by Kit Fortier
Fox pleaded. He didn't say what for. The hot, musky bunker was filled with please and oh yes and more and don't stop and more yes more. Eventually, Jake came back down the one leg, doing the same to the other one. All Fox could do was whine softly and moan when Jake chewed on Fox's other foot.
Fox's heart beat hard, but in a good way. In the way that pleasure was radiating up and down his body like a ripple in a backyard pool. But the best was yet to come.
The manacles dissolved away, leaving Fox's arms free. Jake lifted his legs with care.
"Hold on, baby," Jake said. Fox complied. Jake's tender kisses come down from the inside one of his knees. They down the inside of both thighs. Underneath his velvet sack, his perineum. Then, at last, against his ravaged back door.
Fox shivered as Jake made a show of licking his fingers. Then Jake slid in through his puckered flesh. His thick finger wriggled its way to his previously figuratively mangled gland. It wasn't mangled. It was definitely whole.
Jake pressed against it, proving it. But Fox didn't care about any of that. His brain soared through the assault of lights and sensations Jake's finger caused him.
Jake tenderly made love to Fox. He kissed the backs of his thighs as he massaged his innermost pleasure spot. Fox moaned, his head rolling from side to side. When Fox thought one finger was enough, two fingers filled him, doubling the sensation.
In his mind, he was on a sailboat. The seas were gentle, rolling waves that happened to be timed to Jake's touch. Every press made a wave that passed beneath Fox, causing his heart to surge at the rise, and again at the fall. Everything was bathed in golden light, and Fox smiled into the light breeze.
Then he was empty.
Then he was not.
A blunt, warm thing pressed at Fox's now well-prepared opening. He watched Jake, who was watching him. Fox held his breath as Jake slowly breached him, aimed straight at that spot which made Fox tremble and sigh.
It was a blissful eternity. Fox wanted it to be. But he was aware of his blood pressure rising, and his heart constricted in the way that told him that release was on its way. Fox loved the way Jake made him feel every inch. He pulled out all the way, then pushed forward until the thick nest of hair at his groin met Fox's now tightening sack.
Jake didn't ramp up. He shifted, driving his dick into and over that intimate, gratifying spot. The shift made Fox arch his back. His head tilted back as his breath caught. Fox's body tensed from his face to his feet. His neck strained and corded as his fourth release spilled from him in a copious stream. It flowed out smooth and thick, pooling in and around his navel. Jake didn't stop rocking into his lover until Fox's flow finally ebbed away.
He pulled out gently, kneeling over Fox, who gave him a sleepy, sated smile. Fox heard an unsexy slurping sound as Jake took every drop of Fox's release into his mouth. Then Jake slid up his body, like a heavy, fluffy, wool blanket.
Fox watched Jake the whole time, contentedness painted on his face. When Jake was face to face, he planted his mouth over Fox's. Fox's slick release poured from Jake's mouth onto his tongue. Fox sucked on Jake's tongue languidly, licking every last bit of himself from out his lover's mouth.
He was finally satiated. Fox languished in the feeling like a cat stretched out in front of a gently roaring fireplace. Jake's finger delicately prodded at his lips, his mouth, probing the soft tissue with tender touches.
"I wish I could feel like this forever," Fox sighed.
Jake chuckled. "I know I started it, but damn, baby, you got some stamina."
Fox laughed. Then there was a slight break in his reverie.
"Jake."
"Foxy?"
"Get on your back."
Jake obeyed.
"Don't you dare make this a one-sided thing," Fox growled. "It's not about me. It's about us."
Jake laughed. Fox shot him a withering look, and he sobered.
"I'm… I'm glad you're looking out for me," Jake said with a small smile on his lips.
*** Jake
Fox didn't respond. Jake didn't think there was anything to say. He got pleasure from giving it to Fox-but his man demanded an equal partnership in life, and of course, in bed.
He didn't know what to make of that, but he would definitely find out.
Fox put his head on Jake's chest. The familiar and welcome feeling of Fox's fingers raking though his pelt set off tingles. They crawled from his scalp to his toes. Jake closed his eyes and soaked in the sensation.
Then Fox's lips pressed a nipple.
"Baby?"
"Shh. Feel me, Jake Barton. Feel."
Jake smiled and closed his eyes. He rested his head back onto the elevated bedding that was their pillows. He put his hands on Fox's back, delighting in the feel of the peach fuzz on his skin. From what he could feel, from what he could hear, Fox began a thorough exploration of smells and taste. His dick filled in with every sniff, every lick, every kiss that his lover gave him.
He didn't know why smell was such a turn on for him. Or how it was one for Fox. He could only assume it was primal. Early man had to learn from early animal how to survive, so smell likely became one of the aspects to focus on.
Fox's trail of pleasure-giving arrived at his navel. Jake's dick spat up a bit when Fox stuck his nose in his fuzzy divot and inhaled deeply. That couldn't have been pleasant, as they both definitely reeked of sweat and sex, but it didn't matter. Both of them got off on it, and Jake knew Fox knew it.
Jake's hands lost contact with Fox, and he huffed at the loss. But Fox lifted his legs up. The young man took his hands and guided them to hold his legs.
Then Fox's breath blew on the wrinkled flesh of his back door.
A moan escaped Jake's mouth as Fox began to kiss him and tongue at him. His heartbeat upticked when the press of a finger breached the entrance. He gasped when that finger found his inner treasure.
And Jake cried out when wet warmth surrounded his length, insistent on reaching the hilt.
Jake hummed and groaned. "Oh Fox, baby, don't stop, Fox, Fox, Fox…" It was too much and more and not enough.
Then another finger slid up to his puckered hole. It found purchase then pressed forward. The new finger joined the shudder-inducing, precious torment on his hidden pleasure spot.
He wanted to claw. He wanted to grab. But he also wanted Fox to never stop. He settled on a compromise--he clawed at the blanket and grabbed at it. He hummed and brought a finger to his mouth. Jake bit on it. He tried to distract his brain from the waves of torturous pleasure. His hungry and greedy body outright demanded it.
Then three fingers swiped over Jake's gland while Fox's mouth took his dick to his gullet. Jake arched his back in a perfect imitation of his lover's recent reaction to release. A long groan escaped his mouth as jet after jet of hot essence left him. Fox took every bit, not spilling a drop. After a few glowing moments, he slid off of Jake as he softened.
"Look at me," he heard Fox say.
Jake opened his eyes. Brilliant green eyes stared into his. Those eyes focused on his mouth, and Jake opened up, ready for what Fox had to give. With a deep kiss, Jake's own essence returned to him, chased by Fox's tongue.
But Fox pulled away slowly.
"Baby," Fox said. "Please," he said, pointing down. He'd become hard yet again.
"Come here," Jake replied, patting his chest. Fox straddled him, and Jake took the dripping dick his man offered to him.
He committed to pleasuring his lover. He treated Fox's hardness with the same, loving tenderness he had drawing pleasure from him. It was different than of wringing it from him instead. Fox stared at Jake's eyes as his length disappeared deep into his mouth.
Jake gagged, to be sure, but he grabbed Fox and held him close, insistent that he met the challenge.
He did, and Fox moaned as he rocked back and forth, penetrating Jake's mouth.
"Jake, can I…? Fox pleaded, putting his hands through Jake's hair. Jake knew what he was asking. Fox wanted to fuck his face.
And he'd let him.
Jake nodded, his mouth full of his lover. Fox began thrusting.
It was a bit excruciating. Jake had tears in his eyes. But he watched Fox lose himself, and it was worth it. This pain was worth seeing the man he loved fall apart.
Fox made one last desperate thrust, had one last desperate groaned obscenity. Jake's mouth filled. He forgot to seal his lips, so much of Fox's release dribbled out of his mouth.
The volume surprised Jake. He wished he caught it all. Fox looked at him, his eyes glazed, and scrambled off of him only to spread himself over Jake's body.
Fox kept space between Jake's face and his own.
"Watch me," Fox said. Jake nodded.
Jake kept his eyes on Fox's. Fox swept his release off of Jake's chin, sucking on his fingers. He then pulled up a thick dollop and fed it to Jake. Jake licked and sucked on the fingers offered to him, never taking his eyes off Fox. Fox repeated the process, though there was still a bit left.
Fox then pressed his fingers through Jake's pelt, massaging his own essence through it. He then pressed his face against Jake's chest, breathing in deeply.
"I can't get enough of that," Fox said.
Jake laughed.
"I'm glad," he said.
They both breathed for a while. The evening was upon them, cooling the musky air in in the bunker.
"I'm glad you get me, Fox."
Fox snored in response.
"Aw, I wore him out," Jake said to no one in particular.
Without waking his lover, Jake reached down, pulled up the sleeping bag, and draped it over them.
"Sleep baby. We have to leave in a few hours."
Fox nodded in his sleep, his fingers running through Jake's pelt, like a cat kneading its paws.
19. Birds of Prey
*** Fox
Tall grass meadow. Golden sun. Dandelion seeds broke free and danced upon the wind. A bushy-tailed red fox bounded in and around the grasses.
A rumbling bear, black and massive, shuffles down the hill through the grass.
The fox sees, rears back to pounce, its hind quarters twitching back and forth.
The bear sees, growls, and waves the fox forward.
Fox jumps at bear. Bear catches fox. Bear and fox bump snouts. Fox squirms away, darting around bear, dancing. Fox goes round and round, round and round, round and round
Lightning circles round and round, circling a massive spire made of copper and aluminum, engraved in markings of
Gentle shaking. Gentle shaking woke Fox. Whispered words. Baby. Time to go.
Fox opened his eyes, his hands still in the thick pelt he had come to love. The bunker was considerably dark, but moonlight shone through the now exposed entrance.
"Hey there, Foxy," the warm rumble of Jake's bassy voice made Fox smile.
Fox propped himself up, his eyes meeting Jake's. Fox smiled.
"Hey."
"How ya feeling?"
Fox tensed and flexed his major muscle groups, wiggled his fingers and toes.
"I guess we'll find out when I stand up," Fox grinned.
Jake nodded. Fox followed his man's form as he pulled himself to his knees, set his feet on the floor, and stood. He turned to face Fox and held out his hand.
Fox grabbed on and pulled himself off the sleeping space. There were aches, but they were a faint reminder of the circle of pain. Still, Fox winced slightly.
"I think my little fox is out of commission for a while," Fox said through gritted teeth. Jake looked at him and laughed. He punched Jake in the arm.
"Sorry handsome. I'm sure we were both a little stir crazy earlier."
"Ya think?"
Jake snickered. Fox glared. Then a chuckle that became a laugh broke from Fox's mouth.
Jake joined in. "Yeah… Sorry, not sorry."
Fox wiped his eyes. "I get it."
Jake picked up Fox's jeans and passed them to him. Fox put on one leg, then the other, and grumbled at the sore, irritated lump that hung between his legs.
"Five times," Jake said. He was watching Fox struggle, and the amusement shone in his eyes.
Fox murmured something about I'll show you and don't close your eyes buddy and you're lucky I love your fuzzy butt. Jake simply laughed at him.
The two finished dressing. Fox looked around the chamber, relieved that their stay had come to an end.
Fox passed the pack frames and the sword to Jake, who formed a staircase and waited outside up top. The blanket and sleeping bag were secured in their respective packs. He shuffled out of the bunker and breathed in the fresh night air. Overhead, the moon began to wane gibbous.
"Huge difference, this air," Fox said.
"Yeah, well breathing in the stink of sweat and sex all day will make you appreciate fresh air," Jake grinned. Fox nodded wholeheartedly.
"What now?"
"The solar eclipse is in a few days," Jake said. "We have to be in Idaho by then."
"To see your son?"
"Not quite yet. There is a place we have to be when the eclipse happens."
Fox nodded.
"Have you given thought to what your spark was telling you?" Jake asked, unclipping his canteen and taking a drink.
"Lightning. Electricity. How does that factor in with alchemy?"
Jake blinked. "Could it be that you can call it, or produce it?"
Fox breathed in deeply. "I guess. I mean everything's a possibility now, right?"
Jake nodded. He turned around and looked at the bunker.
"I'm an idiot," he said.
"Why?"
"I've been here twice before, and it never occurred to me to leave my bunker up. Eh. Easy come, easy go." Fox watched Jake reach out a hand, letting it drop at the wrist. The bunker filled in steadily until it was once again simply part of the rocks that was the tower. Fox stepped away from the stairs leading to a solid wall of stone. He watched as the stairs rose up and became the edge of the plateau once more.
"I know we can go back to Moorcroft, but I'd rather not risk it," Jake said as he strapped any dangling items on his pack down. "When the man or woman who sent those ravens realize they've gone missing, they may send more trouble.
Fox nodded quietly as he tightened his pack, as Jake did. "How far is it to the place we need to go?" he asked as he took his blanket and wrapped it around the sword, strapping it on the outside of his pack.
"Malta. I calculated that I could hike it in about two weeks, but if you don't mind us driving, we can be there in eleven hours."
"Do you think there's some place we can go before we get there? I know you love it, and I do too, but I don't wanna be stinky and sticky anymore."
Jake laughed loudly. "We'll stop in Casper. That okay?"
"Hell yeah."
Jake picked up his pack and walked to the edge of the plateau. Fox followed, looking over. The moonlit night view was spectacular.
"Any plans on how to get down?"
Jake looked at him, calmly serene. "Take a seat," he said. Fox plunked down with the pack between his legs, which were out before him. "I'd given that a lot of thought, actually. Under cover of night, we can do a lot of things. Like this."
Fox startled when the earth moved beneath them. And behind them. Either it was shooting upward, or they were moving downward at an alarming rate. Fox stayed still and waited for the ride to end. He watched Jake standing, unfazed, his hands on the pack in front of him.
At the base, Jake helped Fox to his feet. Fox scrambled off the impromptu platform they rode down with Jake right behind him. Jake turned, and with a firm raising motion of his hand, forced the descended platform up. It sped up, and up, until it reached the top, sliding neatly back into the place it came from.
"Record time," Jake snickered.
"Holy shit," Fox exclaimed. Jake patted him on the back.
"Let's go."
Jake strapped his pack on, shifting it until it was sat right. Fox helped him, then pulled his own pack on, with Jake helping him back. They
walked away from the base of the Tower into the trees.
"I can't think of a place to try this lightning thing that wouldn't get us fried in the process," Fox said.
"We could go to the reservoir."
Fox thought of it. The drive from here to Casper was only a few hours, and they'd pass the reservoir at the very top of their drive. He could try and see what he could do over the water, and no one would get hurt. Hopefully.
Jake took Fox's hand in his own, holding on as they plodded along.
"For what it's worth," Jake said, "I really am sorry I messed you up when we were up there. I wasn't thinking. Clearly."
Fox kissed Jake's hand. "I could have said no. I mean really said it. Not no please no don't stop unf…" Fox continued to imitate the naughty noises. The ones that turned Jake on. His imitation got a chuckle out of him.
"It was hot, and I'm not sorry, so don't you be, either," Fox said.
Jake bopped his head back and forth slowly, as if nodding in agreement. "We did really make a stink up there." Snickering.
Fox looked over his shoulder. He forgot the trees obscured the imposing landmark behind them. "If we should come back, I'd want to donate to the Lakota and Kiowa tribes. I feel like we uh… desecrated sacred land."
"I'm on board there. Maybe I can pull out some gold from a mineshaft or two along the way."
The two walked in comfortable silence. Fox taught Jake the art of stealth walking. It was something he did without thinking that spooked the big guy every now and then. Jake caught on, learning to distribute his weight over the whole of his foot instead of his heel.
"This works better when you're not carrying a pack," Fox said.
"I get the feeling it would."
Soon, they arrived at the parking lot. It was empty, which wasn't unnerving.
The lack of the sounds of the forest was unnerving.
Sunlight, unaccompanied by its source, began filtering over the eastern horizon. There was still darkness. That gave the two an advantage, but it put a timer on them if they wanted to use the cover of night.