by Willa Okati
Dylan’s eyes warmed. “I see you’re still wearing your badge of honor.”
“Oh, yes. A beautiful stain advertising the fact that I couldn’t wait.”
“While you were sucking my cock ... the way you looked with your mouth wrapped around me was a gorgeous sight. Do you know how fiery it made me to have you get off on that alone?”
“Scorching enough to boil this water?” Alex asked as he skinned off his pants. Good God, he’d been running around barefooted! “Feels okay when I test it, but how cold is it in there, anyway? Really?”
“Bracing. After the first shock, you’ll love it.” Dylan hummed in the back of his throat. “It’s a little like home used to be.”
Alex hesitated. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about your past.”
“So maybe I’ve changed my mind. But we make it an even trade, because nothing is free, remember? You’ve come down here to eat some crow, and I’ll trade you a little info on why I became what I am. Fair?”
He couldn’t tell if this was a test or not, but Alex took a chance and nodded. Swallowing hard, he slid his feet back into the chilly water, and then, holding his breath, slipped over the edge and plummeted down.
Hol-ee fuck! Cold! Cold, cold, cold! The change in temperature the deeper you went was a serious shock to the system. Alex all but shrieked, remembering at the last second that it wouldn’t exactly be sexy for Dylan to need to perform CPR to get the conversation going again, and shot to the surface.
He poked his head above water with his teeth chattering. “G-g-good G-g-od!”
Dylan roared with laughter. “Wuss.”
“I am not! I just don’t like being frozen.” Alex clung to one pool edge. It’d been years since he’d done more than sit in a hot tub with a mimosa at his side, and he wasn’t at all sure he wouldn’t drown.
“Oh, for heaven’s ... come here, would you?” Dylan pried Alex’s arms away from the edge and pulled him into the circle of his arms. The bartender felt buoyant, like a cork, comfortable to hang onto and, oh ... so ... naked. Yum. Safe, naked. And ‑‑ how can I help myself around Dylan? ‑‑ horny. I really hope this leads to the inevitable.
Apparently Dylan was thinking along the same lines, because his lover slid one wet hand behind Alex’s head and brought him in for a kiss. His lips were also cool, but the mouth-on-mouth was plenty hot. Damn, did the man know how to work a good smooch. Nibbling at Alex’s bottom lip, then sweeping his tongue in, Dylan chuckled into Alex’s moan of pleasure and tilted their heads so he could plunder deeper. Alex gladly surrendered control, head over heels with the feeling of being wrapped up in those strong arms.
Both men were rigid by the time Dylan drew back to let Alex get some air. Alex could feel his lips swelling slightly from the bruising force of the kiss, and he licked them, loving the sensation. Dylan rubbed the back of Alex’s neck, soothing and comforting, which made Alex think he could be content to just savor this particular moment, no frills necessary.
That was, until Alex changed his mind on a whim. What? It could be a man’s prerogative, too. He shifted accidentally-on-purpose and brought their cocks bumping together. Dylan sucked in a deep breath, then grinned. “Sex kitten.”
“And we all know how much cats like water.” Alex regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth.
Dylan didn’t seem to mind, though. “Every now and again there’s a cat who likes to swim with the big dogs. Maybe you’ll learn to love the water.” He sighed. “And I suppose I should tell you why I stopped.”
“You explained a little before,” Alex said, not wanting Dylan to feel pressured any longer. “The seas aren’t safe anymore.”
“They aren’t, but that’s not all. I’ll tell you if you promise to hush and let me get this all out, okay?” Dylan laid one finger over Alex’s lips. “That, by the way, means shush.”
Blinking innocently, Alex nodded.
“There aren’t many of my people left, and among those remaining few, they had a compulsion to breed. I’d never enjoyed sex with the females, even though I’d tried it often enough when someone asked me for a tumble ... so I couldn’t stay with the seals or I’d be untrue to myself. I suppose you’d say that was my big ‘coming out.’” He laughed a little bitterly. “‘Out’ is the operative word. They pushed me away and refused to let me back in.”
Alex shook his head. He was being good, being quiet, but he hoped Dylan could understand his unasked why? and what happened next?
It seemed he did. “I hitched a ride with the captain of a fishing boat, pretending I’d fallen overboard from another ship. He was a nice man. Big and fat, with a white beard like Santa Claus. He gave me the trunk that you saw and didn’t ask questions about the seal skin. I got the feeling he knew I wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but he left well enough alone.”
Alex felt himself flushing a deep dark red.
“Stop that. You aren’t him.” Dylan tugged Alex closer. “For one thing, I never had a single urge to fuck him until he was nothing but a puddle that whimpered.” He pushed their groins together, starting up a slow and steady rhythm. “You, on the other hand, I can’t get enough of.”
Taking a chance, Alex raised his hand. Dylan was clearly amused, but said, “You have a question?”
“A few, but I’ll keep it simple for now.” Alex twined his arms around Dylan’s neck. “Have we kissed and made up? I’m so sorry I was such an unbearable twat earlier. And now I really know just how much you don’t like those.”
“Depends. Do you want to keep being a part of my life?” Dylan gave Alex another taste of the old bump-and-grind, grownup style. “Or do you want this to be a one-nighter with a, what did you say, a kiss and goodbye in the morning?”
Alex bit his lip. The thought of being with someone long term still just about scared the shit out of him, but for a chance with Dylan ... “Let’s see how long we last,” he said quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the lapping water. “I think you’re worth it; do you think I am?” He rubbed his chest against the ex-selkie’s. “Tie, remember?”
Dylan grinned, then slanted his head so that he could fit his lips over Alex’s. His tongue flickered out, sliding suggestively along Alex’s own, tickling and enticing. Alex moaned into Dylan’s mouth, loving every second of this.
Do I have another chance? Maybe, maybe?Alex thought he sensed reluctance in the selkie when Dylan brought their kiss to an end. The bartender was still grinning, though, as he flicked a wet strand of hair from Alex’s cheek.
“Then I’ll have to take you to a beach one day. I won’t exactly be in seal shape, but we can still have a good time sunning ourselves.”
Alex perked up. “Can we go to Hilton Head?”
“If I get enough time off.”
“Your get-out-of jail-free-due-to-the-Brotherhood card only lasts for one night?”
“Valid until the expiration date of dawn tomorrow.” Dylan brushed Alex’s mouth with a light kiss. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still see each other. I have weekends, you have weekends.”
“I was thinking about tossing in the valet job and getting a bartending gig here,” Alex admitted.
“It’s a thought. We probably wouldn’t run into each other any more often, though.”
“What if I used my connections to get a job helping you out at your bar?”
“It’s a thought. But our shifts might not coincide.”
“Ah, we could work something out.” Alex nuzzled closer. “I saw how busy you were. You could use a hand. That place is too much for a one-man show.”
“Mmm.” The offer earned Alex another ardent kiss. “I could always use some help, that’s for sure. Those sports fans get rowdy. You wouldn’t believe how much beer and liquor they can put away.”
“So we can think about it? Maybe I can ask Liam.”
“You leave Liam alone. The poor guy’s going to be worn out after tonight.” Dylan grew serious. “I don’t know how many details you’ve been given, but Liam
gave up a lot to see that you Brothers had this one magical night, and he’s still giving. He’ll be ragged. Don’t bother him. We’ll just take things nice and slow and see what happens. Deal?”
“Can I have another kiss?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Dylan lowered his mouth to Alex’s and licked at the corner before pressing their lips together, the embrace long and lingering, heated enough that by the time they broke apart again Alex was whimpering, humping against Dylan like a horny teenager.
Dylan slid his other hand down to cup one cheek of Alex’s ass. “I’ve been dreaming about getting inside you again,” he whispered into one ear. “You ever do it in the water, kitten?”
Alex shook his head. “I’m always up for something new though.” He laughed, startled. “I guess that’s why the club likes me.”
“Hmm.” Dylan seemed to roll that over in his mind. “I think you’re right. Are you still slick from earlier?”
“Should be.” Alex gave Dylan his sauciest look. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Dylan slid one finger into the crevice between Alex’s ass cheeks and prodded at the snug hole there. Alex couldn’t help making a needy sound and writhing in Dylan’s arms. “Oh, yeah, you’re still slick. And you’re very hungry for me, aren’t you? Just dying to have my cock inside you. You want me to fuck you good and hard.”
“Yes, please. Now?”
“One-syllable words. Now that’s a positive sign that a man is ready. Here, grab on to the edge.” Dylan guided Alex to the side of the pool and lifted Alex’s arms so that Alex could hold the concrete in his hands. “Good and tight, now. Just like that sweet hole of yours.”
As Alex clung to the wall, he felt the pressure of two fingers sliding into his ass. He gave a deep sigh of contentment and a hitch of eagerness, writhing backward toward his lover as best as he could.
“Greedy, greedy.”
“You said it yourself. Insatiable.”
Dylan paused. “So, we’ve put everything behind us now? We’re going to have a fresh start?”
“Brand new,” Alex said breathlessly. “But I want to keep the memory of that Full-Body Special. That’s one for the diary.”
“Mmm. I’ll have to read your diary someday.”
“It’s nothing to write home about. Just page after page of meaningless sex.”
“And this does mean something?” Dylan added a third finger, creating a sweet burn of pleasure/pain.
Alex moaned and shifted his hips, bearing down to help Dylan stretch him out. “It means more than you know.”
“I’m not sure, but I think I have an idea. I’m the possessive type, Alex, so if or when you say you’re mine, you’re mine. At least for now. No more questions about the past, right?”
Alex tilted his head back as Dylan added a fourth finger, the pressure almost too much and not quite enough at the same time. “None,” he breathed. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
“As you wish.” Alex felt Dylan’s cockhead lining up against his pucker. “No need for condoms. We couldn’t pass anything back and forth. I should apologize myself, for misleading you earlier.”
“We both screwed up. Over and done. Now screw me.”
“Anytime, kitten. Knowing you, I think you’re more than ready.”
Alex felt the solid, blunt push and gasped when Dylan popped into his channel. “More. Harder,” he begged.
“All night long, if you want.”
“Is that a promise?”
Dylan laughed. “We’ll see what we can do.” He thrust in fiercely, taking Alex’s breath away.
Oh, yes. This is definitely going to be a night to remember. As Alex closed his eyes in bliss, he spared one more thought for his benefactor. Thank you, Liam. Wherever you are, whatever you are, thank you beyond my wildest dreams.
You might just have helped me find the love of my life.
* * * * *
Liam finished up another drink and pushed his glass away. He could feel the lines tightening around his eyes, but the extra sugar had helped him maintain this aspect of his corporeal form.
“You look like shit,” the bartender grunted. “How much longer you gonna keep this up?”
“Not too much longer. Then I will have my reward.” Liam winked at the man, and let himself disappear, leaving behind a neatly written signature on a paper napkin.
He came back to himself in the viewing room, just in time to see another monitor go dark.
Ahh ... so Alex has made up his differences with the handsome bartender. Another of the Brothers has found his happiness. But what of myself? I wear too thin, like a well-patched blanket coming apart at the seams. Allen and Harrison yet need my help. Will I be able to give it to them?
No. There must be no room for self-doubt.
Liam straightened his back, sitting upright despite his shaking hands and the tremors in his legs. He tapped the floor, focusing on Allen’s screen.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Come on. This can hardly be as difficult as many of the others, Allen. You have nothing to fear. He is, after all, only a werewolf ...”
Willa Okati
Although a relative newcomer to the field of e-publishing, Willa Okati has been writing since before she was old enough to pick up a pen. She thinks she knows where those dictated stories are hidden, but she'll never tell.
Willa is also very interested in the paranormal: magery, Wicca, New Age philosophy, transgender studies, and of course, writing. You can drag her away from the computer if you really fight, but you'd better be prepared for a battle.
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A secretary for eight years, she now writes full-time -- and wouldn't trade it for the world.
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