Timothy (12 page)

Tim thought of how sore his ass was, which wasn’t an unbearable amount of pain, but he didn’t want Otto feeling any worse than he did. “Okay, get your sexy ass in the shower. Hopefully we still have some hot water.”

“I have an awesome hot water heater,” Otto said. Tim helped him into the shower, because he didn’t think Otto seemed too steady on his feet yet. Then Tim got in and pressed his chest to Otto’s back. Otto was taller than he was, but with an adjustment in his stance, Otto was able to arch and rub his butt over Tim’s groin. Tim leant back and landed a solid slap to one taut cheek. His hand stung, Otto’s ass was so firm. He didn’t think he’d smacked Otto too hard, but he tipped his head down and checked. A flaming red handprint marred Otto’s skin.

“Too much?” Tim asked, since Otto hadn’t made a sound.

“No,” Otto answered, his voice raw with rebuilding need. “More.”

Tim huffed, his breath hitting Otto’s wet neck. Goose bumps broke out the spot he’d exhaled and Tim licked them away. He kept on licking right down Otto’s spine, pausing to suck the divot there at the base of it, right above his crack.

“Please, Tim, ah.” Otto’s words turned into a sibilant sound as Tim spread his cheeks. He stared at the dark ring of muscle, so small and, he knew, so tight. A fine smattering of hair circled it, a part of the downy trail in Otto’s crack.

Tim’s mouth watered. He loved men, loved them in all sizes and hadn’t had a strong preference before, but this hairy covering Otto had was something Tim was quickly coming to adore.

Then again, he adored everything about Otto, at least, everything he knew about him so far. They would surely eventually have disagreements, pet peeves, but Tim didn’t care to dwell on that shit. Instead he cupped Otto’s left ass cheek and rubbed his fingertips over the puckered skin in his cleft. He nibbled and bit Otto’s other cheek.

Otto moaned loudly and bent at the waist, bracing his hands on the wall. Tim rubbed and rubbed over his ass hole until the skin there became darker and plumped up with the stimulation. Only then did Tim lean in and lap at the hole. The instant his mate’s flavour hit his tongue, Tim’s cock began leaking pre-cum. He shoved aside his own pleasure and focused on driving Otto out of his mind.

Tim sealed his lips around Otto’s pucker and sucked. The shout that came from Otto encouraged him to do it again, so he did. He gently scraped his teeth over the wrinkled skin then pulled Otto’s clenching cheeks further apart. Tim pressed in harder and pushed his tongue into Otto’s hole.

Otto keened and slapped at the wall. He yelled and cursed and begged as Tim tongue fucked him. When Tim curled his tongue inside to tug at Otto’s rim, Otto’s legs shook so bad he feared Otto would topple over.

Tim surged up, keeping a hand on Otto’s lower back and an arm around his waist. “Steady?”

“Ungh,” Otto grunted, but he shoved his ass back and bumped Tim. “Fuck me.”

“Gladly.” Tim let go of Otto’s waist long enough to grab the bottle of conditioner. He prised the pop-cap open with his teeth then poured the thick stuff down Otto’s crack. And cursed when the water washed most of it away. “Damn it.”

Otto said a few bad words himself and smacked the knobs until the water was off. Then Tim tried again, pouring a thick line of creamy conditioner in Otto’s crease.

Tim was almost desperate with need, his leopard wanted to mewl and yowl, but he settled for the human version of a chuffling sound as he slid his cock into the conditioner. “Shit, I could come just like this. Maybe I will.” With his dick nestled between Otto’s ass cheeks, he could easily rub one out in seconds at this point.

“Please don’t,” Otto said in a choked voice. “Please. Fuck me, fuck me until I can’t see, can’t scream, can’t—”

Tim held his cock on the next down stroke, stopping when the head was lined up with Otto’s hole. “Do I need to stretch you? You only had my tongue up your ass in here.”

Otto glared over his shoulder. “I had your dry fingers in the truck. Quit babying me and give me what I need.”

The challenge in his dark stare was what did it. Tim thinned his lips as he tensed, then he thrust, sinking into Otto’s blissfully tight, hot sheath. Tim curled his fingers against Otto’s hip, then realised his fingertips were almost leopard-like claws. Some weird sort of mini-transformation. His claws scratched Otto’s skin and he started to let up.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Otto caught at one of his hands while slamming his ass back, impaling himself fully on Tim’s cock. “Ah! Fuck!” He panted while Tim held perfectly still, not releasing his grip nor rocking and grinding as he wanted to.

Otto arched his back and his ass contracted around Tim’s dick. Tim flexed his hands unthinkingly and his claws scratched deeper.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Otto chanted. Over and over. Tim decided to trust his mate, and the bond between them. He held on as he began to withdraw.

“Brace yourself with both hands on the wall,” he warned. As soon as Otto followed his advice, Tim slammed back into him. Ecstasy rolled over him in waves as he began to fuck Otto like they both wanted, deep drives in, hard and jarring, quick withdraws, sometimes fully, taking Otto’s ass repeatedly.

When Otto screamed and wobbled, Tim pulled him upright and locked his arms around him. He turned a quarter of the way and pressed Otto’s chest to the wall. Otto turned his head, his cheek rubbing the wet tiles with every thrust of Tim’s cock.

“This what you need,” Tim grunted out, barely coherent as his balls drew up. His ass burned from flexing, from being fucked so hard himself. His shoulders ached too, but it all combined with the pleasure to shorten out everything else. His climax hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest, knocking the air from his lungs, tipping him to the side as it brought him to his toes. He shouted as he tried to get his cock in deeper, harder, just more of his mate.

Otto’s shout joined his a second later. Tim writhed and pumped into Otto, filling him with cum and marking him as his own.

“Oh my gods,” Otto said moments later. “I don’t think I can walk.”

Tim huffed out a laugh. “Me either.”

It was a damn good thing Otto had a big bathtub, because they were both going to be lying in it for a while.

* * * *

Cold.
It pulled Tim from a deep, black well of sleep. He was disoriented, nothing yet but a body reacting to sharp discomfort. Tim groaned and slapped around feeling for the blankets. His hand connected with cold, hard flesh. A slurred curse rent the air at the same time Tim snapped his eyes open.

“Fuckin’ hell you beatin’ on me for?”

The rich, rough growl curled around Tim’s cock and stroked it to erectness in seconds. “Otto,” he muttered, things finally clicking to place as he became more alert. Otto had to be hanging on the edge of the bed. “It’s fucking cold. Why’re you all the way over there?”

“Dunno.” Otto shoved up on one arm and shook his head, as if clearing out the sleep. “Shit. Why did we kick the covers off?”

Tim wasn’t going to freeze while they postulated on the why of it. He scrambled up, suddenly aware of itchy, dried patches on his belly.
Oh yeah, that’s how the covers ended up on the floor.

Otto snickered and crawled to the foot of the bed. He reached for the blankets with Tim. “Yeah, you fucked me until I passed out. I can smell my cum on you, smell yours mixed with my scent.”

“Ungh,” Tim groaned, because he had done just what Otto said. And Otto had fallen asleep immediately after, with Tim’s cock still in his ass. Tim tossed the covers back down and lunged at Otto. “I’m not cold now,” he purred, pinning Otto to the bed. His dick was nicely aligned with Otto’s, and Tim closed his eyes as he rutted, sure he could come just from that in a matter of minutes.

Otto grunted and thrust up, clasping his hands to Tim’s biceps. “Yes, God I wish I could take you again.”

There was a definite twinge to his ass still, but it was minor enough that Tim thought he could handle it. He pressed down harder with his hips, though, catching the tip of his cock on the flared rim of Otto’s crown. “Ah!” Tim jerked and felt the heat of arousal flushing his skin, warming him inside and out until sweat beaded his brow. “Otto…”

Words clogged in his throat. Otto reached down and grabbed Tim’s ass, pulling with enough strength to spread him open. Cold air hit his hot skin, flicked at his hole, and Tim shivered, his balls pulling tight. He growled, his mouth watering as his leopard urged him to bite, but Tim wouldn’t. He could control his beast, and Otto was marked up so much as it was.

Every movement of Otto’s hips caused his stomach to ripple, providing a firm source of friction for Tim. Between that and the brush of Otto’s fingers over his ass hole, Tim didn’t last long. He went rigid as pleasure suffused his body, pouring from his cock in wet spurts between them. Otto bucked up and shouted, pulling hard on Tim’s ass. His spunk mixed with Tim’s as they panted and gasped through their orgasms. Finally Tim collapsed on top of Otto, hot and sweaty and reeking of the two of them.

It was perfect, a cocoon of newly discovered feelings growing between them, the comfort and satiation of lovers well-pleased with each other wrapping around them. Tim curled a hand into Otto’s hair and just breathed his scent in.
I could stay like this forever.

“Me too,” Otto whispered, having obviously heard Tim’s thought. “I never really thought I’d have a mate.” He hugged Tim tightly for a moment. “Never thought I’d meet someone I wanted to keep.”

Tim propped up on one elbow and peered at Otto. Even in the dark he could make out his features and see the truth in Otto’s eyes. “Do you think…” his stomach dipped. Why was he asking this? And why could he not shut up? “Do you think you’d feel the same if it weren’t for us being mates? If we were just two regular guys who met somewhere?”

Otto didn’t answer right away, instead seeming to consider the questions before finally smiling tenderly at Tim. “Yes, I do. I think I’m a smart enough guy not to have let someone like you slip through my hands. We are more than our leopards, sweetheart.” He rolled them, settling them on their sides. “So much more.”

Otto’s lips were dry and firm, his tongue a slick, soft contrast as he slid it against Tim’s. And that quickly, it flared up between them again, the need and want roaring back to life.

Tim inhaled sharply, some small part of himself thinking they were going to end up fucking to death at this point. A sharp, acrid tang filtered up to his sinuses. There was a familiar stink that sent a bolt of alarm through Tim right as Otto stiffened in all the wrong places beside him. Tim twisted his head back and sniffed. His nasal passages burned immediately as did his eyes. “Otto!”

“We have to get out!” Otto pulled at him needlessly—Tim was already almost off the bed and trying to bring Otto with him. The scent of smoke fucked with his senses, so strong he couldn’t smell anything else. It was overpowering, even though he didn’t yet see fire.

“Where is it?” he asked as he caught the pants Otto threw at him.

“I don’t know. The acrid scent is coming at me from every direction.” Otto huffed and coughed when he sniffed. “Damn it! My home—”

Tim wanted to offer comfort, but they needed to get out. He thought Otto was right—now he could hear the sizzle and crackling sounds of the fire as well and it seemed as if the entire house were burning from the outside in. Otto took his hand and they ran out of the room. Smoke rolled into the hallway and cast an eerie orange glow which danced on the walls and ceiling.

“Spare room,” Otto shouted. They darted into the guest bedroom. One look out of the window and it seemed to Tim the entire world outside was burning. He knew better, but panic was rushing through his veins and his leopard was battering at him to shift.

“We need to break the window,” Tim snapped when Otto touched the pane and promptly jerked his hand back with a hiss. He supposed the outside of the house was burning, because flames were licking at the window and brightening the dark sky.

Otto pivoted and started for the night stand. Tim beat him to it. “I’ve got it.” He knocked off the light and clock then hefted the sturdy piece of wooden furniture onto his shoulder. Two strides had him close enough, but not so close he’d catch glass. Tim raised the night stand and threw it.

Glass shattered and heat rolled in. Otto grabbed the blanket off the bed and rolled it around his wrist. Tim looked for something thick enough to protect his arm so he could help, but Otto had the remaining large pieces of glass knocked from the frame in seconds.

Otto’s eyes conveyed his fear and anger as he turned and gestured to Tim. Because he knew Otto was already acknowledging the loss of his home, Tim didn’t argue. He went out of the window first, diving through it to avoid, he hoped, the worst of the flames. When he hit the ground, he only felt as if he’d been warmed in a few spots. Tim quickly scuttled to the side as Otto came through the broken window.

He got up and helped Otto to his feet. “Are you okay?” Tim wanted to hover, to pat and inspect every inch of Otto’s body, but his mate was holding himself rigid, fury seeping from his pores to almost match the strength of the scent of fire now engulfing the entire house. Tim wondered if they should grab a hose or something, but logically he knew it would be a futile effort. It looked like Otto’s home had been consumed by Hell at this point.

Tim couldn’t tear his gaze away from the flames as he reached for Otto, needing to hold him. Otto came to him, embracing Tim and clinging as if he were the only comfort in the world.

“He did this.”

Tim frowned and looked at Otto. He didn’t need to ask who ‘he’ was. Tim remembered the familiar odour he’d detected right before the pungent one of the fire. “How did he know who you are? Where you live? And why would he do this?” Even as he asked, he realised the answers were obvious. Otto expounded on them anyway.

“Because I asked about him,” Otto bit out. “I tried to be discreet, but people talk. Someone told him who I was, and finding where I live is nothing. It’s pretty clear he doesn’t want me looking into what he’s doing.” Otto released Tim and rubbed at his temples for a moment. He then snapped his head up as if he’d been prodded with a live wire. “Maybe we can track him!”