by BA Tortuga
“No, I’m good. I can stay a good while.”
“Good.” He cuddled in, purring as Gus’s arms wrapped around him.
“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” Gus sounded amused, maybe a little surprised. Those hands headed down his spine, toward the small of his back, toward that hot spot. The man was obsessed. It was glorious. Those fingers got closer, and his toes curled, his breath caught in his chest.
“Love that.” Gus chuckled. “Love what that makes you do.”
“Not fair.” Those fingers were right there.
“No? Wait until you get a chance to scratch my ears, man.” Gus’s laughter felt good on his skin.
He brought one hand up, rubbing Gus’s earlobe, teasing it, tugging it.
“Stop it.” The words held no weight, though, and it caused Gus to rub on him. He pinched this time. All was fair, right? “Fuck!” Gus jerked hard. “God.”
“Mmm.” Gus had forgotten to touch. Cool. Sam leaned down and bit.
“You’re evil.” Gus finally remembered, scratching his back hard enough to make him yowl, and he bit down, hips rolling as his back arched.
“Good thing I like evil.” Gus rolled them, pinning him to the bed,
“Good….” Yummy. He rocked up, sliding their bodies together.
“Yes. So good.”
Sam nodded, humming to a song in his head.
“You paying attention, babe?” Gus pressed that spot, massaging.
“Yes….” His eyes crossed, his body shivering.
“Just making sure. Wouldn’t want to lose your attention.”
No. No, that wouldn’t happen. He opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn’t. That touch was huge.
“God, that’s hot.” Gus kissed him, distracting him even more. Oh. Oh.
He was caught between that hand and that mouth. So not fair. It was hard to get to an ear with his whole body shaking like it was. Gus was the big bad wolf, eating him up. His heart was slamming, his body beginning to buck and yowl.
“Sam.” Gus’s growl went all the way to his toes.
“Please.” He needed more. He needed.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Gus rocked against him, covering him, kissing him like crazy. His lips swelled, threatened to split under the pressure of the kisses. “God.” Gus finally got them lined up, got their cocks rubbing together. Sam nodded, teeth sinking into his own bottom lip as they moved.
They rocked harder and harder, both of them gasping, and Gus pulled up, yanking him up on the heavy thighs. That way they could rub and Gus could get to that spot.
“Fuck!” Smart pup. So good.
“Uh-huh. Smell you. Jesus.” Gus’s eyes were rolling, that body bucking for him.
Gus’s teeth grabbed his lip, tugged it, and that little sting was all he needed to shoot his brains out the tip of his cock.
“Fuck!” The smell of Gus’s spunk was sharp, a little bitter. The feel of it was hot and wet.
He was going to smell like Gus for days. The thought wasn’t bad at all.
Gus slumped down against him, kissing his throat. “Gonna kill me, Puss.”
“Only….” He gulped in air. “Only if you ask nicely.”
“Oh, man.” Gus laughed, deep and low and happy sounding.
He traced the man’s collarbone with his nose, chuffing softly.
“So, what’s the plan for food, man?”
“Hmm. There’s twenty-four-hour room service. I want tuna.”
“Mmm. I want steak.” Gus’s stomach growled.
“Two steaks. Two orders of tuna. Four big glasses of milk.” He nodded, purred happily. “Anything else?”
“Mmm. Something chocolate. Something salty for you. Like fries.”
Mmm. Crispy potatoes. He nodded, rolled up off the bed, and grabbed the phone to order, adding coffee with extra cream. Gus stretched out on the bed behind him, the sheets rustling. God, the smell was all hot male. He could feel Gus’s eyes on him, and his body started moving, swaying to the music of his mind. Gus growled a little, the sound tiptoeing up Sam’s spine. It was like percussion.
He approved. After the order was made, he turned on the iPod, bass filling the room.
“You gonna dance for me, Puss?”
He danced, always. It was what he was. “You like to dance?”
“I’m kind of bad at it.” Gus grinned. “I like to watch, though.”
He nodded and turned to a playlist from his newest show—something sensual and feral and filled with bass. Then he started to dance. His body knew exactly what to do, how to connect with the music. Having Gus there was as good as, if not better than, hundreds of people in an audience. He could actually feel Gus watching him. That awareness lasted for a few bars, and then Sam lost himself in the sounds. He danced, the whole room disappearing. Oh, that beat… right there. The cat purred all along his spine, vibrating his entire body.
“No getting fuzzy, Puss. Food’s coming, and you have to sign.”
“I won’t. I don’t, normally, if the moon’s not full.” He only had a few times, and those had been full-on drastic situations.
“No shit?” Gus sat up, elbows on knees. “And if the moon is full?”
“Then I change.” He winked. “I don’t remember it, though, not much. It’s like a dream.”
“Huh.” Gus chewed a thumbnail. “I’m actually pretty much the same either way. More sniffy, maybe.”
He nodded. He’d noticed that with his sibs. Then again, he wasn’t ever encouraged to change.
“You were looking a little like you might go.” Gus snorted. “It was hot.”
Sam chuckled. “I could feel it, crawling on my spine. Crazy.”
“I like your spine.” It was weird, how easy it was for them to get along.
“I like the way you smell.”
“Yeah? I don’t smell all weird?”
“You smell like home.” Jesus. Shut up, Sam. Don’t be any more of an idiot than you have to.
“Oh.” It didn’t seem to bother Gus. The man beamed at him, looking pleased and proud.
The food came, and he grabbed a robe, heading for the door. Gus watched, covering up with a sheet. Sam signed, tipped, brought the table in. Oh, so good. The tuna smelled so good.
“Mmm. Yeah, that’s the ticket.” Gus moved over to look at the steak.
He took his tuna and leapt to the bed with it, purring happily. Tuna, then milk.
“Such a kitty.” Gus was all but drooling on the steak, though, wasn’t he?
“Rowr.” Of course he was. Pup.
“Your whiskers might be twitching.”
He chuffed softly, nibbling the firm, red flesh of the tuna. Yummy.
“You’re going to have fish breath.” Gus bounced when Sam landed on the bed, before handing over a french fry.
He “accidentally” nipped Gus’s fingertips.
Gus hooted. “That almost hurt. Good deal.”
“You know, you’re much more fun than I thought you’d be.”
“You mean when I’m not a self-righteous prig?” Gus licked the salt off a fry. “Yeah, I can be a laugh.”
He snorted. “You were a puppy. I was an easy target.”
“I had to see how bad it was….” Gus trailed off. “Besides, it was totally hot when you kicked me.”
“You deserved that.” And it had felt so fucking good to let Gus have all the years of pent-up frustration.
“Yeah. I know.” Well, that was decent of Gus, really.
He stole another french fry. “How’s Ma doing? Have you seen her?” Sam talked to her three times a week, but it was hard to tell over the phone.
“Mom says she’s good. I haven’t seen her, but you know they’re close.” Gus fed him another fry. Not the one Gus had licked.
“I do. Your brother still hunting my baby sister?”
“He is.”
“Maybe he’ll catch her. They’ll be good together.”
“They would.” Gus tilted his head. “You want your milk?”
“Uh-huh
.” Just the thought made him purr.
“Cool.” Gus rolled off the bed and grabbed his milk for him.
God, it smelled amazing. He took the glass, dipped one finger in, and cleaned it off while Gus watched him, standing right there, naked as a jaybird. He leaned over, trickled the cream on Gus’s belly, then licked it off.
“Mmm.” Muscles jumped for him, Gus’s cock rising.
“Mmm-hmm.” He did it again, purring over Gus’s skin as goose pimples rose.
“Fuck.” Gus bucked a little, breathing hard.
“Maybe. I like that.” He dribbled and lapped, vibrating with the pleasure.
“Yeah?” Gus whined a little, a sound of pure need.
“Yes.” He nuzzled one nipple, sucked a bit. Yummy.
“Feels so good.” Gus knelt back on the bed, staying upright so he could reach.
A couple of drips of cream fell on Gus’s cock, and Sam swooped down, sucked it off.
“Oh.” Time stopped a little, and he would swear his ears popped.
“Yum.” He sat up, licked his lips.
“Hell, yes. More.” Gus grabbed him and kissed him hard, then bent him back, fucking his lips. It felt so good and tasted better than tuna. Sam moaned happily, opening up and letting Gus play alpha. Gus moved, pressing him down. One of Gus’s fingers pushed beneath him, teasing his hole.
“Hot. God, you’re hot.” That finger pressed, circled. He yowled softly, his body rippling. Gus didn’t know how hot he could get. “Pretty too. The way you move. I’ll dream about it.”
“That’s good, yeah?” He leaned up, bit Gus’s chin.
“Fuck, yes. I just….” One finger slid inside him, pushing gently.
“Mmm.” He purred, from bone-deep, inside out.
“Want you.” He could feel Gus’s heat, right there, ready for him.
“I’m right here.” He licked again, nuzzled and nibbled Gus’s jaw. “Right fucking here.”
“Good. Oh God.” Gus pushed him back, mouth slipping down over his prick, surprising the living shit out of him. He arched, cock sinking in deep. “Fuck!”
“Mmm.” That noise echoed right down to his balls.
Gus’s fingers kept prepping him, stretching him. The man was a wolfy machine, really working him over. That mouth. Oh fuck, it felt good.
“More.” He twisted, touched, ground his body down on those fingers.
“I got more for you, babe.” Gus gave him another finger, a hint of teeth.
“Uhn.” Yes. Yes. He grunted, nodded. Moaned. Gus worked him until he wanted to scream, wanted to just scratch and yowl and hump. Then Gus was on him, pushing inside him.
His entire fucking world hiccupped for a second, stopped as he let himself feel.
“Oh.” Panting, Gus stopped when those lean hips met Sam’s ass.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and he nodded, moaned. Yes.
Gus began to move, starting to rock into him. He could feel it all along his spine. He felt every fucking inch, every motion, every pulse of that fat cock. Gus was wild now, slamming into him. The man never stopped looking at him, into him. Fuck. Fuck, yes. Sam growled, happy to the bone.
Gus bent to kiss him, taking his mouth as surely as the man took his body. It felt like he was going to split apart, like his body was on the verge of explosion. It was like the moon was here, like he could change. The feeling had him soaring, his mouth open on a wild cry.
His entire body rippled, jerking on Gus’s cock as he shot all he had.
“Fuck!” That had to be Gus’s favorite word, because it came out three or four more times when Gus came inside him.
He leaned up, licking and tasting and purring hard, the cat so close to the surface. Gus stroked his back, finding every bump along his spine. His eyes crossed, toes clenching and releasing, over and over.
“Beautiful kitty.”
He nuzzled Gus, licked lazily, purring full-body.
“Were we eating?” Gus sounded sleepy more than hungry.
“Mmm-hmm. It’ll keep.” He curled around Gus, warm and melted and all kitty.
“It will. Sleep.” Gus held him, arms strong and good, making sure he wouldn’t slip right off the bed in a puddle.
His purr was his only answer.
11
Gus liked Sam a little. Maybe a lot. It was damned surprising. They’d finally decided to leave the hotel room, both of them needing to stretch their legs, and man, they’d been goofy. Tourists. Disneyland was fascinating to a shifter. All those smells. It was kind of like catnip to Sam. The guy was a little high, and it was hilarious. To Gus, anyway.
He watched Sam climb things, explore, look at everything. Touch everything.
“Don’t you live in the city, man?”
“I do. Not this one.” Sam’s green eyes were alight, pleasure and curiosity bright in them.
“Uh-huh.” Gus had to admit it was a little overwhelming to him. Sam just seemed to get more and more energized. It was dizzying, really. Made him want to snap, bite. Maybe hump a little. Hell, it made him want to hump a lot. Bang-bang.
At some point, Sam was chasing a flock of birds, at least with his eyes, body vibrating next to him. Gus wanted to bark and run and scare the birds into full flight, just to see what Sam would do. Instead, he let one hand slide down Sam’s spine, scratching a long line, watching Sam shiver and growl. That was so fucking cool. That whole hot spot thing just made Gus want to go back to the hotel and do things no one was allowed to do in an amusement park.
There was nothing quite like this sexy, limber, eager man.
Gus hated to admit it, but he might be smitten. A whole lot of smitten. It wasn’t natural, damn it. Not at all.
“Huh?” Sam’s elbow knocked him out of his thoughts, jamming into his ribs.
“You want to eat? Ride? Go?”
“I’m easy, man.” He could go, take Sam back to the hotel. Or he could just hang out.
“Then come on. Space Mountain.”
“Oh.” Space Mountain rocked, and they were there early enough in the day—and the season—that the line wasn’t awful.
“Uh-huh. Like being high, but legal.”
“Yeah.” Not that he was overly concerned with legal. He wasn’t a city mouse like Sam. He tended to go where the rocks were.
They headed to the line, Sam bouncing and purring all the way. Gus grinned, hiding it by tipping his head down. He couldn’t wait to grope the man on their ride. Every so often someone would look at Sam, at the long-limbed looseness of his Puss, and Gus had to resist the urge to growl. His kitty. His, damn it.
They stood in line, and if Sam had been changed, those whiskers would have been twitching. It was bizarre to Gus that Sam didn’t just change at will more often. The man obviously liked being a kitty.
“You smell good.” The words were rumbled softly.
“Huh?” He glanced over to find Sam looking at him like he was a leg of zebra or something. Yum. The desire was right there, out in the open. Rowl.
They were halfway through the line, so Gus figured he could wait until after Space Mountain. Then he was taking Sam somewhere and tearing that ass up. He could see the barest bite mark on the nape of Sam’s neck from last night.
His cock went woo-hoo, all up against his zipper. Ow.
They managed to get on the ride without humping or biting or clawing anything. Gus found that a sign of success. They settled in the same car on the ride, scoring the front row. Sam was vibrating, purring loudly.
“You been on Space Mountain before?” Gus never had. He’d been on some amazing roller coaster rides, but never a Disney one until today.
“In Florida, yeah. I was in college, spring break.”
“Cool. I tended to go on trips to Turkey and shit.”
“I’ve never been there. Turkey. I….” The ride started to move.
The thing accelerated pretty quick, and soon it looked like they were in space. It was a little nauseating, but Sam just kept making this ooooo noise. Up and down,
they zoomed around, Sam’s hand sneaking over to cup his balls.
“Shit!” He yelped, his body pressing up against the bar.
“Sorry!” Sam pulled away, eyes visible in the darkness.
“No, you’re not. Just don’t make me jump out or anything, huh?”
“You can’t jump out. You’re not that flexible.”
“You are.” He groped a little too.
“I am.” Sam wasn’t worried at all, the man spread like butter. Gus figured he didn’t have the element of surprise. Maybe Sam wasn’t a little seasick. Did cats even get seasick? Carsick? Whatever. Wolves sure did. Man, every family trip they’d made, Pete had barfed all over. Whoa. No barfing.
“You okay?” Sam grabbed his hand.
“Uh-huh.” He was, really, as long as he didn’t think about it. He held on, though.
“Watch my eyes.”
“You’ll miss the ride.” They’d waited in line….
“Watch my eyes, Pup. I’ll be your spotter.” Those bright eyes were like lasers, holding his attention, giving him something to focus on.
“’Kay.” He could do that. He held Sam’s hand and watched those glow-in-the-dark eyes, ignoring the stream of blurred stars around them.
“There. That’s better.”
If it hadn’t been so much better, he’d have popped Sam for that smug tone.
“Fucker.” He grinned a little, then grinned harder because Sam squeezed his hands.
“Almost done. Keep watching.”
“I am.” Sam was stunning. Just fucking mesmerizing.
One of Sam’s hands cupped his cheek, just as all the lights went out, and all he saw were green eyes. Gus stared into them until the ride ended, sliding to a stop on the platform.
“Let’s go.” Sam slipped out, moving like liquid sex.
Gus took a few moments to right himself before following, stalking that fine ass. That had been… damn near as intense as sex. Gus shook his head. You just never knew about kitties.
Sam was waiting for him, perched on a railing.
“You want to do anything else here at the park, Puss?”
One eyebrow rose. “Pardon me, Pup?”
“Any other rides? Shows?” He wanted to go back to the hotel. Now.
“No. I want to ride something infinitely hotter.”
