by JC Holly
Fingers met his cheeks a third time, but this time they were gentler, if still rough. Jerry spread Mica’s ass, then rubbed a finger around his asshole.
“You’re fucking tight,” Jerry muttered. “Too tight. I’d better do something about that.”
There was a plastic snap, and Mica unintentionally clenched his stomach muscles as a few drops of cold lube hit his warm skin. Jerry quickly stopped them with his fingers and guided them to Mica’s asshole, first circling the area with a fingertip.
“I’d love to just fuck you right now,” Jerry said, his voice low. “But then it wouldn’t be any fun for you, which means it’d be no fun for me.”
Mica licked his lips, about to reply, but could only moan instead as Jerry’s thick index finger slid a short way inside him. It retracted almost as soon as it was inserted, but it soon returned, slowly but confidently. On each push, Jerry worked a little deeper, opening Mica up and readying him for what was soon to come.
One finger turned into two, and just as Mica had gotten used to that, two turned to three, stretching him wider still.
“That’s more like it,” Jerry said, his voice practically a growl. “You adapt fast.”
Mica nodded once and gritted his jaw. God, it felt so good, and they hadn’t even reached the main event yet. He yelped as Jerry slapped his ass again.
“Good boy,” Jerry said as he pushed his fingers deeper. “Think you’re ready?”
Mica took a deep breath then nodded again. The fingers withdrew, and the cap on the lube bottle clicked open once again. Mica bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, ready for what was about to come.
Jerry’s cockhead pushed against Mica’s asshole, and any idea he’d had about being prepared for it flew out the window. It felt twice as thick as he remembered, even with Jerry’s thoughtful preparations. Still, Mica took a deep breath and gripped the sofa hard as he forced himself to relax. He could do it. He could take it.
Jerry pushed, and the feeling of his size increased tenfold until he finally slipped inside.
“Fuck,” Jerry murmured. “You’re so tight. You okay?”
“Mm hm.” Mica swallowed. “Just take it slow at first.”
For all his confidence, Jerry did exactly that, and moved painstaking slowly, adding more lube and only pushing deeper when Mica told him it was okay to do so. Over a minute or two they worked together in silence until Mica finally began to fully adapt to Jerry’s size.
“Okay,” he finally said, smiling. “We’re good to go.”
Jerry let out another low chuckle. “Good.”
Picking up in speed a little, he began to push deeper, and Mica began to push back in response, increasing the depth further still.
“That’s it,” Mica said. “Like that.”
Jerry’s hands, which had been holding Mica steady and guiding his cock, shifted position to instead tightly grab hold of Mica’s waist. In return Mica rolled his shoulders and took a slightly wider hold on the sofa.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you,” Jerry said as he started to pull back. “Right there on the street. I wanted to throw you down on the ground and fuck you till the cops hauled us away.”
So he did remember that moment. He’d claimed not to on their first true meeting, but Mica had suspected otherwise.
“You should have,” Mica said, as he slapped back onto Jerry’s cock hard enough to make the man gasp. “You should’ve treated me like a slut and left me dripping in your cum.”
Jerry only grunted and picked up the pace. Mica was ready for it now, though, and met each of Jerry’s thrusts with one of his own. Soon the pair were both breathing hard and focused only on their goal.
With each thrust, Mica felt fuller that he ever had before, and each time Jerry pulled away, he felt a sense of emptiness that had him pushing back hard to slide back on the thick shaft once more. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been in such ecstasy. Time lost all meaning, and for the next five, ten, or possibly a thousand minutes, the pair worked together in perfect sync, the only sounds coming from them being those of breathing.
It had to come to an end, though. Mica knew both of them were too damn horny for anything long lasting, and Jerry must have had the same idea. The speed began to pick up, the breaths became more ragged, and Jerry’s grip on Mica’s hips intensified.
“Faster,” Mica moaned.
Steadying himself with a forearm on the back of the couch, he used his other hand to grab his own cock, and began to stroke in time with their movements. It didn’t take long at all before he was nearing an end. He slowed his hand, hoping to finish at the same time as Jerry.
The sensations were too strong, though, and he found he couldn’t hold back. With a cry, he came hard, his cock pulsing in his grip as it spurted forth, splattering against the leather of the couch back.
The event was too much for Jerry, and he began to move faster, pushing deep into Mica’s ass, then pulling almost all the way out and repeating. Mica had to grip the couch once again just to stay upright, and even then it was hard work. Within moments, Jerry was up to a feverish pace, his breathing sounding more like that of an animal’s. With a grunt and one final stroke deep inside Mica, Jerry came, his cock pulsing as he delivered his hot load into the condom.
“Fuck.” Jerry sagged a little, then began to pull away. “That was intense.”
Mica regained his footing and stood straight as he turned to face Jerry for the first time since they had started. He was surprised to find the big man was also completely naked. His cock had started to droop, but it was still immense. Mica reached over and slid the condom off, then ran his finger along the thick shaft, tracing lines in the cum.
“Looking at it now, I still don’t know how this fit inside me.”
Jerry snorted. “You were a trooper.” The man rolled his neck and then shook his head. “I’m tired.”
“Long day,” Mica said, as he began to gather his clothes.
Was that a hint? Was he supposed to leave now? Jerry must have caught something in his face and held up a hand.
“I meant that the sex tired me out. That’s, uh, not normal for me.”
Mica shrugged. “You’d be surprised how often I hear that.”
An unreadable expression passed over Jerry’s features, but was replaced with a friendly smile. “Shower’s upstairs and to the left. I’ll tidy up around here, then head up for one myself. There’s plenty of hot water.”
Mica thanked him and headed up the stairs. He was beginning to ache, and some water may help take the edge off, he decided.
* * * *
Jerry waited until Mica was in the shower, then headed across to his computer. How could he have been so blind? It was obvious what Mica was, even if Mica himself didn’t know. The computer booted up, and he opened a web search, then typed only one word.
Incubus.
Chapter Eight
The shower upstairs shut off, and Jerry realized his “quick search” had turned into twenty minutes of browsing various demon and magic websites. He flicked off the computer again and quickly moved around the room, picking up discarded clothing as Mica padded back down the stairs.
“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your robe?”
“Hmm?” Jerry glanced up to find Mica swamped in black terry cloth. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I was the one who killed your clothes, after all.”
Mica grinned. “Believe me, I’m not complaining. The trip home might be tricky, though.”
“We can worry about that in the morning. Uh, assuming you want to stay the night,” Jerry added quickly.
“Sure. Though I don’t think I’ll be up to round two just yet.”
Jerry laughed. “Me either, actually. I don’t know what it is, but you really take it out of me.”
That was a lie. He knew exactly what it was, now. He was fishing for whether Mica knew.
“When I say I hear that a lot, I wasn’t kidding.” Mica shrugged. “I take it as a compliment
, but it’s weird.”
The man’s confusion seemed genuine so Jerry left it there, waving to the couch. “Let’s sit this time.”
As Mica settled, Jerry dropped beside him then froze. Mica looked at him questioningly.
“I’m still naked,” Jerry said.
Mica raised an eyebrow. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“I’ll, uh, be right back.”
Followed by Mica’s chuckles, Jerry grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, then dashed upstairs to quickly wash and throw something on. As he was changing, he glanced at his face in the mirror. His skin didn’t look pale like some had reported after sex with an incubus. That was a full-blooded one, though, and Jerry was pretty certain that Mica wasn’t. It was why his scent had been confusing. A mix of human and demon.
Mica was relaxing on the sofa when Jerry reappeared, and held up his beer as Jerry entered.
“As much as I enjoy watching you naked, you dress pretty well, too.”
“Same,” Jerry replied as he sat beside the man. “You want something on the TV? It’s voice controlled, if you want to give it a try. Just say ‘television’, then whatever you want to do.”
Mica smirked. “Really? That’s so cool! Okay…Television on.” There was a brief hum as the speakers turned on, followed by the TV itself. “Television, volume…low?” The volume dropped to a murmur and Mica clapped his hands. “That’s awesome! Did you set that up?”
Jerry nodded and let him mess around and find a channel for them to watch. There was something fun about watching someone play around with technology for the first time. Within a few minutes Mica had found an old movie they both liked, and turned on the subtitles in case they missed a line because of the low volume. Jerry didn’t point out that he could have heard it on the lowest setting from two houses over.
Looks like we both have secrets.
That wasn’t strictly true. Jerry had secrets, sure, but as far as he could tell, Mica had no clue about his own family history. Then again, he could just be very good at hiding it. Either way, the subject would have to be broached, and soon. Just not tonight. He wanted to research a little more. If Mica really did have no idea, he might have questions. Or a panic attack.
“So.”
“Hmm?” Jerry turned to find Mica watching him, a slight smile curling his lips.
“Tell me about yourself,” Mica said. “Where did you grow up?”
“Here. Well, this city anyway. It wasn’t quite so…”
“Huge?”
“Busy.” Jerry shrugged. “Not that I hate the place, I’m just not a big fan of people.”
“You should see where I’m from, then. Trees as far as the eye can see.”
“Sounds great. This place is still surrounding by forests, thankfully.”
“You love nature, then?”
Jerry nodded and found himself smiling. “Definitely. I’d rather be out in the hills than in some club any day.”
Mica grinned. “And yet we met in a bar.”
“Ah, well there are some things that are hard to find in a forest.”
“Like beer?”
“And cute guys.”
Mica flushed, but kept eye contact. “Compliments will get you everywhere, Mister…uh…”
“Fitzpatrick.” Jerry placed a hand on Mica’s thigh, a few inches south of his crotch. “And I’m glad to hear it.”
The man swallowed hard, his gaze flicking down to Jerry’s hand for a moment. “Heath.”
“Heath?”
“My last name.” He put his hand on top of Jerry’s. “If you’re thinking of doing depraved things to me, I’ll need to eat first to get my strength back.”
Jerry chuckled. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Something exotic. All we get back home is pizza and burgers.”
Jerry nodded, then used his voice activation to call the local Thai restaurant. It was easier to just pick up the phone, but he liked the way Mica’s eyes lit up when he did something fancy. If he was honest, the man’s eyes weren’t the only thing he liked.
* * * *
Thai food turned out to be as enjoyable as Jerry’s company. As they chewed their way through an excessive amount of something Mica couldn’t remember the name of—but promised himself he’d make a note of later—Jerry told him all about himself.
While he looked to be somewhere in his mid-thirties, the man seemed to have lived the life of someone at least a decade older. Either that or he’d been very busy for most of his life. He’d worked in dozens of jobs until he’d got lucky with some investments a few years back, which left him no longer needing to work so long as he wasn’t too extravagant.
He clearly didn’t count gadgets as extravagances, though. From where Mica sat in the front room, he could see thousands of dollars worth of electronics, from the huge TV, to the games consoles under it, to the large computer than hummed softly beside it. That computer was the one that controlled everything, Jerry had told him. It explained the large number of cables that trailed from the back of it.
Despite his love of technology, Jerry was very understated in every other part of his life, it seemed. There were no flashy clothing brands, no expensive car, and from what Mica had glimpsed of the bedroom as he’d left the bathroom earlier, no overpriced bed. Regardless, he was very much looking forward to spending some time in it later.
The whole time they chatted, though, Mica got a sense that something was troubling Jerry. He didn’t ask about it, as he didn’t want to overstep his bounds. They’d not known each other long enough for anything too deep, after all. Whatever the issue was, though, Jerry wasn’t letting it bother him too much.
“So what about you?” Jerry asked, later in the evening. “What was growing up in a small town like?”
“Quiet, in every sense of the word.” Mica sipped his beer and placed it on the corner of the table. “No traffic, no noisy bars, nobody bothering anybody else.”
“Not even about you being gay?”
“Nope. I came out as soon as I realized, and everyone was really supportive. If they thought anything negative, they kept it to themselves.”
“Must have been nice.”
“I take it that wasn’t the case with you?”
Jerry smirked. “Not quite, no. My mother freaked out, and my father tried to hit me.”
Mica leaned forward. “Really? He hit you?”
“I said he tried. As you can imagine I didn’t stay in the family home for much longer after that.”
“Did you ever make it up with them?”
Jerry shrugged. “Yes and no. I’m welcome at the dinner table at Christmas, but I doubt I’d be able to bring a date.”
Mica chuckled. “Well, there go my Christmas plans.”
Jerry laughed too and shook his head. “I’m not one for social events anyway. Outside of my pack—” He cleared his throat and looked down at the beer in his hands.
“Pack?”
“It’s a social group I’m part of,” Jerry said, quickly. “It started in this dumb video game about wolves, so we used to call ourselves a pack.”
“Oh. For a minute I thought you might be a werewolf or something.”
Jerry raised an eyebrow. “That’d be something, wouldn’t it?”
Mica sipped at his beer. “Well, you never know. You hear all these rumors, don’t you?”
“I guess.” Jerry smirked. “Why, are you into dating the supernatural? Because I could probably order a costume or something.”
“Depends. Do I get a costume too?”
“Oh, definitely. Something in spandex that allows easy access to your ass.”
Mica choked on his drink. “Suddenly I’m very interested in dating the supernatural.”
The night began to wind down, and the talking shifted from their pasts to the city and what Mica had to see, and what he should probably avoid. For someone who claimed to not be very social, Jerry certainly had a long list of attractions he enjoyed. Or perhaps he just wanted to
spend more time with Mica. Either way, Mica was happy.
As the third movie in a row ended, Mica realized how late it was. He’d told Molly not to expect him back any time soon, but he hadn’t really broached the idea of spending the night with Jerry, either, other than some earlier flirting.
Jerry made the conversation simple by leaning over and slipping his hand inside Mica’s robe, quickly finding his cock.
“I think it’s about time I fucked you again,” he said, his voice practically a growl.
Mica took in a steadying breath and nodded. He was usually as brazen as they came, but when Jerry used his “alpha tone,” as Mica had come to label it, it was hard to focus on any speech whatsoever.
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” he finally managed to force out. “Bedroom?”
Jerry smiled and stood, then in one quick motion picked Mica up and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman carry like he weighed no more than a bag of sugar.
“Bedroom,” the big man rumbled.
Chapter Nine
Jerry woke with a start as he realized someone else was in his bed. A moment later his brain kicked in and reminded him who it was. Mica. The cute guy he’d picked up, fucked, chatted with for hours, and then fucked again. He lay back and smiled wide. Last night was a good night.
He’d woken less worried about Mica, too. Sure, there would be an awkward conversation to come—two, in fact—but until that moment, there was no point letting it get him down. Take each day as it came. And speaking of coming…
Keeping his movements slow, he rolled onto his side so that he spooned against Mica’s sleeping form, then slid his hand over the man’s ass and hip until he found his cock. Mica stirred slightly as Jerry wrapped his fingers around the shaft, but didn’t wake. Smiling, Jerry began to gently massage Mica to full hardness. It didn’t take long at all, and within a minute or two Jerry had a stiff rod in his hand and one of his own that rubbed again Mica’s ass.
There was something about hand jobs that turned Jerry on. The power of holding someone’s cock in his hand was almost as satisfying as having his cock in their ass. That would have to wait, though. As energetic as Mica was, he’d still need time to rest before they could go again. Jerry had held nothing back on the second time the previous night.