by Zakarrie C
Nevertheless, Phin would rather do staring at Foxy than his own face, so he headed back to the bedroom. Jake’s. He must do remembering that—Jack and Jake—rather than Foxy and Jack. It would all do getting in a muddle otherwise. How much longer would it be before Phin did changing into his own Foxy? He must ask Jake when he did coming back.
Phin wasn’t afraid, he knew it would do hurting, but that was the price he had to pay. He’d felt much the same about sex before the wasps finally buzzed off.
“Hiya,” Phin grinned when he saw Jack still curled on the bed. His tail did patting the duvet—which made Phin’s insides purr with pleasure—as he lifted his head. Phin bent to press a kiss to the top of it and inhaled a lungful of husky scent before giving his ears a ruffle.
“I’ll get into bed, cos I haven’t got any fur to keep me cosy.” He told Jack, lifting the duvet to slide beneath it. “Sleep where you’d like to, okay? You don’t have to do staying down there.”
The blue was agleam with a soft glow as Jack watched Phin wriggle down to do resting his head on pillows that seeped sunshine musk.
“Hmm…” Turning onto his side, Phin pressed his face into it and breathed Jake in. The mattress did shifting beneath him as paws padded up the bed, then Jack snuffled at his hair before curling up beside him. After snuggling into the curve of Phin’s body, he did a happy huff, his weight a warm, cosy comfort atop the covers. Phin’s smile was smudgy soft as he curled an arm across the silken solidity of his foxy friend and let his eyes do fluttering shut.
58.Jack
Jack woke, eyes wide, instantly alert. Turning his head, he snuffed a huff of content. A soft smile was playing upon Phin’s lips, his angel face serene in sleep.
Unwilling to entrust his mate to human ears overnight, Jack had determined on guard-dog duty. In truth, it was a smidge too soon for such vigilance, but better safe than sorry, an' all that, Jake. The cosy as can be part had been mere...consequence. A happy happenstance, that was it. Jack was not a jot as cunning as a Foxy.
After a few minutes luxuriating in the sheer bliss of...being, Jack slithered off the bed and padded out of the bedroom. He need only remain patient for a few more hours. When the moon rose in midnight skies, he would be able to claim Phin as his own. At last. Jake would keep him safe till then, because ‘he’ loved Phin too. Of course. Jack rolled his eyes. Humans...who'd have 'em. Except for Phin, of course. He was theirs.
59.Jake
Jake stepped out of the bath and towelled off his now less noxious self. He’d reeked something chronic after reclaiming it.
Yes, I know ‘why’ you did it…but you knew it was too early to fear for Phin’s welfare. Better safe than sorry, my arse. You could have at least held off until I’d got my breath back.
You’d have been less befuddled then.
Damn right, I would.
‘Befuddled’? Phin, of course. Jack would no doubt insist on doing changing next. Jake raked his fingers through his hair and huffed a sigh of resignation. His bladder was bursting, so he took care of that, then had a quick wash and brushed his teeth. Dogbreath.
Rude.
Rude is taking advantage of a man, mid-orgasm.
Fibber…you’d finished.
Just-a-bloody-bout…couldn’t you cut it any finer? Don’t answer that.
*
Jake stood in the doorway of his bedroom for a moment. Drinking in the sight he’d deemed so impossible. The miracle that was Phin. Asleep in his bed. How Jake had longed for this…feared it could never be. Had done all that was humanly possible to ensure it didn’t happen. To keep Phin safe.
‘If you love someone, set them free’ had always seemed more cliché than sound advice. ‘If they come back, they’re yours, if they don’t, they never were’…? Too impressed with itself to offer much comfort. More to the point, it was scant consolation when sacrificing a future with someone was far from setting them free. It was just denying your self to safeguard theirs. Jake had proved too weak to withstand the doggedness of one. In cahoots? Jack and Phin were an unstoppable force. Irresistible. He’d failed Phin…and now it was too late. Far too late.
Perhaps y’should just suck it up then.
If that was a bad pun; I fully intend to. If it was a…turn of phrase, then fuck off.
“Hmm…Jake…” Phin sighed, nuzzling deeper into the pillow with a sleep strewn smile when Jake bent to press a kiss to his temple. The moment those eyes fluttered open, Jake was plunged into huge pools of drowning brown; so deep, dark, they were but a breath from black. Breath-taking. Beautiful. H—Theirs.
“Morning…” Jake smiled.
“You’re back…”
“I am.”
“It was lovely to see Jack, but…hmmm…” With that sublime sigh, Phin raised his arm to stroke an overhanging tendril of Jake’s hair aside and tuck it behind his ear. “I missed you…”
“I—” A bolt of lust blazed through Jake’s body, scything straight through the words he’d been about to attempt.
“S’okay…I didn’t hope you’d do saying it back. I just wanted to be sure you knew…”
Jake crushed his mouth to the soft ‘oo’ those lips had formed. The answering shaft of raw need that speared Phin intensified Jake’s own. It wasn’t a simple doubling—it resounded back and forth—fuelling the fire, feeding the flames. Breaking the kiss briefly, Jake grasped a fistful of duvet and dragged it off the bed, unveiling a gleaming expanse of alabaster skin. Phin’s naked scent flooded Jake’s senses, engulfing him in a tsunami of too much…never, ever enough… Jake found himself enfolded in everlasting arms and tugged flush to Phin’s body; hard heat fusing in a clash of chests and cocks.
“Stay with me…” Jake gazed down into a brown ablaze with liquid lust; Bunsen blue reflected in their midnight depths.
“D’you mean—?”
“Forever.” Jake cut in, too impatient to secure an answer to outwait a question. Why force Phin to fumble around, for fear of mooting too much. Jake never wanted to hear that infernal phrase again. Or Phin to fret about its impossibility, let alone utter it aloud.
“Forever?” Those eyes flared improbably wider, wonder writ far too large for the fate they’d doomed him to. Jake had been lost the instant his—theirs—locked with them.
“Yes.”
“But…what about Foxy? Won’t he mind being stuck with me…?” Phin’s frown was as ‘daft’ as the fear that provoked it.
“Mind? He’s been hell-bent on…making you his from the second he caught your scent on the wind.”
“What were you going to say instead of ‘making you…’”
“You really don’t want to know,” Jake groaned.
“I really do…or I wouldn’t have done asking. I want to know more now you don’t want to ‘fess up.”
“Mating.” Jake groaned, dipping his head to hide his mortification. Mating, f’fucksakes.
“Mating. I’m chuffed t’bits you told me now. It’s a foxy sort of word, so I can do letting myself listen, rather than suspect I heard what I wanted to.” Phin smiled, for all the world as if finding himself mated to a mangy mutt was a fate as fortuitous as slipping his foot into Cinderella’s slipper.
“Phin…”
“You should let yourself listen. I’d never do fibbing about forever,” he informed Jake with a twinkle that promised mischief in mind. “I’d just fudge a bit, not fib, till I could do scarpering, first chance I got.”
Jake couldn’t help the splutter that promptly sprayed Phin with spittle. “Oh gawd, sorry…”
“You didn’t need to do hinting…I know I niff to high heaven,” he chuckled. “I feel proper scratchy—with itchies—where my skin was sticky. You smell luscious, so the stench must be knocking you out…”
“Your smell isn’t. Mine is far less…fragrant, except for the fact you reek of it.” Jake leaned in to ghost his nose along the extravagant sweep of Phin’s neck…paused at its pounding pulse to fasten there. A soft moan vibrated against his lips, a so
und so steeped in pleasure, his whiskers would’ve quivered with delight, had they been in situ. Jake drew hard, dragging the blood to the surface with a light graze of teeth. The latter being…purely to complete the…ritual?
Mating ritual. Oh, Christ.
“Hmm…” Phin let his lids glide shut and his head fall back. Jack stirred; his gaze iridescent with…satisfaction?
No answer came the reply. Sphinx face in full force. F’fucksakes. Steeling himself, Jake braved the shrouded mists of his mind, long since blanketed.
Cognisance. Jack recognised it as a…gesture. Baring the vulnerable arc of his throat was an…act of trust. Relinquishment. A sacred gift given, rather than surrender.
60. Phin
“Hmm. Jake…” Phin sighed when the scent of sunshine musk did drifting into his dreams. The soft swish of hair and the brush of plush lips at his temple made his eyes snap open, which was odd, when he usually had to do prising them apart. Then again, they’d never had a sight so sumptuous awaiting them…one Phin longed to do waking to for…as long as Jake would let him.
“Morning…” His voice…made a warm weight do squirming in the pit of Phin’s guts.
“You’re back…” Duh, that was stating the bloomin obvious, when Jake was blatantly here and not sporting a furry face. “It was lovely to see Jack, but hmmm…” Much as he loved Foxy, Phin was in no fit state to inflict on super-sniffer dog skills. Noxious niffs or no…he’d somehow missed Jake, despite delighting in his cosy-as-can-be night with Jack. A snippet of info it seemed important to share, so Phin did…which made Jake do a strange strangly sound, and Phin do wishing the bed would swallow him up for being so stoopid. The rush of relief when Jake’s mouth crushed down did stealing his breath…and the belief that he was about to be told to do leaving.
It was a fear that felt as if it could snatch away his last tatty scraps of sanity. A plummet from teetering on the brink of impossible bliss into an abyss darker, deeper than he’d ever dreaded before. A terror that made Phin too skittish to do deciding if it was real, which was scary in itself.
It was all too new, too bright, too bewildering, much-too-much to believe it belonged in his life. Frettings as scratchy as a mean, spitting kitten kept telling him do fleeing as fast as he could. Before Jake wished Phin would. Self-sabotage was his fail-safe way to stave off being found faulty. Proving it before the inevitable happened was a consequence Phin could do controlling. He would rather be squished by the anvil than live with it hanging over his head.
Being squished by Jake was infinitely preferable. His weight was the most unexpected wonder of all. Phin had never realised it was something he should do craving. Now? He was besieged by a clamour of hankerings. Every sense felt starved, ravenous for Jake’s touch, taste, smell, the sound of his voice, the sight of his face. Cravings that consumed all but the bone-deep need for closeness to do soothing the scratchy. To feel Jake do filling him up in every way. To crawl inside his skin and stay there for…ever.
“Stay with me…” Jake’s whisper fanned Phin’s face with whiskey warm breath, the blue ablaze with a hundred hues. Stay with me? For how long? Must it matter? No…yes. No, because Jake wanted him to do staying full stop, for however long he meant. Yes, when he’d kicked down a door Phin had done dashing through without being sure when it would shut him out.
“D’you mean—?” Phin did biting his lip to stop the too much from flaunting itself.
“Forever.” Forever? Could it do meaning a time that wasn’t ‘for the foreseeable future’. At least. At best? For ever and ever amen. “Yes.” One word; the world within it.
A happy (ever after) place with his furry friend, whether Jake was sporting some, or not. Phin couldn’t seem to do seeing them as two separate selves, despite Jake’s insistence that ‘Jack’ had distinct needs and demands. Did he find that less scary than accepting them as his own instincts, unleashed? Did it matter one bit, when Jake’s belief must count most? So, Phin did asking the daftest question he’d ever let flit from his lips. A feat in itself.
“But…what about Foxy? Won’t he mind being stuck with me…?”
“Mind? He’s been dead set on…making you his from the instant he caught your scent on the wind.” Jake’s brief pause sounded more telling than the word he’d done abandoning. The unutterable was always more important. That’s why Phin had never craved company; it meant he must do ignoring the shadow stuff that mattered most. To them, which was a bit batshit, it must not be said.
After a bit of banter back and forth, Phin was gifted the truth. Straight from the jackal’s mouth, he was sure of it: Mating. A word that came complete with superpowers all of its own and quite snaffled Phin’s chances of making sense any time soon. Scandalous, that.
So was having traitorous lips with a titchy tendency to do spilling secrets that came back to bite Phin on the bum. A thought that didn’t do helping his grey matter matters one bite. Bit. Phin’s fudging did do tickling Jake’s funny bone though, which mattered more, when the scoundrel kept fretting about stuff that did not. Better yet, Jake’s splutter-snort was just the ticket to fast track them from sticky patches to pastures far less scratchy:
“You smell luscious, so the stench must be knocking you out…”
“Your smell isn’t. Mine is far less…fragrant, except for the fact you reek of it.” As if to do proving that Phin’s stench was not a jot noxious, Jake—fearless superfiend that he was—dipped his head to do inhaling a heroic lungful of the fearsome niff.
Tendrils of hair did tickling Phin’s face, its scent so heady he could do tasting it down to his toes. Jake’s breath sent skitters shivering down his spine, even before the feasting at Phin’s neck. He felt pinpricks of blood do tingling to the surface, as luscious as the graze of Jake’s teeth. Too gentle to do hurting, but oh, so right. As if they could—would—satisfy some…unknowable need.
“Hmm…” Phin let his head do falling back, pressing into a pillow that puffed out Jake’s scent.
“Phin…” His voice was husky rasp that did tugging deep in Phin’s guts when Jake blazed a trail of lips and tongue across his collarbone, did smudging down to scatter kisses across his chest…
“Jake…please…” Phin didn’t know what he was pleading for till Jake paused to do torturing a nipple with teasing teeth. Lulling Phin into a world of sensation so sumptuous it was a shock to his system when Jake did swooping all-of-a-sudden to sluice a luxuriant lick along his cock. Phin’s hips shot about three feet off the bed, so it was a fine thing that Jake was blessed with foxy reflexes, or he might’ve done poking an eye out. His jackal-in-the-box boner was such a sight to behold, it looked as if it might be luminous in the dark. Unless, it just felt that way.
It was a splendid thing to be foxy, even just to have himself a lightsaber cock. That was a bit of a fib. The real reason started to do swirling his devilish tongue around its tip, obliterating all manner of cockly comparisons Phin might have mustered up. Its mind-mangling twizzle left him clawing the duvet, clutching at clammy fistfuls…which no longer seemed attached to the rest after the raspy sound of ripping fabric. Oops.
“Jake! Please… I can’t—” do enduring any more. Phin needed him. Now. “Jake! Don’t do faffing,” he pleaded when Jake had grabbed the lube and done a swift bit of slathering. Phin was willing to swear that his body had become a mite more accommodating here ’n’ there…which was a bloomin good job. He might combust if he was forced to do waiting.
“Y’sure?”
“Very!” he gasped when his grappling guts ratcheted up another notch or ninety.
“Really? Are you doing fibbing?”
“Nooo. P’raps…’twould be a tad tricky…with paws.” And claws…oouch. “Pleease!”
Jake slid his hands beneath Phin’s butt and did hefting him up with featherweight ease. Barely a snatched off breath later, he’d buried himself in Phin’s body with a sublime snap of foxy hips.
“Gnrrrrh! Y’sure? Strewth…” Jake’s eyes had flared so wide it
looked as if they might do plopping on Phin’s chest.
“Yesssss! Move!” Crikey, Phin wasn’t going to last two minutes. He felt like the Human Torch—as if he’d done bursting into flames—but blissfully pain free, fuelled from within. Jake nodded and did pulling back before thrusting inside with a growl that did tugging at Phin’s stirring self. Or he was fast turning into a fruit loop. No matter, Phin didn’t care a toot. About aught but the staggering swish of Jake’s spine; sweeping with such speed he might’ve been all blurry, if Phin’s eyes couldn’t do keeping up.
“Hmmore…” Phin sighed. The flames were less fierce now, licking along his veins with silken tongues, soothing—even as they burned ever brighter—like a log fire on a wintry night. It felt as if he might go off like a rocket any second, despite being sure he could do lasting forever. Jake p’raps didn’t feel quite the same.
