The Dragon’s Flight: Gay Paranormal Romance

by Clearwater, Julian

  “I have a feeling things are going to be fine.” He smiled, reaching out to gingerly touch Dakota’s cheek. The larger man pressed into the touch, and they remained that way until the flight attendant cleared her throat, smiling awkwardly at the men. Evan reddened, having not realized that the entire plane had cleared out already. “Well. Let’s get going. Homeward bound, and all that.” Evan stammered out, unfastening his seatbelt and moving to shuffle out of his seat. He could sense Dakota following him as he moved to depart the plane, and once they were safely on the ground, Dakota fell into place beside him. He reached out to take Dakota by the hand, but the larger man deflected, glancing to him from the corner of his eye with an unreadable look. Evan tried not to show just how wounded he felt, but he was certain that he was as easy for Dakota to read as he had always been.

  “You know how things can be at home.” Dakota said vaguely, but Evan knew what he was referring to. “I just want to keep you safe…” The larger man added, seemingly as an afterthought. Evan smiled sadly to himself, wondering just how much grief his childhood friend had been subjected to while he was gone. He simply hoped they would have a chance to discuss it once they were alone once more. The two walked side by side, with just enough distance between them to appear respectable. They stopped at the luggage claim, with Dakota easily heaving up the suitcases they had been unable to fit overhead. Evan made as if to help, but Dakota held the luggage just out of his reach. The more petite man sighed melodramatically, though, truth be told, he was happy to be saved the effort. He trailed behind Dakota, unable to resist his urge to stare at the broader man’s perfectly round backside.

  Dakota came to an abrupt stop in in front of his old truck, tossing their luggage into the dirt-caked bed. Evan smiled faintly, feeling an inexplicable surge of affection as he lay eyes upon the truck. It seems some things did not change, at the very least.

  “Surprised this thing still runs.” Evan smiled teasingly, receiving a reprimanding look in response.

  “Don’t doubt Old Bessie. She’s got me through some hard times.” Dakota retorted plaintively. Evan chuckled, stepping towards the passenger side and moving to slip into the truck. Dakota finished loading up their remaining luggage before circling to the driver’s side, pulling himself into the seat and slipping the key into the ignition. He turned it, and the truck made a slight choking sound before beginning to rumble that purr Evan had been so familiar with. “See? She’s still going hard.” Dakota announced, shifting into gear and pulling out of the parking lot. Evan rolled his eyes good naturedly, staring out the window as they followed the familiar path towards home. It had been over four years since Evan had been on this path, but he was certain he would never forget it.

  “So… are you living alone now?” Evan asked a manner he hoped seemed casual. Dakota breathed a sigh, throwing one arm along the back of the bench seat while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. Evan had to resist the desire to curl in closer to his friend’s side, settling for the satisfaction of being as close as he already was.

  “Yeah. Been living alone for the past year or so. Had a roommate for a while, but that didn’t really… work out.” Dakota said with a slight cringe. Evan couldn’t help wondering if he was referring to the man that Dakota had mentioned as his stalker. He knew he should have likely felt afraid, faced with the prospect of being stalked by association, so to speak. However, a surge of protectiveness shot through him instead, and he daringly reached out a hand to rest on Dakota’s thigh. The larger man flinched away at first, but moments later, his tension seemed to ease away.

  “We’ll take care of each other.” Evan said firmly. Dakota smiled wearily in response, and though he already seemed exhausted by the entire situation, Evan could also sense his appreciation.

  “Isn’t that how it’s always been?” Dakota mumbled, tensing his hands on the steering wheel as they drove past Evan’s childhood home. Judging by the fact that Dakota had not even offered to stop by, Evan mused he was likely correct in his assumption of his parents being unhappy with the direction he’d taken in the past few years. Moments later, they passed Dakota’s childhood home as well, but continued making a path down the bumpy asphalt road. Evan couldn’t help noticing that the small town had not changed much in his absence-- main street still mainly populated by the occasional mom and pop store.

  “I work right over there.” Dakota offered, gesturing vaguely towards a rather homey looking diner. “I do the cooking. It’s not a glamorous job, but it pays the bills.” He drawled, receiving an intrigued hum in response. They continued down the road, taking a turn down a road that Evan himself had never explored before. He was vaguely aware that they were entering the less savory part of town, but tried not to let his hesitation show. If Dakota sensed his unease, he made no mention of it, simply staring ahead until they pulled into the parking space in front of a rather run down looking trailer. Dakota tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a faint blush working its way up his neck. “I know it’s not as nice as you’re used to, and I’m hoping to save up for a better place, but--” He started timidly, cut off by Evan’s almost melodic laugh.

  “It’s perfect Dakota. Hell, I could live happily in a trash can as long as it was with you.” He smiled. Dakota snorted in response, sounded faintly amused.

  “Well, it’s only a slight step up from a trash can.” He mused, throwing open the driver’s side door and slipping out of the truck. Evan followed suit, stepping around to the back of the truck. Dakota systematically removed their luggage, and Evan reached out to help, only to be cut off by a curt look. “You’d break in half if you tried to carry some of this stuff.” Dakota said with a smirk. Evan narrowed his eyes towards the broader man, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I’m not some fragile little princess, D.” He muttered unhappily. Dakota hummed his acknowledgement, but still refused to let Evan lift a hand.

  “No. But you’re my Prince Charming.” He drawled, smirking at the bright shade of red that enveloped Evan’s face. Though Evan was certain Dakota was simply teasing him, he could not ignore the happy little feeling that gurgled in his gut every time the other man made a flirtatious comment. He bit his lip, watching the subtle flexing of Dakota’s muscles as he lifted the final suitcase out of the back of the truck.

  “Does that mean you’re the princess, then?” Evan said teasingly, an amused giggle spilling past his lips in the face of the indignant look Dakota leveled in his direction. “Just following along with your metaphor, m’lady.” He continued. Dakota dropped the suitcase gripped in his hand, lurching towards Evan and grabbing him around the neck, pulling him in for a vicious noogie. Evan squawked unhappily, struggling to break free of the stronger man’s grip.

  “Princess my ass, do I really need to show you who’s the boss around here?” Dakota grumbled, loosening his grip on Evan and allowing the more petite man to slip away. Evan stuck his tongue out at the larger man, moving to straighten his hair.

  “Perhaps you’ll have to. I’m not so easily dominated.” He muttered, looking at his reflection in the driver’s side rearview mirror. He managed to fix his hair just so, hesitating after a moment when he realized Dakota had not replied. He straightened up, turning around and all but squealing in shock when he was roughly shoved against the side of the truck. There was an animalistic look in Dakota’s eyes, Evan felt the other man’s knee pressing just against his groin. He inhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut against the firm sensations. A soft whimper spilled past his lips, and he could feel his cock growing hard enough to strain against his jeans. He fought against his instinct to rut shamelessly against his childhood friend’s leg, gripping Dakota’s shirt and forcing his eyes open upon hearing an amused chuckle. Dakota wore an easy smile in spite of looking nearly as flustered as Evan himself, and the more petite man could not stop a whimper as Dakota drew away from him.

  “Seems you have no issues being topped.” Dakota mused, turning away from Evan and going back about the task of carrying
their luggage inside the trailer. Evan stared at the other man in disbelief, his legs feeling too weak to move. He could feel himself throbbing against the material of his jeans, and mused it had been no small wonder he hadn’t made a total mess of himself. He had never felt quite so aroused in his life, and it seemed as if Dakota was playing if off as some big joke. Once Evan felt strong enough to move again, he lurched forward, catching up to Dakota just outside the door to the trailer. Dakota glanced over his shoulder, yelping as he was shoved through the doorframe. “What the--” He sputtered, facing Evan only to feel the smaller man’s lips on his own. He groaned out in pleasure, and Evan felt his cock twitch at the sound.

  “You can’t just do something like that and walk away.” Evan bit out, pressing their hips flush together. Though Evan’s size was certainly nothing to turn one’s nose up at, his eyes widened as he felt the sheer size of Dakota’s length straining against his jeans.

  “Don’t get yourself involved in something you’ll regret, E.” Dakota rumbled, giving his hips a slight jerk in spite of his words. Evan bit back a cry at the friction, fumbling with the button on the larger man’s jeans. Dakota did not flinch away, simply watching with a hungry stare as Evan struggled to free his childhood friend’s manhood.

  “Please.” Evan gasped out, managing to get the button unfastened and sliding Dakota’s jeans lower on his hips. Dakota rumbled softly, grabbing Evan by the shoulder and forcing him to face the door they had just walked through, pushing him against the wood. Evan braced himself against the door, biting back a sigh of relief as his own member was freed. He felt his jeans and underwear pool around his ankles, in faint disbelief that this was actually happening, but too aroused to stop it. A large hand wrapped around the length of his shaft, and he bit back a whine, his entire body stiffening as his friend’s hand began to jerk him off.

  “Relax.” Dakota murmured, rubbing his thumb to the tip of Evan’s cock. Precum dribbled from his cock slit, and Dakota continued to milk him until his hand was sticky just from Evan’s pre-ejaculate. Evan gasped for breath, humping against the palm of Dakota’s hand until, suddenly, strings of hot white cum exploded from the tip of his cock, coating Dakota’s hand as well as the door in front of him. Dakota began to jerk at his cock at a more rapid pace, milking the smaller man for every drip he could get. Evan cried out, all but collapsing against the door. He wearily turned to face Dakota, only to be faced with the sight of the larger man pumping his hand along his impossibly large cock. Moments later, a splash of fluids spilled across his lower stomach as Dakota came with a soft grunt. The two did not speak for several long moments, the only sounds permeating the room being their soft gasps for breath.

  “W-well.” Evan stammered, embarrassment setting his cheeks alight as his senses came back to him. “I don’t usually…” He continued, awkwardly moving to pull up his pants. Dakota chuckled warmly, gesturing towards the back of the trailer.

  “Go to my room and find a clean shirt to put on. I need to finish dragging the luggage in the house before I get any more… caught up in this.” He murmured, tucking himself back into his jeans and buttoning them.

  “I don’t usually do this. You must think so little of me.” Evan whined. Dakota quirked a grin, moving to pull the door open.

  “Right now all I can think about is how hard I wanna pound your tight little asshole. Not really friend-appropriate thoughts on my part either.” Dakota said mischievously. Evan whimpered, staring longingly after his childhood friend as he made to slip out the front door. “Now go make yourself look less fuckable so I can think straight. We have a uh… lot, to discuss.” Dakota rumbled, staring at Evan for a moment longer before stepping outside, pulling the door shut behind him. Swallowing thickly, Evan gathered his cum splattered clothes, seeking out a clothes hamper to deposit them into. Though he had felt some attraction to his friend from the moment he laid eyes on him at the graduation, he had never expected… well, he never could have anticipated this happening. Even now, as much as he wanted to feel chagrined about the situation, the only thing he truly regretted was not getting the experience the so called ‘pounding’ Dakota had referred to. Tossing his clothes in the hamper in Dakota’s bedroom, he grabbed one of the other man’s shirts, even though it was much too large for him. He lifted the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply and feeling his cock give another slight twitch. Things had certainly changed in the two years they had been apart, but as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

  Evan pulled his friend’s shirt over his head, the bottom falling nearly to his knees. He could hear the front door opening, and the shuffling that likely indicated the luggage being dragged inside. As much as he wanted to dart into the living area and demand Dakota finish what he’d started, he forced himself to sit on the bed, trying to return some semblance of sense to himself. He’d never been an overly sexual person, even when he had ‘discovered’ himself in college. Yet… this pull he felt towards Dakota was strange, inexplicable. Almost... supernatural.

  When Evan stepped back into the main room, the tension in the room was palpable. Dakota seemed to be busying himself with unpacking the suitcases he’d lugged into the house, and Evan hesitated at the doorframe of the bedroom, watching him silently. That tug he felt towards Dakota had not abated, but he was suddenly afraid to act on it. The man he had called his friend for so many year had changed so much, and the fear that he had ruined their lifetime of friendship weighed heavily on his mind. He stepped into the room, trying to move quietly, but Dakota immediately looked towards him. From the looks of it, the larger man had something weighing heavily on his mind as well, and Evan smiled timidly, wrapping his slender arms around himself and stepping further into the room. Dakota clutched one of Evan’s shirts in his hands, white knuckled and visibly quaking. Before Evan could open his mouth to try and break the silence, Dakota spoke.

  “We need to talk.” He said shakily, carefully placing the shirt in his hands back in the suitcase. Evan hesitated, nodding his head obligingly before stepping up and taking a seat on the run down couch. Dakota sat on the opposite end, staring at his hands while Evan simultaneous leveled his gaze in Dakota’s direction. Dakota breathed in deeply, exhaling an unhappy sounding sigh.

  “I didn’t mean… to screw everything up. I understand if you want me to leave.” Evan muttered, wringing his hands together. He tried to swallow the tears pricking at his eyes, roughly rubbing the back of his hand against his face.

  “W-what?” Dakota stammered out, and Evan forced himself to look at the other man. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just… there’s some stuff I should have discussed with you. I feel like I’ve taken advantage of your attraction to me, when there’s a chance it’s… superficial. I’m the one who should be sorry.” Dakota added, burying his face in his hands. Evan’s eyes widened for a moment before immediately narrowing upon the other man. He gripped Dakota’s shirt, giving a slight tug in an attempt to draw his gaze upwards.

  “Superficial!? What on earth do you mean by that?” Evan demanded. “You know you’re my best friend in the world, I wouldn’t risk that for such a petty reason!” He continued, waiting until Dakota looked towards him to continue. “I’ve… never felt like this about anyone before…” He murmured, cupping Dakota’s cheek in his hand. The larger man’s gaze was intense as he considered Evan, tilting his head to kiss the palm of the smaller man’s hand.

  “I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Dakota said carefully, and Evan was certain he felt his heart break. He drew away from the other man, holding his hand to his chest.

  ‘“You don’t feel the same.” He said, cursing himself for how utterly weepy he sounded. Dakota remained silent for a long moment, and Evan laughed bitterly, rubbing his eyes once more. “I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can get my parents to come get me…” He muttered, moving to grab his suitcase. He didn’t notice Dakota’s approach until the larger man’s hand gripped his wrist. Evan tried to pull away, struggling even more valiantly
as Dakota pulled him into his arms.

  “It would be much easier if I didn’t feel the same.” He rumbled, resting his chin atop Evan’s head. The slim man’s heart felt as if it was beating out of his chest, and the inexplicable tug he felt towards the other man grew strong once more. He buried his face in Dakota’s chest, tensing his hands in the other man’s shirt.

  “I don’t understand what you mean.” He gasped out, burying his face in the hollow of Dakota’s neck. He inhaled deeply, holding the breath in his lungs until his chest ached. As he exhaled, Dakota tangled a hand in his hair, gently pulling his head away.

  “You’re probably feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. That’s the effect of the pheromones.” Dakota said, though his voice sounded distant. Evan wasn’t sure if he wanted to devour or be devoured, he simply knew he hungered for the man before him. “Evan, I’m gonna need you to focus for a minute. Jesus Christ, I never expected it to be like this…” Dakota muttered, and Evan blinked his eyes, trying to weasel his way back into the larger man’s arms.

  “Mmm.” He groaned, wishing he could simply be enveloped by Dakota’s delicious scent. For his part, Dakota seemed to be struggling equally valiantly to keep hold of his senses as well. “Pheromones?” Evan inquired absently, his voice sounding somewhat slurred.

  “I have to know you really want this. I don’t want to… hurt you.” Dakota rumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller man. “It’s never been like this before.” He gasped, falling silent as Evan pressed their lips together. If Evan had felt pulled to his childhood friend before, he was now being dragged close to him from scent alone.

  “I want you.” He murmured against Dakota’s agonizingly soft lips. Dakota exhaled shakily, guiding the more petite man back to his bedroom. Evan stumbled along, thankful to have Dakota’s guidance as he felt his mind growing foggier and foggier from the heightened sense of arousal. He felt himself being pressed against the bed, falling obligingly back and pulling Dakota atop him. The two melded together like pieces of a corresponding puzzle, finally reunited after years of struggling to fit against the wrong pieces. Evan raised his arms as Dakota pulled his own shirt away from his newfound lover’s skin, exposing every inch that had gone obscured. Evan cried out in ecstasy as that white hot tongue met his skin, dragging a sensuous path along his chest. Evan arched against Dakota’s tongue, feeling himself grow impossibly hard once more. There was no harsh denim to restrain him this time, however, and as his cock strained for attention, it received swift relief. Evan watched, mouth hanging slightly agape as Dakota leaned in, wrapping thick lips around Evan’s manhood. Evan bit back a strangled cry, his arousal becoming almost painful in its intensity. Just before he could reach his peak however, Dakota drew away from him, releasing his length with a pop.