Timothy (11 page)

Tim squeezed his hand then interlocked their fingers. “No one but myself, I guess. I mean, you have to understand, I come from an incredible family, and everyone but me and my cousin Oscar are the hulking, handsome brunettes with gorgeous green-ish coloured eyes. Seriously, even most of my female cousins are stronger than I am.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your build at all,” Otto said, confused as to why Tim would think so. “You have long, lean muscles, more graceful than the bulk people like me carry. It doesn’t mean you are any weaker. Indeed, your strength is subtle yet enduring, whereas the more muscular types can tire easily. It’s muscle, but it’s still additional weight piled onto our bodies.”

Otto brought their joined hands up to stroke Tim’s cheek. “As for the rest, I love your golden blond hair and smoky blue eyes. They are an intriguing mix of blue and grey, and I want to study them, watch the way the grey starburst widens and flares when passion takes you over. How can green-ish eyes compare to that? And why would you want to look like everyone else? Wouldn’t you rather be unique?”

Instead of answering, Tim brushed kisses over Otto’s knuckles. Otto hoped what he said would sink in, but meanwhile he wanted Tim to know him just as he wanted to know Tim. The best way to do that was to talk, and since Otto fully intended to jump Tim’s bones as soon as they got home, now seemed a good time to converse.

“My parents sent me to live with my uncle, James Otto Marquat, once I turned twelve. Just for the school terms,” Otto clarified. “And obviously, James is who I’m named after. He and Dad are twins, but Uncle James and his wife Kay never had kids, so they got me for most of the year until I graduated from the private school I went to. I went to college at the University of Wisconsin then came back here to live. I still visit Uncle James and Aunt Kay a couple of times a year, but they live in Florida now.”

“Must be nice, knowing your heritage like you do,” Tim mused. Tim twisted around and studied Naran. Otto concentrated on her as well and ascertained she was asleep. The soft snores she was emitting helped with the diagnosis. Still, when Tim spoke his voice was barely even a whisper. Otto wouldn’t have been able to hear him without the sharpened senses he had. “My grandmother Marybeth was born in the Himalayas, and her entire shifter clan was slaughtered when she was just a kid. The hunters who killed them thought they were just snow leopards, and—” Tim cut off on a curse word. “Okay, I can see where Naran might have a point about how to deal with people involved in poaching on the buying or selling end. Still, I think it was just the way things were done, which doesn’t make it right at all, but the hunters are the ones who found Grandma in her human form, that of a six year old girl, and they took her and raised her. When she was older she met Vincent, my grandpa, and they fell in love, or were mates, I suppose. They moved to Colorado and Grandma just was too young when she lost her family. She knew very little about us.”

Otto thought of the stories he had heard of a clan being wiped out in the Himalayas. The time period sounded right. He was sorry it’d been Tim’s family it had happened to, sorry it had happened at all, of course.

Naran snorted in her sleep, then coughed and sputtered before lurching forward. “Drop me off at the shop, please,” she asked and Otto agreed. She probably had left her vehicle there.

The silence in the vehicle was only mildly uncomfortable, but more from the lust springing to a more powerful life between he and Tim. Even Naran seemed affected as her scent grew stronger with arousal. She glared at him in the rearview and Otto had the sensation again of her knowing. Maybe she did, because the next glare was at Tim and Naran smacked the backs of both of their seats.

“Stop it!”

Tim yelped and clawed at his headrest as he twisted around in his seat. “What? What’d I do?”

Naran turned up her nose and thumped Otto’s seat again. She spoke in a rapid-fire burst that even he had trouble understanding, but he did manage to eventually translate it for Tim—once Otto stopped laughing. “She said she is a lesbian and doesn’t feel attraction to men at all but between the two of us making crazy lust eyes at each other, she’s getting turned on and it’s creeping her the fuck out.”

Naran spoke again and this time actually poked the back of Otto’s head for emphasis. “Ouch! Stop it, woman. She also said the pheromones are choking her.”

“I’m sorry?” Tim questioned. “Uh, I can think of someone who repulses me, like this one guy trying for his party’s presidential nomination… Or actually, I can think of several of them. Uck.”

Otto saw Tim shudder in his peripheral vision. “You don’t have to go that far. I wouldn’t want you totally out of the mood.”

“They’d about do it,” Tim muttered. “Why is she staring at me?”

“You funny,” Naran answered. “Stop. I go here.”

Otto stopped the truck. They were still a few minutes from the shop. “Are you sure? It’s no problem to drive you on down a few more blocks and make a turn.”

“It’s fine. I’m a big girl and have walked these streets plenty on my own.” Naran got out but stopped before shutting the door. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Otto replied. Naran closed the door and waved.

“Should we stay until she reaches the shop?”

Otto had planned on it, but Naran turned down a side street. Well, he was sure she had friends of her own to visit. She didn’t seem to be in a rush. “I’m guessing not.”

“Me either.” Tim reached over and rubbed Otto’s balls with enough force to border on uncomfortable. It was a fine line and Tim managed it perfectly. “So let’s get to your place. Are you going to let me have
you
tonight?”

Otto laughed, then choked on it when Tim unbuttoned his jeans.

“Gonna let me have you now?”

Like Otto would say no when Tim was reaching in and freeing his cock. Tim grunted and shoved at Otto’s pants and got his balls up enough to lean over and lick.

“Fucking hell,” Otto rasped, jerking the steering wheel as a bolt of heat shot up his dick. His ass hole clenched as he anticipated having Tim fuck him hard and deep. Tim sucked on a nut and it was all Otto could do to keep his eyes open. He grabbed a handful of Tim’s hair and held his head in place. “Suck ‘em both. Let me feel your teeth—”

That was as far as Otto got before he started panting, his chest heaving with each breath. Tim laved his balls at the same time he rubbed the slick head of Otto’s dick. Otto whimpered in frustration. He didn’t want to tell Tim to quit, but he couldn’t drive like this.

He didn’t have to do either, he realised, some desperate part of his mind zinging a message to him. Otto pulled up beside a row of empty buildings in various crumbling states. He left the truck running but put it in neutral and set the brake.

Tim murmured his approval over Otto’s balls, and Otto felt frantically for the seat lever. He found it and pushed.

“Yeah, baby, spread for me,” Tim urged, pulling at Otto’s pants.

Otto couldn’t spread very well at all, but he did slide down and tip his hips up. Tim grinned at him and licked his lips. “Now I’m gonna blow your fucking mind.”

Tim rolled his balls and tugged, drawing a gasp from Otto. He closed his eyes as wet heat engulfed his cock. Perfect suction and an agile tongue had Otto grabbing at Tim again. Tim didn’t pause sucking him down, taking Otto into his throat and swallowing. Those tight, slick muscles constricted around Otto’s dick at the same time Tim wedged a finger against his ass hole.

Otto gave a strangled grunt as Tim pushed the digit in. The dry burn only added fuel to the fire raging through Otto. He fisted his fingers in Tim’s hair and jerked his hips up, fucking Tim’s mouth.

Tim let him for a moment, then he sucked up Otto’s dick and speared his tongue into the wide slit. Tim twisted and pushed and worked a second digit into Otto as he licked and suckled Otto’s tip.

Heated thoughts and images passed between them. Otto embraced Tim’s thoughts, his desires shared through their mental link. Tim wanted to finger fuck him wide open, spread Otto’s hole until he begged for Tim’s cock. He wanted to mark Otto, to bite and scratch and bruise as he held onto him.

“God, yes,” Otto shouted, grabbing onto Tim even tighter. He thrust up, burying his shaft in Tim’s mouth, in his throat as Tim speared another finger into his ass. “Fuck me!” Otto felt like his entire body drew tight and bowed as a rapturous sensation infused his being. He jerked and keened as he pumped several hot spurts of cum into Tim’s mouth. Tim’s loud gulps and lewd slurping kept Otto’s dick from ever going completely soft, though he did whimper and pull away when he became too sensitive for more than the slightest touch.

“You taste perfect,” Tim told him. The next thing Otto knew, Tim was half-way on him, plunging his tongue into Otto’s mouth. At some point he had to have removed his fingers from Otto’s ass, but he didn’t know when. He couldn’t think about things like that when Tim was sharing the flavour of Otto’s spunk with him, moaning and grinding against Otto with ever-increasing need.

“I have to fuck you,” Tim panted out in two breaths. “Very soon. Drive, unless you want me to drag you out and bend you over the hood.”

The idea had its merits, but they weren’t in a secluded enough area. “I’d yell loud enough to have everyone come running as soon as you slammed that fat cock into me.”

Tim grunted and flopped back into his seat. “Don’t pull them up,” he said when Otto reached for his pants. “I want to look at you while you drive.”

It took Otto two attempts to gather enough saliva in his dry mouth to answer, and even then it was more of a croak than anything else. “Okay.”

Tim not only watched him, he kept touching Otto, stroking his leg, cupping his balls, caressing the soft skin behind them. Otto figured it took him twice as long to drive to his place as it should have. Once he parked the truck he asked Tim, “Now can I pull up my pants? The sooner we get inside, the sooner you get inside me.”

Tim glanced around. Otto had neighbours on either side, but neither of them were very close to him. Still, it was possible they could see him, and if they did so while his junk was flapping in the breeze, they would not be cool with it.

“Fine,” Tim groused. “Get them up and get in the house. I want you in the shower so I can lick every inch of your body.”

“Christ,” Otto mumbled as he dropped the keys in the floorboard. He’d envisioned Tim kneeling behind him, eating Otto’s ass until Otto screamed.

“I plan on it,” Tim said. He leaned over and fished for the keys, licking Otto’s dick as he did so. Otto squirmed and thought he was going to blow another load all over Tim, but he didn’t. Tim sat up and waved the keys. “Hurry up.” He punctuated the command with a harsh kiss that set Otto’s balls to tingling. Otto nearly injured himself trying to get his cock and balls tucked away, so eager was he to experience everything Tim had planned for him.

As soon as they were inside, Tim grabbed him and propelled him to the bathroom. Otto liked the take-charge attitude Tim was displaying. He hadn’t thought he’d be the type of person who did, but then again, he figured anything Tim wanted to do to him, with him, would be fine.

“Strip. I’m going to start the shower.”

Tim got the water going while Otto removed his clothes. Then he got to watch Tim undress, which was pretty spectacular. Tim truly was gorgeous, his muscles defined without being bulky, giving him the lean grace Otto had told him he had. When Tim stretched his arms up as he pulled off his shirt, Otto couldn’t help himself. He stepped over and captured one dark pink nipple in his mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Tim yelped. He brought his arms down around Otto’s head, almost covering him since the shirt was still caught on Tim’s wrists. “Yeah, suck it harder, baby. Give me some teeth.”

Otto growled and bit down. Tim cursed again and pressed Otto’s face to his chest. “Harder! Pinch the other one.”

Otto twisted and pulled on Tim’s nipple while he bit and licked the other. He used his other hand to cup Tim’s balls. Tim spread his legs and Otto pressed on his sac, bringing it up against Tim’s body.

“Fuck yes, make me feel you.” Tim pulled at Otto’s hair demandingly. “Just like you want to feel me.”

Otto wanted to feel Tim in every cell of his body. He had worried about Tim being too sore for much rough play, but Tim seemed determined to take this to a level they were both craving.

Otto eased his fingers back to Tim’s pucker. The skin there felt hot, maybe even tender. He pressed against it and Tim spun them both, slamming Otto’s back to the wall. He grabbed onto the towel bar. Tim grabbed his chin and turned Otto’s head aside. Otto’s heart slammed in his chest when Tim growled. He saw them then, the elongated canines, and his muscles clenched as if they had a mind of their own.

Tim licked his lips and Otto arched his neck in offering. Tim growled and struck, no warning nips or kisses. He sank his teeth in deep, and Otto felt like he’d been electrocuted, so great was the mix of pleasure and pain that encompassed him. It consumed Otto from the inside out and shot from his cock in jets of semen as Tim sucked and marked him. If Tim hadn’t locked an arm around his hips, Otto would have slid in a boneless heap to the floor.

As it was, he feared he’d lost consciousness for a few seconds, then he decided he didn’t care if he had. Tim was still holding him, nuzzling now the bite on Otto’s shoulder. Otto was drained, sated in a way he’d never been before, but a glance down at the thick rod searing his hip let him know Tim still hadn’t come.

“Not until I’m buried deep in your ass,” Tim told him, “and I’m going to fuck you then until you come a third time. Maybe even a fourth if I can hold out long enough. Or I’ll just get hard again. I’ve got a few climaxes in me for tonight.”

Chapter Ten

Possibly even more than a few. Tim was raging inside to sheath himself in Otto’s tight ass, but he was trying to take it slow enough not to hurt Otto. Although, Otto did seem to like a bit of pain.

“I do,” Otto admitted. “But I don’t want to be unable to walk tomorrow.”