Page 21 of Bloom
“Just get it over with,” he muttered. He'd dealt with worse, and bruised pride wasn't going to kill him.
“Get in here!”
Jaime squinted as he opened the door. Why did Aleric sound like he was ready to cry?
He was still only wearing a shirt, and his hair was messed up with a few strands sticking to his sweaty face. Seeing him like that was odd enough even though Jaime had caught him in a much more compromising position just a few minutes ago.
For some reason, his face was red, except it wasn’t the same as the flushes Jaime had seen on him before or other abundant males. It was deeper, and his pupils were so huge, the blue could barely be seen.
“Uh, why are you hunched over like that?” asked Jaime. He hadn’t put on trousers or tried to cover himself with the blanket. His cock was still hard, and the tip was wet.
Aleric, on his knees with his arms wrapped around himself, let out a strange noise. “Fuck me.”
Jaime blinked. Was this some kind of trick? Should he slowly back out and pretend he hadn’t heard those words? “Er, wh-”
“Fuck me. Now.”
“You said you don’t bottom, and why-”
“I need it.” Aleric’s breathing came in ragged gasps, and his voice was strained.
“Jerk off or whatever. I’m sorry I came in and about your toy.” Jaime nudged a piece of glass away with his boot. “I’m nota thing you can pick up or put down when you feel like it just because you’re horny-”
“It hurts!” Aleric practically screamed at him.
Jaime had been to back out and close the door. The words made him freeze. A normal heat wasn’t supposed to hurt.
“I need it-” Aleric cut off and tightened his arms around himself. “You have no idea what this feels like!”
Shit. Jaime had never seen an abundant male go through heat fever, and he only knew of it because one he’d been with for a while had brought it up. He’d been pretty sure edging would cause heat fever. Somehow, stopping the stimulation just before orgasm would lead to extreme pain and intense desire.
Aleric crawled closer to the edge of the bed while he stared at Jaime like his cock was the only cure. Technically, it was. He was pretty sure oral or a handjob wouldn't fix the problem, and they needed an intense anal orgasm or they’d suffer for…Jaime wasn’t sure how long.
What if it lasted all day? How the fuck was he supposed to leave someone in agony?
“Do you want me to get the physician?” Jaime wasn't sure if any form of medicine would help. “You have one for the cour-”
“No!” Aleric growled. “Either help me or get out.”
Going and leaving him alone didn’t seem like a real option. Jaime avoided the glass as he fully stepped in and hastily shut the door. “Okay, okay. I'll do it. Er, are you sure you can’t fix it by jerking off?”
“Fuck me!” Aleric yelled at him. “I don’t care how you do it as long as your cock is in my ass!”
Technically, Jaime could say no and leave. He was pretty sure the physician couldn’t fix this anyway, so getting him would be useless. If he told anyone, Aleric would be horribly embarrassed.
He didn’t like seeing anyone in pain, but there was something about a man demanding he be fucked that had his cockhardening as he scrambled to undo his bootlaces. He hesitated because Aleric might hate him later for doing this. The fever needed curing, but they weren’t pals or bed buddies.
Then again, he’d hate being left to suffer too, and Jaime undid his belt.
Aleric gripped the blankets as he watched. Even with relief on the horizon, he couldn’t seem to relax, and Jaime wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what he was thinking in his head, fueled by the heat and insane lust.
“I need you in me,” he said as his knuckles whitened either because he couldn’t wait or because of the pain.
Jaime fumbled with his trousers. “I am. I can’t fuck you through my trousers. Why don’t you lie down and try to relax? I’ll be gentle and try to get you off as fast as possible. It won’t hurt anymore, and-”
The second he lowered his drawers, and his partially hard cock was freed, Aleric’s eyes went right to it.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.” He turned around on the bed and lowered his upper body enough for his shirt to slide down and partially reveal the moving tattoos some fairies were born with. The pink and silver markings weren’t nearly as distracting as the sight of Aleric’s dripping hole, stretched a little from the fake phallus. “I want you to fuck me like a slut!”
