“Just let me tell you so we can put it behind us then.”
“Alright.”
“You know that old story about the sons of the Christian god mating with the daughters of men?”
Tiger looked at him for a moment like he had just caught K having an orgy with the band of supras in their secret lair. Then he snorted and guffawed, “That’s a fuckin’ myth!”
“Seriously?” K huffed. “The suprabeings were considered myth before they decided to become fully visible and take over the US.”
This sobered Tiger up. “You’re right. So you’re a child of this human-god matin’?”
K nodded. “That’s the knowledge that came to me as the power returned to my body after I destroyed the hovercrafts.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it?”
“Uh-huh.” Tiger shrugged. “I don’t give a flyin’, screamin’ Fanaqua.”
“So you’re fine with me being Nephilim?”
Tiger bobbed his head and smiled broadly. “Hey, your parents are dead. I ain’t gotta worry about some demonic in-laws or awkward holiday festivities.”
And here I am, worrying about this like an imbecile.
“You fucker.” K fumbled with Tiger’s jacket to get rid of it.
Laughing and helping K out of his own jacket, Tiger asked, “Needy much?”
“Fuck yes.” K pushed Tiger to his knees. “You’d better finish what you started in those supras’ cave.” His pants pooled around his boots almost immediately.
“That’s an order, sir.” And Tiger’s wicked grin made K’s cock throb with anticipation.
An expert tongue circled his cock-head as an even more skillful hand pumped his shaft. K had to rest his hands on Tiger’s broad shoulders because he was losing consciousness and balance with every passing second. “Take your pants off,” he panted. Tiger gave him a quizzical look, his mouth busy with K’s girth.
Better than the most consummate companion, Tiger undid his boots, removed his pants and his underwear without missing a beat of the superb blowjob he was giving K. Nearing a climax he wanted to keep at bay, K pulled Tiger up and guided him toward the bike, using the transporter’s cock as if it was a controller. He punched the commands for TON2 mode on the bike, got the butt-juice from the compartment and made Tiger straddle the seat with his back to K.
“What are you doin’?” Tiger snickered, looking over his shoulder at K with mischievous eyes.
“I’m pretty sure you have done this before.”
“Not on my bike!”
“There’s a first time for everything.” K kissed from shoulder to shoulder as he squeezed a glob of butt-juice into his hand and applied it to Tiger’s wonderfully tight pucker. He was too wound up to take things slowly; he needed to be inside Tiger before he self-combusted.
Tiger hissed appreciatively as K’s fingers lubed the way. “I hate to sound like an inexperienced teenager, but the clock’s tickin’, and this nuke’s ready to explode.”
Two swipes of his cock-head over Tiger’s hole, a growled moan as invitation, and K was to the hilt inside Tiger. The Fuck-yeah came out of both their mouths at the same time, and amid all the blinding lust, K couldn’t help but chuckle.
Soon they found a nice rhythm, two pistons colliding, taking and receiving, invading and yielding, claiming and offering. K’s hand roamed over Tiger’s torso, his teeth leaving marks over hard, golden trapeziuses. Tiger’s hands went the opposite direction, grabbing K’s ass and squeezing and kneading and pulling him to ram his cock into Tiger’s willing hole.
K wondered if the bardagamaður trait also worked while fucking, because Tiger seemed to anticipate his moves and counteract in a way that doubled his pleasure by the way his moans and pants became progressively louder.
“Tiger, I’m about to…”
“Fuck, Bunny. Mark me. Make me yours.”
And those words were flint, trigger, and nuclear bomb passcode. As K’s entire body trembled with his shattering climax, his companion reflexes made his hands seek Tiger’s cock and, with a few pumps, bring another wave of ecstasy as Tiger’s hole squeezed him anew with each spurt, until K was disoriented and satisfied.
A while later, after they had cleaned as best as they could the mess they’d made, K rested on top of Tiger’s body, both over the immobile, heavy-as-a-boulder bike. “Told you I was going to be the one doing the fucking…”
“Yeah, just don’t brag about it.”
K nibbled on one of Tiger’s nipples. “Why do you call me Bunny?”
“I call you Bunny ’cause no one else does. I gave you that name, and by givin’ you a special name, I made you only mine. I did it unconsciously, but maybe my heart knew what you’d be to me even before I realized it. The day you’re able to think about yourself as Bunny, you’ll know this’s true.”
“Okay.” K smiled.
After all, the ring on his finger didn’t look bad, and it wasn’t that hard to imagine himself as Tiger’s Bunny.
THE END
Glossary
Owatatsumi – One of the various names of the Dragon God, the tutelary deity of the sea in Japanese mythology
Fanaqua – Well, to know what this word means you need to check out Broken Phoenix by Edmond Manning
Bardagamaður – Icelandic for “fighter”
Author Bio
Born a Sagittarius in the fabulous year of the Rooster of ’69, at the hour when his cat was about to become a complete dragon, Gabbo de la Parra landed on the Caribbean Coast of the outlandish Republic of Panama to start the adventure of Life.
Love and the Internet brought him to Middle Tennessee to embrace the American Dream and his husbandly romance. Writing has been an important part of his life since a very early age, and it’s a pleasure to share his stories with others thanks to the wonderful opportunities this land provides. He is the author of the Spaniards series, Septima Luna and other titles available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.
Gabbo cherishes Life with a southern gentleman in a townhouse close to a lake, crowded with the spirits of his characters, and their pets: black esoteric kitty, Luna; white emo-twink Maltese, Chance; and street smart Russian Blue, Bella.
His novel Another Dawn on Planet X (love child of his two stories for Love is Always Write) will come to your e-reading devices in Summer 2014, and The Pompeiian Horse in Autumn 2014.
Contact & Media Info
Blog | Twitter
Meridian Page 7
