*yawn*
Saw Angry Birds today, and then came home and slept. I don’t know why I was so tired–but wow. Just, you know, wow.
Anyway, the movie was amusing–I enjoyed it, possibly because I enjoy writing grumpy fuckers like Bracken and Rance and Sonny, and I like the level of sincerity a character like that can show us.
So, that’s not really a segue, but it does get us to Zeb, who isn’t so much grumpy as “trying to be detached and failing”. And to Colton, who’s name I liked so much I named my fictional small town after him, in the book I’m working on now, Geezers in Love.
I may have to rethink that name… hmmm… but in the meantime, enjoy!
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Zeb never forgot what a gift his wolf form was.
He loved smelling his world like a wolf, because even if the smells were bad, they were three dimensional, and his brain did whole other things with smells as a wolf than they did as a human. He loved seeing the world in terms of blue sky and prey.
He loved hunting.
Confidently he led Colton the wolf down a small animal track, nostrils flared, in search of game. Oh yes–there we go. A jackrabbit!
Behind him, Colton whined, probably with hunger, but Zeb growled, keeping him on the leash. Don’t spook dinner, dammit! He threw a glare behind him and gestured with his muzzle to a large patch of rushes at the bole of giant tree. They were running through orchard land, and this tree didn’t fit in with the others. It wasn’t fruit bearing for one, and it was old–a willow perhaps? Birch? Zeb didn’t know dick about trees, but this one was meant for shade over a swimming hole. There were probably rabbits in there.
Sure enough, while Zeb watched, Colton blundered through the brushes, clumsy as a human, and three jackrabbits popped out, running toward Zeb at full speed.
Snap! Snap! Swipe!
Zeb moved with the Goddess’s speed (he’d heard Cory call it hyper speed) and took down all three bunnies, then yipped shortly to Colton.
Who was there in a heartbeat, devouring them, bones, skin, and all.
Zeb waited patiently, nursing his own hunger. He was the grownup here–he’d had his own first transition three years earlier, in controlled circumstances, about three weeks after he’d been bitten and cleansed of his addictions. There had been a ceremony, and a chance to run with all of the other were creatures under the full moon. Afterwards he’d ended up back in his room at Green’s hill, a random pixy boy in his bed.
The run had been glorious and the sex had been sweet–if not repeatable. Unless they had a bonded marriage (a thing so rare Zeb knew of only a few couples who had done it) the fey tended to be promiscuous as a rule.
But, as he’d learned in the following three years, sometimes the moment was as important as the future after it, and that moment had made him happy.
Zeb didn’t have a full moon feast to give Colton, or a sweet little pixy boy to teach him about happy sex, or an Adrian to tell him that his fuckups didn’t matter, he still had so much to offer.
All he had was three rabbits, and the wherewithal to wait for a frozen burrito at the gas station before they were forced to flee again.
Colton finished the final jackrabbit, grunting a bit in what was still hunger, but obviously sated enough to think. Zeb jerked his nose toward the car, and Colton gave a downcast look.
Yeah, it was cool being a werwolf– he probably wanted more time.
Zeb licked his ear gently, understanding, and then gave it a little tug. Colton nodded, and together they trotted back to the car.
For a moment as they drew near, Zeb panicked. He couldn’t remember how he’d figured out how to turn back–one minute, he’d been an animal with his pack, and the next he’d been…oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no–
He was in the middle of a full-blown panic when Green sounded faintly in his head. Fight it or fuck it, Mate–pick your comedown.
Zeb remembered now. He’d become human because there’d been a cute pixy boy, naked and grinning, stroking his pink and blue cock in the middle of the Goddess Grove. Suddenly Zeb had been naked too, and stroking it for him.
Oh.
Zeb picked up speed, hoping to get to the car in time to change, hoping he could give Colton some of what he’d need before the boy got rough. Zeb could take it–like Colton, he healed bullet wounds within minutes. But there was a lingering guilt when you hurt someone during intimacy, even if the Goddess had a hold of you and you were trying to fight it.
He arrived at the car about two hundred yards ahead of Colton and, looking quickly to make sure they were still unmolested on this empty stretch of road, he changed. And closed his eyes and thought of Colton, naked, wanting, his skin aching with need.
It didn’t take him long to get hard–a few moaning strokes of his cock. He heard a rustle from the weeds by the car, and when he opened his eyes, Colton was there, in wolf form, gazing at him masturbating with hunger in his golden wolf’s eyes. Zeb met those eyes and sucked his thumb into his mouth, and then, very deliberately, skated his thumb across the dripping bell of his cock.
That quickly, Colton was a man, naked, crouching before Zeb, and he pulled Zeb’s cock into his mouth like it was the thing that would save his life.
Zeb groaned, sagging back against the car, and let him. Suck, suck, suck, suck… oh, that’s a boy– you know what you need. You need it filling you, your mouth, your throat. You need me, servicing you, slipping my finger behind you, making you scream–
“Aaah!” Zeb screamed, arching and spilling down Colton’s throat. God, that had been quick–and he needed to be just as quick on the return. Colton wouldn’t be able to think–wouldn’t be able to run–unless he got this need met. Damn changeling werewolf biology– it certainly didn’t help two guys on the run.
Colton was still suckling–and Zeb was getting hard again–but that couldn’t happen. Not now. Zeb reached down and grabbed Colton by the hair, pulling him up as he whimpered reluctantly.
“My turn,” Zeb grated, whirling Colton around so he could lean against the car. But first… oh Goddess. This poor kid–forced to change on the run. Forced by drives he barely understood to do this thing, this private thing, with a guy he hardly knew. Zeb pressed their mouths together, urgently, taking him in a carnal kiss of apology, apology for getting him shot, for making him change, for dirty sex on the side of the road. He tasted rabbit blood, salt, even tears, and it didn’t repel him, because they’d been wolves together, and this thing they were doing, even as humans, it was still mostly wolf.
Colton let out a sigh and then a whine, his hard, muscular body thrusting up against Zeb’s without thought. He needed–so bad it probably hurt–and Zeb dropped to his haunches and took what was truly a magnificent cock into his mouth. Thick and uncut, Zeb pulled the foreskin back and played gently with the bell against his palate and tongue. He was rewarded with Colton’s whine and rough fingers in his hair.
“Zeb, it hurts… my skin’s gonna explode!” he moaned. Zeb rewarded his honesty with a strong fisted stroke, and a firmer pressure on the cockhead. “Yesssss…”
And again, and again, and faster and harder, until Colton was holding his head and thrusting his hips, shoving that thing down Zeb’s throat while Zeb gave thanks he didn’t gag. Oh Lord, this kid felt so good in his mouth–his smell and his taste were intoxicating, his thickness filling and good. He shoved his head forward, taking Colton to the back of his throat and it was Colton’s turn to whine, Colton’s turn to scream, while Zeb swallowed hard, swallowed it all, gave thanks for more, and took all that kid had to give.
At last, he was done, and Zeb leaned his head against Colton’s thigh for a minute’s respite.
“Zeb?” Colton asked uncertainly.
Zeb looked up and smiled, taking the kid’s offered hand and standing, then pulling him into a tight, comforting embrace. “Good kid,” he whispered. “Good kid–you did fine. It’s okay. Don’t worry about the sex–it wasn’t wrong. Not your fault. You did good.”
Colton relaxed into him, pliant and needy for a moment as Zeb didn’t think he was that often. “Thank you,” he breathed. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“You did good.”
“Thank you.”
One more moment, holding him. One more moment consoling him for all the things he’d lost and all the frighting things he’d gained. One more moment, their bare skin pressed together in the dusty sun.
And then they had to change and run, because one moment was all they could afford.
