Leopard's Spots 2: Oscar (15 page)

“You like this?” Oscar asked, lowering his voice to the smooth purr he knew Josiah liked. “No lube, just my finger—fingers,” he corrected, pushing another in.

“Fuck yeah, fill me up, Oz, make me burn.” Josiah’s voice was so deep and broken, and Oscar wanted to hear it even more so. He pushed his fingers in deep and at the same time he surged up and tongued Josiah’s slit.

“Ah! Ah!” Josiah panted. He gripped the back of Oscar’s neck tight. “Open.”

Oscar did, eagerly, and promptly gagged when Josiah, contrary to his earlier claims, thrust up eagerly.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Josiah started to withdraw.

Oscar growled around the dick in his mouth and dived down, determined to get the damn thing in his throat. Every time he gagged, Josiah would apologise until Oscar scraped that tender flesh with his teeth. The rough treatment spurred Josiah to do exactly what Oscar wanted, even if he hadn’t known it until it happened. Josiah placed his other hand on the back of Oscar’s head and began fucking his mouth, forcing his length in deeper each time, and also fucking himself on Oscar’s fingers, all the while reeling off more filthy talk.

“Take it, baby, oh yeah, just like that,” Josiah rasped, breaching Oscar’s throat. “Ung!” Josiah’s head dropped back right after Oscar saw the whites of his eyes, but his grip on Oscar didn’t loosen in the slightest. And the talk didn’t stop, even if it didn’t exactly make sense. “Fucking hell, your mouth is heaven, Oz. Heaven, so eager and hot, yeah, more, baby. You look gorgeous sucking me.”

Oscar finally was able to take Josiah into his throat without feeling like he was going to choke, but swallowing took a few tries. He sucked hard when Josiah withdrew, slicked his tongue all over Josiah’s dick upon re-entry. He had the forethought to curl his fingers just before Josiah sank into his throat. Oscar swallowed.

“Fuck!” Josiah shrieked loud enough to wake the truck drivers on either side of them, if they were sleeping.

Oscar nearly coughed when hot liquid hit his throat, but he pulled back and swallowed eagerly as the rest spurted onto his tongue. He sucked until Josiah whimpered, his cock softening and his ring stopped spasming around Oscar’s fingers. Oscar added a lick to Josiah’s dick that made him whine before he slipped his fingers out and, uncaring of anyone who might see at this point, he crawled up and straddled Josiah’s lap.

“Lift your shirt up,” he said, grunting around the words. Oscar jerked his dick with harsh strokes, impatient and aching. “Hurry! Gonna fucking mark you again.”

“Yes,” Josiah hissed and he tore at his shirt, splitting it down the middle.

Just before his vision went white, Oscar had the thought that they were going to have to invest in a shitload of T-shirts. Any amusement he felt was drowned out by pleasure as it burst from his balls to his dick.

His shout rang out in the cab of the truck, matching the splatter of cum on Josiah’s skin. After that, he just grunted and he painted his load onto Josiah. When he’d finally finished coming, Oscar blinked rapidly until he could focus, and the first thing he saw was the cum stringing from Josiah’s chin. Oscar leant forward and lapped at it, then proceeded to lick Josiah clean. By the time he was done, Josiah’s dick was hard again even though his features were pinched with pain.

Oscar pressed a soothing kiss to his forehead, pausing for a moment just to feel Josiah’s skin against his lips. He reached over and buckled him up, not bothering with covering Josiah’s fine chest.

“Rest,” Oscar ordered, “your dick can wait until we get home.” And so could his.

The sixteen-hour drive seemed twice as long to Josiah, partially because he didn’t do most of the driving—any of it after he hit his head—and partially because his brain was trying to pound its way out of his skull. He felt guilty about not pulling his share, but Oscar’s pleasure at being able to take care of him, and the confidence doing so gave him, eased Josiah’s conscience somewhat.

There seemed to have been a shift in Oscar’s mindset, like he’d made peace with what he’d done, what he’d been through, and Josiah wondered what the hell he’d missed, sleeping so much. When he asked, though, Oscar said nothing had happened, he just had his priorities right. Josiah thought he did.

“Home’s right down here,” Oscar said as he turned down a gravelly road. It was just past sunrise and Oscar sounded tired but happy. “If you’re up to it, we’ll stop at the house and say hi to everyone, see if there’s been any news since yesterday. After a short visit, we’ll go to my cabin and sleep for a while.”

“I’m good, just feel grungy.” And he could still smell their cum, which had given him a boner off and on for hours. “Uhm. Maybe we should shower first, brush our teeth? Oz, I smell like spooge.”

“Spooge,” Oscar scoffed, “what are you, twelve?” He laughed and grabbed for Josiah’s hand. “Seriously, though, that word always makes me think of ectoplasm, and I’ve never been able to figure out why.”

Josiah frowned until his head throbbed harder. “What the fuck? Ectoplasm?”

Oscar’s cheeks pinked and he shot Josiah a dirty look. “Yeah, you know, ghost goo, and maybe that’s why, the double-o thing. Ghost goo makes me think of ghost cum, and spook and spooge and—stop laughing, you ass!”

Josiah couldn’t help it, although he had to let go of Oscar’s hand and hold his head. “Sorry, your thinking is circuitous…maybe. It might just be wrong.”

“It’s not my fault you’re not keeping up with me here,” Oscar grumbled. “I’m going to blame the head injury for now, but I reserve the right to change that at a later date.”

“Denied,” Josiah quipped. He breathed a relieved sigh when they drove past a big house with Henry’s truck parked out front. The Tavares’ brothers had ditched their van and rode with Henry, since no one was sure it couldn’t be tracked.

“My cabin’s down that way, but not too far.”

Josiah grunted, looking out the window at the thick growth of trees and the mountains. They were beautiful, and not too far of a distance. Maybe someday they could go exploring as men and beasts, at least around the lower region. Josiah wasn’t too sure how his dislike of heights would work should they try hiking to a mountain peak. “Jesus, Oz, it is gorgeous here. I don’t see why anyone would ever want to leave.”

“Me either, I guess.” Oscar was silent for a moment, and Josiah could feel the subtle joy he experienced at returning home. “Maybe to find their mate, but that’s about it. This place is as close to earthly perfection as exists, I think.”

“Yeah it is.” Josiah leaned his forehead against the glass, observing the way the wind moved the trees, and lower, the bushes. Something about it snared his attention. He gave a startled curse as two felines leapt out from the greenery. “Fuck, Oz! Family?”

Snow leopard and cougar. Levi and Lyndon, then.

“Yeah, that’s who it is, assholes,” Oscar groused, but he truly didn’t sound mad. “They could have at least let us have a little time alone.”

Josiah watched the cats lope along with the truck. He was pretty sure both of them were giving him the kitty version of the evil eye.

“I’m your kitty,” Oscar sniped, and Josiah turned away from the cats outside to the catty man inside, who obviously didn’t agree with Josiah’s assessment. “That’s not funny. I am not catty.”

Josiah crooked his head and Oscar sighed. “Fine, fine, I’m being catty now, but you haven’t called me your kitty in a while and I like it, okay? So don’t call them that, even thinking it, especially when I can hear what you think.”

“Okay,” Josiah said, pleased by the little bit of jealousy. “But, I’d like to point out, I don’t know when our bond is working now. It didn’t seem very strong even yesterday.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’ve been picking up bits of your thoughts more and more. Didn’t you say it’d get stronger?”

“Over time. And by over time, I meant years, not hours.”

Oscar chuckled as he pulled up to a mid-sized cabin with a large front porch. “Well, we’re spe-shul,” he said, dragging out the l. “No, I hope you’re prepared to be questioned and possibly intimidated by two overprotective, nosy, interfering—”

Josiah didn’t hear the rest of Oscar’s rant because he was staring in horror as the snow leopard contorted and mewled. Minutes later, the cat finished shifting into a man.
Jesus, but that looked like it hurt
. Except the guy had a stiffy when he was done, and Josiah turned away quickly because Oscar and the cougar, Lyndon, were both scowling at him.

How the hell was it his fault Levi got a boner from shifting?

“It’s not,” Oscar sighed. He slapped Lyndon’s chest, leaving a handprint behind. “Quit glaring and do something useful, like cover your goddamned dangly bits!”

“It’s not what?” Levi asked, stopping beside Josiah to glare at him.

Josiah rolled his eyes. “Really? You want to do this, have some pissing contest because your brother’s fucking me?”

The cougar shifter, Lyndon, visually raked Josiah from head to toe. “He’s fucking you? I would have thought it’d be the other way around.”

Levi turned and spoke to Lyndon just as Oscar smacked the cougar again. “You shut your trap, love. You should know you can’t judge a gay man by his size. Geez.”

“Besides, he’ll be fucking me as soon as everyone
leaves us alone!”
Oscar yelled. “What the hell, Levi? Lyndon? He’s my mate, you know, like what Grandma was talking about? So back the fuck off.”

“And I’m injured,” Josiah added, a little smugly. Even so, he could take one of the two men.

Levi eyed him for a couple of seconds in which he seemed to judge Josiah and find him lacking since he then scowled and started to reach for his head.

“Don’t,” Oscar and Lyndon both snapped, and Levi appeared chagrined as he dropped his hand and stepped back.

“I forget how possessive mates can be.” Levi held his hand out but turned his head and stuck out his tongue at Oscar and Lyndon before asking, “Is this okay? Jackasses.” He looked back at Josiah. “I’m sure you’ve figured it out, but I’m Levi Travis, the second youngest in the family. I’m betting Orion and Drake will be here soon. That guy beside your mate is my mate, Lyndon.”

Lyndon walked over and Josiah wished he’d covered up. Interested or not, it was hard not to watch a man’s dick flapping in the breeze when it was that size.

“
No kidding.
” Oscar’s agreement rang clear in Josiah’s head. “
He’s almost as well-hung as you are.
”

Oh, Josiah was going to make sure Oscar reaped the benefits of that bit of flattery—once he was sure his head wouldn’t blow up. After introducing themselves, Oscar got the nude men some sweats and once he was covered, Lyndon and Josiah chatted about Lyndon’s half-brothers, the ones he’d met. He wasn’t particularly fond of them, but was trying.

 “I think they are trying to do the right thing, whatever it may be. And on that note, I’m going to shower.” Josiah left Oscar on the couch chatting and started for the bathroom. The inside of the cabin was lovely, decorated with dark wooden furniture with hints of bright colour in the pillows and paintings. There were carved wooden statues of leopards, so finely made they could almost be real. Josiah stopped to touch one.

“I made that.”

He peered over his shoulder at Levi. “It looks like something that should be in a gallery or a museum. I don’t know a lot about art, but this is beautiful.”

Levi ducked his head in acknowledgement. “Thanks. Look, we’re protective—”

“No,” Josiah interrupted, anger welling up that he hadn’t realised he was carrying. Levi opened his mouth to speak and Josiah bulldozed right over him. “No, y’all aren’t. Not enough, or you weren’t. Or maybe it’s that y’all didn’t look, didn’t want to see. But no one was protective enough, not when it came to Oscar.”

“Josiah,” Oscar said as he got up off the couch. “It isn’t their fault.”

Levi swung around and took a step towards Oscar. “What isn’t our fault? If something happened to you, then yeah, it is. We’re supposed to take care of each other, like you did for me after Lyndon ran off on me!”

“
Sorry, Oz, it just spewed out. I didn’t realise until I said it how much it was bothering me.
” Josiah filled the thought with all the sincerity he felt, and a rush of warmth was returned to him.

“
It’s all right, Josiah. I should have told them, trusted them not to go ballistic and do something that’d endanger us all. Go on and shower while we talk.
”

Oscar slipped past Levi, ignoring his questions. Josiah held Oscar as Oscar stood on his tiptoes and kissed him, a sweet, tender caress of lips and tongue that made Josiah want to weep with gratitude.

“Go on, call me if you need me.” Oscar stepped back and Josiah let him go. He yelped when he got a slap to his ass, and Oscar smirked at him. “We’re getting too mushy in front of the sibs.”

After another peck on Oscar’s lips, Josiah went into the bathroom. Contrary to the dark wood in the rest of the house, the bathroom was painted a sunny yellow. There was a separate shower across from an old but well-kept claw-footed bathtub. Josiah grabbed a thick baby blue towel from a stack on a shelf and after a quick internal debate and a check-in with Oscar, he plugged the bathtub and started the water.

Oscar was talking with his brother, really talking for maybe the first time, and Josiah wanted them to be able to talk, just the two of them together, because Lyndon had left, and Josiah could feel most of what Oscar was feeling, but it was important that the brothers be given this time alone. Josiah tried to keep out of it. He would rather Oscar tell him later what had been said. Besides which, his head was pounding.

And it pounded harder when he first stepped into the tub, so much so he thought he might pass out. Soon, though, the water started working its magic, soothing his sore muscles, cramped from hours on the road. His head settled on a dull, faint throb, and his eyes drifted shut after he’d scrubbed himself. He gave a thought to shaving but decided he’d deal with it later. Right now it just felt really good to lie in the tub and relax. He had a feeling it’d be a while before he got to chill in such a way again, once the rest of Oscar’s family figured out he was home.