Authors: Faith Gibson
Jasper
was no longer in charge of his body. His beast had taken control the minute
Trevor looked at his lips. He was currently enjoying the taste of his mate’s
mouth, the feel of his body. Evidenced by the hard cock rocking against his
own, Trevor was as turned on as Jasper. He needed to get his shifter in check.
Jasper didn’t want to scare Trevor away by being too aggressive. The mate pull
was a powerful force, and he wanted Trevor to want him on his own, not because
the fates decided he should. He set Trevor on his feet, holding his hips so
their hard-ons were no longer touching. He didn’t release Trevor’s mouth,
though. He slowed the feeding frenzy down to a soft nibble. When he managed to
pull back, he placed his forehead to Trevor’s, not yet able to look him in the
eye.
It
took a little longer for Trevor’s breathing to return to normal. When they both
had their bodies under control, Jasper apologized. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,
I can see why you wouldn’t want that to happen,” Trevor said and walked out of
the room.
“No,
you misunderstood. Trevor, come here.” When his mate didn’t return to the
kitchen, Jasper followed him. He was staring out the front window. Against his
better judgement, Jasper pulled Trevor’s body against his. “I promised you I
would go slow. I’m not sorry I kissed you but that I got a little carried
away.” Jasper’s cock was still hard and aching, and he nestled it between
Trevor’s cheeks. When Trevor leaned his head back against Jasper’s shoulder, he
kissed his temple. “I want that to happen more than you could ever know.” He
kissed behind his ear, then his cheek, down to his jaw. Trevor tilted his head,
offering Jasper access to his neck. Jasper dropped his fangs and scraped them
along the pale skin. Trevor shivered as the sharp canines got close to his
shoulder. Jasper wrapped one hand around Trevor’s throat. Not tight, just
holding enough pressure to be sensual. He would never make his mate feel
dominated unless he asked for it. Even then he wasn’t sure he could.
Jasper
retracted his fangs, the temptation to bite his mate too great. Trevor moaned
as Jasper continued working his neck and jaw over with his mouth and tongue.
When Trevor pushed his ass back against Jasper, he nearly came in his pants.
Trevor grabbed Jasper’s hand that was on his hip and pulled it to the hard-on
he was sporting. Jasper massaged the hard cock through Trevor’s jeans while
rocking his dick against Trevor’s ass.
He
applied more pressure, alternating between stroking Trevor’s shaft and fondling
his balls. Jasper slid his tongue up Trevor’s neck, taking his earlobe between
his teeth. He breathed his warm words into Trevor’s ear, “I want to taste you,
Trev. I want to drop to my knees and rip your pants to your ankles so I can
slide your glorious cock into my mouth. I want to suck you so hard until you
shoot your load down my throat.” His words had a bigger effect than he
intended. Trevor’s breathing became even more ragged. Jasper worked his dick
through his pants, encouraging him to let go while Jasper rocked his cock even
faster against Trevor’s ass. “That’s it Baby, come for me.”
“Jas,
aw…fuck…” he cried as he came beneath Jasper’s hand. Jasper released Trevor’s
neck but continued sucking and licking his skin. Trevor let out a deep sigh.
“Well, that was embarrassing.”
Jasper
turned him around so he could see his beautiful face. “Getting off is
embarrassing? How so?”
“I
came in my pants like a thirteen year-old looking at porn for the first time.”
“Is
that right? I guess I should be embarrassed, too.” Jasper stepped back so
Trevor could look down.
“You…”
Trevor looked up then back down.
When
he looked up again Jasper said, “That’s what you do to me. You are so godsdamn
sexy, Trevor McKenzie. Part of it might have something to do with me thinking
about sucking you off. I wasn’t lying when I said I want to taste you. What do
you say we take a shower?”
Trevor
nodded. Jasper linked their fingers together and led his mate to his bedroom.
Once Jasper turned the water on to heat up, he placed his hands under Trevor’s
t-shirt and slid it over his head. His cock started swelling again at the sight
of Trevor’s bare skin. With his earlier words in mind, Jasper dropped to his
knees and unbuttoned the jeans covering the object of his desire. He eased the
zipper down and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Jasper placed his nose at
the base of Trevor’s cock and inhaled. The curls were matted with come that was
beginning to dry. Jasper touched his tongue to the tip of Trevor’s cock that
was coming back to life. He wrapped his hand around the base and slid his
tongue through the glistening tip. Trevor was just as ready for round two as
Jasper was. Jasper sucked his mate’s shaft into his mouth while he took another
deep breath. The moan Trevor released added to the other senses as he became
acquainted with the man he hoped to spend the rest of his long life with.
With
his free hand, Jasper released his erection from its confines, the cool air
doing nothing to abate the need in his dick. He then reached around and
massaged one globe of Trevor’s pert ass. He couldn’t wait for the day he got to
sink his cock between those cheeks. Jasper alternated between rubbing Trevor’s
ass and rolling his balls while sucking his shaft slowly. He only had a small
taste of Trevor since most of his release was drying on the jeans pooled at his
feet. Jasper wanted the taste on his tongue, down his throat, the scent embedded
in his nostrils. He released his hand from around the base so he could get his
wish sooner. Trevor’s hands that had been holding onto the vanity were now threaded
through Jasper’s hair. Tight.
Jasper
pulled off and said, “Use me, Trev. Fuck my mouth.” As soon as he had Trevor’s
dick on his tongue, he got what he asked for. Trevor pumped his hips, not
letting up until he was coming. If Jasper had been human, he was pretty sure
his scalp would have some thin places. Trevor grunted through his release,
stopping only when Jasper had swallowed every last drop. Jasper looked up at
his mate, cherishing the sated look on his face. His eyes were closed, and his
lips were curled a little on each side. Jasper stood and placed a soft kiss on
those lips. His cock was still hard and needy, but he could wait.
Trevor
opened his eyes. “Can I…” His flush skin blushed even pinker.
“Can
you what? There is nothing you can’t ask me.”
“Will
you kiss me?” he whispered.
“You
don’t have to ask permission to kiss me. Ever. Know this now; I am yours in
every way you want me. If you want to kiss me, you grab my face and kiss me.
You want to hold me, you wrap your arms around me. You want to fuck me? You
push me down on the bed and have your way with me. You want to make love? You
look at me like you are now, and I’ll happily oblige.”
Trevor
placed his hands on the side of Jasper’s head and pulled him down for a kiss.
He licked Jasper’s lips before sliding his tongue inside, seeking Jasper’s heat.
He let Trevor lead the kiss since he was the one searching for his taste in his
lover’s mouth. They might not have had horizontal sex yet, but they were lovers
in the truest sense of the word. When he pulled back, Trevor said, “Thank you.”
“You’re
welcome. Now, let’s actually get in the shower before all the hot water’s
gone.”
They
stepped in under the still hot water. Jasper popped the top on the bodywash and
poured a generous amount in his hand. When he handed the bottle to Trevor, his
mate said, “Do you want me to return the favor?” Jasper thought it was adorable
that Trevor wouldn’t talk dirty to him. One day he would crack that outer shell
wide open, and Trevor would feel comfortable saying whatever was on his mind.
“I
appreciate the offer, but I’m hungry. I want to bathe and get dressed so we can
go to Giovani’s, if that’s okay with you.”
“Sounds
good. I could go for some Italian.”
Jasper
couldn’t believe he’d turned down head from his gorgeous mate, but he was
hungry. His erection would deflate. Eventually. Jasper kept his eyes averted.
If he started looking too closely at Trevor’s tattoos, he would want to get
closer and study each and every one. With his tongue. He had already seen the
ones on his arms, but his back as well as part of his legs were covered, too.
When
they were both dressed and in the garage, Jasper made a mental note to buy
Trevor a helmet. He knew it would be a test of wills to keep his beast in check
with Trevor wrapped around him riding down the road, but he wanted to feel his
mate against his back as they took to the wind. Jasper didn’t have an expensive
sports car like some of the other Gargoyles did. Having spent the last half
century living close to the beach, Jasper opted for a two-door jeep that rarely
had a top on it. Now that he lived somewhere that a top was required more often
than not, he was thinking of trading.
Thirty
minutes later, they were seated in the private back room of Giovani’s. Jasper
had called ahead and reserved the room so they could have privacy. It was times
like this that he was thankful for Sixx. Michael “Sixx” Gentry had taken
Jasper’s money and multiplied it significantly in the short amount of time
Jasper had been in New Atlanta. He’d had quite a bit to start with. When you’ve
lived for hundreds of years, you tended to amass great wealth if you had half a
brain. Jasper was no Julian or Sixx, but he was good with money.
Trevor
looked around the room, noting they were alone. “Are you ashamed of me?” he
asked. Again, Jasper’s heart ripped into tiny shreds at how insecure his mate
was.
Jasper
moved from the seat across from Trevor to the one next to him. He took his
mate’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. “Gods, no. Is it wrong I don’t want
to share you? I just wanted a little privacy so we could talk freely. You and I
have secrets nobody needs to hear.” When the waiter came to take their drink
order, Jasper didn’t release Trevor’s hand. Instead, he linked their fingers
together and placed them on top of the table. The waiter couldn’t have cared
less if they were gay. He was in charge of a private room, and his tip would
reflect that.
“May
I start you off with something to drink? A nice Sangiovese perhaps?”
“Do
you want wine? I don’t normally drink it, but if you want a bottle, that’s what
we’ll have.” Jasper wanted Trevor to have anything and everything he desired.
“I’ll
have a whiskey and Coke. Hold the Coke,” he told the waiter.
“Make
that two with my reserve of Jameson, and make mine a double.”
“Yes,
Mr. Jenkins,” the waiter said and left to retrieve their drinks.
“Your
reserve? You have your own whiskey here?” Trevor asked, rubbing his thumb along
the back of Jasper’s hand. The friction was nice, yet it was stirring his
beast, and Jasper wanted to get through supper without getting kicked out of
his favorite restaurant for public displays of wild man-on-man sex.
“I
do. When John Jameson traveled from Scotland to Ireland to start making
whiskey, I happened to be on the same boat. At that point in my life, I was
moving from country to country trying to find my place in the world. I was born
in Northern Ireland. I already told you my father sold me to a chieftain. We
fought in the Nine Years War, but our army didn’t have as much firepower as our
enemy. After my athair was slain in battle, I left for Scotland. When I was
sold as a boy, it meant I no longer had a clan. I had to go through my
transition period alone all while keeping the truth of my nature from my
athair.”
“What’s
an athair? Is that like a father?”
“Yes.
When the O’Donnell took me in, he became my father. Even though he bought and
paid for my life, he treated me the same as his other sons. After the war, I
had no one. I couldn’t go back to my birth clan. The King thought me dead. He
would have killed my father if he knew I was still alive. Scotland was close,
and I figured I could fit in there. As I traveled through the country, I ran
across some Redshanks, a group of Scottish mercenaries. They were, as you say,
badasses. I traveled with them for several years, fighting alongside them. They
didn’t care that I wasn’t Scottish since I could best any of them with a sword
or mace. I gave a false name, and I was able to mimic their brogue well enough.
Anyway, the fighting ceased, and I began traveling across Europe. After a long
while, I decided to go back to Ireland, to see home. That’s when I ran into Mr.
Jameson. He and I became friends.”
Jasper
waited until the waiter had set their drinks down and taken their food order
before he continued. He picked up his glass and said, “I’d like to propose a
toast.” When Trevor held his glass, Jasper said, “Here’s to fine whiskey and
finer friends. Cheers.” They clinked their glasses together and sipped the
special whiskey Jasper had shipped in from Ireland especially for him.
“That’s
good. That’s really good,” Trevor lauded.
“It
is. This whiskey helped save my life,” Jasper muttered. He would eventually get
around to that part of the story, but for now, he wanted to keep their
conversation light.
“Now
that’s a story I need to hear,” Trevor nudged.
“I
will definitely tell it to you. But not today. Today is for happy memories, and
plans for the future. Speaking of which, have you ever been to Stone Mountain?”