Devon Cream

by Jet Mykles

  Devon drew back, the wolf shoved back by the panicked puppy. “No! I just...It’s been so.... No, Steven, I....”

  Laughing, Steven hugged him close, silencing him with a kiss. “Devon, Devon, it’s okay. I’m just kidding.” He kissed Devon’s worried frown. “Just kidding.” Another kiss. “Yes. Let’s have sex now.”

  Devon’s grin resurfaced, his eyes shining with happiness. “Cool.” Not wasting any time, he pulled from Steven’s arms and, holding fast to Steven’s wrist, pulled him to the bedroom.

  Steven had to laugh. “Isn’t this how it happened last time?”

  “Yeah.” Devon glanced over his shoulder as he made it to the end of the hall. “But I’m not letting you toss me out this time.”

  Steven shook his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He gasped a little when Devon yanked his wrist, spinning him and practically tossing him onto his back on the bed.

  “I’m undressing you this time,” Devon informed him, just before whipping off his tank top.

  Steven propped up on his elbows, enjoying the view as Devon bent briefly to pull off his Converse. “Whatever you say.”

  Devon glanced up at him from under the overhang of glossy chestnut fringe. “Yeah? Whatever?”

  Steven cocked an eyebrow. “What was it you had in mind?”

  Just like that, the puppy dog was back. Steven watched an embarrassed blush creep over Devon’s bare neck and chest. “I, uh....” He played open the button of his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. “You didn’t let me do much to you last time.”

  Steven’s cock jumped inside his lounge pants. “I had your dick rammed all the way in my ass. I can’t let you do me much more than that.” Yes, it was crude, but if Devon wanted to do this, Steven needed him to be fully aware of it.

  Devon flushed even more as he shucked his jeans. If there was any underwear in there, Steven missed it and was too distracted by the gorgeous cock bouncing into view to be bothered. “There’s more to it than that.” Devon bent over Steven, reaching for the waistband of his pants. Big brown eyes locked with his, determined. “I want to taste you. All over.”

  Steven shuddered. “Sounds good to me.” Obediently, he lifted his hips when Devon tugged on his pants and jockeys, and greatly enjoyed the light of appreciation on Devon’s face as he tossed the clothing blindly aside. He let his legs splay open when fingers touched the inside of his thigh.

  With an adorable little frown, Devon settled on his belly between Steven’s legs, his focus entirely on Steven’s cock. He looked somewhere between hungry and panicked.

  Steven laughed, reaching down to smooth his fingers through Devon’s bangs. “You don’t have to. I’m more than happy to suck you.”

  Devon shook his head, shaking the bangs back over his eyes. “No.” He reached out and wrapped reverent fingers around Steven’s cock. “I want to. Just...tell me if I do it wrong, okay?”

  Steven forced his eyes to stay open when they just wanted to shut so that he could enjoy the firm grip of fingers that weren’t his own. “Don’t bite me or yank it off, and you’ll be fine.”

  Exactly as Steven intended, Devon laughed, and some of the tension melted from his shoulders. He bent his head and swiped his tongue over the crown of Steven’s dick. “Good?”

  Steven hissed over the spike of heat that set his belly afire. “No. More.”

  Smiling wide, Devon opened his mouth and wetly sucked in as much as he could, leaning in until the head pressed the back of his tongue.

  Steven groaned, sliding off his elbows and onto to his back. “Yeah. Just like that.”

  Devon settled in for some thorough cock exploration, and Steven couldn’t have been a happier test subject. Inexpert and hesitant though he was, Devon showed great potential for sucking dick, and his current performance was just fine for Steven’s neglected member. Tongue and lips drove Steven crazy with alternately too much then not enough pressure, but there was always the wet warmth that helped to ramp the intensity higher. He took it for as long as he could stand it, sneaking peeks at Devon’s single-minded concentration when he could, but when he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, he had to speak.

  “Devon—ungh!” The last because Devon decided to suck, hard, right at that very second. Steven reached down to comb his fingers into Devon’s soft hair, which only made him suck harder. Steven most definitely had to enjoy that for a moment, which just ramped the orgasm closer. He tried again. “Dev, stop, I’m gonna come.”

  Devon peeked at him, smiled wetly around his mouthful, and kept sucking.

  Groaning, Steven curled in. “Dev, really, stop.” His voice was breathy, and his grip in Devon’s hair might have made his words a tad less convincing.

  Which was probably why Devon didn’t stop.

  “Dev, seriously.” His hips started rocking of their own accord, his groin afire with familiar sensation. He wasn’t far. “Dev, I’m gonna...you don’t want.... Ungh!” Well, he’d tried. He couldn’t help it if Devon wouldn’t heed his warning. Helplessly lost to the explosion deep in his body, Steven cried out, and warmth jetted from his body.

  Devon tried. He gave it a good go, but he wasn’t prepared. He snorted in surprise, and most of Steven’s semen dribbled from his mouth when he released Steven’s cock.

  Even in the aftermath of coming, Steven chuckled. “I tried to stop you.” He sighed happily, sinking onto his back.

  “I know.” Devon coughed, wiping spunk from his lips and chin. Some of it splattered just under his right shoulder, and Steven felt an absurd sense of pride to see it there. “I wanted to swallow, for you.”

  Steven laughed, holding out his arms. “Tell you what, let’s work up to that.”

  Devon grinned, sinking down on top of him. “I like the sound of that.”

  While they kissed, Steven wiggled until he got Devon comfortably settled between his legs. He could feel that gorgeous cock pressed to his groin.

  “Mmmm, there’s something else you can do for me.”

  Devon nuzzled his neck. “Anything.”

  “Get the lube out of the drawer and fuck me into the mattress.”

  Devon pushed up on his elbows so he could grin down at Steven. “I could do that.” He kissed Steven briefly before kneeling to get the lube.

  Steven twisted onto his belly and sprawled in the middle of the bed. He’d just tucked a pillow under his chest when he felt wet fingers trailing tentatively down the crack of his ass. He glanced over his shoulder to see Devon intent on what he was doing. Smiling, Steven drew his knees up and spread them, tilting his hips. “You sure you want to do this?”

  Devon glanced up, then back down with a smile. “Oh, yeah.” A finger toyed with Steven’s hole, then gently pushed in.

  Steven groaned, hugging the pillow and pressing his cheek to it.

  “I’m not hurting you?”

  “Not even close.” He wiggled his hips. “More.”

  “Really?”

  “Your cock’s bigger than one measly finger.”

  Small laugh. “Yeah.”

  Steven let him explore a little with first one finger, then two, but the need to have Devon inside him proved too much. “Dev,” he groaned over the top of the pillow, “I swear I’ll let you explore more later, but please just fuck me now.”

  “But I haven’t—”

  Steven shook his head. “Don’t need it.” He rocked back hard on Devon’s hand. “Fuck me now.”

  His puppy was wonderfully obedient. Cock already sheathed, Devon set the head to Steven’s greedy opening and, holding Steven’s hips, pressed inside. As he pushed forward, he leaned in over Steven until that heavy body was draped over his back, pressing him into the mattress. It was heaven!

  Devon slid his arms up under Steven’s shoulders, hugging the pillow with him. His breath ghosted behind Steven’s right ear. “God, Steven.” He moaned, rocking his hips into the man underneath him.

  Said man whimpered shamelessly, thrilled at being pinned. He bit his lip
as Devon slowly started to grind, that gorgeous cock nailing the gland his untutored fingers couldn’t find. Steven’s cock brushed the rumpled sheets beneath him, sorely neglected, but not the focus of his desire at that particular moment. Right then, he wanted to enjoy Devon over him and inside him. He pried a hand from the pillow and reached back to curl it around Devon’s neck, drinking in the heat of that body, soaking up the sweat that started to pool between them as Devon shifted to try those slow thrusts from a slightly different angle.

  “Steven.” He murmured more, mostly Steven’s name, but also the word “love.” Steven gasped, moaning, rocking back. He twisted his neck, capturing Devon’s lips to swallow the endearments pouring forth. And still Devon thrust inside him.

  He knew when excitement began to erode Devon’s control and let himself be caught up in the heated wave. Growling, Devon braced himself up on his elbows, fixed his knees between Steven’s, and picked up speed and strength. Where his thrusts had been shallow, now they were deep, building Steven’s need to match his own. Unable to deny himself any longer, Steven reached down to pull at his own cock, matching Devon’s rhythm, knowing neither of them was far away from the brink.

  Devon fell first, his thrusts grown ragged, his breathing punctuated with helpless almost-mewls. “Steven!” he cried out, just as nature took him, swelling his cock, spilling his seed into the condom. In tune with him, Steven let himself feel it, let himself go, spurting over his own hand and the sheets beneath him, on a cry filled with Devon’s name.

  Devon collapsed over Steven’s back, his cock still inside Steven as his weight once again pressed the smaller man into the mattress. Strong arms surrounded Steven again, and breathless kisses covered the back of his neck and shoulders. “I love you, Steven.”

  Such honest words, willingly spilled over Steven’s heated skin. Words he’d yet to give a response.

  He reached back, combing his fingers in Devon’s sweaty hair to draw him forward. Twisting, he did his best to meet those puppy dog eyes. “I love you, too.”

  Epilogue

  Steven had to laugh at the look on Devon’s face. “Don’t like it?”

  Devon blinked, slowly chewing. “It’s not even sweet.”

  Steven sucked clotted cream from his own thumb. “Not exactly.”

  Devon picked up the little jar and read the green label that proclaimed Devon Cream. “It’s weird.”

  Steven laughed again, picking up the spoon and snagging the jar from his lover. “You don’t like it.”

  Devon watched him as he smeared some on a chunk of warm, crumbly scone. “I dunno. It’s weird.”

  “English food can be weird,” Steven admitted. Chuckling, he met Devon’s gaze and stuck the treat between his lips, taking his time as he let it slip between his teeth. He hummed his appreciation as he chewed, then slowly licked the crumbs from his lips.

  Devon grunted, a small sound, but Steven heard it fine since he was propped over the younger man’s lap. One scone was left on the plate sitting on the firm surface of Devon’s belly. Devon’s half-hard cock lay beside it. Steven had brought in the plate and cream as a different try at foreplay, and it looked like his plan to get laid again was working.

  “You like it,” Devon murmured, watching Steven’s lips.

  “Mmm. Yes, I do.”

  Devon snagged the jar and scooped up some more cream on his finger to taste again. Watching Steven finish off the scone, he scooped another fingerful and held it out. “You like this cream more than mine?”

  Out of the corner of his eye, Steven saw Devon’s cock twitch. “Oh, no.” Grinning, he picked up the plate and set it aside. Only then did he grab Devon’s wrist and bring the finger and the clotted cream to his mouth. He treated the finger to a thorough tongue bath, watching Devon practically purr with contentment. He looked forward to finding all of Devon’s hot spots in what he allowed himself to believe would be a long future together. Letting the wet finger slip from his lips, he lowered himself over Devon’s hips toward a now fully hard cock. “I like your cream much better.”

  About the Author:

  Jet Mykles

  I’m a 38 year old Gemini, college graduate, with a B.F.A. in acting that I’ve never used professionally. Been writing all my life for fun.

  The artwork and the website have been around since 1998 (http://www.jetmykles.com). If you go into the gallery archives, you’ll still see my earliest attempts.

  In 2005, I was finally published! Dream come true for me.

  Now? I just hope I can continue to write and do artwork. It’s really what I enjoy.

  We hope you enjoyed this contemporary novella from Jet Mykles. Jet also enjoys working with paranormal/fantasy characters and settings in her work. Aspen Mountain Press was thrilled when Jet submitted Del Fantasma: Unicorn to the Del Fantasma line.

  It takes a special kind of virgin to bind a unicorn.

  Scott would never have dreamed he was pure of body, heart and soul, but then he had no cause to believe unicorns even existed until he reluctantly drove to Del Fantasma late one night to rescue his stranded brother, Bryan.

  Jack may be a unicorn, but he's he avoids virgins like the plague. The chances of meeting that special type of virgin is slim-to-none in bars like Del Fantasma and he delights in every opportunity to feed his own lusty appetites while he can. After all, a unicorn may be undeniably attracted to virgins but that doesn't mean he has to be one himself.

  Unfortunately for Jack's plans, their bond is instantly formed when he meets Scott. Jack is now Scott's to command. He just has to convince him what he is, something that sounds a lot easier than it is.

  And Bryan? Well, it turns out that their meeting wasn't entirely by chance. Bryan was instructed by a group of vampires to get the two together. Now that he has, can Jack and Scott discover the threat against them and save Bryan in time?

  Del Fantasma: Unicorn is now available at www.AspenMountainPress.com