You're Welcome- Love, Your Cat

by Clancy Nacht

  Edwin let Forrest clutch him, his arousal at Forrest’s possessiveness ramping up fast enough to make him light-headed. Edwin rutted against him without thinking of consequences; all that mattered was giving Forrest what he wanted. This man had gone so long without someone who would give more than they took. He slipped his hands beneath Forrest’s shirt to touch skin on skin. The uneven seams of scars on Forrest’s back made Edwin simultaneously protective and sad, increasing his need to show Forrest his worth.

  Though he wasn’t ready to say it, I love you tickled his lips. Edwin plunged his tongue into Forrest’s mouth to stifle premature blithering. He could feel Forrest’s unspoken words too, full of mystery and danger, and he kissed more deeply as if he could draw them out and identify them by taste. Their kisses grew rougher, fueled by things neither could share any other way.

  Forrest pulled up Edwin’s shirt, exposing his stomach, then pressed his own bared torso against it. He tightened his legs around Edwin’s waist and lifted Edwin’s shirt higher. Edwin responded with a moan, dragging Forrest’s shirt over his head.

  Forrest’s skin felt feverish. Squeezing his nipples made him gasp and moan into their kisses. Edwin lowered his head to catch a hard, pink nub in his teeth and flicked the tip with his tongue.

  The sounds Forrest made were such a rush that Edwin forgot his intentions and pushed the younger man down on the table with one hand in the center of his chest as the other cradled the back of Forrest’s skull. Edwin tucked the discarded T-shirt underneath as a makeshift pillow.

  Alternating between kissing Forrest’s mouth and his chest, Edwin slipped out of his own shirt and climbed on top of him. Edwin aligned their cocks and ground against Forrest’s erection, feeling young and reckless as the table shuddered with their weight. He let out a wild laugh and tucked his hand under Forrest’s nape to tip his head back and kiss him more deeply.

  Forrest’s eyes lit up. He smiled broadly at Edwin, face flushed with arousal. A thin sheen of sweat glittered under the coarse lighting of the break room. They kissed again, teeth clashing as the table grew more unsteady from their shifting weight.

  He grabbed Edwin’s ass and kneaded, forcing their hips tighter together and increasing the friction. Those meaty hands on Edwin’s ass wrenched out a guttural moan, and he squirmed as he tried to get those strong fingers where he wanted them. His hole flinched in anticipation, and though he reminded himself they weren’t going to fuck, his body wasn’t listening anymore.

  Forrest’s eyes fluttered shut, and he tipped back his head. Humid beer breath fanned over Edwin’s face. He gazed at Forrest’s perfectly chiseled face, his exultant expression, and reached between them to squeeze Forrest’s cock through his pants.

  “This for me?”

  “All for you.” Forrest gazed at Edwin with heart-stopping intensity.

  It was still difficult for Edwin to believe a man like this would be attracted to him, but the look in his eyes left no room for doubt.

  Forrest pressed his fingers inward. The fabric bunched between Edwin’s cheeks, giving him the blessed friction he needed, but it wasn’t enough. He longed to be filled.

  Edwin hissed through his teeth in frustration. There was a reason he was holding back. He knew there was. But looking into Forrest’s eyes and feeling the pressure of that hard body, he couldn’t remember.

  What he did remember was that Forrest was the best sex he’d ever had in his life.

  Forcing his restless hips into stillness, Edwin asked, “Do you believe you’re worth more to me than sex?”

  Lost in the moment, Forrest looked confused by Edwin’s question. Then he smiled and stroked the side of Edwin’s face. “I reckon you heard what I had to say about things and didn’t run screaming. You can do what pleases you, so long as you keep calling.”

  He smiled in that self-deprecating way he had—a look that made Edwin sad now.

  “Not to sound needy, but you didn’t call, and I didn’t know what to think.”

  Edwin kissed those heartbreaking lips, eyes closed to hide from the weight of that look for a few moments more. When he lifted his head again, he returned Forrest’s smile as well as he could. “When’s the best time to reach you, Mr. James? I’ll be sure to ring.”

  Smile widening, Edwin unfastened the top button of Forrest’s jeans, then leaned down to nip his bottom lip, trying to tease him into a better mood. He told himself Forrest’s lack of self-confidence was doomed with him around, as if it made it okay to discard caution.

  “We could make a second date now, if it sets your mind at ease.”

  “Whenever you want. Just don’t stop.” As he spoke, Forrest unbuttoned Edwin’s pants and pushed his hand down the front. “Just like being with you. Don’t mind much what we do, though I ain’t gonna complain about this.”

  Strong fingers encircled Edwin’s cock. Forrest’s grip was firm, confident. The touches sent sparks through Edwin’s body.

  The table trembled and whined, sounding as excited as Edwin felt. He laughed, giddy, and toed off his shoes. They thudded on the floor, clear auditory signal that his pants were next.

  “Such a nice boy.” Kissing Forrest between gasps, Edwin shimmied out of his jeans and boxers. The movement forced Forrest to release him, and Edwin took advantage of the moment to undress Forrest.

  He slid off the table to kneel on the floor, knees cushioned by his discarded trousers. As he pulled Forrest’s jeans down his muscular thighs, Edwin worshipped him with his eyes and lips and fingertips, alternating between youthful abandon and the intense appreciation of a jaded connoisseur.

  Fingers hooked behind Forrest’s knees, Edwin pulled him off the table and drew him to his feet so he could gaze up at him. He raked his fingernails along the outsides of Forrest’s thighs until the blond hairs stood on end and the skin glowed soft pink. Then Edwin leaned in and kissed the crown of Forrest’s cock before looking up at him in silent question, his tongue sliding over his lips to relish the flavor of Forrest’s precum.

  “Oh, God.” Forrest’s lower lip trembled as he drew in a noisy breath. “Been thinking about sucking your cock all night.”

  Forrest swiveled his hips to get more of Edwin’s tongue, but then dropped to his knees and spread out their clothes for a pallet. Forrest pushed Edwin onto it, then turned around, giving him access to his cock and a stunning view of that perfect ass.

  Edwin opened his mouth to take the tip of Forrest’s dick, pulse racing, shivering with excitement that Forrest wanted this. The next moment, the lushness of Forrest’s mouth on his cock distracted him from all else.

  “Fuck.” Edwin rolled his shoulders and stretched to his toes, his whole body arched toward Forrest’s mouth. His gaze zeroed in on Forrest’s beautiful hole. He stroked it with his fingertip as he thrust past Forrest’s soft lips.

  “I want this.” He sighed, licking his fingertips and stroking them wetly over Forrest’s pucker. “I want to lick it.”

  The words were warning of intent more than asking permission, and Edwin craned his neck to flick his tongue over the tight ridges of skin. He caressed and kneaded with his lips and prodded his tongue at the center with gentle finesse. He moaned hoarsely to let Forrest hear his appreciation, both hands settling on Forrest’s taut, round cheeks and squeezing as he spread him open for room to maneuver.

  Either Forrest hadn’t heard Edwin or didn’t understand what he was saying, because he froze and let out a surprised yelp. It melted quickly into a long intake of breath, a quiver, and finally a groan of pleasure that reverberated through his body. Forrest rested his cheek on Edwin’s thigh, breathing heavily against the wet cock in front of him.

  The balmy breath was no substitute for the heat of Forrest’s mouth, but Edwin was too far gone into licking the tender skin around that clenched hole to say a word.

  After Forrest acclimated to the touches that had reduced him to whimpers and high-pitched, indecipherable speech, he resumed kissing and licking Edwin’s cock.

  Knowing he
could provoke such a reaction out of the impassive man gave Edwin another heady rush of power. It felt like being his old self again, but with the experience to appreciate just how precious this was.

  He bucked his hips toward Forrest’s face, pushing past his lips greedily and fucking his mouth as he lapped at Forrest’s hole. It twitched against his tongue, so sensitive, the perfect symbol of Forrest’s well-hidden vulnerabilities.

  “This is for me too, isn’t it?” The words were more purred than spoken, delivered with a series of soft kisses around the opening. Edwin stroked Forrest’s cock as he flickered his tongue over pink skin already gleaming from spit. “You don’t let anyone else do this, do you?”

  Forrest shuddered. His breath came out in gasps at each stroke of Edwin’s tongue. “No. No one’s ever…”

  Forrest looked over his shoulder. His face was bright red. Edwin imagined he could feel the heat of the blush on his cock. “Never even imagined it. Feels amazing.”

  Edwin worked that cock with his hand steadily as he grinned. Forrest’s pupils were blown, turning his bright blue eyes dark with lust, and the skin of his back was dappled with red down his shoulders and along his spine. The muscles beneath rippled between shivers as Edwin’s tongue circled Forrest’s orifice and worked it open bit by bit.

  “You’re beautiful. Every part of you is desirable and perfect and worthy of my kisses.”

  Edwin repositioned himself and brought Forrest’s cock to his lips, licking the head lazily before relaxing his jaw enough to take its girth and suck it deep into his mouth. He rested one hand on Forrest’s ass, palming the cheek and extending his thumb to massage the hole. Edwin arched his hips, rubbing his cock against the heated skin of Forrest’s neck to remind him to stop gawking and get back to work.

  Forrest didn’t need to be reminded twice. With a groan, he took Edwin’s cock into his throat in one glorious swallow. Forrest’s tongue worked in flickering strokes as he bobbed his head. Inside him was slippery smooth, constricting as Forrest gagged on Edwin’s length. Saliva trickled down Edwin’s balls.

  As if he could read Edwin’s mind, Forrest caressed his sac. More fluid rolled down Edwin’s perineum—a sensual, teasing sensation that brought out a loud moan. Forrest chased the droplet with his tongue, holding Edwin’s balls up to lap at the sensitive skin. He rubbed the spot with his finger, sending a shock wave of pleasure through Edwin’s body.

  Edwin choked down more of Forrest’s cock, sucking desperately as his legs tensed and his thighs spread wider. He grabbed Forrest’s hips, his nails digging in as if it would help Edwin stay sane. He wanted to beg, to promise Forrest anything, to ask him if they could just forget good intentions and skip to the part where Forrest sheathed himself inside Edwin’s body and rendered him incapable of walking for the next three days.

  Instead of speaking, he sucked harder, willing Forrest to come, wanting to taste his seed, to have at least that much inside him. He writhed and tipped up his hips more urgently, his thighs spreading wide enough to burn as he struggled to push against the pressure of Forrest’s touches and get them where he needed them most.

  The pressure on his balls released, but Edwin heard Forrest’s lips smacking. The sound made him shiver with anticipation. After a moment, Forrest stroked his opening with wet fingers until it relaxed, then eased inside.

  Spit wasn’t as slick as lubricant, making his fingers feel thicker than they were. Every callus scratched against the tender nerves, but it made Edwin melt against the floor in relief. He forced his muscles to relax and welcome Forrest’s invasion, undulating slowly to invite even more.

  The fat, hard length of Forrest filling his mouth made Edwin’s hole clench with yearning. Sweat broke out over his skin as he remembered the way Forrest had taken him, the way he’d split him open and left him exhausted and aching, more satisfied than he’d thought possible. He wanted that again.

  Pulling his mouth from Forrest’s cock caused him nearly physical pain. He groaned hoarsely, lips swollen from abuse, and raised his head enough to kiss Forrest’s hole again, licking and nibbling as he flexed rhythmically around Forrest’s fingers.

  “Please, please tell me you have condoms somewhere.”

  “I do!” Forrest looked over his shoulder at Edwin and blushed. “Not that I was expecting…I just thought it’d be better to have and not need than need and not have.”

  He fumbled with the jeans crumpled under Edwin’s legs, pulled his wallet from the back pocket, and extracted a condom. Forrest pushed his ass down on Edwin’s mouth, rubbing slowly before rising to his knees.

  Then Forrest turned around, holding the condom sheepishly. “However…though this is lubricated…I didn’t bring— Wait!”

  Forrest leaped up and ran toward the bathroom. Edwin heard the squeaking of hinges, then Forrest returned, squinting at a bottle. “Yeah, okay! So…um…were you, um…doing that because you wanted to…?”

  Forrest’s eagerness and the fact that he’d stashed lube in the garage bathroom made Edwin smile. He rolled to his side and propped himself on his elbow as he gazed at Forrest, baffled by his vague question. “I just want you, Forrest. Right now. I want you inside me.”

  Forrest’s expression and his blushing caused Edwin’s smile to broaden into an enchanted grin. He sucked on two of his fingers and then rolled onto his stomach and looked at Forrest over his shoulder. Holding the younger man’s gaze, Edwin spread his thighs and reached back with his slicked fingers to slowly penetrate himself, putting on a show. He caught his bottom lip in his teeth but couldn’t hold back a soft moan of entreaty as he waited for Forrest to join him.

  The pose had Forrest so transfixed that Edwin had to clear his throat to goad Forrest into action. After dropping to his knees, Forrest quickly rolled on the condom and smoothed lubricant over his shaft. He gave Edwin a show too, twisting his hand and pumping his fist.

  Then, biting his lip, he fingered Edwin briefly, working more lubricant in. His finger curled, and he pressed his thumb against the opening, applying pressure to all those nerve endings until Edwin almost begged to be filled.

  But he didn’t need to ask. In a smooth, solid movement, Forrest lined himself up and drove home, pressing his chest to Edwin’s back as Edwin adjusted to that claiming thrust.

  Edwin bit back a whimper at the burning stretch, muscles trembling. Forrest’s soft kisses to the back of his shoulders melted the tension. His body stopped fighting the invasion and rippled around Forrest’s girth.

  When Forrest began to move, Edwin couldn’t repress a hoarse sigh of bliss. The thick head rubbed his prostate in a maddeningly slow rhythm, pressing into it with a hard, blunt bulk no fingers could mimic. Gritting his teeth and grunting with the effort, Edwin shifted beneath Forrest’s muscular weight, working his hips and fucking himself on Forrest’s dick.

  “Touch me.” It was somewhere between plea and command. Edwin turned his head to steal a kiss from Forrest and gaze into his eyes. “Want your hands everywhere.”

  Forrest wrapped his lube-coated hand around Edwin’s cock and squeezed as he kissed Edwin wildly. His mouth vibrated with Forrest’s moans, body tingling with the deep, regular thrusts.

  “God, you feel so amazing.” Forrest nuzzled Edwin’s face as his movements gained speed and intensity.

  “Yes, harder. Oh God. Please.” Edwin’s voice sounded broken, ragged with need. He shivered from sensory overload and kissed Forrest harder, sucking at his lips and tongue, biting down as Forrest penetrated him so deeply it stole his breath. Edwin’s spine stiffened, his whole body alive with spiking adrenaline. His jaw dropped, and his lips moved in a silent scream that became a choked sob and finally a breathy moan as Forrest changed his grip on Edwin’s cock. Pleasure blended with agonizing fullness. Forrest fucked Edwin like he owned him, as if he could make Edwin love him if he just took him hard enough.

  It was working.

  Edwin pushed from all fours and rose to his knees to lean back against Forrest’s broad chest, one arm
around Forrest’s neck to guide their mouths together again as Edwin undulated over Forrest’s lap. Forrest’s hips moved with his, never letting Edwin slow or lift from his cock by more than a couple of inches before he slammed into him again.

  The possessiveness left Edwin off balance and excited, and as Forrest’s big, scarred hands moved over his skin, he smiled dreamily into their kisses, feeling like a storybook character claimed by Prince Charming. “So perfect. My handsome prince, come to save my heart from the grave.”

  The words sparked something in Forrest. His arms tightened around Edwin until they constricted his breathing.

  “I’ll save you. Do anything for you.”

  Before Edwin could respond, Forrest claimed his mouth in a kiss so fierce Edwin forgot everything else. His consciousness sank into the protection of Forrest’s body, a sense of peacefulness pervading him amid the distant pounding of their flesh. Nothing would ever be able to hurt him as long as Forrest was inside him. There was room for nothing else. The deeper Forrest drove into Edwin, the further into Forrest Edwin fell.

  “Anything? For me?” Edwin’s words cracked with the strain of bearing Forrest’s assault.

  “Yes.”

  Gasping, Edwin pressed his lips to Forrest’s chiseled jaw. Tremors racked his lanky frame, fragile in Forrest’s powerful grasp. He needed this, to be overpowered and won, saved from himself and his past.

  As Forrest pummeled that spot inside him, Edwin felt like he might faint. His body could barely contain the complex welter of stimuli. He closed his eyes and breathed in Forrest’s skin, and then slid his mouth down Forrest’s throat to taste his sweat.

  He stroked the silky, damp hair at Forrest’s nape and lolled his head on one brawny shoulder as Forrest cleaved him in two. Only those strong arms held Edwin together. If Forrest ever let go, he’d fall to pieces on the floor and never be whole again.

  Edwin sucked Forrest’s throat, biting bruises into the salt-glazed skin. Forrest hissed, and Edwin opened his eyes to gaze at him. The tendons of his neck stood out, from either pain or the strain of holding back his release. He tightened his grip on Edwin’s cock as he started to tremble. He breathed loudly through parted lips, cheeks darkening as his groans grew wild.