Bit waved and put his briefs on, covering that tempting backside…thank God. “Hi, Joe. We had a nice hunt. How about you? Next time we’ll have to go out all together.”
His dad walked over as Chay shifted back. Mentally he groaned, but he couldn’t very well be rude and rush off. That would draw attention and speculation. Not that he minded everyone knowing, but he didn’t feel like explaining it right now. He wanted to get Bit home and naked again.
He reached around Bit, grabbed his boxers and jeans off the seat and quickly donned them. “Hi, Dad.”
“Morning, son. You boys want to go get some breakfast?”
Hell no. Not unless Bit is on the menu. “Uh…”
Bit pulled on his shirt and handed Chay his. “Can we take a rain check? We need to get home and let the puppy out. We locked him in last night.”
Yes. Thank you, Bit. Chay tugged his shirt down over his head and nodded. “Yeah, Pita is probably crossing his legs.”
Joe snickered. “Or flooding the house.”
Bit laughed. “I hope not. I think we have him housebroken.”
“I’m going to breakfast. You boys change your mind, give me a call.” He turned and walked back to his car, then stopped. “By the way. I expect you both for dinner sometime next week. I’ll talk to your mother and let you know what night.” He waved and got in his car.
Bit looked up from tying his sneakers and raised a brow.
Damn, Bit had sexy eyebrows. Chay groaned. Sexy eyebrows. Good Lord. Apparently, a significant amount of blood flow had been directed to his dick that would have normally been in his head…either that or he’d lost his damned mind. Good thing his cock was doing all the thinking. Chay shrugged and put his shoes and socks on. “I always have dinner with them once a week. The past two weeks not withstanding.”
“Are you ready?”
“Hell yes.” More quietly he added, for the benefit of others who might be listening, “We should hurry. Pita is probably hungry too.”
Bit winked, climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. “Chay, get my wallet out from under your seat.”
Chay got in, shut the door and dug under his seat. “Why, does it have a condom in it?”
Keaton snorted. “Not hardly.” Wolves didn’t catch or transmit diseases.
“Yeah, but if you did and it happened to be prelubricated…”
Bit’s eyes widened as he pulled on to the road. “Does this mean we are going—”
“To fuck? Hell yes. I mean if you’re okay with that of course.”
The car sped up. “I’ve been okay with it. I’ve been waiting on you.”
Chay glanced over, noticing the bulge in Bit’s jeans and couldn’t help himself. He reached out and grasped it. Hell yes, Keaton was hard. Chay’d known he was, but… Oh damn. He loved the feel of that hard prick throbbing in his hand. “Fuck, Bit, hurry.”
They made it home in record time and barely got the door closed before Bit practically climbed up his body.
He grabbed two handfuls of that sweet ass and drew him up as Bit’s mouth latched onto his neck. Those skinny arms wrapped around him. Thighs squeezed his waist. He moved Bit up and down, rubbing their pricks together, his cock already leaking. They were going to have to take the edge off. There was no way he would make it inside that tight little body before he went off like the Fourth of July.
He started down the hall toward the bedroom. “You didn’t really lock the dog door did you?”
“Mumph.” Bit nipped his skin and drew back, staring at his neck. He shook his head and dove in again, his mouth sucking.
Chay shivered, his Bit was marking him. He made it to the bedroom and dropped Bit on the bed. He took off his shirt as Bit leaned on his elbows, watching. He tackled his shoes next, then stripped out of his jeans, taking his underwear with them.
Bit stared at him, one hand touching himself through his pants. He looked fucking edible. “Jesus, Bit, get naked.” He didn’t even give the man time to respond, he grabbed both Keaton’s shoes and jerked them off, then attacked socks and pants. He yanked them and Bit’s briefs off. That pretty cock sprang free.
Keaton tugged his shirt up to his armpits, immediately dropping onto his back and stroking himself.
Fuck, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing. Chay groaned and climbed onto the bed between Bit’s open legs, settling on his knees. He gripped his prick and pulled in time with Bit’s hand.
Bit caught his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpered. He actually whimpered, then wide blue eyes peered up at him. His hand pumped faster, his eyes now glued to Chay’s cock. “God you look good.” The head of Bit’s dick glistened with precome.
Chay groaned, his own prick harder than a steel pipe and throbbing in his hand. He reached out with the other hand and cupped Bit’s balls, squeezing lightly. “Come for me, pretty baby. Come for me so I can fuck you.”
Bit lost it, moaning loudly as his hips raised off the bed. His body stiffened and he shot on his hand, his stomach.
The glazed look on that beautiful face and the smell of spunk pushed Chay right over. He thrust up into his hand twice and felt his balls pull tighter. He leaned over Keaton and watched the thick white liquid splatter on that pale belly. “Oh. Oh. Biiiit!”
Bit ran his fingers through the spunk on his stomach and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. “Mmm…”
Damn. His hips actually snapped forward. Geez. He sat back on his heels, watching his mate.
Keaton’s dick was only half-hard when he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor.
His cock never even lost interest.
“Want you inside me, Chay. You okay with that?”
“Hell yes. Been wanting to fuck you for weeks now.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“You wanted to take things slow.”
Keaton groaned and grabbed Chay’s cock.
He hissed, pushing up into Bit’s hand.
“Never listen to anything else, but you listened to that…” Bit grumbled, then bent forward and took him into his mouth.
Chay’s whole body trembled. He was already very sensitive. That hot wet mouth was heaven. You’d never know he’d recently come. He ran his fingers through the blond curls, watching that pretty mouth take his dick. Damn, but Bit could suck cock. The man had a natural talent. He could deep throat better than anyone Chay had ever met. “Damn, Bit. This is nice, but…” He pulled away from Keaton and opened the nightstand drawer. God, he hoped he had some lube in there.
Bingo. Lube and condoms. They didn’t need the condoms, he’d had them for a contraceptive. Wolves could get women pregnant.
“How do you want me?”
Chay gurgled, he actually freaking gurgled. He grabbed Bit and drew him up the bed, pressing him into the mattress for a kiss. “How do you want it?”
“I…I…however you want. It’s up to you.” Bit’s gaze darted around before settling on him.
He nipped his mate’s lip. “No it’s not up to me. How do you want to be?”
Bit swallowed. “On my back if it won’t bother you.”
Chay blinked. “Bother me? Hell no it won’t bother me, why would it?”
Bit shrugged.
“Oh no. You aren’t getting away with that.” He seized his cock and tapped Bit’s leg with it. “I don’t think this is going anywhere soon. I’ve got time.”
Keaton groaned and rolled his eyes. “Never mind.”
Chay sat back and shook his head. Something was bothering his mate and he was going to find out what it was. He just hoped like hell Bit didn’t decide to dig his heels in and be the stubborn bastard Chay knew he could be, because he really, really wanted to fuck Bit’s pretty little ass…soon.
Keaton sighed. “It’s hard to pretend I’m not a guy if—”
“What?”
Bit winced.
Where the hell had that come from? He’d thought they’d gotten past all the gay/straight stuff. He dropped
the lube, grasping Bit’s legs and pulling them up, making him bend his knees. He stooped over and ran his tongue up Keaton’s testicles before sucking on them. Chay pushed Bit’s legs closer to Bit’s chest, practically bending him in half, and traced his tongue down. He licked Bit’s crease and teased his anus.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Chay!” Keaton squirmed and wiggled. He acted like he couldn’t decide if he wanted closer or if he wanted to get away.
It didn’t matter, Chay didn’t give him the chance to do either. He continued to trace the tight puckered hole with his tongue, then lapped his way back up Keaton’s balls. Sometime during his rimming, Keaton’s prick had woken up again. Chay took Bit’s cock into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh!”
He drew back and caught Keaton’s surprised gaze. “You think I try to pretend you’re a woman?”
Bit’s jaw dropped. He shook his head slowly from side to side.
Chay grinned. “Good. I don’t want to hear that again.”
Bit nodded, his eyes glazed over.
Chay let go of his legs and retrieved the lube. He slicked up his cock. Keaton’s groan of appreciation had him lingering longer, playing it up for his mate. Damn, it felt pretty good too. He could just… Bit’s tight little ass. Focus, Chay. He let go of his prick and squeezed some more lube onto his fingers.
Bit grabbed his legs and held them back, his eyes nervous as he watched Chay.
“Shhh…relax, baby. I know damned well who you are. I’ve never pretended you were anyone else. Not gonna start now.” He gripped Bit’s foot with his non-slick hand and kissed the arch. “‘Sides no one else gets me as hot as you do.” He sucked the big toe into his mouth as his fingers slid over the ring of muscle.
Keaton gasped.
Chay pushed a finger in and they both groaned.
Damn, it was snug. His cock jerked in anticipation. He pressed another finger in, watching his mate’s face for signs of discomfort.
There weren’t any. Bit’s cock was rock hard against his stomach again. His eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips. Fuck, Bit was a good-looking man. “Ready for another finger, pretty baby?”
“Ready for your cock.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
Chay slid a third finger in, watching Bit’s face closely.
Bit sighed.
He pulled his fingers out and lined the head of his cock up with the ready hole. He pushed in and Keaton’s body swallowed him in. “Oh goddamn, you feel good.” He pressed forward slowly, his body arguing with him the whole way, telling him to hurry up. He ignored it, taking his time savoring the feel of his mate’s body squeezing him tight.
Bit whimpered. “Move. Please move.”
He did, thrusting gently at first. He’d done this before with women, but this was different, better. It was Bit, his mate.
Bit made such sweet sounds, gasps and sighs. Chay felt himself getting close. Smelled the drops of cum seeping from Keaton’s prick. He grabbed Keaton’s legs under the knees and pulled him up to meet his thrusts, moving faster.
Bit groaned, his eyes going wide.
Chay did it again.
Keaton’s whole body tensed, his ass tightening.
Chay groaned too. He sped his pace more and watched the pleasure play over Keaton’s face. He smiled and took notice of the angle he was using. He’d forgotten all about that. Hadn’t even considered that it was supposed to feel good when you stimulated the prostate. “You like that, baby?”
“God yes! Faster, Chay. Harder.”
A tingle raced up Chay’s spine. Damn, if that wasn’t hot, he didn’t know what was. He started snapping his hips faster. “Touch yourself. Jerk yourself off for me, Bit.”
Bit grabbed his prick, pulling in time to Chay’s strokes. It was the most erotic thing Chay’d ever seen.
Keaton’s teeth sank into his bottom lip as he pumped his cock. Within seconds he tightened around Chay, begging.
Chay didn’t know what he was saying, didn’t understand a word of it, but he knew what Keaton asked for. He fucked Bit fast and hard, driving into him. Within seconds Bit’s body shook, his moans growing louder and louder. His muscles clamped tight around Chay and the scent of spunk filled the air.
Keaton was always beautiful, but something about the look on his face when he came undid Chay.
Chay came with a ragged moan, his body spilling into his mate’s. He collapsed over Keaton, breathing hard, riding out the aftershocks.
Bit’s arms wrapped around him and he nuzzled his face against Chay’s. When he found Chay’s lips with his, he brought them together.
He moaned into Bit’s mouth, kissing back. God he loved this man.
Chay was practically floating when the gasp came from the doorway. “Motherfucker!”
Chapter Nine
Remi stood in the doorway, Pita cradled in his arms. He glared at Keaton and set the dog down. The puppy immediately rushed to the bed and started barking and hopping up and down.
Remi opened his mouth and shut it several times before pointing his finger at Keaton. “You. This is your fault. You’ve brainwashed him.”
“Out!” Chay grabbed the covers, throwing them over himself and Keaton, and slid to the side and out of Keaton’s body.
Keaton gasped at the pleasure, then snapped his mouth shut.
Surprisingly, Remi turned around and walked out of the room.
Chay sat up and ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?” Chay’s brow furrowed.
“Well…that Remi found out.”
He shook his head. “No. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s Remi’s fault. He’s always walking in, the fucker never has figured out how to knock on a damn door. Doesn’t matter, I’ve been putting it off. This is a good thing.” Chay bent, kissing him, and smacked his hip. “Get up and get dressed.” He got off the bed then swooped Pita up in one hand and held him face level. “And you. For the love of God, hush.”
Keaton sighed and trudged to the bathroom to wash up. When he came back Chay was fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. Keaton didn’t want to do this. Call it a hunch, but it was going to be pretty ugly.
“Bit…”
He grinned. “Yeah?” He’d never admit he liked Chay calling him that.
Chay stood, wrapping his arms around Keaton’s waist, and kissed his forehead. “Thank you.” He traced the bridge of Keaton’s nose with his thumb. “God, I love these freckles.”
Keaton rolled his eyes. “You’re insane, you know that?”
Chay nipped his chin. “It’s part of my charm. Come on. Let’s go talk to Remi. I’d kick his ass out, but he was my best friend for the past twenty years.”
“Was?”
Chay raised an eyebrow and grinned, then grabbed Keaton’s hand and led him to the living room.
Remi sat on the couch. He looked up as they walked in, took in their entwined hands and glowered at Keaton. “What did you do to him?”
Chay held up a hand. “Remi, don’t start. This has nothing to do with Keaton.”
“What? Yes, it does,” Remi shouted.
Keaton nodded, then realized what he was doing. Good lord was he actually agreeing with Remi?
“Listen, Remi, this is none of your business. But you’re my friend and I’m going to explain this to you, this once.” Chay let go of Keaton’s hand and sat on the couch, turning slightly toward Remi.
Pita pounced over and started pulling on Chay’s pant leg, growling. Keaton grinned, picked the pup up and sat in the chair catty-corner to the couch.
Remi ran his hands down his face. The man really was handsome, too bad he was such an ass. He sat forward and rested his hands on his knees. “Why, Chay? Is this some sort of rebellion or something to piss your mother off? It wasn’t bad enough that you brought home a half-white friend, now you have to bring home a white lover? A guy, for crying out loud. You aren’t even gay
.”
Chay sighed. “It has nothing to do with my mother. And can we stop with the whole gay, not-gay thing? It’s irrelevant. Keaton is my lover, and I’m keeping him, that’s that.”
“What, did you all of a sudden decide you didn’t like women anymore?”
“I like women. I just like Bi—Keaton more.”
Remi glared at Keaton then turned back to Chay. “This is un-fucking-believable. What does he have on you? Is he blackmailing you or something?”
Chay closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Keaton had the sudden urge to take him in his arms and tell him it would be all right, but he knew it wouldn’t. Remi was only the first. Lena Winston was going to react ten times as bad.
Chay dropped his hand and looked at his friend. “Remi—”
“Well, hell, Chay, what am I supposed to think? You never liked men that way before.”
“I’m going to say this once. You can deal with it, or you can go, it’s up to you. I love Keaton and he’s staying…”
Keaton gasped, his eyes going wide as he glanced over at Chay. Poor Remi looked like someone had sucker punched him. Wait, no. Not “poor Remi”, the man was an asshole.
Chay kept talking, oblivious to their reactions. “…here. This is his home now. He isn’t going anywhere…ever. If you can’t be nice to him then you’re no longer welcome here.”
“So it’s me or him?”
“Not if you can behave and stop insulting him. We’ve been friends for a long time, but I’m not going to allow you to badmouth and torment Keaton.”
Remi stood up, outraged. “You would throw our friendship away for…for”—he pointed at Keaton—“that…that little faggot.”
Chay jumped up, anger radiating off him. “That’s it! Get out. Get the fuck out and don’t come back until you can behave.”
Remi glared at Keaton one last time and stormed out, slamming the front door behind him.
Keaton closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the chair. Fuck. This sucked.
Pita raised up, putting his front paws on his chest, and started licking his chin.
Keaton put him on the floor and looked around for Chay. He stood at the back window, peering out. Keaton didn’t know what to say. Should he go and try to comfort Chay? The strangest thing was he had this urge to actually defend Remi. The man had to be in shock.
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