Page 21 of Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters
Vikash nodded. “I wanted fire lizards. To sing with me.”
“You play harp and stuff like Menolly?”
“Cello.” Vikash leaned his cheek against the top of Kyle’s head.
“You still play? Still have one?”
“It’s…in storage.” A distant chill colored those words.
Oh, damn. Hitting nerves again. Stupid. Stupid.
“You’re furry,” Vikash murmured as he slid a hand down Kyle’s chest, apparently desperate to change the subject.
“Yeah. You okay with that? And I thought you were shutting up?”
In answer, Vikash leaned down to place a line of kisses along Kyle’s collarbone, proceeding down over his right nipple to nuzzle at the forest of dark red hair in the center of his chest. Kyle thought his heart would stop when Vikash dropped to his knees and rested his head against Kyle’s stomach with a soft sigh. It was too damn sweet.
“A fuzzy Kirby. Who knew?” Vikash nosed at the ginger line of fur leading down into Kyle’s jeans.
Kyle tangled both hands in the thick black hair. “Really? Now you want to piss me off?”
“You’re not. I can feel you laughing.” Vikash kissed his stomach and sat back to undo Kyle’s belt. “You’re all right with this?”
“Whatever you’re offering, I’m good with.” Kyle curled forward for a soft kiss. “I trust you.”
Those three words resonated through his bones. Yes. He did trust his partner, even though it hadn’t even been a month. Vikash was a strange man with an odd sense of humor, but he’d been scrupulously honest.And damn if he’s not pushing all the right buttons here.
Vikash popped the button and gazed up at Kyle as he took the zipper pull in his teeth. Perfect white teeth, of course. The heat in those blue eyes eclipsed all his doubts and Kyle stood frozen, entranced as the zipper descended one tooth at a time.
You’re gorgeous. What can you possibly see in a scarred troll like me?But Vikash didn’t pull away when Kyle’s ugly hands stroked his face. He leaned into the touch and turned his head to kiss Kyle’s palm. The jeans fell to the floor under the weight of keys and belt, and Kyle was abso-fucking-lutely glad that he’d managed to wear a decent pair of boxer briefs that day.
A sweet moan drifted up from Vikash as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled the briefs down to midthigh. He buried his face in the thatch of hair surrounding Kyle’s erection, nuzzling and breathing deep. His hands slid up the backs of Kyle’s thighs to cup his ass, those long fingers just about covering his cheeks as he kneaded the tight muscles. Kyle kept his hold light on Vikash’s head, stroking and urging but not demanding, not yet.
He hissed as Vikash ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, stopping to press against the bundle of nerves just under the head. “That’s so good,” Kyle moaned, struggling to keep still. “Damn. So freaking good.”
He gripped Vikash’s hair to guide his mouth, and that pushed some bells and whistles apparently, since Vikash immediately wrapped his lips around the head of Kyle’s cock, a hard groan vibrating over the skin. Once he started, there was nothing hesitant or reserved about Vikash’s approach. He swallowed Kyle down, sucking hard on each upstroke, tongue lashing at him mercilessly until Kyle thought he’d drown in sensual overload. With one hand gripping Kyle’s hip hard, Vikash slid the other between Kyle’s thighs to alternately pull at his sac and stroke his perineum.
Even though the hand on his hip was tight enough to bruise, Kyle rocked his hips, shoving him deeper. The heat, the obvious passion…and the fact that it had been a few months. Yeah. This wasn’t going to be a marathon, maybe not even a five-k run.
“Kash…I’m…” The rush toward orgasm made it hard to breathe, his voice squeaking in mortifying ways. “I’m coming. Oh God, Kash!”
Vikash pulled off, pumping Kyle hard with his fist, closing his eyes and moaning as Kyle cried out and shot heated geysers all over Vikash’s chest. Vikash turned them before Kyle’s knees gave way and made certain Kyle was safely on the bed before he laid his head in Kyle’s lap with a little sigh.
“That was hot,” Vikash murmured against Kyle’s thigh, squirming as he settled.
“Like barbecue-grill hot?”
“Like solar flare hot. I, um…”
“Did you?” Kyle struggled to sit up and pushed Vikash back. There was an undeniable spreading stain at the front of his jeans. “Well, look at that. You dirty boy. Guess we’d better get you in the shower.”
It took a few minutes to get clothes untangled and to make it to the shower with all the groping and licking going on, but they managed without any disasters. They stayed under the hot spray long enough to both want a second round, jacking each other off while sustaining a lip-lock that threatened to drown them both.
Feeling suddenly shy, Kyle asked as he dried Vikash’s back, “You still want me to sleep on the sofa?”
Vikash shot him a look that was hard to read. Wounded? Shocked? Harder still, since it only lasted an instant. “You’re joking?”
“Just wanna be sure. Some guys like to sleep alone.”
