Page 64 of Forget Me Not

“Hmm.” Cal curled against Ray’s chest until Ray put his other arm around him. It wasn’t holding him against a wall, but Cal hummed again, said, “Just keep breathing me in,” and began to stroke his cock, not teasing anymore.

Ray took a breath and let it out with a painful shudder. He tightened his hands, crowded in so no one else could see Callalily’s need for him, even if they could hear it; desperate, fast breaths and the quick slide of his cock against his palm. Fast to make his palm red, skin not wet enough for it not to burn, just a little. Ray would have sucked him first, if that was allowed, tasted him and gotten him off, and left trails of spit for Callalily to use as slick until he smelled of nothing but Ray and come, and would whine at the overstimulation but keep going like how fairies were said to.

Ray had another breath, lips to the tip of one leaf-shaped ear, and then he was gasping in great lungfuls of sweat and apple-sugar,need/love/needon his tongue. Precome and fruity, fizzy soda. Cal biting his lip butRayspilling out anyway. “Ray Ray, please,” until Ray put a hand back on Cal’s waist and held him down, held himstill, and growled for it, close enough to Cal for the sound to shake through his body. Then Cal was coming, messy andpleased/pleased/happyall over his stomach and Ray’s tie and Ray’s hand when Ray reached between them to finish him off.

Ray had thought to be gentle, but Cal moaned for the curl of his fingers, and Ray hid his face to bare his teeth and be mean, milking Cal’s cute fairy cock until Cal’s whines filled the room.

He left his hand on Cal’s cock when Cal finally grabbed his wrist to stop him, and stayed bent over Cal, mouth open to catch the rising, warm scent of sugary spunk. His other hand slipped, and for several moments he held dizzily onto the counter to stay on his feet.

He couldn’t imagine smelling this and then being able to control himself in public. Cal said he did. That Ray tortured himself with it. Ray nosed the flushed, damp patch of skin over Cal’s heart, then caught sight of the wet trail on Cal’s stomach and his hand, still wrapped around Cal’s cock, the head so flushed and wet Ray licked his lips. He moved his thumb, wanting to keep touching because Cal was so beautiful, and Cal whined again but let him.

Ray bent down further, darting out his tongue. Cal’s cock twitched with interest and he carded his fingers through Ray’s hair, then tightened them, pulling.

“Fairies,” he warned Ray breathlessly. “We give weres a run for their money.”

Ray swallowed, licked his lips, swallowed again.Sweet. Not exactly a surprise.

“Do you know how lit up you are right now?” Cal was petting Ray again, pushing Ray’s hair back as if all he wanted was to feel it between his fingers. “I almost don’t mind the colors that are missing.”

There was so much about him that was happy, Ray could have missed the faint wobble in his voice.

He raised his head.

Cal had bitten his lip in his last moments of pleasure, bitten it hard. Ray forgot himself, staring too long at Cal’s mouth, senses still clouded withloveandlustand sugary come.

“I don’t think it would count,” Cal remarked, letting his hand fall to Ray’s shoulder.

“Count?” Ray was drifting down toward him, following scent and the dusky rose of his bottom lip.

“Love’s first kiss. To break the curse.”

Ray stopped, swaying. He looked up.

Cal inched forward. “We’ve kissed before, I mean. But you’re welcome to try, for that reason or any other.”

“You’re getting hard again.” Ray gave him a stroke, then another when Cal sank his teeth into his lip. Ray bent his head to do it for him, stealing a breath when Cal parted his lips in surprise. He pushed forward for the softest, slowest brush of a kiss, tasting the warm sting where Cal had bruised himself. Then he pulled back, or meant to, but Cal made a small sound, objecting and sad, so Ray tried another.

The sting was sweeter now. Ray made the kiss deeper, slipping a hand to the back of Cal’s head before it could bump into the edge of a cabinet. Cal tightened his legs around Ray, drawing him in and keeping him there.

The third kiss, the sting was gone, so Ray gave Cal a new one, biting until Cal gasped and grabbed Ray’s shoulders.

A knock on the door, then the ring of the doorbell, had Ray pushing Cal from the counter and shoving Cal behind him, only distantly aware of Cal’s startled protests and stumbling to get on his feet. Ray snarled to order Cal to be still and quiet, then turned toward the door, his claws out and ready.

Cal’s voice was shaky but his words were clear. “Ray, you need to listen to me. Ray, listen to Callalily before you leap out there. Is it the food delivery? Is it?” He put one hand to the middle of Ray’s back. “Listen.”

“I…” Talking took effort. Ray breathed, in and out, in and out, then angled his head toward the door when the doorbell rang a second time. A motor running out on the street. At least one person on the porch, muttering under their breath, the crinkle of something, paper, probably.

Ray couldn’t smell any food but the doors and windows were all closed.

His jaw ached. He had to speak around his teeth. “It could be. I—” He looked down at his hands, dark with fur, claws sharp, then stepped away from Cal to stand by the table.

Cal eyed him, a hand still raised, then said, “Stay there, okay? I’ll go look through the peephole and probably get our food.”

Ray snarled at him again. “No.” He snatched his hands, the visible claws, behind his back, then closed his eyes. “Look at you.”

“Ah,” Cal answered, some of the tension leaving his voice. Ray imagined Cal only just realizing he was splattered with come. “Yes, I suppose I should clean up first.”

The faucet ran for a moment. Then Cal left the kitchen and Ray opened his eyes again. A wet dishtowel lay half in the sink. Cal was chatting through the door with someone, apologizing for the delay, then opened the door. Ray hoped he’d closed his fly.

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