by Noah Harris
Jon went to the garage, hoping that the door had lifted quietly enough that the younger man hadn’t heard it. As he snuck across the porch Jon glanced into the backyard. He froze. Jon’s mouth slowly dropped open.
Kitty was sleeping in the sunny spot. However, she wasn’t alone. She had a friend – a very large friend. The animal was massive; its coat was covered with dark-ringed splotches, Kitty’s pale gray fur shining against its dark honey and black hued fur.
Jon didn’t realize he had made a sound until the animal turned, dumping Kitty off its side. When the little cat protested, the beast opened golden eyes. When Jon looked back at the moment in the future, he would realize that the large feline’s eyes had widened in shock at seeing him staring from behind the puny screen. Suddenly, that large beast started to bolt toward him, rearing back on its hind legs as it did.
Jon turned away from the strange sight and dashed toward the door into the house. As he reached the door, Jon looked back and saw the large predator finish changing. The large feline was gone, in its place was Charge rushing the last feet toward him. Jon threw open the door and tore inside.
He didn’t make it more than a few feet before the younger man – was he even a man? – was on him.
He’s not supposed to be home till tomorrow night at the earliest! The thought kept repeating in Charge’s head as he wrapped his arms around the fleeing man. Their combined momentum sent them tumbling to the wood floor. Not wanting him hurt, Charge twisted so that he took the brunt of the fall on his shoulder and hip and Jon lay half sprawled across him.
He kept his arms and legs wrapped around the full human's as he struggled. Charge could feel Jon’s heart hammering inside his chest, so he lay quietly as Jon fought and cussed and ranted. Kitty padded into the house through the still open back door. She excitedly padded up to Jon.
Sensing the full human's over-reaction, Charge quickly spoke, “She’s just a cat. Don’t yell at her, she’s happy to see you!”
Jon’s still panicked gaze sliced to Charge’s face but he didn’t scream at the chatty Kitty as she braced her paws against Jon’s shoulder and bumped her head to the full-human’s jaw in way of greeting. The little cat’s happily rumbling purr seemed to sooth the full human. Figuring Jon was already freaked out, and that it couldn’t likely get much worse, Charge added his own chest vibrating purr to Kitty’s.
Jon’s head slowly turned and he stared down at Charge, shock stamped on his features.
“What?” Charge asked lightly. “I am happy to see you too.”
“Y-y-you…” Jon tried to speak.
“I’ll say it quick, like ripping off a bandaid. My father’s family line is apparently that of a shifter family. What you saw outside is my shifted form. I can change into a large jaguar at will. While in that form, I still have the mentality and thought the process of a human. I won’t hurt you, Jon. I can’t say that I would have told you if you hadn’t seen me, because I don’t know. However, that is a moot point now. You saw me. It’s done.”
Kitty bumped her head against Jon’s jaw again. “Yes, hello pretty girl,” Jon murmured while rubbing his chin on her head since the big, whatever he was, underneath Jon had him well and truly restrained.
I’m not awake, Jon thought desperately, I am still asleep in Chicago. Gold eyes blinked up at Jon. Suddenly Jon became very aware of three things. First, there was no way he was still asleep – his present situation was completely beyond the realm of his imagination. Second, Charge was very naked beneath him. Third, there were two large hands underneath the t-shirt Jon wore, and they were not his own hands.
And now he has realized I’m touching him.
“Th-this is too weird,” Jon managed to say, his eyes still wide as he stared down at Charge.
“I’ll give you that, but it isn’t bad, is it?” he watched Jon mull that question over. While the full-human considered, Charge slid his bare legs down Jon’s denim covered ones. When his feet brushed Jon’s, Charge was both surprised and relieved to find Jon had been wearing flip-flops.
Charge undulated his hips and purred, knowing that the movement and the feel of the vibrations threw Jon off. When the older man scowled down at him, Charge smiled. For the first time, he didn’t bother hiding his fangs. Jon’s eyes widened.
Okay – those are really big…fangs. And, wow! He’s hard. Jon felt Charge’s hard flesh arching between them. He couldn’t help the surge of lust that shot through him at the feel of the younger man’s erection.
“Charge,” Jon began.
“I missed you,” Charge purred, ducking his head to nuzzle his face against Jon’s jaw, much the way Kitty had. “Will you promise to pet me, not slug me if I let you go.”
“Charge – ” Jon could hear the whine in his own voice.
“Fine, let me pet you.” Charge said with a wicked smile.
Suddenly the beautiful, not-quite-human rolled Jon beneath him before he released Jon and braced himself on his hands and knees. Charge dipped and set his mouth to Jon’s. Jon felt those fangs catch against his lower lip as Charge sucked it into his mouth.
Charge dropped to his elbows so that his hands were free to grasp Jon’s jaw. He held the full human's mouth in place and pressed his lips against Jon’s. Charge felt Jon flinch, unsure; he kissed the older man with a series of kisses. Press – retreat – press – retreat. Until, finally, Jon parted his lips and allow Charge access to his mouth. Allowing him to slide his tongue inside and taste him. Charge tilted Jon’s head to the right as his went left angling their mouths so that he could delve yet deeper into the moist heat.
Several minutes passed. Charge felt Jon’s body slowly relax beneath him. Finally, he felt the hesitant play of Jon’s tongue against his own. The feeling of Jon against him was addictive, heightening the burning need inside of him that he had been striving to ignore.
As Charge kissed him devotedly, Jon knew that he was in trouble. This was not the sweet kiss of curiosity, nor was it the typical horny rush of a man that would only be looking for a one-time thing. The only thing Jon was sure of was that Charge would sink him beneath the waves of the incredibly tempting sensation he could feel sparking up and down his nerves.
Jon knew he could squeeze twice and Charge would get off him regardless of the heavily bobbing shaft Jon felt between them. Instead, his hands fluttered to land on Charge’s broad, toned shoulders. At his touch, a purr resonated in Charge’s chest; feeling it, Jon slid one hand up to fist in the curling, multi-colored locks of hair. With the slight tug of Jon’s hand in that hair a low growl rumbled through Charge’s chest.
Knowing that the throaty growl was in response to him bolstered Jon’s confidence. He wondered if the feeling, the burning need that transcended momentary physical pleasure was what he had been looking for all those years ago. If it was what his subconscious and body had been waiting for to reawaken and come alive for the first time since that fateful moment he had had a sense of sexual attraction for another person.
Thinking of the moment, Jon could say with absolute confidence, now that he had it in his hands; he wasn’t prepared to turn it away. He wasn’t going to run no matter how strange the moment and his partner was – now that he had calmed down, Jon knew that regardless of Charge’s bizarre ability, the younger man wouldn’t hurt him. So, Jon would ride the tempest and hope for forever as he couldn’t imagine another person touching him.
Charge pulled back from the kiss, and his eyes glinted like molten gold. His eyes were primal, predatory eyes.
“Bed.” The word was more implied in the thick growling baritone than it was articulated. Before Jon could agree or suggest the floor as good enough, Charge gripped him by the shoulders, and hauled Jon upright as he surged to his feet.
Charge considered just lifting Jon and carrying him, but instead hauled him into the hall, to Jon’s door, and through it into the room. Jon’s eyes widened when Charge lifted him off the ground and bodily tossed him onto the bed. Charge considered the worn jeans and plai
n blue t-shirt Jon wore and smiled. He watched the full human's eyes widen at the sight of his claws extending. Careful to not put his claws in Jon’s skin, Charge reached out and shredded the shirt, jeans, and the green boxer-briefs he found under the denim, until they lay in ribbons over Jon’s body.
The full human’s skin peek-a-booed through the strips and slices. Wanting his hands on that skin, Charge brushed away the remnants of Jon’s clothes with his palms as he stood beside the bed. Jon said nothing about the shredded clothes, instead he stared at Charge’s body and the fully erect cock arching against the hard muscles of his stomach.
As he stared at that massive, commanding shaft of demanding flesh Jon swallowed hard. That is NOT going to fit…no way!
“Yes it will.” Charge replied, reading Jon’s thoughts off of his face.
Smiling, Charge put first one knee on the bed, then the other. He crawled across to straddle Jon, his claws catching on the bedding. Smiling wickedly, Charge sat back on his heels and stared down at Jon’s own cock. Under that golden gaze, Jon felt his body twitch and knew Charge had seen that tell-tale shudder of need and desire.
Charge that took Jon’s arms and arranged them, pressing them high on the bed, “Stay just like that for now,” he murmured, his voice a throaty growl. Charge took a good look at Jon – at the offering of his body – and everything else. Charge knew his white fangs flashed in the light as he smirked and stroked his hands over Jon’s arms, from wrists to shoulders before they started drifting lower.
Jon could feel the light scrape of Charge’s claws over his skin; astoundingly, he wasn’t worried. Maybe it was the eruption of the desperate need he had denied himself all these years or some subconscious knowledge, but he confident that Charge wouldn’t cause injury with the lethal weapons he was using to tease Jon’s heated skin. Honestly, if anything, Jon was more worried about the very large cock he felt brushing against his thigh. He couldn’t imagine that thing fitting easily anywhere.
Charge was careful as he used his claws to tease Jon’s sensitive flesh. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled as much as he was in the last few minutes and his smirk broadened into and out-and-out grin when Jon squirmed beneath him as his claws tweaked the full human’s flat nipples. Judging by the squirming, Jon hadn’t realized that men could be sensitive there too.
Jon started to shift his arms from above his head, so Charge reached up and held them firm against the plush bedding as he continued to stroke and trace the lines of muscle on Jon’s chest with palms and claws. Charge relished the way Jon shifted his hips beneath him, working to find a position that would relieve some of the pressure in his swelling loins.
“I thought I told you to stay,” Charge teased.
“Fuck that,” Jon snarled up at him causing Charge to lean down and carefully nip the sensitive skin of Jon’s neck just beneath his ear. Charge could feel the way Jon tensed beneath him, the way the tension between them became suddenly thicker.
“Mmm, liked that, did you?” Charge repeated the soft bite, drawing a thick moan from the full human's throat. He traced Jon’s neck with soft bites, when he got to the junction of Jon’s neck and shoulder, Charge bit a little harder, less concerned about leaving a mark that could not be concealed, easily pulling a choked cry from Jon.
Purring, Charge drifted lower, his lips traced over Jon’s chest and he scattered love bites and soothing laps of his tongue over Jon’s nipples, and across the older man’s ribs. When Charge reached the rippling muscles of Jon’s belly, he allowed his hands to drift down the path that his mouth had taken. When his hands caught up with his mouth, he then slid them down Jon’s sides, briefly squeezing his hips before stroking further. Charge lightly traced his claws over the clenching muscles of Jon’s thighs.
Charge nibbled and licked his way across the rippling valley of Jon’s abs, he shifted his legs from framing Jon’s to keep him still on the bed, to wedging between them. He forced them wide, catching Jon’s knees over his own thighs, splaying them so Jon couldn’t shift and close his legs unconsciously.
“Wait…” Jon began, yet when Charge glanced up at him Jon was a bit frozen – unsure. To help him decide, Charge finally grasped the cock that he could feel throbbing against his wrist. Jon groaned, his head fell back to toss side to side and Charge stroked the hard length of his cock before reaching further down to fondle the tender sack beneath. Charge palmed and manipulated Jon’s balls between his fingers until the full human was panting and moaning in time with the caresses.
“Please,” Jon finally gasped.
“What do you want Jon?” Considering the man’s past, Charge knew that Jon needed to say, explicitly what he wanted. It was necessary for what was happening between them to be a mutual decision. He had to choose what was happening – Charge refused to rush Jon through his need.
“I need to come,” Jon’s voice broke; his breathing was ragged as he tried to arch his hips more firmly into Charge’s delicate stroking and teasing. A flush riding high on Jon’s cheeks, washed down his neck as he spoke.
Charge smiled, it was a good first step. “And how are you going to get there, Jon? With my hand?” Charge brought his other hand up and gave Jon’s cock a firm downward stroke making the full human's eyes go wide as a desperate gasp escaped him. “Or with my mouth?” To punctuate that suggestion, Charge bent and flicked his tongue over the weeping head of Jon’s twitching shaft before taking the hyper-sensitive flesh deep into his mouth.
“Ooh,” the thick moan escaped Jon’s lips as his one of his fists knotted in the coverlet beneath him, while the other hand flew forward, found Charge’s head and his fingers fisted in Charge’s long hair.
“Answer me, Jon – which do you want?” He purred against Jon’s burning skin. Charge heard the murmured answer clearly, but he insisted Jon repeat it. “What was that?”
“Mouth… Your mouth…” Jon’s next words strangled in his throat as Charge lowered his head and took the length of Jon’s cock into his mouth. He slid it along his tongue until the head hit his throat. With Jon’s cock completely sheathed in his mouth Charge then worked his throat, pulsing the suction over the head and swirling his tongue over the base of the shaft.
It didn’t take long – a couple of minutes of working his lips on Jon’s flesh. Pumping his mouth up and down; pulsing the suction on the sensitive head; flicking his tongue – all while fondling Jon’s balls in a tight courter-rhythm to the playing of his mouth and Jon arched hard beneath him. He dug both hands into Charge’s hair, his blunt nails scraping against Charge’s scalp as he cried out and arched hard, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Charge lifted away as Jon panted, distracted by his first experience of that pleasure. He smiled as he slicked the fingers of one hand.
Jon lay there, his chest heaving with each breath, as Charge straightened. Jon was shocked as he felt his erection recovering. He could feel the hot slick of fluid dripping down his length and wet slide of it slipping lower. As he slowly came back to himself, Jon realized that he was feeling Charge’s fingers helping it to slide farther down, beneath his testicles. Eyes wide, Jon jerked as he felt the younger man’s fingers playing around his ass.
“Easy,” Charge soothed, the growl in his voice rippled through the air between them.
Jon worried his lower lip, his body board stiff as he felt Charge probing his anus with a finger. Charge sighed at the tightness – and while he continued to probe he reached up and fondled Jon’s balls and quickly hardening cock once more. Jon gasped when Charge stroked his thumb around the rim of the incredibly sensitive head of his shaft. When his hips arched insistently, Jon realized that Charge had managed to distract him.
Suddenly Jon realized how much the knowing caresses had distracted him when he felt Charge’s finger plunge deep. There was a faint burning as the tight opening was forced to accept Charge’s invasion. He would have tensed in re-lived terror, but Charge leaned forward and soothingly set his lips to Jon’s.
“
Put your hands on me,” Charge insisted. “What is the only thing you have to do, to get me to stop?”
Jon’s jaw trembled, but he forced the words between his lips, “Squeeze twice,” he gasped.
“That’s right.”
As Charge kept up his fondling of Jon’s tender flesh and nuzzling his lips against Jon’s – the vague burning became easily ignored. Charge kept stroking his finger in and out. The sensations were overwhelming, Charge’s lips, the taste of what Jon realized was himself of the other man’s tongue, the way each of his hands stroked and sought to please. The kiss seemed to go on forever as Charge continued to carefully stretch Jon’s ass.
Charge pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at Jon. “Look at me,” he demanded. Jon took his time, but finally met his gaze. When Jon’s eyes finally met with his own, Charge asked the question that could bring everything to a screeching halt, “You sure? Do you want this ,Jon?” as he spoke, Charge knew that his fangs were fully out, as they kept catching on his lower lip. “There’ll be no turning back – so you need to tell me that you are sure.”
“I would be fighting you if I didn’t want this,” he managed to gasp out hoping that Charge would take his words for the consent that they were.
Jon reached down and gripped the younger man’s thighs as he arched against Charge’s probing fingers. Charge’s eyes narrowed at the gesture, before an answering smile spread across his face.
“It would be easier on you if I flipped you over,” Charge whispered as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Jon’s ear. “But,” he continued, “I am feeling greedy – I want to watch your face as you come again, only this time with my cock deep inside of you.” Jon knew his face flushed at Charge’s graphic fantasy – a moment later, he was too shocked by the feeling of Charge’s cock tucking against the place where his fingers still probed.