by Kit Fortier
Ben bounced on the balls of his feet in the elevator. He looked down at Eric, and the two grinned.
Once they got through the front doors, Ben picked Eric up by the hips. Eric wrapped his legs around Ben’s torso and attacked his mouth.
“Couldn’t wait,” Ben gasped between kisses. He banged the door of his room open, carrying Eric on through and slamming the door shut behind him. Eric hadn’t let up on his mouth as he fumbled to lock the door.
“Want you,” Eric gasped into his mouth. Ben nodded vigorously.
He carried Eric over the bed and laid him down on it. He straddled the shorter guy, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off him. He tossed it over his head without a care as to where it would fall.
“Unwrapping your present?” Eric grinned.
“Fuck yeah,” Ben said as he latched onto one of Eric’s nipples. Eric whimpered into his ear as he sucked and teethed at the little pink nub until it was hard and almost red. Ben did the same to the other nipple, and Eric held his head close, a low whine pouring from his mouth. Ben pulled off his shirt and hopped out of his pants in record time. He shucked his underwear and pulled Eric’s jeans off with ease.
Ben crawled onto the bed, burying his face in the rich warmth of Eric’s groin. The musk and mint scent that pulled on Ben’s brain was particularly strong. He kissed and inhaled deeply, making his way up the center of Eric’s body to his mouth.
“Eric?”
“Ben…”
“Can I… can I fuck you?”
Eric nodded. “Please.”
“What do I need to do?”
Eric lifted his legs. “Get me ready, Ben.”
Ben nodded. He reached down and pulled out a few condoms and tossed them on the bed. Ben went to his backpack and dumped the contents, practically leaping when he found his lube. He jumped back on the bed, making Eric laugh as he was partially launched into the air.
“Come on, Ben, I want you.”
Ben didn’t need encouraging. He was desperate to make this happen. With a snap of the lid, Ben poured out a liberal amount of lube on his fingers. He rubbed them together to warm up the slick fluid. He sniffed the underside of Eric’s warm sack, kissing, licking and sucking on one delicate globe, then the other, winning him more whimpers and moans. Ben started with one finger, pressing against the wrinkled flesh that was the shorter man’s rear entrance. He watched with fascination as his finger slipped into the warmest, tightest spot he’d ever explored.
“More,” Eric begged. Ben complied, inserting a second finger, stretching the ring of Eric’s ass just a little more. He went for a third finger. Eric gasped when Ben scraped across something inside. That mound of flesh that likely provided much of the pleasure they’d have when he was finally inside him.
“Ready,” Eric whimpered. Ben nodded, desperate to fulfill his part. He fumbled with the condom, trying to rip it open. No matter how many times he wiped his slicked fingers, his brain hadn't registered to wipe the foil packet instead. Eric laughed and took it from him. He tore it open neatly with his teeth and sheathed the large, warm, thick member that he would soon feel inside him. Ben moaned as Eric ran his hand over his shaft, slicking it with lube from Ben’s fingers.
“Do it, B, please.”
Ben blinked at the name. It set off a chain reaction in his head, absorbing and accepting it with ease. It would be something for them, and only them. Ben walked on his knees around Eric’s raised legs. He wanted to see himself enter, and he wanted to see Eric’s face when he did it.
It only took moments, but that warm, tight heat he felt around his fingers now absorbed his dick. Eric gasped as Ben moved forward, nodding madly and begging for more now more yes please.
Soon, Ben was fully seated, and Eric’s dick was long with girth to spare. In his arousal, he was hard, straining for relief, and leaking. For a trim, little guy, Eric was well endowed.
Ben shivered at the idea that Eric would take him one day. That thought was a seed that would blossom in time into reality, but in the moment, he was hell bent on giving Eric his very all.
Every muscle in his body tightened and shifted as Ben scooped Eric onto him, shuffling off the bed until he could stand. Eric wrapped his legs around Ben’s hips, moaning in his ear at the thickness buried in him.
Ben took Eric to the window, pressing the shorter man’s back against the glass. He began to thrust. The gasps and whimpers Ben heard drove him in harder. He was desperate for more of those noises of pleasure from Eric’s mouth.
Eric sucked on his neck, stoking Ben’s fire even more. He did the same—as Eric marked him, he marked Eric, fucking him hard against the window. They gave the world below quite the show, taking air when they could get it in their frantic rush to the finish.
The big guy was slick with sweat. Eric ran his hands through the hair on Ben’s chest. The feeling was like swipes of electricity that ran up and down his spine zinging from his brain to his dick and back again. Eric’s pupils were blown out with desire, and Ben kept hammering away.
“Gonna… gonna come,” Eric groaned. Ben nodded, his thrusting getting faster, more erratic. Eric tilted his head back. He banged against the window and cried out as his release exploded upwards. Release splashed both himself and Ben in the neck, drizzling on down. Ben saw Eric’s essence on him as the heat in his chest, his neck began to rise. Pleasure curled tightly around the base of his spine as he held Eric near. His essence soaked into the sweat and thatches of hair between both men. Ben kissed Eric, the coil around his spine snapped as he fed him his lengthy groans of release while he filled the condom. Eric held on tight, raking his nails over Ben’s wide back, panting against the taller man’s skin.
“So good,” Eric whispered. Ben kissed his face and his wet hair as he pulled away from the window. He deposited Eric on the bed and fell back against the window with a giddy chuckle as he tried to even out his breathing. The cool touch of the glass against his sweaty back gave him a little chill-shock, and his sheathed length had started to wither. It made removing the filled condom easier. After tying it off and dumping it, Ben went to the shower, turning it on.
“Let’s get you cleaned off,” Ben said to Eric. He nodded. But rather than bring Eric to his feet, Ben lifted Eric with ease. He carried him into the bathroom like a groom carrying a bride over a threshold. The little guy gave a silly grin, but said nothing while Ben touted him from one room to the other.
The two showered off, lathering each other and massaging each other’s scalps with shampoo. Ben had to get down on one knee for Eric to reach his head easier. But it was worth it to hold Eric close, water becoming a conduit for contact and kisses. After they were clean, Ben pulled out a towel, patting the shorter man dry. He took special care to dry him off at his groin and between his legs. He did the same for himself as he sat on the edge of the bed. Eric crawled into his lap, kissing him.
“We’re going to do that again.” It wasn’t a question.
Ben nodded.
There was a knock at the door.
“Ben? Eric? Whenever you guys can, come into the living room, okay?”
Fox. Somehow, Ben figured it would be Fox who’d play the messenger. He and Eric weren’t exactly whispering for the past hour.
Ben pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and grabbed a bathrobe.
“You want to use my shorts?” Ben asked. Eric nodded, and accepted the bathrobe Ben passed him.
There’d be no doubt what they were up to.
*** Eric
There was no doubt Ben wanted his Dad to know he just had sex. It was almost a dare. To Eric, it didn’t seem particularly wrong to play up the rebellious part. But he wondered what his place was in the mayhem to come.
The wolf made itself known, in the moments after their climaxes. Eric saw flashes of a pair of wolves, curled around each other in warmth. Waves of contentment and desire swept over him—mating was on the wolf’s mind. Eric couldn’t help but agree. Still, he tamped down the emotions, much to the wolf’s dism
ay, as it returned to its nebulous lair in the back of Eric’s mind.
The younger men walked in on the older men sharing a moment. Jake saw them and immediately turned a shade somewhere between pink and red. Fox only smiled, taking his husband’s hand in his own.
“What’s going on, Dad?” Ben asked.
“We’re going to take a look at you. Both of you,” Jake said.
“Dad, that’s not—”
“Don’t misunderstand, son. Please, hear me out. We’re comparing what we see. We want to see your spark, Ben, and his—to see how it acts inside his body. Maybe we can see what we can do to get the disease out.”
Eric put his hand in Ben’s and squeezed. Ben turned to him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.
Jake’s eyes widened, but to his credit, said nothing. Again, Fox only smiled.
“What do you need me to do?” Eric asked.
Fox spoke. “Would you both stand in that open area there?” Fox indicated a wide swath of oriental carpet with nothing on it. Both Ben and Eric padded barefoot to the carpet and turned around, side by side, holding hands.
“Okay, boys. Don’t move for a while, okay?”
Eric nodded. Ben just stood there.
The two waited. Ben’s thumb tracing over Eric’s hand. Eric squeezed Ben’s hand gently. That earned him a soft smile from the man who was inside him, in his body, and his heart, not too long ago.
The waiting seemed to go on. The older guys shared looks and said things about sparks and ethers and how to transmute a cure or transfer light. Ben looked anxious. He said, “fuck it,” and wrapped his arms around Eric protectively, holding him from behind. Eric smiled, kissing Ben on the cheek.
Fox winked at Eric. Jake still was talking about what he might have seen.
“Have a seat, boys,” Jake said kindly.
Ben sat first, pulling Eric onto his lap. Eric could have laughed at the humor of the situation. It was almost as if Ben was daring his Dad to say anything. But he didn’t fight. He seemed like he liked seeing Ben happy.
“You guys are being safe, right?” Jake asked.
“Dad!” Ben barked.
“Guys,” Fox warned.
“Sorry, sorry,” Jake held up his hands as if he was backing away physically.
“We are, Dad,” Ben said.
Eric chimed in. “We are. He is.”
Jake buried his face in Fox’s shoulder. Fox kissed the top of his husband’s head.
“We’ve got an idea,” Fox said.
Eric turned himself to face Fox and Jake. Ben wrapped his arms around him from behind. Ben sighed against his back as he held the shorter man like a rather large teddy bear.
“I’ve been told that lycanthropy is a mix of magic and alchemy,” Fox said. “Magic can’t function long without a mage to sustain it, which is where the alchemy comes in. But if we can undo the alchemy that binds the magic, we can hopefully undo the condition itself.
“What do I have to do?” Eric asked.
“For now, nothing,” Jake said, pulling away from his husband’s shoulder. “We got a good look at how lycanthropy works in you. We can’t know for sure. We haven’t got a solid look at other wolves like we have you, but it seems like whatever you have is not too intense.”
“How can you know?” Eric asked.
“You’re aware,” Jake replied. “You aren’t mindless when you’re a wolf. That Ben could get near you as a wounded werewolf shows how much more control you have than the average Lycan. You’ve still got the spark—more of it, in fact, than the flow of Aether you’re tangled with. But don’t take my word. Fox and I have only been able to see what we can as of recently.
“Still, it’s likely that’s why those mages tried to kill you. They couldn’t control you, because you were already in control of yourself. To them, it seemed that if they couldn’t have you, no one could. The wolf was too smart for them—too strong, so they didn’t need you.”
The thought of what the mages needed made Eric sigh sadly. “That’s me. No one really needs me for any—” Eric yelped, surprised. “Ow, Ben, you’re crushing me!”
“Stop that,” Ben whispered.
“Stop what?”
“Stop saying you’re worthless, or letting others do that you.”
“B…”
“You’re worth so much more than you think,” Ben’s voice trembled.
Eric didn’t have the wherewithal to ask what Ben meant. He didn’t know what Ben saw in him, but whatever he saw, he was defending it with everything he had. He pulled Ben’s face up. The tears at the edges of his bright blue eyes spoke volumes of unnamed emotions. Eric softly brushed the little drops away with his thumbs.
“If you give me time, Ben, I’ll figure out what it is that you see in me.”
In front of his dads, Eric kissed their son.
6. Getting to Know You
*** Fox
The two younger men went back to Ben’s room. Fox watched until they closed the door behind them. Quietly, he took Jake’s hand and walked him to their own bedroom.
Fox exhaled the long and loaded day away with a cleansing breath. What Jake and Fox learned in using their sparksight, as well as that interview with poor Eric would have them busy for the next few days. But at the moment, Fox had a distraught husband whose heart ached for the son he didn’t have for a decade.
Jake broke away from Fox quietly and stepped out of sight into the bathroom. The sound of water from the sink faucet hissed loudly through the air. Fox strode to the doorway and leaned against it, watching his man douse his face.
“My son’s in love with a werewolf,” Jake muttered between handfuls of cold water. “He’s in love with a were—”
“A 19-year old boy who’s probably been on the run his whole life, scared out of his mind?” Fox collected a hand towel and sat at the edge of the sink’s counter.
Jake turned off the faucet. Fox already had the towel out in hand for his man to grab. As he patted the water away, Jake spoke through the thick fabric.
“Never in a million years did I ever think that was a sentence I would ever say,” the big guy said. “And yet somehow, the thought of my son getting tested for STDs is the thing that’s making me want to head for the hills?”
That made Fox throw his head back with a laugh. There was, indeed, a fair deal of absurdity. “Well, you’ve been on your trek, this seven year task, thinking about things like altered beasts and Aether and transmutations and all that, so it seems logical that you feel better equipped to handle those things.”
Jake huffed a sigh of relief. “It’s a relief to know I’m not the only one who thinks I’m crazy,” he said as he crossed into the bedroom. Fox trailed after, slipping his arms around Jake and relishing in the warmth of his body with his face at rest against the big man’s shoulder.
“What am I doing, Fox?”
“I don’t know, what are you doing?” Fox replied playfully. His man was too much in his own head, and the mood needed adjusting.
Jake took Fox’s hands in his own.
“You’re not being helpful.”
“Did you expect me to be?”
Jake stepped out of Fox’s grasp and threw himself onto the bed, face down. He groaned into the mattress the sum of all his frustration and confusion.
“Baby,” Fox said, sliding across the mattress an arm’s length from the big guy in the bed, “I know you’re making up for the time you weren’t there for Ben, but he’s not a kid anymore.”
Jake’s head popped up, and Fox almost laughed at the glare the big guy gave him.
“You know what I mean. Yes, he’s your kid, but he’s not a kid.”
“Still not helping.” Jake’s head came back down with a comic thump. Fox crawled closer to him. He ran his fingers through Jake’s coarse, salt-and-pepper hair.
“Papa bear…”
“What?”
It was a clear sign that Jake wasn’t in the mood for playful banter when he didn’t answer back with one of his
many pet names.
“You’re mad.”
“Yes! No…”
“Frustrated.”
Jake nodded.
“Because Ben might get hurt. Because he’s still hurting.”
Jake nodded again.
“What do you think we can do?”
Jake glared at Fox. This was a new look. Fox didn’t know if he liked it or not. It certainly wasn’t playful.
“We? You’re not his dad, Fox. I am.”
Fox’s mouth turned down. He decidedly didn’t like it.
“Right. Good night, Jake.” Fox pushed off the bed and crossed to the far side of where he usually slept and lay down on top of the covers, fully dressed. He faced out the window, his back to his man.
“Shit,” Jake said behind him. “Baby…”
Fox said nothing.
“Fox, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that—I wasn’t thinking.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Can we talk?”
“Don’t know. If you’re going to shoot me down and make this a you versus me thing, I might as well go to sleep.”
Fox felt the mattress dip behind him. Jake slid a big arm around him and gently rolled him onto his back. The big guy rested his head against Fox’s chest.
“I don’t want to fight you, Foxy.”
“I didn’t think we were fighting. You just kinda whipped it out and pissed on your territory and went all me, Jake, you not Jake caveman. I get it. We’re not a we.”
“We’re a we, hon. We have been since we met.”
If his man wasn’t so earnest, he might have stayed mad. But he couldn’t. Fox put a hand on Jake’s stubbled cheek and lifted his head. Their eyes connected.
“I know he’s not my son, big guy. I’m not even old enough for that. But not too long ago, I was him at some point. You can’t expect him to learn anything if you won’t leave him anything to learn from. Give him a chance.”
Relief crept across Jake’s features, smoothing out the lines of worry on his forehead and the ones that bracketed his mouth. A hint of mischief began to bloom behind the man’s silvery eyes. “So… You’re saying I’m a cradle-robber?”