Credo Quia Absurdum

by Sophie Martin

  By now, Tim had gotten rid of his shirt and trousers, staying in his pants only. He tried everything he could think of to make the symptoms go away. He took a nice, relaxing bath then lay down on the bed on his belly and stretched his wings as far as he could. It seemed to help before, but now, not so much. He could feel they were irritated. They felt swollen, even if it was impossible. Still, that was how it felt to Tim.

  A breeze from the open door blew over his skin and he whimpered. It was too much, just too much. He was glad Jimmy wasn’t here to see him like this. His brother could do nothing to help him and would just worry himself sick. Right then, Tim focused as hard as he could on not transmitting his feelings to his twin. He didn’t want Jim to know what was happening to him. It was his burden to carry, his alone. Jim already did all he could to help him. Timiny couldn’t involve his brother any further.

  Tim heard the front door open and he knew it was Joel coming back from the shop. He didn’t react in any way. He couldn’t. He had to concentrate on not curling into a tiny ball and not scratching his skin off.

  “Hey, Tim, I’m making coffee, do you want some…” Joel’s voice came closer, until Tim could hear the sound of his bedroom’s door creaking open. “Tim? What’s wrong, buddy?” There was real concern in Joel’s voice as the man came closer to the bed.

  “Talk to me, buddy. Let me help you,” the human said in a worried voice. Tim made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sniffle.

  “D–Don’t!” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t t–touch me!” He was so sensitive that he could sense Joel’s hand hovering over his shoulder. Timiny’s wings shook a bit. It was as if the damn appendages felt another person in close proximity and decided to entice him to touch them. Tim knew his thoughts were crazy, but he was too far gone to care. This was torture, pure, simple torture. Timiny finally understood now why a war had been brought on the whole people who caused pixies such torment. It was inhumane!

  Joel still hovered over him, but didn’t touch.

  “Talk to me, Tim. Tell me what’s wrong!” Hearing the concern in the man’s voice, Tim relented, and decided to reveal his shameful secret.

  “R–Remember when I, ah…told you how–how p–pixies’ mating dust is a strong drug for–for paranormals?” He knew he was stuttering and speaking through clenched teeth, but he couldn’t do anything about it. It was a huge achievement for him to speak and make sense at all. “There’s uh…the other side of this coin, too. If–if a pixie’s dust is–is taken f–from them for t–too long w–without them m–mating the p–person, they go in–into s–something c–called d–dust ooo–verd–dose.” He was getting worse, he could hear it.

  “Okay, go on. How can I help you?”

  “T–the on–nly way t–t–to ease the s–symp–ptoms is t–t–to m–make my wings p–pro–d–duce dust.”

  “Okay, okay, I can do it! Just tell me how.”

  “N–no, y–you d–don’t understand. W–while humans don’t get d–drugged b–by dust, it wouldn’t be good for you.”

  “Not good for me? As in, dangerous? Why?”

  “N–n–no.” Timiny actually managed to laugh at that, but instantly regretted it as the symptoms got worse and became more painful. “N–not dangerous. Just bad. It–it gets…gets…humans horny. It makes men h–hard and w–women w–w–wet.”

  “Shit, man! You got me scared there for a moment!” Joel exclaimed. “Come on, tell me what to do!”

  “B–b–but aaa–ren’t y–you strrraight?” Tim’s teeth were clattering now. It wasn’t good. He could actually go into shock if he didn’t get help, pronto!

  “Fuck, man, we’re talking your health here! I can suffer some sexual discomfort to help you!”

  “Y–y–you sure?”

  “Damn right, I’m sure. I’ve been to gay clubs with Dom before, had men rubbing on me when we danced. This can’t be worse, right? Now tell me what to do!”

  “Ooo–k–kay. T–t–touch my wings. Stroke them.”

  “Okay, right, I can do that. Wait, I need better access.” Tim heard sheets rustling and felt the bed dip when Joel climbed on the mattress. The man swung one knee over Tim’s legs and settled, kneeling over him. “That’s better. Okay, touch the wings, stroke them. That’s easy. That’s really easy,” he rambled as he reached up and grabbed the top wing. Tim couldn’t help it, he howled. His damn wings were horribly sensitive. “Oh my god, oh my god, are you all right? Did I hurt you?” Joel asked in a panicked voice. He released the wing he touched as soon as Tim jerked. Timiny clenched his teeth and breathed through his nose for a moment, all of his muscles clenched from pain.

  “It’s not your fault. I’m very sensitive right now. It would hurt me either way. Just get back to stroking them. Maybe a little bit more gently this time.” Speaking through clenched teeth at least got rid of stuttering. Thanks, powers-that-be, for little blessings, right?

  “Gently, right, I can do that.” Tim could almost feel nervous energy pouring off of Joel. The man didn’t give up, though. Soon, Timiny felt first tentative touch on the top edge of his wing. Joel used the tip of his finger to stroke it. It seemed to be the right decision. Although it was still uncomfortable, the touch wasn’t painful anymore. “Is that all right?”

  “Mmm.” Tim couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. Joel was getting bolder and took the wing between his fingertips and thumb as he ran his hand along the edge.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?” The human was still nervous and hesitant, but his touch got firmer once he was reassured that Tim wasn’t going to scream from pain again.

  “Nope. Keep going.” Timiny could almost feel his body reacting, as some mysterious receptors in his wings realised that they were being given what they wanted. And here I go again, anthropomorphising a part of my own body, idiot!

  “Okay.” Joel relaxed at that. “Do you mind if I sit on your butt? It’s kinda awkward to just hover over you like that.”

  “Go on, it should be okay.” Tim could now speak without stuttering or trying to force sound through clenched teeth.

  “Great!” Joel lowered himself tentatively and sat on Tim’s backside. At the same time his touch grew bolder, and he was now smoothing his entire palm along Timiny’s top wing. “So…” he started, and Tim had a feeling the man was trying to distract himself from what he was doing. “Tell me more about yourself. I barely know you, and we’re sharing the apartment now, however temporarily it might be.”

  “Mmm,” Tim hummed, feeling a nice buzz starting in his head. Yeah, the hormones are definitely kicking in. “Not much to tell, really. Jim and I were kind of surprise babies for our parents. In more ways than one. We’ve got older siblings, and our parents weren’t looking to have another child. We just happened. Then we proved to be pixies. In more modern-thinking families, like ours, pixies are treated like just a genetic flux, you know? But in some more ‘traditional’ parts of our society, we can still be treated like pariahs. So, even though our parents and family never treated us any different than our other siblings, we still faced prejudice from strangers. Sure, it was a well-hidden prejudice, since our family is pretty influential, but children can sense such things. God, that felt good!” he suddenly exclaimed when Joel ran his fingertip along the lower edge of Tim’s top wing.

  “What, this?” the man asked and did it again.

  “Yeah, that!”

  “Good, what else feels nice?” Joel asked, and Tim’s brain was too fuddled with feel-good hormones to care about the slightly husky tone in the man’s voice.

  “Mmm, my lower wing, where it joins my back. I love it massaged from the bottom.”

  “Like this?” the man asked again, following Tim’s instruction to the letter.

  “God, yesss!” He moaned in pleasure, earlier pains and discomfort totally forgotten.

  “Good. How will I know when it’s enough?” Joel asked after clearing his throat, forcing Tim to focus on something other than his own pleasure. He c
ould sense the unmistakable feel of a hard-on pressing against his butt.

  “Um, you’ll see that when you smooth your palm along the wing, it leaves a shimmery film on your skin.”

  “Oh,” the human panted, “okay.”

  “It needs to cover your entire palm. Once it starts to rise in the air, it’s enough, and we need to stop.” Tim’s throat was getting tight now, not with pain, but with pleasure instead.

  “Okay, right, got it.” Joel said and cleared his throat. He ran his hands over each wing and squirmed on Timiny’s butt. It was clear he was getting harder by the second, and Tim could sympathize with the man’s uneasiness. His own cock was painfully hard, and he could feel his hole starting to self-lubricate. It was becoming hard—no pun intended—to stay still. He had a strong urge to rut against the mattress, but he knew it would make Joel even more uncomfortable. He’s helping you, man. Get it together! Yeah, his inner voice wasn’t helping, especially since the tiny devil on his shoulder had to have his say as well. But the man is hawt! Oh yeah, Joel’s hotness was the first thing Tim noticed after he came out of mortification at their first meeting. Yeah, he is, but he’s also human, and the only person who can help you right now, moron! Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth! His inner monologue finished when he felt the unmistakable wetness dripping down his crack to his balls.

  “Okay, okay, it’s enough!” he exclaimed suddenly, startling the human.

  “Are you sure? I can keep going.”

  “Nope, it’s definitely enough. Thank you so much for your help, but now I need to shower, you know?”

  “Oh, right, okay.” Did the man sound disappointed? Nah, it had to be Tim’s imagination. Joel wriggled a bit, pressing his hard-on against Timiny’s ass for a second, before he lifted himself off of him. “You sure you’re all right now, man?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Yes, I’m sure.” Tim swallowed a moan threatening to escape his throat.

  “Okay, great, but call me if you feel worse, okay?”

  “Yep, I will.” Timiny couldn’t help it if his voice was clipped. He could feel his dick throbbing and his hole pulsing with need to be filled. He had to jack off right this minute.

  “Okay, okay, I’ll leave you to it, then.” Joel sounded strained, and as Tim stole a peek at the man, he could see that his voice wasn’t the only thing straining. Joel’s trousers were tented noticeably as he hurried out of the bedroom.

  Tim groaned and stood up. Immediately, his hand wandered into his pants. He gave his cock a few jerks to satisfy the stupid beast until he was in the bathroom. He took a deep breath and held it. After grabbing his towel, Tim marched out of the bedroom into the bathroom across the hall. As he passed Dominic’s bedroom, he could hear Joel’s muted groans. Tim grinned, despite the awkwardness of the situation. True, mating dust did not force humans into a drug-like trance, but it sure made them horny.

  Tim winced and hurried his steps. He could feel the natural lubrication, which all gay pixies produced, drip down his thigh. He had no idea how their body knew if they were gay or not, but he never heard of a straight pixie producing lubrication. Sure, there weren’t that many pixies to begin with, and the ones that existed did not advertise themselves, but still, he’d met some during his search. None of the males he met were gay and none of them self-lubricated. Timiny frowned at the thought of his research. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. Nope, it was something he preferred to forget.

  Fortunately, right then, he reached the bathroom and went inside. He turned the shower on and let the water warm up before stepping into it. He tilted his head to the warm stream and let the water wash over him. It was relaxing. He then turned around and let the water pound onto his wings. The feeling was heavenly. Timiny reached for some shower gel and lathered the pink shower puff his brother had given him as a joke. He squeezed it a few times to release more foam and started to wash his entire body, paying special attention to his back. Sometimes the dust was a real bitch to remove, and Tim didn’t want to go out looking like he had some weird, shimmery stuff all over his body. He had nothing against guys wearing makeup or using shimmery body lotion, but it simply wasn’t his style.

  Once he felt certain he’d removed all traces of the dust of his body, he used Jim’s shampoo to wash his head. All through his ministrations, Tim’s cock did not deflate the littlest bit. Timiny sighed with relief as he took hold of Jim’s hair conditioner. He was sure his brother would frown on such a waste of a really good conditioner, but Tim couldn’t care less. He squirted a nice-sized dollop on his hand, and grabbed his dick. The damned member was still hot and throbbing. Tim could actually feel his pulse in it.

  He started slow, even strokes, as his other hand wandered to his back and down his crack, to the fluttering hole. He encircled it with one finger then, without hesitation, dipped two inside. He hissed at the wonderful sensation of being filled. He started pumping his fingers in and out to the same rhythm he fucked his fist with. His dick grew impossibly harder and soon he felt his hole clench on his fingers. Tim bit his lower lip and shut his eyes tight, trying to muffle the low wail that tried to escape him as his cock shot long streams of pearly white cum all over the shower stall.

  He breathed quickly through his nose, trying to calm his racing heart. He pulled his fingers out and let go of his dick. Then, with his mouth twisted in disgust, he grabbed the shower puff and washed his lower regions again.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t like jerking off. He was a man, after all, and he had done it regularly ever since he discovered what his dick was for. Nope, the self-deprecation came after his time in captivity. He’d started to despise being what he was. His pixie nature made him a needy bitch who had to jerk off to keep himself sane. It was a vicious circle he was unable to escape. If he didn’t get his wings stimulated, he became a ball of pain and suffering. If he did, however, he was forced to pleasure himself. It wasn’t a simple pleasure anymore. It had turned into something wrong, twisted. It wasn’t the jerking-off part that he hated. No, it was the fact that he had no choice in any of this.

  But the only way to escape it was to mate with someone, and Tim wasn’t quite ready to throw the towel to the ground just yet. He’d have to crawl back to his family with his tail between his legs and agree for them to arrange a mating for him. It would be an utter failure for him. Nobody would understand how devastating it would be, not even Jim, because as close as he and his twin were, Tim still held a secret from Jiminy. He had to, if he wanted his brother to keep his innocence. Cricket was just such a good person. A little bit naïve, but it was what made him who he was. Tim couldn’t tarnish it with the hard truth he learned so long ago. He’d kept the secret for so long, he couldn’t reveal it now…

  Tim’s gloomy thoughts scattered as the water turned cold all of a sudden.

  “Shiiit!” He jumped out of the shower and started laughing like a loon. “Talk about a cold shower!” He shook his head, talking to himself. It was like the universe was trying to tell him something. “Okay, I get it. My pity party is over.” He smiled, turning his eyes heavenward, and exited the bathroom in a much better mood already.

  Chapter Three

  Tim looked pretty wiped out when Joel came into the sitting room. The fey just sat there, staring at the telly sightlessly. Joel knew Tim had spent most of the last two days after their strange encounter in his workshop, trying to catch up on all the projects for his online business. The man was much calmer and more relaxed after Joel helped him with the dust problem, but right now, he seemed really tired. Joel grabbed a beer from the fridge and went back to the sitting room. He plopped himself on the sofa next to Tim and curled one leg under him to sit facing the pixie.

  “So…” he said, taking a long swallow of his drink. Beer, the ambrosia of gods, at least in his humble opinion. “How’s the craft business?”

  “Tiring. Jim promised Jason some basket chairs for his mother’s wedding gift, and believe me, weaving is much more tiring than you’d suspect.”

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�If you say so…” Joel paused and took another long sip, thinking on how to broach the subject that had been on his mind since that morning. “You know, I don’t want to overstep any boundaries…” He paused again. It was harder than he thought. Timiny turned his tired eyes at him and waved his hand in the air weakly.

  “I think we’re past that, don’t you agree? You stroked my wings, after all.” He smiled a small, mischievous grin and Joel had a peek at what the man was like before his ordeal.

  “Yeah, and not as a euphemism.” He chuckled.

  “Right. So you can speak freely. I owe you that much. I’ll at least listen to what you’ve got to say.”

  “Um, okay, right.” Shit, the topic was more uncomfortable than he had first thought.

  “Just spill it. I’m the ‘rip the Band-Aid off’ kind of guy.”

  “Okay. So, I met our neighbour this morning while you were working, and we had a chat. She always liked me and would often tell me about her problems. Here’s one. She agreed to sublet a room to you, but a sudden emergency happened in her family and she’s thinking about moving in with her sister. She’s been thinking about it for a while, but now said sister broke her hip and is in need of help. Mrs. Downey was worried, however, that she’d leave you and your brother high and dry if she let the apartment to someone else, so I told her that I’m looking to rent something for myself.”

  Tim interrupted Joel’s lengthy explanation. “Okay, just tell me where it’s going. My brain is trying to spill through my ears and I can’t really concentrate. Rip the Band-Aid off, remember?”

  “Okay, what I’m trying to ask has to do with your problem.”