Things that Go Bump in the Night

by BA Tortuga

  The play became toothy, both of them working, stretching, vying to end up on top. They pressed together, and the cloth between them became intolerable suddenly. It had to go. Someone was wearing too many clothes.

  Good thing it wasn’t him.

  Thayne’s clothes tore with a snarl, the sound zipping along his nerves. Excellent.

  “Hey! What if I liked my pants?” Thayne wasn’t fighting him, though. No, indeed. Thayne was playing sexy kitty.

  “You forgot to mention it. Not my fault.”

  “Uh-huh. C’mere.” Yanking him close enough to share skin, Thayne kissed him. Hard.

  Julian blinked, everything stopping for a heartbeat. Two.

  Then the whole world of sensation rushed back in at him, Thayne’s lips firm and hot on his. The kiss went on until his ears rang. He spread and arched, bucking into Thayne’s strength.

  “More. More, honey.” Thayne was greedy, almost violent. It was more erotic than anything Julian could remember.

  “Yeah.” He snarled, happy and horny, nails dragging down Thayne’s side.

  Biting against his skin, Thayne shoved at him until he was on his back on the floor, big body pressing down on him. His tail would be lashing madly at this point. His prick was full enough that he ached, every nerve in his body screaming for more, for sensation.

  It was like the best fucking hunt ever.

  Panting, Thayne dragged his legs wide, rubbing against him madly, heated flesh all but burning him. Yeah. Oh, more.

  The room lost its color, the feline in him right under his skin, his muscles jerking with the ferocity of it.

  “Now?” He could feel Thayne nudging at his hole, the blunt head of Thayne’s cock spreading him, opening him.

  “Now.” Julian leaned up, biting at Thayne’s shoulder as he bore down, the burn fucking perfect.

  Surging into him, Thayne moaned, forcing him to the limit of what he could take. Thick, so thick and hot and firm.

  He held on, claws digging in as they slammed together. His balls drew up as Thayne’s teeth found his ear, the sting almost fucking perfect.

  “Oh fuck.” Thayne moved faster and faster, growling for him, the sound moving through his whole body.

  “Yes. Yes. Harder.” Was that his voice? Fuck.

  “Yeah.” Thayne gave him what he asked for, faster, deeper. Everything he could want. The burn inside him was almost too much, almost too big.

  He reached down, fingers wrapping around his cock and squeezing.

  Wide, bright eyes met his, Thayne looking almost amazed, dazed. “Yeah. Touch. Oh fuck.”

  “Uh. Uh-huh.” He squeezed again, his ass clamping down on that amazing cock, his belly rock-hard.

  “Shit!” Thayne bucked for him, the cock in his ass throbbing, spilling heat and wet into him, filling him deeper than he could remember.

  It only took one rough stroke, all the way down to the base and then back up, before he lost it, seed pouring right on out of him, white-hot and wild.

  Slumping against him, Thayne covered him like a blanket, breathing against his neck. “That was it. I needed that.”

  All he could do was purr in response, toes curling and uncurling lazily.

  Laughing, Thayne scented his cheeks, licking the corner of his mouth. “Not much for babbling during sex, are you? Hope I didn’t talk too much.”

  He moaned happily, chasing that mouth. “It’s fascinating. Quite fascinating.”

  “Yeah. I bet you love a cop who does a little pillow talk.” Thayne gave him what he wanted, kissing him like Thayne meant it.

  Actually, he found pillow talk amazing; the fact that Thayne might tell him something useful was only a bonus.

  Thayne was something of a snuggler too, curling up on top of him and moaning happily. “I knew you’d be worth the trouble.”

  He was screwed.

  Bone-deep.

  Damn.

  JESUS. WHAT was he thinking?

  Oh, who was he kidding? Thayne knew exactly what he’d been thinking with, and there was no end in sight. Taking Julian to a skeezy hotel hadn’t gotten the man out of Thayne’s system. No, sir, it had just sunk Julian right under his skin.

  They’d moved to the bed, both of them ready to nap like the big cats they were, and Thayne had woken up curled around Julian, holding on like he knew his fascinating cat burglar would slip right away.

  Julian’s deep purr rumbled through him, the stubbled cheeks rubbing his shoulders, his throat, marking and scenting him.

  Smiling, Thayne licked at the fine skin of Julian’s shoulder, the musky taste and smell filling his senses. They smelled like really good sex. They needed to do it again. Soon.

  He mapped the lean body, the muscles ropy under his hands. Slinky kitty. This one was built for speed and tricks, not power. It was like Julian had designed his body to do exactly what he needed, no more or less. Thayne found it fascinating.

  His fingers slid over the small of Julian’s back, and he chuckled as the man arched, yowling softly, the cat so close to the surface. Thayne scratched, letting his nails dig in a little, just like he would scratch the base of a house cat’s tail. Look at those muscles twitch and push. Those fingers dug in, rolling against his back, the little pants tickling the shit out of his throat.

  “Mmm.” Thayne purred, rubbing, stretching, needing more contact. His cock hardened fast, just a hot rush of blood and need.

  The panting breaths turned into licks and laps, the rough tongue making his skin tingle. Wiggling, he got Julian’s mouth into better position, right over the pulse in his neck. Yeah. Surely the guy could feel his heart beat.

  Oh, he felt that purr all the way down into his bones, Julian’s tongue slapping his vein, over and over. Yeah. He felt it deep, tugging at his cock, and he arched, pushing into Julian’s warmth. Damn.

  “Mmm. Pretty.” The word was trilled, the sound amazing.

  “You are.” Honestly, Julian was the pretty one. Sleek, beautiful.

  “Could eat you up.” His neck got a sharp, toothy nibble.

  “Anytime.” They could eat each other. Now that was a nice thought.

  “Is now good for you?” Another bite and fuck it felt good.

  “Very. Very good. Let me just scoot around.” Thayne wanted to taste too, so he turned, licking along Julian’s thigh.

  “Mmm.” There was a long scar along one leg, old and almost silver, starting at one knee and ending near the heavy balls.

  “What happened here?” he asked, trailing his fingers along the scar.

  “I zigged where I should have zagged, and I took a blade in the thigh. It put a cramp in my style for a while.”

  “I bet.” Unless Julian was very different from him, the wound had been bad if it didn’t heal quickly.

  “It happens. I’m sure you find that out, in your line of work.”

  “No shit. I get shot at more than you’d think.”

  “Well, just think… I haven’t shot at you a single time.” Bastard.

  “Not yet, anyway.” He smiled, nosing along the inside of Julian’s thigh, getting them back on track.

  “Mmm. There’s a time and place for….” Julian arched a little, voice going all rumbly.

  “Everything.” He licked just under Julian’s balls, lifting them with his tongue.

  “Oh. Uh-huh. Ev-everything.” Someone liked that.

  Thayne licked again, the scent flooding him, deep and earthy. The taste was good too, so he did it again.

  Julian nuzzled his cock, rough tongue teasing the tip.

  “Uhn.” Thayne rocked his hips, trying to get more, even as he sucked at the loose skin of Julian’s sac. Wasn’t loose for long.

  “You’re one dangerous bastard. It can’t be good for business.” He heard the words a second before his cock was sucked right in.

  His eyes rolled back, and any clever response he might be able to make was blotted out by that sweet suction. Thayne figured the best thing to do was swallow Julian right down.

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sp; He felt it when Julian groaned, felt it all around his prick, vibrating and buzzing, hot as hell. Moaning a little himself, Thayne licked under the head of Julian’s cock, sucking all the way back down after. Yeah. God.

  Every single touch he made was echoed by Julian’s mouth, making it feel like he was kind of sucking himself, like he was driving them both.

  It was damned freaky, but hellacious good too. A man could get spoiled. Thayne sucked harder, reaching up to stroke the skin behind Julian’s balls.

  Oh fuck. That touch brushed his skin.

  His balls drew up, and he had to pull back to take a deep breath. Then he pushed back down and licked all the way. Damn.

  “Fuck.” The word echoed before his cock was swallowed.

  They both pulled firmly, lips sealed tight, tongues working. The sounds they made were insanely erotic.

  He’d never had someone follow him so close, keep him so on edge. Julian’s touches matched his, every so often leading, just a little, just enough. He was going crazy, his whole body aching, flushed, needing. It was damned hot.

  Then Julian shocked him, claws dragging down his thighs, stinging. Driving him to jerk, hump into that hot mouth. Thayne moaned around Julian’s cock, barely keeping himself from biting, his hips sawing back and forth. So close. He was so close.

  Julian’s balls drew up, went tight against Thayne’s chin, and he felt the low groan all around his cock.

  He squeezed Julian’s balls one more time, a little harder than before, wanting the man with him. He was going to blow. Now.

  Bitter, salty heat poured into his lips, Julian jerking, humping his face.

  Thayne came like a ton of bricks, his cock jerking madly. He held Julian’s balls with one hand, sinking the other into Julian’s thick hair.

  That purr kept his orgasm going and going, Julian’s pleasure echoing in him.

  Finally they slumped to the bed, both of them panting, their hands lax on each other’s skin. They smelled like heat and sex, and Thayne wanted to stay right there a long time.

  His hip got nuzzled, the low purrs filling the air before they became strong, steady snores. Laughing, Thayne crawled up and settled in next to one very happy kitty. They could nap a little while.

  Even if there was a good probability that this time Julian would be gone when he woke up.

  HE NEEDED to get out.

  Really.

  Soon.

  Now.

  Julian stretched, reaching up far enough that his back popped, his loose sweats sliding down his hips.

  Out. Out hunting. Playing.

  He started running the stairs, up and down, up and down, muscles warming, panting on his third trip.

  He lost his shirt on the fourth trip, his sweats on six.

  By trip nine he’d shifted, the wood clacking under his claws.

  The temptation was huge to run upstairs, up to the roof, bound out into the night and explore.

  His mind told him, over and over, to stay inside, to control himself. That the police officer was out there, in the city, and had his scent.

  His body had him climbing up into the windowsill, staying in the shadows, panting as he breathed in all the amazing scents.

  The night felt heavy, the humidity high, which held all sorts of noises and smells close to the ground. He leaped across to the oak tree, landing easily before looking to the next roof. He could make that jump. Maybe he shouldn’t, but he could. He was just gathering himself when he smelled it. The deep musk of another cat.

  He spun around, heading back for his house. His lair. His den.

  His.

  He’d made the bottom of the stairs when a heavy and familiar body hit his, rolling him over.

  He snarled, fighting to get to his feet, to get his balance.

  What he got was a nose full of fur, Thayne rubbing against him, tail curling down against his. Thayne. How on earth…?

  He found himself rubbing back, searching for that heady, male scent. Thayne. Thayne.

  Thayne chuffed, cheek pressing against his. Then his sexy kitty jumped off him and ran, stopping at the tree to look back at him.

  Play.

  Play.

  He crouched, butt wiggling just a second before he pounced, leaping in a happy attack. Play!

  Thayne bounced away, tail just beyond his snapping teeth. Oh. Oh yes.

  They ran down the street, claws digging up chunks of grass and flowers and dirt, the mess spraying as they ran. Claws scrabbling, Thayne turned the corner, just flying. Perfect target. Julian barreled into him, pushing them both into a hedge, the bushes rattling.

  They snarled and growled, all of it in damned good fun. Yeah. Thayne grabbed his ear, gnawing. Fun.

  He raked his claws along that soft, thick-furred belly, chuffing at the growl.

  Fun.

  They rolled again, both of them falling out of the hedge, landing hard on a sidewalk. Oof.

  He groaned, scrambling to his feet as a light came on from inside the house.

  Thayne was with him all the way, slinking into the shadows. For a law-abiding man, Thayne was a slinky kitty.

  Pale and strong, Thayne was a fine specimen of a cougar—broader in the chest than him, but not quite as springy—Julian admired him as they moved, heading for his place.

  They played tag, jumping and nipping, having a ball. It was almost as fun as thieving. Less profitable, but very fun. He leaped up, heading for the trees, twisting and dragging up through leaves and branches. A stiff breeze slapped against his tail, just the ghost of Thayne’s claws touching him. The branch bent under him.

  He chuffed and pulled harder, moving faster; he’d had to run these trees a dozen times, making sure he could escape, leave home, get home. He heard it just before Thayne went down, the creaking of the branch right when his feet left it.

  Julian spun, yowling as the branch he expected to be there wasn’t, and he started scrabbling, claws digging into the tree trunk as he headed for the ground.

  His landing was broken by a hard body and soft fur, Thayne yowling back at him. Oh, that hurt.

  He scrambled off with his teeth bared. Home. Home.

  Limping, Thayne came along behind him, body curled over itself.

  Julian led them both to the house, herding Thayne in to the soft carpet so he could sniff and nose, look for where things hurt.

  Thayne batted at him with one paw, a weak attempt at playfulness. There was no blood, though.

  He licked and smelled, reassuring himself that the big cat was whole.

  There was a swelling on one back leg, the smell of fresh blood strong, but it was just a bruise. They’d both be sore tomorrow, but whole.

  He licked that poor leg until Thayne purred, melting under him.

  The uninjured front paws both came out, pulling him down, letting them curl around each other. Warm. Comfortable.

  He licked at Thayne’s chin, purring. Stay. Stay. Nap.

  Rest.

  Heal.

  Yes. Yes. Thayne purred for him, tail twitching against his, whiskers pressed to his face. Stay.

  Good kitty.

  HE WAS bruised as hell. God knew, Thayne wasn’t a whiner, but when he woke up on the floor, naked as a jaybird, it was hard to miss the giant hematoma.

  He’d gone looking for Julian, figuring on enticing the man to play, on keeping him out of trouble. Looked like Thayne had gotten the trouble anyway.

  He rolled up, looking around. The place was… slinky. Heavy cushions, rich colors, artwork everywhere. He’d know this place was Julian’s even without the scent of the man.

  He could hear singing, and he followed it—through a dining room made for long, sensual meals, a tiny library with a lounge made for fucking.

  “Anyone home?” He limped into the room, staring around curiously.

  The kitchen was huge. Huge and bright red. “I am. There are towels in the microwave, for your bruises.”

  Julian was naked, stirring eggs in a skillet, singing.

  “Tha
nks.” Thayne couldn’t help but stare. That could be dangerous.

  Tight, tiny little ass, muscled legs, long dark hair—he could just eat that son of a bitch up.

  “Nice place.” It suited the man to the ground too.

  “I like it.” A steaming towel was pulled out, pressed to his hip. “You eat eggs?”

  “I do.” He liked them a little runny. “Oh God, that feels good.”

  Julian put a plate of eggs and toast on the little breakfast table. “What do you drink?”

  “Anything but juice.” Some things he just couldn’t humanize. Fruit juice was one of those things.

  “Milk?” That single word sounded obscene as hell.

  “Milk. Yeah.” Decadent. No doubt about it. The man was decadent.

  He got a great view, Julian bending over in the fridge, bare balls peeking. Swallowing, Thayne flexed his fingers, trying hard to keep them from reaching.

  “Milk it is.” He got a glassful, then Julian started wandering—heating up another set of towels, nibbling on a bit of this or that, a walking temptation.

  The milk went down very smoothly, reminding him of the simple pleasures in life. Of course, Julian’s ass could be a simple thing too, if he just grabbed. The hot towels were replaced, his bruised muscles singing with it. That long hair was loose for the first time too, swinging, swaying against Julian’s skin.

  Thayne couldn’t take it anymore. He just reached up and grabbed a handful of the heavy mass, pulling Julian up against him. “Hey. You’re warmer than the towels.”

  “Mmm. Do you think so?” He could smell Julian now, a heavy masculine scent.

  “I do.” That skin was like silk, better than anything he could get out of an oven. Or a microwave.

  Julian offered him a husky purr, body undulating against his side.

  “See? Much better. Love it.” Thayne purred some more, wanting to feel Julian against him everywhere. He rubbed a little, luxuriating in the feel of skin and hair.

  “Pretty kitty.” Fingers trailed down his back, scoring his skin, making him goose pimple up.

  His back arched, his blood rushing south. “Feels good, huh? Real good.”

  His back was well-scratched, the touches enough to make his toes curl.