house,” he whi
spered.

  Toby shifted, tightening his arms around Cliff’s chest. “Why?”

  “’Cause we don’t have lube, and I’m not waiting another day to get at this.” He reached down and grabbed Toby’s ass. He squeezed, pleased when Toby tensed his muscles. Nudging Toby to his feet, Cliff sprung up beside him. He smacked the delectable ass in front of him, causing Toby to yelp.

  “Shit! I can’t even put my clothes back on. Why’d you have to rip them?” Toby asked, completely adorable.

  “I’ll certainly keep that in mind next time. If you really want me to take the time to undress you first and hang up all your clothes so they don’t get wrinkled, you just let me know.” He tipped his head to the side, pretending to consider the idea. He had a feeling Toby wouldn’t go for it. The little pup had taken to sex like a seasoned pro.

  “Ummm…no, that’s okay,” Toby said, blushing.

  He chuckled ruefully. “Good, because I don’t think I can wait to be with you. I’ll never get enough.”

  Grinning, Toby launched himself at Cliff. He caught the smaller man and hugged him tight, breathing in deeply. Curling his arms around Toby, he pressed his face into the side of his pup’s neck.

  “Crap, wait!” Toby pulled back, an alarmed expression on his face.

  “What now?”

  “I don’t have any lube.”

  Cliff cursed, thinking quickly. Then it dawned on him. “Don’t worry about it. I have something in mind that’ll work just as well.”

  Toby smiled shyly, holding out his hand for Cliff. He took it, setting off at a casual pace. They walked back the way they had come, strolling through the sunny park, occasionally commenting on something around them but both content to remain silent.