And his hand felt so noticeably different to anyone else’s that Jack already had fireworks exploding in his skull. “Yes... I don’t know where you learned that perfect pressure, but keep going,” he said, moving his finger inside Roux to cover his channel with the balm. He wondered if Roux, who already felt lighter than any human Jack had ever fucked, would be less relaxed without the mating hormones buzzing in his body, but he didn’t want his question to feel intrusive and decided to just watch his lover for any signs of discomfort.
“At the Chat Pleasure Academy in Bonnes of course,” Roux purred into Jack’s ear while one of his hands was worked Jack’s dick and the other massaged his shoulder.
“Oh, my God! Really?”
Roux bumped his forehead against Jack’s temple. “No, stupid. How do you believe such things? I learned it by slutting around in Paris.”
Jack swallowed, not sure if he was jealous or simply annoyed that there was so much Roux still kept hidden from him. “Are you saying you aren’t a perfect beacon of virtue? You actually had sex with other people than me and that loser you told me about?”
“Gotta let me keep a bit of mystery, Jack.”
It was so hard, though. He wanted to know everything about Roux. Kiss every inch of his fur and devour him whole. Be the one and only for Roux, so any past lovers would become a blur.
But if he wanted to achieve that, Roux had to need him as badly as Jack needed his chat, so he massaged the nub inside Roux, watching his face briefly go slack with pleasure. “I’m so greedy for each of your secrets. You might be in for a fight.”
“Oh, I’m up for sparring, Jack. Just not when I want you to fuck me. I like that wide tip on a human cock.”
Jack’s throat choked up from arousal, and he slid the index finger of his other hand into Roux, gently pulling his hole apart with both. “I want you to sit on my cock.”
Roux nodded, biting on his lip, and the teeth sticking out from under it looked so cute Jack could hardly believe that he was even allowed near this lovely, amazing creature. Roux let go of Jack’s cock and pushed him a bit deeper into the water. Seeing him so commanding in his need for cock sent sparks of excitement up Jack’s dick, but few things could measure up to the arousal of seeing Roux lower himself over Jack’s cock with a tiny mewl.
He steadied his prick with one hand and moved the other up and down Roux’s chest, caressing the eight nipples with gentle swipes of his fingers. Water splashed his face and entered his ears as his shoulders slid lower down the back of the tub, but Roux’s face as he speared himself on Jack’s cock remained his sole focus.
Eyes closed, whiskers and lips making little twitches, he was the most beautiful creature that walked the earth, wet fur or not. And this perfect male specimen of a chat had made the choice to ride Jack’s cock, not someone else’s. He was asking for it, complimenting it. His ass felt so gloriously tight when Roux slowly moved up and down, milking Jack until remaining still became an impossibility. Jack kneaded the muscular buttocks with a groan of satisfaction. The warm air smelled of soap and the nearby fireplace, but he couldn’t possibly focus on anything other than the chat in his arms.
Roux was beautiful. Smart. Genuine. Brave.
He was the man Jack had needed in his life all along.
He got breathless when their hips moved faster, splashing water over the edge of the tub whenever they met halfway. Moving his hand all over the soft damp fur, he imagined it rubbing his skin, because it wasn’t ugly in any way. Nothing about Roux was, and he wanted his chat to understand as much.
His balls tightened when they both galloped toward release, and Jack grabbed Roux’s dick again, tugging on it in tune with his own thrusts.
“Oh, Jack! Yes, that,” Roux babbled, squeezing Jack’s shoulders, and the pace at which he moved rapidly sped up. Jack would remember that for the future.
He was finally getting to know Roux from this private side hardly anyone knew, and it was such a revelation he couldn’t wait for them to explore pleasure together. The nubs pulsed in Jack’s hand, and Roux let out desperate meows he must have been holding in before. Roux would be coming soon, and the sounds of his pleasure turned into a hymn in Jack’s honor.
Jack grabbed the back of Roux’s nape and pulled on it until their tongues met. When the rough spikes on Roux’s touched his flesh, Jack came so hard he might have woken the whole inn with his groan. Roux mewled again, fucking Jack’s fist to the point of Jack wondering if he’d have blisters tomorrow.
But then Roux’s pink cock spurted cum all over Jack’s chest and hand.
Time stopped existing when they hugged in the tub, clutching one another as if it was to be their last, not first time. Jack’s thoughts raced beyond his control, but they were all about one person.
His beautiful life partner, Roux, who he…
“Loved.”
“Hn?” Roux muttered, eventually sliding off Jack’s spent cock, yet somehow clinging to Jack’s side as if his slinky body was liquid. The dazed, sleepy eyes were so gorgeous with their pale, short lashes. Jack would soon dry Roux with a towel in front of the fireplace and then, if Roux let him, he’d brush him.
Jack licked his lips and looked at the damp fur gathered in streaks of red and white. He felt nervous, but if he wanted honesty from Roux, he needed to offer it in return. “I’m in love with you.”
Roux closed his eyes and leaned in to give Jack’s lips a lick. “Then I’m the happiest chat on Earth.”
Jack exhaled and relaxed in the water, pulling his hand all the way down Roux’s back and squeezing the base of his tail. “I’ll help you dry. But give me a minute.”
This was it. A perfect moment.
Chapter 8
The nubbed cock was as delicious as it was odd. Jack had never encountered a penis like it, but he eventually gave up on trying to compare Roux’s dick to anyone else’s, and focused on getting well acquainted with it instead.
Salty and hot, it only peeked out of its sheath when Roux was aroused, just as shy as Roux himself, but Jack wouldn’t tell him that, unwilling to make his chat hiss at him. So Jack sucked on the warm prick, groaning in pleasure under the thick furs.
Roux’s thighs stiffened and relaxed as Jack teased each little nub with his tongue, sucked on the pointy tip, and squeezed the furry balls. The sleigh shook when it hit an bump in the snow, but Jack trusted Roux to not let his focus slip too much. The furs enclosed Jack in pleasant heat that smelled of chat arousal, and he was far too enamoured by his new lover to care about consequences.
It wasn’t as if they were doing this in the middle of town. With time to spare before the long train journey back to Moscow, they went on a last sleigh ride through the woods surrounding Krasnoyarsk.
Jack couldn’t hear Roux well through the blanket, but he didn’t need words to know the swelling of Roux’s cock and the little stirs of his hips meant he’d be coming any moment now.
He hollowed his lips around the tasty dick and groaned while teasingly rubbing the furry stomach. Roux wouldn’t admit it, but he loved belly rubs, and Jack was more than ready to exploit that to his advantage.
Hot cum splashed his tongue, and he swallowed it all like the greedy slut he was.
This was the best. He already knew their long train journey would be a major sex fest. He could only hope they wouldn’t end up kicked out for being too rowdy.
“Just in time…” Roux rasped when Jack peeked out from under the blanket. He’d already come before, so he was relaxed, despite arousal still coursing through his veins. “You really are a talented venator,” Roux teased. “They should put this skill on your collectible card.”
Jack closed all the snaps on Roux’s pants, gave the cock one last kiss through the fabric, and finally emerged, shivering when the cold air touched his overheated skin. He pinched Roux’s cheek and only then looked ahead, at the city gates. As far as final rides through the countryside went, this one has been very enjoyable.
“Yes. I tame beasts by givi
ng them amazing orgasms.”
Roux squinted at him. “It would be funny if it wasn’t true.”
Jack scowled and put his arms around Roux. “I did it all to become such a fantastic lover for you.”
Roux laughed and urged the horse toward the train station. “Oh, yeah, I’m sure that was what you had in mind all along.”
“There were no other motivations. Just you and your amazing ass.”
Roux wouldn’t stop chuckling, for once devoid of tension and constant suspicion about Jack’s motives. “You’re awful. Why do I like you so much again?”
Maybe because Jack made him smile so much. Or it really was his pretty impressive pecs. Either way, Jack didn’t mind.
When they arrived at the station, Jack went to pick up their tickets, while Roux handled the sleigh rental.
Jack was walking on clouds by the time he stepped onto the sidewalk and even waited until his lover disappeared from sight before making his way to the ticket office. A yeti sat in the room made for a person much smaller than him, and communicating with him turned out to be surprisingly easy, despite the yeti being incapable of producing human speech and Jack not knowing Russian. Neither of those issues mattered when they both wanted to understand each other.
He was surprised when the creature handed him an additional parcel along with the tickets, but he only looked at it once he sat on a bench in the waiting room.
He tore the paper, wondering what the package might be, but stiffened with dread when he saw a square box containing his favorite childhood chocolates. These were a special edition, with several people of different genders and races depicted holding hands and smiling. Nothing wrong with the illustration itself, but the slogan beneath it chilled Jack to the bone. It read, Make America Human again! 20% of all proceeds for Bradley ‘The Kraken’ Addison’s cause.
Oh no.
Could he possibly share them with Roux if he ripped off the top of the box? He didn’t even know if chats ate chocolate.
He quickly tucked it back into the paper and opened the attached letter, which contained lots of information about Father’s crusade. The whole thing made Jack lose all appetite, but it was the last part of the letter that made him stiffer than standing naked in the snow ever could.
“…
I will be in Paris in February, and I want to grasp the rare opportunity to see you. I’m holding a symposium about our cause to bring these necessary ideas to a broader audience in Europe.
I hope you can be the keynote speaker, son.
All my love,
Father.”
Oh no!
Next time on Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble:
Where will Jack take Roux on vacation?
Will Jack introduce Roux to his Father?
Are there demon alligators living in the suburbs of Paris?
Jack Addison vs. Catnip Dealers
Jack Addison Vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble #8
K.A. Merikan
“Catnip is nothing like tea or coffee. It’s a drug and should remain illegal.”
After finally getting together during their dangerous job in Siberia, Roux and Jack arrive in Paris. On the surface, Jack’s life has finally slotted into place, but the necessity of keeping secrets is choking him on the inside.
His father is in town to lead an anti-creature conference, and since he’s unaware of his son’s interspecies relationship and pro-creature views, he wants Jack to be the keynote speaker. Torn between his love for Roux and his family’s expectations, Jack attempts to play both sides and lie his way out of the conundrum.
But when they meet Roux’s old flame, a big, sexy chat who knows everyone in Paris, keeping a low profile might not be possible anymore.
POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes: pride, love, trust, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations, deception, lies, drugs, keeping secrets, Paris, France, the ex
Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy
Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes
WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes of sex that might be considered taboo.
Previously on Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble:
Jack Addison might come from a line of legendary monster hunters and scientists, but real life has taught him that the world isn’t anything like he’d been told. After encountering the alluring Nessie during the annual hunt, he’s opened up to the idea of dating nonhumans and eventually focuses his interest on fellow hunter, the cat-like Roux Chat-Bonnes.
Following a period of mistrust, Roux warms up to Jack, and they end up spending a night together. In the morning, however, the beautiful chat gives Jack the cold shoulder after discovering a diary of Jack’s sexual conquests. Disillusioned, Jack agrees to be Roux’s friend, and they travel together after accepting a dangerous job in Siberia.
While out in the wilderness, Jack decides to accept the invitation of Adam, a beautiful man who appears out of nowhere. But the palace-like home Adam leads him to is only an illusion, and soon enough Jack finds himself naked in the punishing cold. Only Roux’s timely arrival saves him from freezing to death. Roux finally confesses the depth of his feelings for Jack, who reassures him that this relationship isn’t just another notch on his bedpost.
Two Japanese venators appear and reveal that ‘Adam’ is a kitsune, a shape-shifting monster who they’ve been tracking for a long time. The kitsune attacks Jack and Roux, who don’t have experience dealing with this kind of creature, but the timely arrival of the other venators saves the day.
Content and for the first time certain of one another’s feelings, Roux and Jack are about to board a train back west when Jack receives a parcel. Unaware of his son’s real opinions, Jack’s father invites him to an anti-creature event in Paris. Will Jack be able to hide his head in the sand once more, or will he have to pick a side?
Chapter 1
“Catnip is nothing like tea or coffee. It’s a drug and should remain illegal. Of course chats would like to do nothing but chew on it all day, lazing around, but who’s gonna pay for their keep? Were this our country, it would have been you and me,” Father said, wiping his lips with a napkin.
Jack watched him, busy chewing the tastiest fillet mignon he’d probably had in his life, but also one that he couldn’t enjoy.
The restaurant was fancy as hell, with crystal chandeliers and giant windows mirrored by glass on the other side of the room. Its walls were decorated with plant motifs and gold paint, but he would have rather have had dinner at a shabby Parisian bistro as long as he didn’t have to listen to this nonsense.
But he said nothing and stuffed his face more. He knew for a fact that not all chats used catnip, because Roux had been extremely offended when asked about it.
“Don’t they pay taxes too?” Jack said eventually, frowning over his food when that thought hit him.
Father stilled with the glass of red wine in hand, his forehead wrinkling. He was still quite handsome, and the intensity of his life seemed to have kept him youthful, but in this moment, Jack didn’t feel at all comfortable about them having similar facial features—something one of the waitresses had commented on earlier.
“As they should. But their little autonomous region gets money for nothing, and plenty of them don’t bother to earn enough to pay any tax. Since when are you a defender of hairball-spitters? Living here, you should know by now how useless those creatures are.”
Jack cleared his throat, thinking back to Roux’s tail swiping across his body earlier. This whole conversation made him deeply uncomfortable, as did the fact that Father had come to France for some kind of anti-creature event, but it was to take place outside of Paris. Maybe it would all blow over.
“I just think we should look at both sides of this argument,” he said, feeling cold as he cut off another piece of the meat without looking up from his plate.
Father seemed contemplative. “That is fair, son. You’
ve really grown. There is no way to dismantle their arguments without knowing them first. Back in Florida, I’m fighting for the rights of humans to have their own beaches, separate from the scalies, because the last thing you want when going out for a swim is spotting one of them under you. Gives me the creeps.”
“But what is it that they do?” Other than exist.
“They scare children out of the water. What are you even asking about? After all your years working in Europe, you should very well know what they do. Speaking of which, I’ve reserved a spotlight talk for you at the Versailles Symposium on Creature-Human Relations. I’m always so proud to tell people of your work.”
Jack was about to swallow the chewed food, but suddenly got nauseous and spat it into a napkin. “What? No, I’m not good at speeches.”
His brain was already coursing through stormy waters. So he could just ignore his father’s attitude, but there was no way in hell he’d speak against creatures. Not anymore. Not when his lover and son were not human.
Father waved it off as if what Jack was saying didn’t matter. “Oh, don’t be modest, you’ll do just fine. You always had a way with words. I just need you to talk about your adventures and the variety of monsters you’ve slayed to protect humanity. It will be a good opportunity to advertise the new Addison device too. Your sister’s designed a version an average person could keep at their home so that they’re alerted if an interdimensional crack appears in their area. It’s gonna sell like crazy.”
Of course. Yet another one of Dad’s businesses. Too bad most of them were anti-creature, and promoted ideas Jack’s own views no longer aligned with. While his own stance had become increasingly liberal, Father’s had radicalised. After Jack actually got to know nonhumans, he found it impossible to see them as anything but people.
When Jack had still lived at home, among other people like himself, and had only seen creatures in sideshows and pictures, he’d believed that was where they belonged. He also used to believe that everyone thought this way.
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