Pack War [City Wolves 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by JC Holly

  “And you want me to come with you.”

  “I do.”

  “I’ve never been further than the state limits, you know.”

  Farrell nodded, a smile on his lips. “I know.”

  “And I’m not much into the wolf lifestyle.”

  “I know that, too. Maybe this would bring you over to my side of the fence.”

  Victor chewed at his lip. “I need to think about it.” Farrell’s face fell. “It’s not that I don’t want to be around you. Far from it. I love being around you. It’s just that I’m not sure about travelling. It’s not something I’ve done before.”

  Farrell’s smile returned. “Well it’s not going to happen any time soon, by the looks of things. There’s no rush. Although I will point out that many months away with me means more sex than you can possibly imagine.”

  Victor laughed. “Now that is tempting. Still, I need to think.”

  “Sure. No pressure whatsoever.” Farrell pointed to the bar as it appeared over the crest of the hill. “Wallets, date, coffee. That’s today’s plan. The rest will come when it comes.”

  * * * *

  The movie theatre’s selection for that afternoon was somewhat lacking. They arrived to find they had a choice between a low-budget thriller and some sappy romantic blockbuster. Being manly men, they decided upon the thriller, then headed to the back seats so they could smooch.

  Victor paid for the tickets, popcorn, and excessive amount of candy, so Farrell said he’d pay for the coffee afterward. Given Farrell’s bad shoulder, Victor carried the food, and even opened the doors for Farrell. Lesser men might have taken offense, but Farrell was more than secure in his masculinity. Besides, his shoulder was bloody killing him.

  “Damn bullets,” he muttered, as they settled into their seats at the back of the theatre. “Why do they have to be so painful?”

  “They wouldn’t be so discouraging if they gave spontaneous orgasms instead.”

  “True.” He wiggled in his seat in a futile attempt to get comfy. “Though I’d be more approving of gun ownership.”

  Victor winked and placed the popcorn on the armrest between them. The theatre was practically deserted. Other than them, there were less than a half dozen patrons, and all were down near the screen. They practically had the place to themselves.

  The movie started in the usual thriller fashion. Someone or other had planted a bomb somewhere, and the cop and his feisty sidekick, both with tortured pasts, of course, had to track it down before something vital exploded. The protagonists would probably end up in bed at some point, too.

  Farrell had seen pretty much every movie plot played out a dozen times over the decades, and he’d long ago gotten to the point of not caring. As long as there were explosions and the chance of full-frontal nudity he was happy.

  Victor seemed less pleased.

  “Not enjoying the grade-F entertainment?” Farrell said before throwing some popcorn into his mouth.

  “It’s not that.” He rubbed at his bandage. “Damn thing is itching like crazy.”

  “That means it’s healing. In my book that’s a pretty good thing.”

  Victor smirked. “You and your crazy logic. I need to pee. Back in a minute.”

  Farrell nodded and watched the man, or more accurately his ass, head to the lobby. Damn, the man was pretty. With a bit of luck they’d have a little fun later on, despite their injuries. As the doors swung shut again, his gaze dropped to the popcorn. Speaking of fun…

  Victor reappeared five minutes later, bearing more candy. He dropped down beside Farrell and placed the candy on the armrest. He nodded to the bucket of popcorn that now sat squarely on Farrell’s lap.

  “Hungry, are we?”

  Farrell shrugged and plucked a piece from the top. “Little bit.”

  Victor smirked and reached over. “Did I miss anyth—”

  He cut off midsentence as his fingers met the tip of Farrell’s cock, hidden inside the popcorn thanks to a hastily made hole in the bottom of the bucket. Victor laughed and squeezed Farrell’s cockhead.

  “What are we, seventeen?”

  Farrell grinned. “In my defense, when I was seventeen we didn’t have popcorn. Or movies. Or electricity, come to that.”

  “Oh, I’m not complaining.” Victor reached a little farther into the bucket and began to stroke Farrell’s shaft, knocking popcorn out of the bucket in the process. “You’re a crazy guy, you know that?”

  “Guilty as charged.” He leant back in the chair. “Better punish me.”

  Victor waggled his eyebrows and went to work, massaging Farrell’s cock slowly as he kept one eye on the theatre. He needn’t have bothered, as the place was deserted, but apparently he was newer to public vulgarity than Farrell was.

  “Not done much stuff in public, then?” he asked.

  “Almost nothing,” Vic said, his gaze still scanning the room. “I’m already seeing the appeal, though.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” Farrell shifted his hips. “Faster. We can take our time tonight.”

  Victor slowed. “Say pretty please.”

  Farrell raised an eyebrow. “Pretty please, with sugar on top.”

  “There’s a good boy.”

  He laughed. “Just make me come or else.”

  Victor stopped. “Or else what? Hmm?”

  “Or else I won’t put out tonight.”

  He grinned. “Oh, in that case…”

  Farrell groaned aloud as Victor tore the bucket away and dropped his mouth over Farrell’s cock. He bobbed his head fast, taking in as much length as he could, his hand working the rest as his tongue ran up and down the shaft. It wasn’t long before Farrell felt his balls tighten, and a second later he came hard into Victor’s mouth. Victor kept his head buried in Farrell’s lap as he worked every last drop of cum from Farrell’s cock, then slowly pulled up and away.

  Farrell let out a long breath and quickly readjusted his pants as someone walked through the theatre doors and headed down the center aisle.

  “Well, that was more fun than the movie,” he said.

  “Definitely.” Victor licked at his lips. “Bit salty, though.”

  “I suggest we ditch this place and grab some coffee.”

  “Oh? Not enjoying it?”

  “It’s not that.” Farrell reached over and brushed the bulge in Victor’s pants. “The sooner we leave, though, the sooner we get to somewhere with a bed.”

  * * * *

  Victor led Farrell to a little coffee spot near the movie theater. It wasn’t fancy, but the coffee was great and didn’t cost the earth. What more could a guy want?

  As they settled around a small table inside, a server brought a small menu over. Victor ordered a regular coffee and a sandwich, and Farrell decided on an espresso and a Danish.

  “In a hurry, are we?” Vic said.

  “Whatever gives you that idea?” Farrell said with a grin. “I’m just not that hungry.”

  “Suuure.” Victor sat back in his chair. “So, what’s the big appeal to spending half your time”—he glanced around at the other patrons—“out in nature, if you know what I mean.”

  Farrell smiled. “I guess I’ve always been an earthy kind of guy. Where I grew up, we didn’t have many modern amenities. Not even running water. Nature was something you worked with, rather than against. If you didn’t treat it right, you suffered. It’s always stuck with me, I guess.”

  Victor nodded. It made a lot of sense. Where he’d grown up with heat, light, TVs, and radios, Farrell had probably spent half his childhood chopping logs and trying not to die from starvation.

  “What was it like, back then?”

  Farrell shrugged, then swore. “Bloody shoulder. It was hard, from what I remember. Long walk to get water every morning, never eating enough. When I read history books, they tell me it was a tough time for Ireland, with England trying to take control, but I don’t remember any of that, other than being told to stay away from the soldiers. The change sharpened my
memory, but only to things that happened after.”

  “A bit different from my childhood,” Victor said. “The hardest part of my day was deciding which shoes to wear to school.”

  Farrell grinned. “True. You youngins don’t know how good you’ve got it.”

  “We should head out into the hills someday. Go for a walk, I mean, not…” Vic woofed under his breath. “Maybe you can awaken my latent love of the wilderness or something.”

  “That’d be fun. It’d be nice to have a regular partner when I go on my trips into the woods, too. Maybe you’ll get to that point if I play it right.”

  Victor shrugged. “Maybe. It’s not that I’m averse to the whole thing. I just don’t enjoy it as much as others. Maybe I just need the right company.”

  Their food and drinks arrived, and they made small talk about future plans while they ate. They both avoided the issue of the pack war as much as they could. Partly because they were in public, and partly because this was their time, damn it. That’s how Victor felt, anyway. The war would still be there after the date. They both had their cell phones switched on, too, just in case. Other than that though, no mentions were made.

  Victor put his coffee down and eyed Farrell as he finished off his Danish. The moment he was done, his eyes flicked over to the waitress.

  “Admiring her ass, or waiting for the check?”

  Farrell waggled his eyebrows. “I can’t do both?”

  “I know I couldn’t,” Victor said. “Women do nothing for me.”

  “Ah, you’re missing out. The advantage to bisexuality is I get twice as many asses to stare at.”

  “As long as mine’s the only one you grab, that’s fine with me.”

  “Oh, of course,” Farrell said. “I’m a one-ass guy.”

  “And a mighty fine one it is, too.”

  He grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

  “Like it?” Victor leaned closed and murmured into Farrell’s ear. “I want to fuck it.”

  Farrell’s eyes lit up. “Is that a fact?”

  “Mm hm. I want to throw you on the floor and slide my cock so far inside you that I can’t tell where you end and I start. I don’t think I can even wait till we get back to your place…”

  “You know, there’s a hotel nearby,” Farrell said, as he slipped a hand up Victor’s thigh and squeezed his stiffening crotch.

  Victor tried not to react, given there were people all around. “Sounds like a plan.”

  “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”

  Victor straightened again, folded his arms and shrugged nonchalantly. “The check, mostly. Once that’s here, w—”

  “Waitress!”

  Chapter Ten

  While Victor booked the room in the nearby hotel, Farrell headed off to a nearby pharmacist to grab supplies.

  The hotel was as swanky as Farrell was eager to get into one of the bedrooms. Just the reception area was larger than Victor’s entire apartment, and decorated with much more class. Though Victor would take his big-screen TV over a complimentary mint on the pillow any day.

  He leaned back with his elbows on the counter while he waited for Farrell to reappear. A porter walked past and smiled.

  “Need anything, sir?”

  Victor shook his head. “Just waiting for my partner.”

  “Oh, no problem.” The man gestured to Victor’s neck. “What happened? Uh, if you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Dog bite.” It was sort of the truth.

  “Ouch. How’d he get you up there?”

  “I was at his level at the time.”

  The porter nodded and wandered toward the elevator. “Be safe, sir.”

  “Wish I had the choice,” Victor murmured to himself.

  There had been no news from Ethan or Avani since they’d left Sandy’s house that morning. Hopefully that meant that there was nothing to report, rather than that Ethan was trying to handle it without bothering them.

  Victor rubbed at his neck and growled at the pain. He hated feeling useless, and that’s what he was. He could still handle himself in a fist fight, but if he shifted to his wolf form, it could do all sorts of damage to his neck. No doubt Farrell felt the same with his shoulder.

  “Speak of the devil,” he said as Farrell jogged through the glass doors of the hotel’s entrance.

  “That’s not the first time I’ve been called that,” the man said with a grin. “What’s the room number?”

  “508. Bit eager, are we?”

  “Maybe.” Farrell grabbed Victor’s crotch and squeezed. “Get in that damn elevator.”

  Victor laughed and headed to the steel doors and tapped the call button. A minute later the doors slid open and they stepped into the empty elevator. As the doors closed Victor turned to Farrell and kissed him hard, slipping his tongue between the man’s willing lips. Farrell wrapped his good arm around Victor’s waist and pulled him close as the pair kissed almost viciously.

  Victor shifted his hips and ground his stiffening cock against Farrell’s leg. God, he wanted to be inside him that instant. Farrell moaned into the kiss, and Victor ground harder, pulling Farrell closer still with his hand on the man’s ass.

  They broke as the door pinged, and stepped out onto the fifth floor. Their room was only a few doors down, but it seemed like a mile. Victor forced himself to take a few deep breaths. This wouldn’t work. If he kept this same pace, he’d be done before he even got his pants off. And he wanted this time to last. He wanted it to be something special.

  Farrell certainly wasn’t helping. His hand hadn’t left Victor’s crotch for the entirety of the short walk to the door, and as soon as they were inside he started to strip. Victor laughed and helped him with his pants, then gestured to the bed.

  “Not so fast, though. I want to take my time.”

  Farrell raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not one to complain about extended pleasure. Just, uh, don’t take too much time. You wouldn’t believe how horny I am.”

  “That a fact? I never would’ve known.” Victor pulled his shirt over his head. “I mean, you were the picture of calm. Right from the moment you practically sprinted to the pharmacist, up until the way you led me by the cock to the front door.”

  “And which of us started the kiss, hmm?”

  He held up his hands. “Okay, you’ve got me on that one.”

  Farrell grinned as he slid his boxer shorts off and flicked them aside with a foot. He was already hard, his cockhead huge and practically throbbing. Farrell gripped his cock and slowly started to stroke its length. Victor stood and watched him, words suddenly escaping him. Damn, he loved watched a good-looking man play with himself.

  “So,” Farrell said. “What are you planning to do to me?”

  Victor’s cock twinged at the words. “Well, since you’re not so flexible right now, what with the hole in your shoulder, I was thinking I’d lie you down and do all the work.”

  “Yeah?” Farrell’s hand moved a little quicker on his cock. “I think I like the sound of that. And to be honest, my shoulder is hurting like a bastard.”

  Victor nodded. “I guessed. Even for an oldie like you, a bullet’s gotta sting.”

  “Understatement. Your neck up to it?”

  “I’ll be fine.” Victor moved in close and kissed Farrell on the forehead. “Lie on your front.”

  Farrell did as he was told and lay down, his good arm folded under his head. As Victor stripped off, he took a look at Farrell’s shoulder. It hadn’t bled, thankfully, but he’d still have to take it easy, at least at first.

  He dipped to remove his pants and shorts, then threw them onto the pile of Farrell’s clothes in the corner and climbed onto the bed. Farrell tensed for a split second as Victor kissed him softly on the neck, then relaxed again. Slowly Victor worked his way down Farrell’s taut torso, paying attention to each and every curve of musculature.

  His body was a testament to his long, active life. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere that Victor could see. He
ran his hands over Farrell’s good shoulder and squeezed at the firm flesh.

  “You’re perfect,” he muttered.

  “Apart from the hole in me,” Farrell said.

  “That’ll heal, and then there’s just the perfect left.”

  Farrell shifted slightly and let out a breath, but didn’t reply. Victor worked his hands lower, onto the man’s sides, as he continued to kiss his way down Farrell’s spine. As he approached the small of his back, he ran his fingers over Farrell’s ass cheeks. They were just as firm as the rest of him.

  The bag from the pharmacy was just to his side, and he reached over and pulled out a small lube bottle and flipped the cap. Farrell turned his head slightly, but didn’t speak as Victor dropped some lube onto his fingers. He put the bottle to one side and turned back to Farrell’s ass. Slowly, he pushed one fingertip against the tight ring of muscle, waiting for Farrell to relax. Farrell moaned softly as Victor’s finger slipped inside him. He began to slip it in and out, then moved to two fingers once Farrell was ready.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” he said.

  “Just you wait,” Victor said as he pushed deeper inside. “This is just the warm-up.”

  “I’m warm already,” Farrell said.

  “Yeah?” Victor pulled his fingers free and moved up Farrell’s body. “How about you say please?”

  He pushed his hips forward until his hard cock rested against Farrell’s ass cheek. Farrell squirmed to try and position his asshole under it, but Victor moved away again.

  “Nuh-uh, not till you say please.”

  “Please,” Farrell hissed.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck my ass.” He tried to squirm again. “I can’t wait much longer.”

  Victor lowered his head and kissed Farrell on the neck. “Since you asked so nicely…”

  Reaching down and to the side, he found the lube bottle again, then rubbed a good amount onto his aching cock, before guiding it toward Farrell’s ass. He felt so tight that Victor wasn’t sure he’d fit inside. He pushed gently, his cockhead resting against the ring of muscle, then slipping inside a short way. Farrell groaned in response and relaxed further, letting Victor slide farther in.