by JC Holly
“Well?” Ethan said.
Conor took a breath. “Sounds good.”
Chapter Six
Ethan finished his beer in one swallow, then stood and gestured for Conor to follow. He was so damned hard, the sooner he did something about it, the better. Conor looked nervous as hell, though, so he’d take it as it came.
He led the man to the end of the bar, to a security door with a small combination lock on the handle. He tapped in the PIN, and the door unlocked with a clunk. Conor seemed all the more nervous at having to pass through a locked door, and Ethan could understand why. After all, they’d never met before.
“It only locks on this side,” he muttered as he waved Conor through. “On the way out, you just turn the handle.” Conor nodded, and seemed to relax a little. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything that would get me arrested. Not without a safe word, anyway.”
The man paled again, but a wave of excitement rolled off him at the same time. Ethan thanked his extra senses and let Conor lead the way up the narrow stairs to the office.
“Hell of an ass,” Ethan said as they thumped up the steps.
“Uh, thanks. Yours, too. I mean, I’m sure it is. Not that I’ve seen it, since you’re behind me.”
Ethan chuckled. “Relax.”
“I’m trying, believe me.”
The light was on in the office, but nobody was in there, so Ethan closed the door behind Conor and flipped the latch, in case of unwelcome visitors. He swore under his breath. He hadn’t told Avani, and she sometimes needed to get in, since the change was stored in the safe. He picked up the phone and hit the button to put him through to downstairs. He glanced up at Conor as he waited for her to pick up.
“Take off your pants.”
Conor fumbled with his belt, then unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor, then, seemingly as an afterthought, did the same with his boxers. He really is new to this. The man straightened again and Ethan got his first look at what his fingers had investigated earlier.
“Nice cock.”
“Thanks,” Avani’s voice came over the phone. “But we women call it a clitoris.”
Ethan coughed in surprise. He hadn’t heard the woman pick up! “I guess I no longer need to explain where I’ve gone, huh.”
Avani laughed. “No, I think I can work it out. Don’t suppose I can come watch?”
“Not in this lifetime.” He twirled his finger at Conor, who dutifully spun around, giving Ethan a 360-degree view. “Want me to leave some change outside the door?”
“Nah, we’re good. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
She hung up, depriving Ethan of a witty comeback. Didn’t matter. He had other things on his mind, anyway. He dropped the receiver onto its cradle and walked over to Conor. He turned the man with one hand, so he was facing away from him, and then pulled him close against his body. Ethan’s cock, still hidden away in his pants, pushed against Conor’s round ass.
“That feels pretty fuckin’ good,” Ethan muttered, as he ground his hips against the man. “I’d like to show you what I can do with an ass like this...” He wrapped his fingers around Conor’s cock. “But we’ll take it slow, hmm? You want me to stop, all you have to do is say.”
Conor gasped as Ethan slid back Conor’s foreskin, exposing the large cockhead.
“You’re a big boy,” Ethan muttered into Conor’s ear. “I bet you brought a lot of pleasure to a lot of women with this, didn’t you?”
Conor didn’t reply, just took another shuddering breath.
“Well, right now it’s mine,” Ethan continued. “And I’ll do what I want with it.” He sped his strokes. “Got a problem with that?”
“No,” Conor managed to whisper. “It’s yours.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Still working Conor’s cock, Ethan encouraged the man to move forward, then turned and moved toward the large window that looked out on the town. Conor resisted, but only for a moment, giving in to Ethan’s gentle pushes.
Ethan continued to manoeuvre the man until he was practically up against the glass, exposing himself to anyone who decided to look up at that moment.
“I think a cock like this deserves to be seen, don’t you?”
Conor only whimpered in reply. Ethan gripped the man’s cock a little tighter, and sped his strokes.
“Plus, we don’t want to make a mess in my office, do we?”
With his free hand, he unhinged the window, opening it to the cool night outside. He sped his hand further, squeezing harder as his fingers bumped over the ridge of his cockhead, and Conor began to tense as his orgasm drew near.
Ethan worked him harder still, and gripped him close to his body with his free hand. A moment later Conor groaned and came hard, his cum spurting out of the open window, into the night.
Ethan kept working Conor’s cock until the man begged him to stop, then released the man and spun him face-to-face.
“So,” he said with a smirk. “How was your first gay experience?”
Conor shuddered in the night breeze, then took a deep breath. “Better than I’d hoped.”
Ethan smiled and put his hands on the man’s shoulders. “Well, then, let’s go for experience number two.”
* * * *
Conor glanced out of the window, down at the people below, who were thankfully paying far too much attention to the ground to look up, then turned back to Ethan.
“I’ve never done anything so...public, either.”
The man shrugged his huge shoulders. “Most haven’t. I like seeing the sky, though, and it’s a little chilly for anything outdoors.”
That, and we’ve only just met. “So, what did you have in mind?”
Ethan gently pushed Conor down until his knees were on the deep-piled carpet. “I’m thinking it’s my turn.”
The man worked his belt buckle loose with strong fingers, then unbuttoned his fly. Conor couldn’t take his eyes off the bulge his pants contained. He’d seen his own cock his entire life, but this would be the first time he saw someone else’s, much less touched it. The jeans came loose, and Ethan pushed them down, along with his shorts, just enough to expose his cock.
Holy crap! Conor had been told he himself was well-endowed, but Ethan made him look positively underdeveloped. Ethan’s cock must have been nine inches at least. Conor reached up to run his fingers along the length. Ethan let out a sigh as Conor reached the cockhead and pulled back the skin, revealing the huge dome beneath.
“Play with it first,” Ethan murmured, his eyes closed, his grip soft on Conor’s shoulders.
Conor did as he was told, slowly working the soft skin up and down the length of Ethan’s rigid cock. He may have never done this before, but he knew what he himself enjoyed, so he gently cupped the man’s balls with his other hand.
Ethan let his head fall back, and he let out a sigh as Conor experimented with the thick length, watching for reactions. His heart pounded a little faster as he licked his lips and then brought his mouth closer to Ethan’s cock.
The phone rang.
“Damn it.” Ethan leant toward the phone. “She wouldn’t call unless it was important.”
Conor nodded and rocked back so as to not get in the man’s way. Ethan picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear.
“What’s up? Yes, you did interrupt. Ah.” Ethan rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “Be right there.”
Conor stood as Ethan slipped his cock back into his jeans and rebuttoned. “So, uh, fun’s over?”
“Yup.” Ethan sighed again. “Apparently we had a busload of tourists come in, and Avani’s rushed off her feet. Said I’d help out until more staff turn up.”
“Oh, okay.” Conor quickly dressed. “Listen, I don’t know how these things are handled, but, uh...” He shrugged. “If you wanted to meet up some time, I’d be okay with that.”
Ethan scratched at his stubble. “I’m busy tonight, and probably tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.” Conor tried to ignore the
sinking feeling in his stomach. Fun’s definitely over.
“But if you leave your number, I’ll give you a call after that.”
“Oh! Uh, great.” He plucked a pen from the desk and scribbled his home and cell numbers onto a notepad. “Home’s best after six.”
“Okay, I’ll give you a call.” Ethan gestured to the door. “I need to get to work.”
* * * *
Avani smirked from the bar, as Ethan wished Conor a good night and watched him leave. He’d hoped that the man would stick around for a little while, but apparently he had things to do. Shame.
The second he was behind the counter, Ethan realised just how busy it was. By the time he had chance to talk to Avani, he’d already taken five orders.
“Sorry to pull you away,” Avani said as he stooped to grab a couple of beers from the fridge beneath the counter. “Didn’t mean to spoil your fun.”
“It’s fine.”
She raised an eyebrow as she flipped the lids off the bottles. “Did you get his number?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Gonna call him?”
Ethan paused between opening the wine bottle in his hand, and pouring it into a glass. “I think so, yeah.”
“Huh. Must be serious.”
Ethan shrugged it off and went back to work. She had a point, though. Since his last serious relationship ended less than pleasantly, he’d been strictly a “fuck ’em and forget ’em” kind of guy. Conor was different, though. He shook his head. No. Don’t be ridiculous. He’d spent no more than twenty minutes with the guy, including the time on the street during his hunt.
But that encounter was why the man was still in his head. He couldn’t remember the last time he was attracted to a man even through the clouded mind of his wolf form. He smirked. He must have smelt good.
A solid hour of serving drinks, taking money, and muttering obscenities at customers’ backs passed before the pair got a chance to talk again, and Avani was still focused on what had occurred upstairs.
“Y’know,” she started, leaning against the bar and ignoring a customer. “There is a security camera in that room. I could just go and find the tape.”
Ethan snorted. “If that’s supposed to make me tell you all the details, rather than risk you seeing me compromised, it won’t work.”
She cocked her head to one side. “Oh, and why’s that?”
“Firstly, I have no problem with such things. I’d pull my cock out right now and slap it on the bar if I had to.”
“Please do,” someone from a small crowd nearby called.
“Secondly,” he said, this time a little quieter. “I disconnected that camera months ago.”
“Pity.” Avani rolled her eyes. “Though the mental image was nice. Pity you don’t do girls.”
Ethan laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure I’d rock your world.”
“It’s been so long since I had a good fuck, it wouldn’t take much.”
The customer she was serving suddenly perked up. “H-hey, well, I can certainly man...manny...manage that, cutie-pie.”
Avani looked down her nose at the man. “Honey, you’re so drunk I doubt you could even undo my zipper.”
“I’ll give it a try!”
She laughed and patted the man on the head. “Tell you what. If you can tell me what eight multiplied by nine is right now, I’ll fuck your brains out on this counter.”
The man’s eyes widened, then squinted, as, Ethan could only assume, the man forced his brain into action. After a long minute, punctuated only by the laughs of surrounding customers, the man bowed his head with a sigh.
“How about a cal...culator?”
“No, thanks.” Avani turned and headed down the bar. “I find a vibrator works much better.”
Ethan laughed and started after his second-in-command, only to stop as he caught sight of someone he recognised coming through the door. He glanced at the clock behind him and tried not to groan aloud. Time to set up the meeting.
Chapter Seven
Conor kicked the front door shut and whistled for Tommy, then trudged up the stairs to the bathroom. The pooch nearly knocked him down on the way up, but he was too distracted to chastise him.
“Well.” He dropped onto the toilet seat and fiddled with his shoe laces. “If I’d had any doubts about being gay before, they’re out the window.”
Tommy had no particular opinion on the matter. Instead he sat in the doorway, head cocked, nose on overdrive.
“What is it, fella?”
Tommy padded a little close, still sniffing the air, then stopped a couple of feet from Conor and let out a short growl. Conor frowned and leant forward, which only increased the dog’s growl.
“Tommy, what’s up?”
The dog retreated as Conor approached, so he stopped so as not to upset him and carried on undressing. Maybe he heard something and got spooked. Given that Tommy had never so much as play bit him, he wasn’t concerned about an attack. Still, he didn’t like to see his boy agitated.
“I’ll play with you after my shower, okay?”
He tossed his clothes into the hamper and climbed into the shower. Before he pulled the curtain over, he noticed that Tommy’s attention was now on the hamper. Conor smiled and closed the curtain. Must have picked up a smell he didn’t like from somewhere. Stray dog, probably.
As the hot water ran down his back, warming his chilled skin, he closed his eyes and thought back to earlier. Ethan’s strong hands on his body, his warm breath on Conor’s neck, that huge cock, only inches from Conor’s lips.
“Wish we hadn’t been interrupted.”
Hope he calls.
“Yeesh.” He chuckled. “One orgasm and I become the clingy type? Good thing it ended there after all.”
The shower lasted for a full twenty minutes before the water turned arctic. He stayed under the spray for a few minutes more to cool off his urges, then stepped out onto the even colder bathroom floor.
Tommy was still sat by the hamper, but his tail had resumed its feverish pace, and he chuffed a hello as he noticed his master.
“Feeling better, then?”
A tilt of the head, followed by another chuff, told Conor absolutely nothing, but he took it to mean either “yes” or “what the hell are you talking about?”
Conor left the clothes in the hamper and made a note to wash them before moss began to gather, and headed to the bedroom to change. The answering machine light was blinking, telling him he had a message. His stomach lurched at the possibility of Ethan calling to say he had a free evening after all, and hit rewind.
“Conor?” A high, slightly nasal voice came through the tinny speaker. “Are you there?”
Michelle. He groaned as he pulled a change of clothes from the dresser. Why couldn’t she leave him the hell alone? Yes, it was a shitty thing to do, and yes, he regretted having to break up with her in such way. But what else could he do? He couldn’t live a lie. No way. It took long enough to finally admit to himself that he was gay, and he wasn’t going back on it for anyone.
“I know you’re there,” the message continued. “You’re always there. You and that fucking dog.”
“Hear that, Tommy,” he called to the bathroom. “Mommy says hi.”
Tommy had never liked her, either. She had no time for animals. Now that he thought about it, that should have clued him in to the kind of person she’d turn out to be.
“That was a pretty fucked up thing you did, Conor,” she said. “Kicking me to the curb like that. Just because you want to try something new. What about me? Did you even fucking think about me?”
Conor dropped to the bed and dumped his selected clothes to the side. She always did this. Every message was the same. She’d complain about the breakup, then step up to light abuse, then after a few minutes, go for the full-on shouting assault on his masculinity or sexual prowess.
Enough was enough. He wasn’t going to sit there and listen to the damn thing like he did every night. He was moving on, and w
hile he couldn’t face talking to her yet, Conor could certainly muster the balls to hit “delete.”
He nearly had a heart attack when the phone started to ring a second later. The number displayed wasn’t Michelle’s though, so he picked up.
“Hello?”
“Conor? It’s Rob, from Linderman’s!”
Conor grinned. He hadn’t spoke to his ex-workmate in over a year, thanks to his excursion to India.
“Rob! How the hell are you?” He dropped back onto the bed and Tommy joined him. “Tommy says hi.”
“In his own drooling way, I’m sure. Listen, I just got back into town a couple of days ago, and wanted to catch up. Couldn’t get hold of you, so I called your work earlier, but they said you were off with stress, so I called Michelle. That wasn’t a great call.”
Conor winced. “Yeah, I went through a rough patch, but I’m good now. We can talk about it when we meet. When’s good for you?”
They haggled on time and places to eat, and finally decided on tomorrow morning at Conor’s place, so Rob could fuss the dog. After that they traded a few quips and pleasantries, and Conor hung up, feeling a damn sight better than he had five minutes ago. Felt better until he remembered that Rob didn’t know he’d come out, anyway.
* * * *
Ethan sat at the head of the long table and watched as his pack came in through the door opposite. Their entry was in order of position in the pack. While Ethan didn’t follow the traditional roles, there were still five distinct levels in his pack, including himself. First in was Avani, his second. A swing in her confident stride and her typical grin on her lips, she dropped into the seat to his right and swung her legs onto the table. Made the right choice with her.
Next in was a group of two men and one woman, all the level below Avani. All were older and wiser than the rest, and Ethan trusted their opinions on most matters above anyone else’s. They were his advisors, his friends, and occasionally his sparring partners, when Avani was otherwise engaged. One of the males, a stout man named Christophe, sat beside Avani, and the other two, a short man named Steven, and an ancient woman named Mae, sat to Ethan’s left. He nodded to each, including his second. If Craig did try anything, he knew he could trust the four to be on his side.
