by JC Holly
Hudson laughed and dropped to his knees, then began to poke and prod at various parts of Micky’s legs, hips, and lower back. No pain came from any of the actions, and Hudson eventually conceded that he had fully healed.
Along with the return to verticality, Micky had noticed over the last few days that all his senses had slowly sharpened. It was so gradual that he hadn’t noticed at first, instead thinking that people were being unnecessarily loud, or that his nurses were wearing far too much perfume. When he’d pointed it out to Hudson, the man had clued him in.
At that moment, the smell of Hudson was intoxicating. He’d been gardening out back and smelled of earth, cut grass, and a hint of sweat. On top of that, Micky got the feeling that Hudson was aroused. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but instead of trying to work it into a conversation, he cut right to the chase.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
Hudson’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“I’m getting this feeling. Like you’re horny.”
The man blushed lightly and glanced away for a moment. “Uh, yeah. That’s a shifter thing. The more powerful of our kind can sense base emotions. Happy, angry, depressed, horny…” He shrugged. “Since I’m old, and I turned you, you get a few tricks most new shifters don’t.”
Micky nodded. Normally he’d be fascinated to find out what he could and couldn’t do now that he was a shifter, but at that moment it wasn’t his brain that was doing the thinking.
“I think you’re a little dirty,” he said, rubbing a finger into the dirt on Hudson’s T-shirt. “And so am I, now.”
Hudson moved closer to Micky and leaned into his ear. “That a fact?”
The man’s deep rumble had Micky’s legs shake in anticipation. “Mm hmm. I think we need a shower.”
“Think you’re up to it?”
“Honey, I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.” He smirked. “Get in that shower.”
Despite Micky’s assurances that he was fine, Hudson still insisted on walking behind him up the staircase, just in case. While there were a few minor aches, it was nothing worth even mentioning. Besides, Micky had other things on his mind. And hands on his ass.
“Is that in case I fall?” Micky asked over his shoulder.
“Uh, sure. Yeah.”
He laughed and hurried up the stairs, then stepped into Hudson’s bathroom. The room was a good size, with nice accessories, but all he cared about was the large shower cubicle in the corner.
He felt a little self-conscious as he began to remove his clothes. The last time he’d checked, there were still a few deep bruises on his legs. He needn’t have worried, though. As he glanced down he found nothing but clear, pale skin and a raging hard-on.
Hudson had noticed the latter and paused in his own disrobing to run a hand along the shaft of Micky’s cock.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” Hudson said as he continued to undress. “No idea.”
Micky raised an eyebrow as he watched the man. “Oh, I think I’ve wanted it more.”
“Not possible.”
Hudson dropped his trousers to reveal that he hadn’t bothered with underwear. His cock sprang up, hard and ready, and Micky’s mouth began to water at the sight. Hudson caught his expression and smirked as he stroked himself.
“If you can walk up stairs, you can kneel.”
Micky nodded once and dropped onto his knees without a word. He reached out and placed a hand on Hudson’s cock, only for it to be batted away.
“I didn’t say you could touch,” Hudson chided. “Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth.”
Micky did as he was told, clasping one hand tightly with the other, as if he wasn’t sure if he could control his urges. It was a possibility, too. Since his change, he’d become more impulsive.
Hudson watched Micky with an amused expression. “Good boy.”
He began to slowly stroke his cock again, pulling the foreskin back from the tip, then letting it slide back into place, only inches from Micky’s open mouth. He’d move a little closer, almost close enough for Micky to taste him, before moving away again. Micky was equal parts turned on and infuriated. He wanted to suck Hudson’s cock, to run his tongue along the thick shaft, and then feel it finally slip inside him.
Hudson knew exactly how much he was teasing Micky. He had to. He moved closer again, and this time the tip of his cockhead rubbed against Micky’s lower lip. It took everything Micky had not to lean forward or dart his tongue out. His patience was rewarded a minute later when Hudson moved forward himself, resting the first inch of his cock on Mick’s tongue.
A hint of salty pre-cum had Micky’s own cock twitch in response, but he couldn’t do anything about that, either. Instead he stayed perfectly still and made eye contact with Hudson as the man began to move his cock back and forth along Micky’s tongue.
“Close your mouth now,” Hudson said, groaning softly as Micky did. “That’s it. Now hold still.”
He placed a hand on the back of Micky’s head and pulled him forward onto his cock until Micky could feel him pushing against the back of his throat. He continued to push, though gently, and Micky relaxed his throat, letting the cock slide down. Hudson moaned in response and Micky took a risk by moving his tongue underneath Hudson’s shaft. It was rewarded by a shudder, and his lover’s eyelids flickered.
“Fuck,” Hudson muttered. “Keep doing that.”
Micky held his position for as long as he could before pulling off a little so that he could get some air in, then moved back, again deepthroating Hudson’s cock. It felt huge, but it wasn’t Micky’s first time doing such a thing, and he managed to take almost all of the man’s length.
He knew from experience—both giving and receiving—that this technique tended to hurry things along, and it wasn’t long at all before Hudson was panting.
“That’s enough,” he said, stroking Micky’s cheek.
Micky held on for a few more seconds, just for badness, then relented and slid away once more, leaving Hudson grinning and a little short of breath.
“I think you need that shower now,” he said.
Micky stood slowly and walked to the cubicle with an exaggerated wiggle of his hips. Hudson followed so close behind that Micky could feel the man’s breath on his neck. He shivered and slid open the glass door, then stepped inside. Hudson followed, then pressed against Micky so that his cock pushed against the cleft of his buttocks.
“Keep the water cool,” he murmured, as he moved away for a moment.
Micky set the water running and held his head under the water while he adjusted the temperature. He noted that his tolerance for heat had increased, too, as the settings that had once been too hot were now merely warm.
As he tweaked the settings, he heard the click of a bottle cap, and turned back to find Hudson squirting lube into his hand. He flipped the bottle closed and placed it on a small shampoo shelf, then rubbed the lube into the tip of his cock, then down the shaft. As he moved closer once more, he rubbed some lube into Micky’s ass.
“Ready?” Hudson asked, his voice deep.
Micky nodded, cursing as Hudson’s cockhead pushed against his asshole. “You feel huge,” he said, in a hoarse whisper.
Hudson leaned in close, his lips touching Micky’s earlobe. “And that’s just the tip.”
Before Micky could reply, his words were torn from him as Hudson began to push inside him. Micky whimpered, then forced himself to relax. It took a few moments, but his muscles did as they were told and Hudson began to slip inside.
“Holy hell, you feel good,” Hudson said. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I forgot how it felt.”
Micky could only grit his teeth at the mixture of pleasure and pain as Hudson began to work his way further inside. He was enormous, and Micky didn’t know how he was managing to take him, but he sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.
Slowly Micky began to adjust to Hudson’s girth, and within a short amount of ti
me, the pain dissipated to be replaced with a sensation of fullness that he’d never felt before. Hudson filled him entirely, and every movement sent waves of pleasure through him as the thick shaft hit all the right spots. He tried to speak, but it came out as an incoherent mumble that made Hudson chuckle.
“You like that, then?” he asked, as he pulled out a little way. “I’m only just warming up.”
He slipped back inside Micky, and then began to find his rhythm. Micky worked with him, moving his hips in time and raising one leg to make things easier. Hudson thanked him by gripping Micky’s shaft tightly, stroking it in time with their movements.
Any aches Micky had felt prior to walking into the bathroom were completely forgotten. All he felt now was Hudson and what the man was doing to him. The weeks of waiting and wondering what it would be like were all worth it, that was for damn sure.
Despite all the build-up to the moment, however, the pair kept to a steady pace. Not that Micky was complaining. It just meant that they could go for longer before stopping. He placed his hands against the wet wall of the shower and braced, letting Hudson work his magic.
It soon became clear why Hudson had asked for cool water, and Micky leaned his head back under the spray to cool off. Hudson used the moment to kiss him on the neck and Micky laughed, not caring that the water was now flowing into his open mouth.
“What?” Hudson asked.
“Nothing.” Micky leaned forward once more and ground back onto Hudson’s cock. “Just that when I first saw you behind the bar, I never thought I’d be in this situation.”
Hudson squeezed Micky’s cock tighter and began to work him a little faster, pushing his own cock deep inside Micky’s ass. In response, Micky thumped his hips back in time, extending the strokes.
It had the desired effect, and Hudson picked up his speed, any thoughts of Micky being weak apparently gone as he thumped into Micky’s tight hole hard enough that Micky had to tense his arms to stop himself slapping into the wall.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Hudson growled, and to Micky’s surprise, he growled right back at him. That seemed to spur Hudson further, and he began to slam into Micky harder still. Micky took it with a grunt, relishing the hint of pain that mingled with the pleasure.
“Harder,” he practically growled. “Fuck me! Fill me with that big thick cock till I scream.”
That was the last straw for Hudson. His strokes hit like he was trying to push Micky through the shower wall. His hands moved to Micky’s hips to hold the man still as he pummeled him with his cock. All Micky could do was grit his teeth and hold on as Hudson delivered him to yet another tier of pleasure.
It seemed like it went on forever. Hudson treated him like a cheap sex toy, and Micky loved every second of it. They were both growling and snarling now as the intensity built far beyond anything Micky could have handled a few weeks ago. He began to stroke his cock rapidly, eager to catch up with Hudson so they would come together.
He got his wish, and as Hudson pulled out of Micky and spun the man around, he came hard, his cum spattering on Hudson’s hip and thigh. Hudson jerked his own cock so rapidly that his hand was a blur, and Micky dropped to his knees to accept the load.
It came a moment later in five thick gouts that hit Micky in the face and neck, coating him in Hudson’s cum. He accepted it with a grin, rubbing it into his skin and tasting it on his fingers before standing under the spray of the shower with Hudson.
They washed in happy, panting silence, which Micky broke with a chuckle.
“We need to do that again, and soon.”
Hudson smirked. “That’s another bonus to being a shifter. We recover fast.”
“How fast, exactly?”
The man reached down and stroked Micky’s cock. “Very fast.”
Micky could only grin as Hudson bent down to retrieve the lube bottle.
Chapter Fourteen
Hudson woke early the next morning with a smile on his face that had been there since the previous afternoon. He looked to his side and watched Micky sleep. Neither had bothered with clothes, so Hudson could admire the man entirely.
He couldn’t believe that he’d been so worried about the sex. He’d managed to contain himself almost fully, right up until Micky egged him on, and even after that, the pleasure had only been heightened by the aggression. Part of that was down to having the right partner, though, and it certainly didn’t hurt that that partner was now a shifter.
Micky had seemed to take to his changes with little problem. Hudson had been subtly testing the man’s senses and instincts for the past few days, and Micky had passed with flying colors. If Hudson hadn’t known better, he would have sworn that Micky was at least a few decades older, given how easily he handled his newfound abilities.
Hudson ran a hand across Micky’s buttock. As much as he’d liked to climb on top of the man and wake him the fun way, instead he slapped his ass. Micky woke with a start, then rolled over to regard Hudson.
“What was that for?”
“It’s time,” Hudson replied, simply.
“Oh, well, you should’ve said.” Micky rolled onto his front and put his hands under his head. “I’m ready.”
Hudson laughed and climbed out of the bed. “Not for that. Though if you’re good you might be rewarded.”
Micky rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows. “You’ve lost me, though I like the sound of that reward idea.”
“We’re going for a hike. Up to the cabin, if your legs are up to it. Once we’re there, there are some things I’d like to test you with.”
“That sounds like fun.” Micky jumped out of bed, then danced a short jig. “And as you can see, my legs are fine.”
Hudson only smiled as he walked out of the room. They’d soon find out if that was the case.
* * * *
The morning air assaulted Micky’s newly sharpened senses. He paused by the gate of Hudson’s garden and tried to sort through the overload of information.
“It helps to close your eyes,” Hudson said, adjusting the straps on his backpack.
Micky nodded and did just that, then focused hard. “A small animal was in the garden. I don’t know how I know, but I think it’s an old scent. Like it wasn’t here too recently.”
“Good. You’ll be able to identify the animals once you’ve been around them. As for the age of the scent, that comes with practice. You did well to recognize that it was old, though. Most newbies can’t differentiate for at least a few weeks.”
Micky grinned. “I guess I’m special.”
“You certainly are,” Hudson said as he stepped behind him. “In more ways than this.”
Micky pushed his ass back against Hudson’s crotch and wiggled, making him growl in response.
Despite spending the better part of a month together, most of that time had been spent either in a hospital or resting, so Micky hadn’t yet visited the cabin. He knew a little about it from what Hudson had told him, but the place was mostly a mystery.
Hudson started out at a very leisurely pace, leading Micky along a path that clearly saw very little use. It widened after a few hundred meters, allowing the two men to walk side by side without having to walk through the long grass that had built up on either side.
As they walked, Micky kept himself as alert as he could. He wasn’t expecting anything to jump out, but he wanted to experience as much through his new senses as he could. Everything seemed more in focus now. His sight was sharper, his hearing perfect, and his smell…well, that was still a little too sensitive, but he was getting the hang of it.
Every five minutes or so, he’d ask about a smell or sound, and Hudson would happily pause for a moment to identify it for Micky. The man seemed to be thoroughly enjoying having someone to train, and it made Micky curious.
“When was the last time you did this?” he asked, as they came to a fork in the trail.
“You mean teaching a new shifter?
” Hudson turned right and Micky followed. “Long time ago, now. Why?”
They came to a small river and Micky stopped, looking for a way across that wouldn’t soak his boots. “It’s just that you seem to take pleasure from it.”
Hudson nodded. “When the other person is willing to learn, sure. It makes for interesting conversations. And as they say, if you want to learn something, teach it.”
Micky laughed. “Somehow I doubt you have much left to learn.”
“You’d be surprised.”
With a nod toward the other bank, Hudson leapt across the river like it was no wider than a branch in the path. He turned as he landed, then waved.
“You can make it,” he said.
Micky eyed the gap uncertainly. His legs felt fine, but he’d never been particularly athletic, and the possibility of ending up on his ass surrounded by cold water didn’t appeal.
“Maybe I can throw a rock in the middle.”
Hudson laughed. “You’re a shifter now, Micky. Don’t think about what you could and couldn’t do before. It’ll only hold you back.”
He was right, of course. Micky had seen what his body could do, already. Hell, a few minutes ago he’d been playing with his new senses. He could do this.
“All right,” he said. “Here I come.”
He fixed his attention on the opposite side of the bank, next to Hudson, and ignored what was between them, then blew out a breath and leapt.
As it turned out, he needn’t have worried. In fact he’d pushed so much unneeded energy into the jump that he landed a good few meters further than Hudson did. The surprise took his balance from him and he slipped on the dirt, landing on the ground with a thump. Hudson came running, but slowed once Micky started to laugh.
“I guess I need to get used to my superpowers,” he said.
Hudson grinned and held out a hand to pull Micky up. “That’s why we’re out here.”
Micky let himself be pulled up and then dusted his pants off. “That the only reason?”
Hudson waggled his eyebrows and walked on.
The cabin came into view shortly after, and Micky was glad to see it. Seeing his performance at the river, Hudson had apparently decided that Micky was one hundred percent fine and had increased the pace significantly. Given prior descriptions of the time it took to get to the cabin, Micky was pretty sure Hudson had taken a longer route, too. By the time they entered the small clearing that surrounded the log-built house, Micky was in dire need of a sit down with a cold beer.
