by JC Holly
With his free hand, Grant nudged Tom’s legs a little further apart, then helped him slide back a little, so his ass stuck out more. He was, of course, correct, and Tom let out another shuddering breath as the man got back to work.
“Ready for the next step?”
Tom nodded once. His fingers were white against the tile of the cubicle from pushing against it so hard, but he wanted this.
Grant pulled away for a moment, and Tom heard the rustle of the condom packet to his side. In his daydreams Grant never bothered with such things, leaving them both with full sensation, but Tom knew it couldn’t be like that in real life. At least not right away.
Any thoughts of reduced enjoyment disappeared in the instant that Grant’s cockhead pushed against Tom’s ass.
“It feels huge,” he managed to almost whimper. “It’ll never fit.”
Grant kissed him again on the neck. “Just relax. It’ll be fine, but you can tell me to stop any time.”
As much as he worried, Tom wanted it. More than anything else in a long time. He dipped his head under the shower’s spray once more and let his muscles relax. Grant must have felt the change, as he began to push.
Where there was first a sharp pain, pleasure soon joined it, as Grant’s cock slipped inside Tom’s ass. The pain remained for a few moments more, but quickly began to dissipate.
“That’s it,” Grant said, his mouth inches from Tom’s ear. “God, that feels good.”
Grant pushed a little further, then started to pull back again, until he was almost out, before pushing once more.
Nothing compared to what Tom felt at that moment. He’d thought the sex he was used to was pretty good, but when put next to what he was now going through, it had been a pale imitation. To have someone inside him…it was unreal. He’d dreamed of it, but never thought he’d have the confidence to actually do it, and yet there he was, in the shower with a beautiful man and his beautiful cock.
“Everything okay?” Grant muttered, slowing his already slow movements.
Tom nodded, then took a breath and forced words into his mouth. “Everything is great. What you’re doing feels incredible.”
Grant kissed him softly on the shoulder. “I’m glad. Want to try for more?”
“More?” Tom frowned. “I thought you were all the way in?”
The man chuckled. “Not even close.”
Tom’s reply was taken from him in surprise as Grant pushed further inside him. It turned out that he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he wasn’t close to all the way. On and on, he pushed, until Tom didn’t know how he was taking it all. Finally Grant seemed to be finished, and began to pull back, then find a rhythm.
To begin with, most of the work was done by Grant, while Tom still tried to get used to the sensation. Every time he thought he was ready to help out, Grant’s cock rubbed against his prostate and all thoughts disappeared in a moan and a flash of white light. If Grant minded, though, he certainly didn’t show it.
It didn’t take long for Tom’s breathing to become ragged, and for a familiar ache to build in his core, signaling a coming end. He couldn’t believe it, since he hadn’t so much as touched his cock, but the sensation wasn’t one that was easily mistaken.
Grant seemed to sense it, and he began to build in speed and force. All hint of pain was long gone by that point, so the change was welcomed by Tom. He even managed to push his hips back in time with the strokes, an action that had Grant almost growling in response.
“Fuck,” he muttered, as he pumped into Tom’s ass. “Keep doing that.”
Tom was happy to oblige, and began to push back against his man’s thrusts, timing it so that Grant’s balls slapped against his ass. He couldn’t believe he’d taken the entire length, but god it felt good!
As one they built further in speed, and soon both men could keep quiet no longer, and were moaning and grunting in time with their movements. Grant’s hand slipped around Tom’s front and found his hard cock, and squeezed his hand as he worked. That, combined with the work Grant was doing behind him, left Tom almost blind with pleasure, and the he soon realized that the voice he heard crying out was his own.
That was the final straw for Grant, and he pulled out in one swift motion, then spun Tom around and pushed him to his knees with a strong, practiced hand. Tom winced momentarily as his knees his the ground, but any moment of pain was worth it as Grant tore away the condom and came hard, spurting his thick creamy load into Tom’s face.
“Fuck!” Grant cried, as he came, jerking himself hard. “Take it all.”
Tom let the man cover his nose, cheek, and neck with hot cum, then jerked his own cock until he came just as hard, crying out as he did. Grant put a hand under each of Tom’s arms and pulled him to his feet, then embraced him tightly under the shower.
They held the clinch until the water turned cold, then broke and kissed hard enough that it hurt. Tom had very recently come to understand that pain could be pleasurable, though, and didn’t shy away.
By the time they stepped out of the shower Tom was so cold his teeth chattered. If the cold bothered Grant he didn’t show it in the least, though, and instead of grabbing himself a towel he wrapped Tom up first and led him into the bedroom.
They both collapsed to the bed and wriggled their way under the covers. Tom lay on his side, and Grant snuggled up behind him, spooning him and covering his neck and back in kisses.
Tom took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, smiling the whole while.
“What are you thinking?” Grant murmured into his ear.
“That I haven’t been this happy in years.”
Grant wrapped an arm around him and held his closer still. “Me too.”
Chapter Nine
Grant was snapped out of his slumber at five in the morning by the sound of a car zooming down the road. Tom remained blissfully unaware, though, so Grant stayed put and held his new lover a little while longer.
Honestly, he hadn’t been sure if he’d ever get so far into a relationship with the man. Last night he had hoped that maybe they’d head back to Tom’s place and talk a little, or maybe have a few drinks. The idea of sex had been in the back of his mind, of course, but he had thought it very unlikely.
Tom was kind, witty, and cute as hell, but he was also the least confident man Grant had ever met. It seemed that Grant was a good influence on him, though, as Tom came out of his shell a little every time they spent time together. Even so, last night was a shock.
A pleasant one, though. Tom had handled things better than most newbies did, in Grant’s experience, despite the shower not being the best learning ground. It had felt like the right place at the time, though, and Tom hadn’t disagreed.
Careful not to disturb the man with his movements, or his growing hard-on, Grant slowly climbed out of bed and padded down the stairs to the kitchen. They hadn’t made it that far last night, so he had to rifle through a few cupboards until he found what he wanted, but within a few minutes he had Tom’s fancy coffee maker warming up and two clean cups to be filled once the machine was ready.
While he waited, he took up one of the two chairs that sat on either side of a half-circle table against the far wall. A book lay on the table, claiming it could teach someone everything they needed to know about art in a week. From the look and smell, the book was very new. Grant flicked through the pages.
“Trying to bone up for a later conversation?” he asked aloud.
A bemused Tom stepped through the door into the kitchen. “You must have ears like a wolf.”
Grant winked. “Heard you the second you got out of bed.”
Tom shook his head, smiling. “And yes, I thought I’d try and learn a few things prior to our date. Never came up, though.”
Grant put the book down and turned on his chair to watch Tom as the man made coffee. “I never was much for the classics,” he said. “I just found I had a talent for it, and I got lucky with a few contracts early on.”
“Might as well
work from home if you can,” Tom said.
“Exactly. Though I try to spend time outside whenever I can.”
“Hence our first meeting,” Tom said, as he walked back to the table.
He brought the coffees on a tray with milk, and sugar, and Grant used both liberally, before downing half the drink in one gulp. Tom raised an eyebrow.
“What?” Grant asked.
“Steel windpipe to go with the wolf ears.”
“Don’t forget the bull’s cock.”
“How could I?”
Grant chuckled. “You didn’t blush this time.”
Tom smiled. “I guess you’re a bad influence on me.”
“That must be it,” Grant said. “So, no regrets?”
Tom frowned. “Should there be?”
“I damn well hope not, but I have to ask. Since you’re new, and all.”
“Not so new now,” he said, a hint of redness returning to his cheeks. “You saw to that.”
Grant slid his foot up Tom’s leg. “And I’m only just getting started.”
* * * *
As the morning wore on, and Grant didn’t disappear, Tom felt his already burgeoning confidence grow further. Not only did he have his cherry popped last night, but the guy who had done it wasn’t trying to disappear.
That worry had kept him up half the night, though it had dissipated each hour that Grant had stayed beside him in the bed. When he’d woke in the morning, though, there had been a moment where he thought Grant had left. That had lasted until he heard the clink of cups in the kitchen.
A few hours later as they relaxed on the sofa, Grant’s arm around Tom, he broached the subject of what came next.
“That’s up to you,” Grant said. “Of course, if I had my way, you’d be bent over the back of this couch and I’d be riding your ass till you came.”
Tom snorted, which surprised him as much has it did Grant. “Uh, maybe later. Still a little achy from last night.”
“I’m only kidding around. You’re off work for a few more days, right?”
“Yeah, my days are free. You?”
Grant shrugged. “Pretty much. I’ve some work to do, but there’s no huge rush on any of it.” He stood and moved to the curtained window and peeked outside. “Since it’s clear out, we could go for a walk?”
That sounded ideal, and Tom said as much, before joining Grant at the window. After a mental kick in the ass, he drew the curtains wide and then turned and kissed his man softly on the lips.
Grant was taken aback at the public display, but he clearly approved if his grin was anything to go by.
“I think last night helped you a great deal,” he said after he returned the kiss.
Tom nodded. “I woke up feeling pretty damn good, I must admit. And like you said on our date, it’s hardly fair on you for me to hide our time together. I have to be more grown up about it.” He glanced away. “Besides, after your performances last night, I want to show you off to the world.”
Grant pulled Tom close. “In that case, maybe I should drop my pants.”
Tom laughed. “Maybe later. Right now I need to change.”
He took the stairs back to the bedroom two at a time, and changed just as quickly, choosing a pair of sturdy cargo pants and a thick shirt to keep some of the cold out. Once they got started, and once he was wrapped up in his thick jacket, he doubted he’d notice the wintery weather at all.
Grant came up just as Tom was finished, and threw on his clothes from the previous night.
“Shall we go?” he asked, as he straightened his shirt.
Tom smirked. “Very funny.”
Grant raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You’re wearing light pants and a thin shirt, and you’ve got a pair of shoes on. You’ve already proved you don’t feel the cold as much as I do, but that’s taking it a bit far.”
The man paused for a moment, glancing down at his clothing, then looked up. “Ah. Winter.” He grinned. “In that case, we’d better swing by my place first.”
Within five minutes they were in Grant’s car, headed to his place in search of warmer clothing, and after a whistle-stop tour of his attractive home they drove out of town.
Tom recognized the route, but he rarely went out so far, especially in the winter. With Grant by his side, though, he found he wasn’t at all worried. The man had almost single-handedly dug them out of a snowed-in cabin, after all.
When they finally stopped, Tom was lost. The road they had driven in on had long ago narrowed, and had turned to a dirt track fifteen minutes back. Snow lay thick on all sides, though thinner beneath the thick canopy of trees that lay twenty or so feet out.
“Some place,” Tom said, as he climbed out of the car.
Grant closed the door with a soft thump, then leaned on the car and took in a deep breath.
“Now that’s what I call air,” he said, smiling widely. “No exhaust fumes, no all-night restaurants, no nothin’, except trees and grass.”
Tom took in as deep a breath, but didn’t appreciate it as much as Grant had. Sure, it was fresher, but the city air never really bothered him that much. He must have as sensitive a nose as he does ears.
“So, you come here often?” Tom asked, as they headed toward a trail marked by a half-covered signpost.
“All the time. It’s great for a run. Even during the summer there aren’t many people. Somebody spread rumors on the local forums about bears,” he said with a wink.
Tom laughed. “I hope they’re only rumors.”
“Promise. Besides, I’m here to protect you.”
Grant moved closer and wrapped his arm around Tom’s waist as they walked, and Tom did the same in return.
From what Tom could tell from their current position, the trail lead through the thickest part of the trees, then disappeared entirely under snow. Since Grant had been there before, though, Tom trusted in the man to steer them in the right direction.
As they walked, and occasionally waded, through the snow, Grant talked about his times out in the wild. Tom didn’t reply much, since the walking was taking a lot of his attention, but he enjoyed listening to the man. Grant talked with such joy and detail about his experiences that it was as if Tom was there with him.
It wasn’t long before Tom realized that he was no longer feeling the cold, other than on his nose and ears, which he was sure were bright red. Strangely, Grant’s face was the same color as if he were in a warm house and not a snowbound walking trail miles from everywhere.
He was clearly much fitter than Tom, too, as whenever the snow got deeper he moved in front and plowed through to make a path for Tom, not even slowing as he did. After another such display, Tom couldn’t hold his curiosity any longer.
“How often do you work out?” he asked, as he stopped by a tree and made a show of checking his boot laces. “I mean, you don’t look super buff, but you wade through snow like it’s water. And your ears aren’t even red from the cold, either,” he added after a moment.
Grant smiled in response, then shrugged. “I grew up in a very cold part of the country, so I guess I have a natural resistance to the cold. As for the walking, I guess it’s just practice. I don’t really work out much, but I walk a lot.”
Tom nodded, and they moved on again. After a few minutes his mind was back onto enjoying the time outside, and away from Grant’s curious strengths.
Chapter Ten
The weather changed twenty minutes into their walk, dropping the temperature by enough degrees that even Grant noticed. Grudgingly, they turned back toward the car, promising they’d have more walks in the future.
Tom had clearly enjoyed himself, despite the short time out, but Grant’s walk back was distracted. Tom was a lot more attentive than most partners Grant had been with in the past, and had already started putting things together. He’d spotted the hearing back at the house, though that was partially Grant’s fault, and judging by the funny look when they had first got out of the car, he’d noticed Grant’s s
ense of smell, too.
On top of that, he’d even noticed that Grant’s body didn’t react to the cold like most people, and the excuse about growing up in a colder clime wouldn’t hold water for long. Before long Grant would have to reveal the truth, if Tom didn’t work it out first.
Fuck.
In most relationships Grant waited a damn sight longer than a couple of dates before bringing up his true nature, and with someone as nervous as Tom had been at first, Grant had been intending to leave it longer still.
He needed to discuss the issue with someone who knew what he was going through. His best shifter friends were Snow and June. Maybe it was stereotypical, but in matters of the heart he always preferred to ask a woman. Even if that woman was somewhat blunt in her advice.
“You’re quiet,” Tom said from his side.
Grant turned to Tom and realized that they were almost back at the car already. He shrugged and smiled. “I think the cold is getting to me a little.”
Tom chuckled. “I was starting to think that was impossible.”
Grant hugged the man tight against his side. “Maybe we should do like the manuals say, and snuggle up naked under our clothes.”
Tom gave him a look, but it was one of amusement rather than shock. It was becoming pretty clear that the man was over the worst of his nerves when it came to his newfound lifestyle.
If he can handle that, will he be able to handle me being non-human?
* * * *
As much as it pained him to do so, once they were home Grant fashioned a way to get away for a couple of hours. Taking his phone to the bathroom, he texted June and then headed back into the lounge. Then, when he got a reply, he pretended it was her that was having some sort of crisis. Tom told him to take all the time he needed, so long as he came back afterward, and Grant was more than happy to promise he would, telling Tom he’d be no more than a few hours.
Back in the car once more, he made haste to a cafe that June had chosen as their meeting spot. She arrived a few minutes after him, wearing a white fur that, from one quick sniff, Grant knew to be genuine. Atop her red hair she wore a matching fur hat, making her look more like Russian aristocracy than the bank teller she was.
