Credo Quia Absurdum

by Sophie Martin

  “No, let me finish.” He took a deep breath and looked Timiny straight in the eyes. “During our sessions… Well, you know I’m aroused. You can feel it and you know it’s your dust’s doing, but what you don’t know… Well, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I just… It feels natural, you know? Not like I was given some drug, aphrodisiac, whatever. It’s like I was genuinely attracted to you, like my body responded to yours, and it…it doesn’t bother me, okay? I’m not saying I’m going to up and fuck you, just like that. I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing it, at least not yet, but I could help you. I, uh… We could…we could use toys!”

  Okay, it was official. Joel felt like a giant hole would open up right under him and swallow him, he was so embarrassed. He could remember the last time he felt such embarrassment. It was when his parents gave him “the talk.” Nope, this time was even worse than that. He went silent, waiting for Tim’s response. The pixie eyed him, clearly shocked.

  “Are you offering to fuck me with a dildo, Joel? Or am I getting something horribly wrong here?” To say the man looked stunned would be an understatement. Joel wasn’t surprised. Just this morning, he wouldn’t picture himself offering something like that, and yet the thought of never seeing Timmy again was unbearable and brought everything else into perspective. Joel didn’t want to analyse it too closely. He wasn’t sure he would be happy with what he discovered.

  “Um, yeah, that’s basically what I’m offering. I care about you, Timiny Jones. I don’t want to lose you.” Tim searched his face for something, and whatever it was, he had to have found it, as he nodded.

  “Okay, let’s do it, then. I wasn’t going to tell you, but it’s getting bad with the dust. I know I can hold it off longer now, but I think I need help today.”

  “Right now?” Joel’s voice came out more like a squeak and Tim looked at him with his brows lifted. “I mean, yeah, sure, why not? Let’s go and do it.”

  He was babbling, and he knew it. Well, he thought he had a right, seeing as how he was about to have his first real man-on-man sexual experience. Previous times with Tim didn’t count. It had been strictly about helping the pixie, and if Joel got aroused in the process then he could live with it. Now was different, however. He was about to get personally involved. Like, get really close and personal. He could do it, he thought. Maybe. Probably. He didn’t know.

  * * * *

  Tim was nervous as he went to his bedroom, Joel following closely behind him. When he made the decision to go back to fey world, he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined that Joel would offer to do for him what he’d just proposed. Tim knew Joel was getting aroused by the mating dust, but he thought the man felt uncomfortable about it. Now Joel was telling to him that it felt natural? What the heck? He had to be dreaming.

  Tim couldn’t lie to himself. He was attracted to the big human. With his dark looks and body to die for, who wouldn’t be? Joel was a walking wet dream, and every time after the man helped him, the pixie jerked off to the thoughts of the man fucking him. But these fantasies were just that, fantasies, right? Well, apparently not. Joel was ready to go as far as using toys to fuck Tim, all of this to help him. Or was it? What person, even as kindhearted as Joel, would go to such lengths to help someone if they weren’t in the slightest attracted to them?

  Tim didn’t know what to think. His head was spinning and his mouth felt dry from nerves. They had the whole ritual of dust-releasing worked out, but now they were about to change it. Tim was nearly shaking with nerves, but there was a tiny part of him that was giddy with anticipation. That teeny tiny part wanted Joel and was ready to do anything to have the man. Tim wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. It was the same part he was so afraid of revealing to anyone, even his own twin brother. It was something he kept hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of his true self, never letting it have reign over his emotions. It was that dangerous part which, if it ever came to light, could get him and those closest to him killed.

  Tim decided not to think about it. These were thoughts better left alone. Right now, he had to concentrate on Joel and what they were about to do. After all, he wasn’t sure if it would even work. Joel could still decide that it was too difficult for him, too far out there…Still, as he went to bed and turned around, the human was still behind him, his face focused. It was hard to read his thoughts and emotions when he was like that, Tim thought. Usually, Joel was an open book, wearing his heart on his sleeve. Only when he concentrated on a new investigation or some problem to solve did his face turn impenetrable. Tim reached for the top button of his jeans and watched Joel’s gaze follow his hands.

  “Are you sure about it, Joel? You can still change your mind.” Tim thought it only fair to give the man a way out.

  “No, I’m sure. Let’s do it,” he said and licked his lips as he watched Tim unbutton his jeans. Tim pushed the offending material down and was left only in his boxer shorts. Joel’s gaze was intense and Tim could feel his cock’s enthusiastic response to it. It began filling quickly and he turned away from Joel to hide it from him. He climbed on top of the bed and went to lie down on his stomach, like they usually did, exposing his wings. He heard Joel clear his throat.

  “Aren’t you going to remove your pants?” The man’s voice was deep, gravely, and Tim thought he could detect the slightest hint of arousal in it.

  “No, I’ll stay like this for now. I’ll tell you when it’s time to remove them.” He still didn’t fully believe Joel was going to go through with what he suggested.

  “Okay.”

  Tim felt the bed dip when Joel climbed on top of it and settled over him, straddling his hips like he usually did. Tim could hear the man taking a deep breath. Gone was the easiness they’d had all the other times they did it. After the first few awkward encounters, they had worked out a system that let them relax during the whole process. Now there was none of it left. Tim thought it was to be expected. After all, they were changing the rules.

  After releasing all the air from his lungs, along with pent-up tension, Joel started to stroke Tim’s wings. After so many sessions, he knew what worked best, and soon Tim could feel the relief of his dust being produced. Joel massaged the base, where wings met Tim’s shoulder blades, and the pixie was barely stopping himself from squirming. His cock was hard and leaking and he felt an urge to hump the mattress. Did he mention his needs were getting stronger? Yep, he was ready to beg, and he stopped himself by biting his lip, nearly drawing blood.

  “That’s enough, Joel. You can stop now,” he said, his voice muffled, his throat muscles constricted so hard that his breath nearly wheezed.

  “Okay, tell me what to do now,” Joel said, and Tim forced himself to give the man another option to back off.

  “You know you don’t need to do it, Joel.”

  “I know, but I want to. Now stop stalling and tell me what to do.” Joel’s voice rang with decision and Tim gave up.

  “There’s a dildo in my bedside drawer. You need to take it out.”

  “Right.” The man leant to the side without moving from where he straddled Tim, and the position pressed his stiff prick more firmly against Tim’s buttocks. The pixie stifled a whimper trying to escape him and cleared his throat, just as Joel asked, “Got it, now what?”

  “Now you need to remove my pants.”

  “Oh, right, okay.” Joel moved quickly and, instead of straddling Tim, he knelt to one of his sides. He grabbed the boxer briefs and pulled them down as the pixie lifted his hips to make it easier on the man. Soon enough, the piece of clothing, which was Tim’s last barrier against the world, was discarded, and there was nothing to guard him from Joel’s eyes.

  “Are you really sure about it?” Tim asked one last time, and the answer was a firm “yes.”

  “Fine, then I need to warn you. As a male, gay pixie, I’ve got an advantage of self-lubrication. Whenever I get highly aroused, my hole stretches itself and produces lubricant to ease the way for my possible mate. It wouldn’t be enough for an
intercourse without further preparation, but it is okay for our purposes.”

  “So what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that the only thing left for you is to fuck me with that toy you hold in your hand until I come and spill my seed. I should be all right after that.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but Tim wasn’t about to tell the human that he was still horny after two or three orgasms, after each of their sessions. It could be too much for even Joel to bear.

  * * * *

  “Um, okay.” Joel swallowed past the lump in his throat. Was he really about to fuck a man with a dildo? Shit, his nerves were totally frayed. He couldn’t back out, though, not now. Tim had given him numerous chances to withdraw his offer, and now was not the time to do so. Also, his cock was hard enough to pound nails and getting harder at the thought of what he was about to do. The stupid thing didn’t care that he was supposedly straight. It wept at the chance to bury itself in the tight heat of Tim’s body and wouldn’t hear that it wasn’t about to happen.

  Joel moved to kneel between Tim’s slightly parted legs and swallowed hard again. So he was nervous, sue him! Joel looked at the dildo he held in hand then at the pixie’s backside. He shook his head then put the toy away on the mattress. He reached both his hands and spread Tim’s ass cheeks using his thumbs. The sight that greeted him was of a tiny hole clenching and unclenching, glistening with some sort of natural lubricant. Wow! Tim was serious. Male pixies did, indeed, lubricate themselves when about to have an intercourse. Oh fuck, why did Joel find it hot?

  Discarding the thought, Joel held one butt cheek to the side with his one hand as he reached with the thumb of the other to massage the winking hole gently. He then rubbed his fingers and thumb together, feeling how the slickness let them glide effortlessly. For some reason, that feeling made his cock even more excited, and it spurted some pre-cum, causing a wet spot to appear on his uncomfortably tight jeans. Joel frowned then let his thumb play with that glistening hole again, pushing slightly inside. Tim squirmed and moaned.

  “Don’t play with me, Joel,” he forced past his obviously clenched throat. “Just fuck me already!” Joel laughed at the pixie’s impatient tone.

  “Now don’t be hasty, Master Timiny. All in due time,” he joked, purposefully misquoting the famous book. Then he added more seriously, “I need to make sure you’re stretched properly. I can’t just take your word for it. For example”—he pushed his whole thumb past the ring of Tim’s guardian muscle—”are you stretched enough to take my thumb?” Tim moaned in answer, and Jo grinned, withdrawing his thumb and pushing it back in again.

  “I guess that’s a yes.” He chuckled. “But are you stretched enough to take…” He paused and pushed two of his fingers deep inside Timiny’s body, making the pixie gasp and groan loudly. “…two fingers, and that’s a yes as well.” He slowly fucked the man with his two fingers, grinning as the fey tried to hold back his moans. Joel’s cock was throbbing with need, but he ignored it, as he slowly finger-fucked the man before him. He twisted his fingers, searching for something he had only ever heard about. He found it, the pixie’s prostate, and was rewarded with Tim pushing his ass against him, searching for that feeling.

  Joel chuckled again and slapped the little fey. “Settle!” he said and noticed with delight that the little slap made the man moan louder. “Well, that’s interesting,” he said, his earlier nervousness and shyness completely gone. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” He accented his question with another slap and a hard thrust of his fingers.

  “Joel, please?” the man begged, and Joel discovered that he liked it.

  “What is it, little pixie? What do you want, hmmm?”

  “Fuck me, please, fuck me now!”

  “Like this?” He added another finger and thrust them hard, hitting Tim’s sweet spot, making the fey wail and push against his hand. “You want me to fuck you hard, like this? You want to feel my fingers stretching you wide?” he asked, leaning forward to whisper into the man’s ear. As he did so, he undid his button and lowered the zipper. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out and let it poke Tim’s ass-cheek.

  “Fuck, what you do to me, little pixie. I have never been attracted to another man before, and look at me now, all stiff and leaking for you, wanting to fuck that tight little ass of yours so badly,” he said in a low voice into the man’s ear and felt Tim’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’d like that? You like the thought of my big, fat dick fucking your hot, little hole, huh?”

  He fucked the man hard with his three fingers, at the same time jacking his own dick within his fist. “Tell me!” he demanded. “Tell me you want my dick in your ass! Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this!” his voice broke, changing from self-assured to unsure all of a sudden. He kept fucking Tim with his fingers as he whispered softly in the pixie’s ear, “Tell me it’s not wrong for me to want you. Shit, you’re so sexy, spread for me like this, with your wings twitching and sparkling, and your hole winking at me. Tell me it is okay for me to want to fuck you, to take you hard and fast! Tell me!” he said, spanking Tim’s ass once again. The man groaned and answered.

  “God, yes, Joel. Fuck, I want you. I want you to fuck me hard, to thrust your dick so hard inside me that I’ll feel you there for months. Do it, fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

  Joel couldn’t wait any longer. He wasn’t going to think about it. His cock felt like it was about to split in half if he didn’t put it inside Tim, and now. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his dick, spreading the man’s natural lubricant, adding it to his pre-cum and slicking his dick with it. He felt this pressure deep inside him, this need to thrust, to possess the little pixie before him.

  He lowered himself over the man, resting on one elbow. His hand guided his cockhead to Tim’s winking opening, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He felt the head of his dick kiss Tim’s glistening hole, and he managed to say. “I’m about to fuck you, Timmy. If you don’t want this, this is your cue to tell me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once I’m inside you.”

  “Just fuck me, Joel! Quit stalling and fuck me now!” the small fey ordered and Joel chuckled. Soon the chuckle died, however, and he groaned, pushing in. The most exquisite feeling of tight, wet heat surrounded his dick, and Joel nearly came from just that. He froze, breathing through his teeth, trying to stall his orgasm. He wasn’t some adolescent without control. He wasn’t going to blow his load as soon as he entered Tim. No, he thought, as he felt his control come back, he was going to fuck the pixie nice and hard.

  He started to move slowly, thrusting in long, slow movements. He groaned from the heavenly feeling and felt Timiny squirm under him, moaning as the pixie’s wings tickled his nose.

  “Oh, god, that’s good. That’s very good,” Joel babbled as he sped his thrusts.

  “Do you like it, my little pixie? Tell me! Tell me you like it!”

  “Fuck, you better believe it! I love it! Just don’t stop. Fuck me harder! Faster!”

  “As you wish!” Joel laughed and started pounding the man’s ass in earnest, the little moans coming from Tim only encouraging him to go faster and harder. All too soon, he felt his balls draw closer to his body and he breathed a hot breath into Tim’s ear. “I’m close, babe. You might want to get yourself to come soon,” he said then started nibbling on Tim’s earlobe, even as he snapped his hips with almost unnatural speed and strength.

  “Oh god yes, yes, I’m close, too,” the pixie said, jacking his cock furiously. Joel could feel the man’s balls slapping against his, but to his surprise, it didn’t bother him. Quite the opposite, really. It made him even closer to coming, and as soon as he felt the man’s hole clenching around his dick in answer to Tim’s orgasm, Joel’s dick was milked of his own seed. He didn’t remember ever coming so hard in his entire life. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity as Tim’s body held him captive, draining him of the very last of his seed.

  When he was finally spent, he used the last of his strength to flop to the side,
pulling the pixie with him, so that neither of them needed to rest in the wet spot. They lay like that for a long time, Tim’s wings flattened to Joel’s chest and Joel’s arm wrapped around the man’s waist. They were quiet, Joel too tired to even think about what had happened. He only knew one thing, what they did felt right. Tim had to have his doubts as he spoke after clearing his throat.

  “Hey, Joel…”

  “Later, Timmy, okay? We’ll talk later. For now, let’s enjoy the afterglow after the best orgasm of my life, hmm? We can deal with what happened after a nap. How’s that sound?” Tim was silent for a moment before agreeing softly.

  “Okay,” the pixie said and relaxed into Joel’s hold. Joel buried his nose in the little fey’s hair and breathed in his unique scent deeply. Tim smelt of honey and summer flowers. It was a good scent, a happy one, and Joel let himself be pulled into a deep slumber.

  Chapter Nine

  Tim allowed himself to relax. Joel was snoring softly, his softening cock still buried in Tim’s ass, but Timiny couldn’t stop thinking. He wasn’t like that every time he had sex. No, more times than not he fell asleep straight away, but right then, too many questions kept circling his head. The most persistent and most prominent of them was, “What now?” Was Joel going to hate him after what happened? Tim didn’t think he could stand it if that happened. He’d come to care about Joel. They had become really good friends, and Tim couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

  Tim didn’t have that many friends. In human world, it was partially due to their paranormal nature. The only person he had come to trust, before being kidnapped, was Tyler, but Ty was closer with Jim than him. Timiny knew it. Tim didn’t blame the tiger shifter. He was distrustful and reserved, while Jim was warm and friendly. It was clear to him that he wasn’t as easy to befriend as his twin. He had his reasons, and he didn’t begrudge Jim his ability to make friends.