Bayou Des Enfants

by Lynn Lorenz

  But tonight, what Scott had planned wasn’t their “usual.” Far, far from it.

  And wasn’t Ted going to be happy! Way, way happy.

  Scott chuckled.

  Ted returned. “All yours.”

  Scott looked up and grinned. Ted’s dick strained against his boxers.

  “It sure is.”

  Ted dropped his drawers and kicked them away. “Not until you’re clean, wolf.”

  “What? I thought you liked the way I smell.”

  “I do. Most of the time.” Ted pointed to his bobbing cock. “None of this until I can taste the soap on your skin.” Ted cocked an eyebrow. “Turns me on.”

  “You got it.” Scott rolled off the bed. He undressed, did the same as Ted, and headed to the bathroom.

  Any way his mate wanted him was fine with him.

  Scott soaped up, played with his cock a little, just to knock off the edge, and then rinsed off. After drying, he put on his briefs and headed back to the bedroom, a wolfish grin on his face.

  He stepped in and locked the door behind him.

  Ted lay on top of the covers, naked and spread out for him like boiled crawfish on a newspaper-covered picnic table. Damn delicious.

  He couldn’t wait to suck the head and bite the tail.

  “What’s so funny?” Ted made a face.

  “Just thinking how much I want you and what I want to do to you.”

  “Oh. That.” Ted shrugged. He grasped his cock at the base and held it upright. “Hope this is part of your plans.”

  “You have no idea.” Scott kneeled on the bed and crawled up to Ted. He flopped down next to him. “Going to blow your mind, babe.”

  “Ready to be blown.” Ted smirked as he slapped his dick against his belly.

  Scott leaned over and took Ted’s mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. “Just go with me, okay?”

  “Okay.” Ted narrowed his eyes.

  Scott pulled back, put his hand over Ted’s, and stroked him. Ted hissed.

  “Shh. You’re going to have to keep it quiet.” Scott continued to jerk him off. When Ted moaned and started thrusting into his tight grip, Scott let go.

  “What?” Ted looked up.

  “I think you’re ready, and I’m definitely ready.” Scott kissed him again. He rolled over onto his belly, his ass presented to his mate. “I want you to do what you did to me the other night. With your fingers?”

  “Hol-y shit,” Ted whispered. He ran his hand over Scott’s back and down to the high curve of his ass. Massaging it hard. He parted the globes and ran his finger along the crack.

  Scott moaned. “Lube.”

  Ted fumbled it out of the drawer, popped the top, and squeezed some onto his fingers. The cool gel hit Scott, and he jerked a bit. It warmed as Ted worked it around his hole.

  “Damn, that’s good.” Scott sighed and pumped up into Ted’s touch.

  “Turns me on, doing this to you, wolf.” Ted grinned. “Want to do more.”

  “Do it. I want to feel your finger inside me. Want you to hit that button again.”

  Ted chuckled. “Whatever you want, whatever you need.”

  “Need you.”

  Ted leaned over and ran his tongue along Scott’s spine, then gave him a quick nip on his ass as he pushed against Scott’s back door.

  Scott pushed back, and Ted breached him. The scrape of Ted’s calloused finger ran along the walls of his channel, setting off thousands of sparks of arousal. And when Ted hit his prostate—goddamn.

  “Oh, you bastard. So good.”

  “I’m your bastard.” Ted worked him, rubbing and pressing his bump until Scott thought he’d lose it. So wicked and so damn good. He’d never known touching this part of his body could turn him on so badly.

  “I need more.” Scott wanted so bad to tell Ted what he really wanted, but he couldn’t get those two words out.

  “More?” Ted added another finger, stretching him so deliciously he thought this was it, he was going to explode.

  Scott shamelessly rode Ted’s fingers, his arousal growing out of control, dragging him to the edge of release with a few soothing strokes along his channel.

  He needed so much more. He needed Ted’s cock inside him. He wanted. Wanted.

  “Fuck me!” Scott cried out, his words nearly muffled against his arm. He got to his knees, pushing Ted away as he did. “Fuck me. Babe, I want you…inside me.” He choked on his words.

  Ted growled, tunneled his fingers into Scott’s short hair, and pulled his head back to look into his eyes. “Are you sure?” The manhandling just about drove Scott nuts.

  “I’m on my knees with my ass in the air, begging you. What do you think?” Scott snapped. If Ted didn’t do it right now, Scott feared the moment would pass, and he’d chicken out. Lose the feeling of desperation flooding his blood.

  Ted must have known, because he let go of Scott’s hair, moved behind Scott, and pushed his cock against Scott’s opening. The heat of it sent a shiver through Scott.

  Ted stroked down Scott’s back. “Easy. Just relax, wolf. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re in control of this. You tell me when to stop.” Those words, the reassurance, did what Ted had wanted, and Scott relaxed his body.

  “Tell me if I need to stop.”

  Groaning, Ted pressed in. Scott answered back as his hole stretched to accommodate the fat head of Ted’s cock. This was insane. He was going to let Ted fuck him. Just the thought got his dick hard. He peeked underneath him. Yep. His cock was like a torpedo, hard and red. His balls dangled between his spread legs. He could see Ted’s thighs behind his, Ted’s balls mirroring Scott’s.

  He knew just how it felt when he fucked Ted and their balls slapped together, or his balls bounced against Ted’s taint. He shuddered, full body. No denying it now.

  He wanted this fucking. Every part of him.

  “Please. Now. Do it.”

  Ted shushed him. “Got to go easy.”

  “Want it hard.”

  “In time. Trust me.”

  “Okay, babe.” Scott panted at the increase in pressure as Ted shoved in deeper. Every nerve in Scott’s body seemed to exist around his hole.

  Ted bent over Scott’s back and took hold of his dick. Ted had lube on his fingers and used it to slide up and down, back and forth, as he continued to press his cock into Scott.

  Scott moaned, thinking of being jacked and fucked at the same time. Fuck. What if someone else was sucking him off? Two men. Ted fucking and…

  His body gave way. Ted breached him and slid deeper.

  Scott buried his face against his arm and groaned. He gritted his teeth together to keep quiet, but all he wanted was to cry out, shake the walls with his howl. This was it. Ted was inside.

  And hol-y shit, did it feel good. Insanely wicked. Wrong but so right. He’d been filled in the most primal way, and his wolf howled its pleasure. No pain, more like discomfort sliding into pleasure.

  “When you’re ready, wolf.”

  Scott rocked forward, dragging along Ted’s cock. Ted cursed softly and squeezed his shaft hard. Then Scott pushed back, taking the length of Ted inside again.

  “Merde.” Scott panted, arching his back. “So good, babe. So good.”

  Scott hoped Ted understood, in every way, how in sync they were. Ted pulled out, nearly to the end, and thrust hard back, splitting Scott wide and hitting deep.

  Fucked him again, slow and then shafting deep. Jacking him off at the same time. The only thing that would make this better would be…

  Scott hissed. “Fuck. Good. Harder.”

  Ted grabbed Scott’s hip with his free hand. “Hang on, wolf. I’m going to ride you hard.” And he did.

  Ted was ruthless. He pounded Scott, and Scott took it, every thrust and stroke and rub against his walls. It sent him into a state he’d never reached before, one of total submission to the man he loved.

  And he’d deprived his mate of this for a year. He was a bastard. A selfish, horny bastard. How could Ted love him? />
  But no more. Never again would he deny Ted anything or hold back. He understood now. Ted and Scott were both men, both alphas who needed to fuck, and to be fucked, by their mates. To share their submission to each other, not one over the other.

  Ted’s balls slammed against Scott’s body like a jackhammer. The easy slide became rougher, the skin of Ted’s cock scraping against the walls of Scott’s chute, adding to the pain pleasure building in Scott’s genitals. Scott blew apart as he reached his climax.

  “Gonna come. Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Scott bit his bottom lip, arching into Ted’s grip. He looked under his body to watch Ted jerk him off. His cock swelled, and in a blinding explosion, he creamed all over the bed and Ted’s fingers as he whispered curses on Ted and his fantastic dick.

  “Felt you come, wolf. Tight all around me.”

  Ted slammed into him twice more and came as he ground out, “My wolf!”

  Heat filled Scott’s channel. Ted’s cum painted every bit of Scott’s inner walls, and in that moment, he accepted it. Wanted it inside him forever. He’d opened his ass, his most private place, and more than that, he’d opened the last part of his heart to his mate.

  Ted let his cock go and pushed up on Scott’s back as he pulled out. Cum oozed out, ran down Scott’s thighs. No longer able to stay on his knees, Scott slid down, his belly meeting the cum-covered blanket, and not caring.

  Ted leaned over the bed and grabbed his boxers. He used them to wipe Scott off between his legs, but Scott could barely feel it. His body was throbbing, slowly, steadily, softer and softer as he came down from his high.

  “Fuck, Ted. That was…” Scott’s eyes uncrossed.

  “Yeah. Fucking great. I know.” Ted flopped down onto his back beside Scott and put his arms behind his head as if he’d just won the triathlon. His cocky grin split his face.

  “Fucker.” Scott slapped his hand on Ted’s chest in play.

  “Yes. Yes, I am. Finally.”

  “So.” Scott exhaled. “When can we do that again?”

  Ted burst out laughing. “Well, you owe me a year’s worth, so give me some time to recover, and we can go again.”

  “Wolves don’t need recovery time. We’re special like that.” Scott grinned.

  “Well, I do. As much as I want to do that again—like all the time—I need to pull myself together.”

  Scott laughed.

  “When you said you were going to blow my mind, you weren’t kidding.” Ted exhaled.

  Scott shrugged. “I’m a man of my word.”

  “Shut up. Let’s sleep.” Ted curled up against Scott.

  Scott wrapped his arms around his mate and buried his face in the back of Ted’s neck. He inhaled.

  His heart filled.

  Well, if he’d had any doubts left that he was gay, this blew them away.

  »»•««

  Ted sat up in bed. His ears echoed with the fading sound of some noise. He looked around the room, thinking maybe he’d dreamed it. Scott slept next to him, one arm flung over his head, the other tucked between his legs, cradling his balls.

  He snorted at his mate.

  “Daaaad!”

  Okay, he heard that. A switch flipped inside him, urging him to rush to the source of the cry.

  Ted scrambled out of bed, grabbed a pair of sleep pants from the dresser, and hopped into them. Another moan from down the hall.

  One of the boys.

  Adrenaline pumped through his body as he rushed to unlock the door in the dark and get to whoever was crying now. Ted stumbled down the dimly lit hall, his arms outstretched and dragging along the walls to steady him.

  The boys’ door was closed, but Ted entered without knocking, swearing under his breath about hating this part of parenting and how did people do this, when he stopped dead in his tracks.

  Charles sat up in bed on the lower bunk, his eyes wide open, hands out in front of him, fighting with something Ted couldn’t see.

  “No, no, no! Stop! Get away!”

  “Charles!” Ted rushed to the bedside and fell to his knees. “Wake up!”

  The boy moaned and struck out at him. Ted ducked before the blow landed. Okay, the kid wasn’t awake, but that didn’t make him less dangerous.

  “Hey, what’s wrong with Charlie?”

  Ted looked up. Timothy peered over the upper bunk, white-faced and quivering bottom lip. Sleep crusted his eyes as he rubbed them.

  “It’s okay, Timmy,” Ted crooned. “He’s having a nightmare.”

  Timothy nodded and pulled back. “Wake him up!”

  “I’m trying.” Ted sat back, surveying the situation. Should he turn on the lights?

  He got up, crossed the room in two long strides and hit the switch. Light flooded the room.

  Charles still sat in bed, eyes wide open, sheer terror on his face. It scared the shit out of Ted. He headed back to the child.

  “Charles! Wake up!”

  Charles cried, weeping as if his heart would break. Ted touched him, but the boy screamed and flailed again. “Get away! No, no!”

  Ted had never felt so helpless in his life. The boy wouldn’t wake up, but he couldn’t be comforted. Still, he wasn’t really being hurt…

  “What the hell should I do?” Ted whispered as he sank onto the floor, cross-legged. “Has he ever done this before?”

  “I think so.” Timothy sniffed, his voice floating down from above. “Will he be okay?”

  “Yeah. He’s not really being hurt. It’s just a dream.” Whatever the hell it was, it must have been the worst nightmare ever. Like a Vietnam vet’s flashback. Or some sort of PTSD.

  Ted exhaled and slumped. They were so not ready for this shit. Feeding them, yeah. Taking them to school and helping with homework? He could do that easy. But this, whatever this was, oh hell no.

  This tore out your heart, shredded it, and threw it onto the ground. This was helplessness like he’d never encountered and he hated it. Hated it.

  Moving quietly, Ted scooted back until his back hit the wall next to the head of the bunk bed, and he got comfortable. Nothing to do but ride it out, like a hurricane, the winds howling and swirling around you, terrifying.

  This looked as if it would be a long night.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Scott took one look at Ted in the bathroom mirror and whistled. “Man, what truck ran your ass over?”

  “Fuck you.” Ted shot his mate the finger. “No judgments. I was up all night with Charles. He had a bad dream. You slept through it.”

  Scott shrugged. “Sorry. Why didn’t you wake me?” He filled his palm with shaving cream and lathered up his face.

  “You had real work. I didn’t.” Ted shrugged, brushed his teeth, rinsed, and spit.

  “Hey.” Scott took Ted’s toothbrush and dropped it into the glass on the counter. “Stop it. Don’t talk that way about what you do. I respect your work, and I’m damned proud of you.”

  Ted sighed. “Right.” He ran his hand through his still-damp hair. “I’m just shook up as hell, that’s all.”

  “Was it that bad?” Scott leaned against the counter and folded his arms over his chest.

  “Yeah. This was the mother of all nightmares. Never seen anything like it before in my life. The kid was…I don’t know…awake but asleep. Eyes open but dreaming someone was hitting him. He was fighting like a tiger.” Ted leaned on his hands on the counter and hung his head. “I think he thought it was his dad.”

  “Merde.”

  “Exactly. Merde.” He raised his head and looked Scott in the eyes. “No matter what I did, he wouldn’t wake up. I just sat there, next to him, while he cried and fought and called out.” Ted shuddered. “I couldn’t do a damn thing. It was…”

  “Scary?” Scott moved in and gathered Ted into his arms. Ted rested his head on Scott’s shoulder.

  “Yeah. And I felt so helpless. So powerless.” Ted took a deep breath. “I think we might be making a big mistake, babe. Thinking we can do this parenting job. Because if what
happened last night proved anything to me, it’s that I’m totally not prepared or equipped to deal with being a dad.”

  Scott stared at his reflection in the mirror. Ted was really shaken. Scott didn’t blame him in the least. He had no idea what he would have done. Probably the wrong thing.

  “Sounds like you did the right thing, just being there for him. He woke up?”

  “No. It went on for over an hour. Then he sort of fell over and closed his eyes and went back to sleep.” He shook his head. “I slept on the floor until morning, and they both woke up. He didn’t remember a thing. Totally weird.”

  “Wow.” Scott shrugged. “Think we need some books?”

  “Yeah.” Ted nodded. “Lots and lots of them.”

  They both snorted and finished dressing so the boys could get in for their showers. Scott dressed in his uniform, Ted in jeans and a T-shirt.

  Once everyone was clean, they gathered in the kitchen for breakfast.

  Scott gave Ted a quick kiss. “Got to go. I’ll get something on the way.”

  Ted gave him a serious look. “No doughnuts.”

  Scott held his hands up as if under arrest. “I promise.” He headed for the door.

  “Get the egg whites on the sausage biscuit!” Ted called out.

  “Werewolf, remember?” Scott grinned, patted his belly, and then closed the door behind him.

  As he trotted down the stairs to his cruiser, he made a mental note to give Ted a call. Maybe they could all meet for lunch today if nothing pressing came up.

  At some point soon, he’d have to talk about the change with Charles. But first, he needed to talk to Mike, get some advice on how to do this. Mike had been through it with his son not too long ago.

  »»•««

  “Mr. Canedo!” Timothy raised his hand. The boys sat in front of the TV, watching educational cartoons. Charles looked bored and irritated, probably from the excitement of the night, even if he had no idea why he was so out of sorts.

  “It’s Ted. And you don’t have to raise your hand.” Ted paused as he wiped down the kitchen counter.

  “What are we going to do today?” The little boy’s eyes lit up, and he bounced in his seat on the couch. Cute.

  Ted threw the dishcloth over his shoulder and leaned on the counter with both hands.