
Why Did The Chicken?Kate Steele
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Adjinxska Pearue stretched her lithe body and wiggled against the overstuffed, man-sized cushion she lay upon. The feel of satin was decadently rich against fur and skin. She purred with pleasure. With boneless agility, she rose and gracefully crossed her sumptuously appointed cavern. Velvet hangings hid the rough stone walls while thick, cushy carpet and colorful throw rugs padded the floor beneath her slim, bare feet.
She walked to the mirrored alcove that took up one corner of the room and stepped in to admire herself. Being naked made the task an easy one. At first glance, she was human with elegant arms and long, shapely legs. Her torso was a classic hourglass shape. Her breasts round and firm, tipped with impudent pink nipples that begged to be touched. A nipped in waist was emphasized by the full curve of her hips. Her pale, ivory complexion was accented by the shining ebony of her hair.
It was a figure any man would salivate over, perhaps even after he noticed the more unusual details. First there were the eyes. Emerald green with gold pupils that were vertical slits instead of black and round, then the ears, sometimes hidden by her long mane of black hair. Nonetheless they were distinctly pointed at the tips. And then there was the fur.
Like any human, Adjinxska had hair on her head but what covered her pubic mound was most assuredly fur, a sleek, soft pelt. A thin line of that same fur ran down along the full length of the backs of both legs. It also decorated the straight line of her spine and ended in a tail. A tail any cat would glory in.
Said tail was taken in hand and allowed to run through her long, tapered fingers. "Ah, Jinxska, my girl, you are gorgeous," Adjinxska purred, admiring herself with a satisfied smile.
"You are indeed," agreed a deep voice from across the room.
Her smile took on a feral cast. With a thought, fur sprang from her skin until she was clothed, more or less, in what appeared to be soft fur panties and a strapless bra. She turned and stalked toward the man who'd appeared in her chamber. A man spoken of in myth and legend, he was every bit as handsome as he was bold.
Cupid's good looks were unquestionably a gift from his mother, Venus. Silky blond hair, vibrant blue eyes, classic, sculpted features, including a pair of lips so tempting any woman would give her eyeteeth for just one, tiny nibble. His body was definitely that of a god, sheer perfection, the perfect male. Wide shoulders, a tapering torso, slim waist and hips, long legs. Even his lean, high-arched feet were beautiful. Fine golden skin emphasized the pure lines of delineated muscle that rippled with the smallest of moves. He wore a short skirt of Roman design and thick bands of finely etched gold encircled his biceps.
"No need to dress on my account, darling," he rumbled at Adjinxska's approach.
"It's no trouble, dear," she answered with an edge to her voice.
"Are you really angry with me, lovely? Or just upset that you lost our bet?"
Jinxska hissed. "I'm not angry," she insisted, turning her back to him.
Cupid stepped close and slid a soothing hand down the length of her spine. "I'm glad. I wouldn't want such a beautiful cat irritated with me. It's so much nicer to feel the silk of your fur than to feel the bite of your claws."
Closing her eyes, Jinxska let loose the buzzing purrs that built in her chest. She arched against Cupid's chest as he eased her against him. She wiggled at the feel of his hand sliding around her hip. A raspy, pink tongue slipped out to wet her parted lips and his other hand cupped her chin. He brought their lips together and sealed them, his groan of pleasure sending a trickle of fire down Jinxska's spine.
Cupid's hand continued its journey around her hip and down, fingers dipping between her thighs. Once there, he found heat and wet. He pulled back from their kiss. "Such a pretty pussy." His fingers teased and tormented, sliding in rich female cream to caress the swollen bud of her clit. "Please, lovely. Complete the terms of our bet. Venus has decreed that I cannot indulge my own passions until the mortal, Morgan Jacobsen, is settled with a suitable lover."
Cupid reluctantly withdrew his clever fingers. He backed away and drew Adjinxska's gaze to his. Bringing fingers wet with her musky essence to his lips, he slid them into his mouth, sucking them clean. Jinxska's eyes flashed, her golden pupils dilating as before her, Cupid transformed himself into a male that matched her own form.
The Roman skirt disappeared and was replaced by golden fur that skimmed his hips. His cock was held in a golden furred sheath that did nothing to hide the growing length and thickness of his erection as it filled to full, aching hardness. The tart musk of a male in nearly full rut reached her nostrils. Jinxska's warbling yowl echoed through the chamber as she stalked him.
"Not yet, lovely," Cupid teased, backing away.
Another transformation saw him take the oft seen form of innocent cherub with white, fluttering wings. He carried a small, golden bow and a quiver filled with golden arrows.
Jinxska hissed and spit. "Foul! I cry foul. You tease to make me do your bidding!"
"I won our bet fair and square, lovely. You know that."
"I know, but you have no right to tease. Change back."
"Not until the debt is paid."
Adjinxska heaved a sigh. "What is so special about this mortal that he garners the attention of Venus herself?"
"Morgan Jacobsen is one of a favored line. His ancestor performed a great service for my mother and thus was promised that every male descended from him would find true love."
"And why would you leave such an important task to me?"
"Honestly? I did not expect to win our bet. I would have lost this game with pleasure, hoping my loss would bring me to your bed and your bidding. It's why my mother has imposed this restriction on me. If Morgan Jacobsen is not united with the man of his dreams, I fully expect to have a terminal case of blue balls."
A purring laugh met his explanation. "I love a candid answer." Jinxska sobered. "Very well. I will pay my debt." She gave him an arch look. "And then your balls are mine."
"Balls, cock, lips, tongue, everything and all, lovely," Cupid promised. "I'll make you scream with pleasure."
"And I shall return the favor, golden one. But for now, I have a task to perform."
"It shouldn't be too difficult. I've done the initial groundwork. Morgan's mate is a man named Richard. He has just moved into the house next door to Morgan's. Have you thought about how you'll get them together?"
"I'm an imp, Cupid dear, how do you think I'll go about it?"
Cupid frowned a moment before his brows rose. "Now, Jinxska, my sweet..."
Adjinxska laughed. "It will soon be Halloween. The perfect time for tricks and treats." Jinxska's body shifted, growing smaller and more compact. Dark fur rippled and grew over every inch of her skin. "Just puuurrfect." With a poof, she winked out.
Cupid sighed and looked skyward. "You're never going to let me forget this, are you?"
His answer was a decidedly unfriendly rumble of thunder.
Morgan's lips curved in an involuntary smile. There it was again. What was it about the laughter of a child that was so infectious? Morgan shook his head then stilled to listen to a second laugh. Oh, yeah. Now that was a sound that was not only pleasing but arousing as hell. Deep and masculine, it was a smooth, rumbling counterpoint to that high pitched giggle.
On his knees and bent over the plants in his garden, Morgan knew what he'd see if he stepped around the side of the house. His new neighbors. So far he'd seen the little boy who looked about three or four and his dad, who looked utterly gorgeous. The man was a little over six feet tall. He had coal black hair, a nice tan and from what Morgan had seen from his kitchen window as his neighbor unloaded his truck, a tight, muscular body.
They'd moved in about a week ago and there had yet to be the appearance of a lady of the house. Morgan had to wonder at the lack of a womanly presence. Perhaps Mr. Gorgeous was divorced and had custody of his son? Unusual but not unheard of. Whatever the reason for the lack of a female presence, the fact that he had a son just about guaranteed that he was straight. Too bad. With that hair and that face he could have been Elvis' brother or cousin at the very least. Handsome, built like a brick shit house and good with kids. It was the beginnings of a terrific package.
Oh and the uniform. Mr. Gorgeous was a county sheriff and oh-so-sexy-hot in uniform. The first time Morgan had seen him leaving for work all decked out in his crisply ironed khaki pants, matching shirt, badge and gun belt, he'd popped a rod that made his head swim. It was only beating off in the shower that finally relieved the pressure.
A second burst of laughter drew Morgan's glance to the corner of the house. Just in time to see a sinuous black tail give a beckoning twitch before it disappeared. "Darn you, Jinx. How did you get out of the house?"
He continued to berate the wily cat under his breath while standing and brushing the dirt and grass off his bare knees. Morgan had adopted Jinx after finding her curled up on his front porch. One glance from those exotic, green-gold eyes and Morgan had found himself not only coaxing her inside, but feeding her the canned salmon he'd planned to use for his own dinner. He'd never thought of himself as a cat person but something about this one intrigued him.
A surprising amount of intelligence shone from her eyes. He could swear the looks she gave him when he was shedding his clothes or getting dressed were almost lascivious. Having a female of any kind looking at him like that made him nervous. He'd even considered getting dressed in the closet and would have, if the idea wasn't so laughable.
Despite the lustful looks and her prima donna appetite, she was good company. Sure she was no substitute for a warm, male body, but she gave him a feeling of ease and contentment when they sat on the couch watching television. Jinx would snuggle up to him, her front paws gently kneading the muscles in his thigh while her subtle purr vibrated against his skin and soothed something restless deep inside.
Morgan followed in Jinx's footsteps and rounded the house just in time to see her about to scoot under his neighbor's truck. The same truck which was even now being washed. Instinctively knowing that Jinx wouldn't appreciate being sprayed with the water that was about to be applied from the hose his neighbor held, Morgan rushed over, bent and grabbed her up. He straightened just in time to get a face full of water.
With a yowling shriek, Jinx leapt from his arms and sailed over his head, but not before applying a liberal amount of claw to his chest. The sting of the slashes was instant, the thin fabric of his T-shirt no protection from a startled, unhappy cat. There was a moment's stunned silence before Morgan's intake of breath called his neighbors' shocked attention from Jinx back to him.
"Son of a... bunny!" he shouted. Morgan's gaze fell on the wide-eyed little boy watching. He just managed to hold his tongue on the curse that almost popped free.
"Oh, man! Are you all right?" Morgan turned his pained regard to the boy's father. Guilt and sympathy warred with amusement on his expressive face. "I didn't see you there." He dropped the hose and rounded the back end of the truck "You're bleeding. Come on in the house, I've got a first aid kit. I'm really sorry about this."
Still in the throes of shock, Morgan didn't object when the man slid a hand under his elbow and led him to the front door of his house. He turned back to look at his son who was watching a disgruntled Jinx. She had retreated to Morgan's front porch and was soothing herself by grooming her already glistening black fur.
"Mattie, come with Daddy and uh, sorry, I don't know your name."
"Morgan."
"Morgan. We're gonna fix his boo-boos."
"Okay," Matt agreed and followed along. "Daddy, did you see the kitty fwy?"
"Yeah, I did, kiddo. She really flew high, didn't she?"
Matt nodded enthusiastically and stopped as they walked through the living room. "Can I watch Nemo?"
"Sure thing," his dad answered. "Just push the play button."
"I know."
Matt's dad rolled his eyes and smiled at Morgan. "Already an expert with the remote. We may be fighting over it when he gets a little older."
Morgan returned his smile as he was escorted through the living room and into a kitchen that was pristine but for a few dirty dishes in the sink.
"Come on in and have a seat," he offered, indicating a high-backed stool. He held out his hand, "I'm Rich, Rich McMasters and the electronics genius is my son, Matthew."
Morgan took the proffered hand. His eyes widened at the heat generated between their palms. Rich's hand was large, his handshake firm. Morgan looked into his eyes and was mesmerized by the deep, intense blue that met his. "Um, Jacobsen, Morgan Jacobsen. I live next door," he said and flushed at his own stupidity.
Rich grinned. "Yeah, I know. I've seen you a couple of times. I was meaning to introduce myself. Didn't plan on doing it like this," he concluded ruefully. He turned away and crossed the room, bending to retrieve a first aid kit from the bottom drawer near the sink.
Unconsciously Morgan tracked Rich's movements. When he bent over it was a sight that took Morgan's breath away. In addition to a tight, white, sleeveless T-shirt that showed his upper body to perfection, Rich was wearing a pair of athletic shorts. They rode up and tightened across his ass giving Morgan a tantalizing view of firm, rounded cheeks and long, muscular thighs. It was a struggle to put a stop to the groan of appreciation that was threatening to crawl from his throat.
"This really isn't necessary," he managed to say without a squeak, although his throat had gone tight. Morgan stirred restlessly on his seat, subtly adjusting his cock behind the zipper of his cutoffs. "It's probably nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing," Rich commented, returning and eyeing Morgan's chest. He set the first aid kit down on the breakfast bar behind Morgan and opened it.
Morgan looked down to see spots of blood soaking into the fabric of his T-shirt. "It's bleeding. No wonder it stings."
"I told you so," Rich said with a small smile. "Take your shirt off."
Silently Morgan complied, wincing slightly as his shirt brushed against the scratches.
Rich whistled. "Damn. She nailed you good."
Several long and wicked looking scratches decorated Morgan's chest. Beads of blood welled up and in several places began a slow trickle down his skin.
"Hold on, I'm gonna go get a washcloth." Rich was gone and back in just a few seconds with the washcloth, wet, warm and soapy. "This is probably going to sting," he warned before gently washing over the scratches. Morgan hissed and Rich grimaced in sympathy, giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry."
"It's okay."
Their eyes met and for a brief moment there was stillness between them. It was one of those endless moments when the world freezes and your breath catches in your throat, even as your heart takes on a double time beat. The most impossible thing seems achievable. All you have to do is reach for it. Morgan swallowed hard and curled his fingers tighter where they rested against his own thighs.
Rich's appeal was undeniable. Being this close to him was pure temptation. The caring warmth of his touch was both comforting and arousing. His unique scent stirred Morgan's blood and struck a chord somewhere deep inside. Morgan was taken by an almost undeniable need to reach out and touch him. Almost undeniable.
Touching Rich in any way, a man who more than likely was straight, was not a good idea. It was, in fact, an exercise fraught with danger. Morgan had experienced one such bout of madness. He wasn't about to become someone else's fool. Did it really make a difference that the attraction was so deep and immediate? Not when you knew a broken heart was waiting if you acted on it. He blinked, breaking the spell that held them.
Looking away, his cheeks slightly flushed, Rich withdrew the cloth from Morgan's skin. "I'll just rinse this out so I can get the soap off you," he explained, indicating the washcloth.
Morgan turned his gaze from Rich, deciding it might be better to stop looking temptation in the eye. Instead he looked around the kitchen. It was fairly typical with cupboards over the counter space and more cupboards and drawers underneath. The large appliances looked new. Behind a partially opened set of shutter-like doors, he could see a small laundry room. Unlike his, which opened onto the back of his property, Rich's kitchen door opened into the side yard. Windows overlooked both the side and front yards.
Rich returned with the rinsed out washcloth. "Ready?"
Morgan nodded and took a deep breath. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Apparently the soap had caused most of the sting. Rich's touch was gentle as he wiped away the soap and patted the scratches dry with a paper towel.
He laid the washcloth aside on the breakfast bar and took a tube of antibiotic gel out of the open first aid kit. "They've pretty much stopped bleeding. A couple applications of antibiotic gel should keep them from getting infected, although with cat scratches that's hard to avoid. They'll probably start to itch, if they haven't already."
"They have," Morgan confessed.
"Figures," Rich commiserated. "This stuff has a pain reliever in it. It should numb them for a bit."
Applying the gel to his fingertips, Rich lightly smoothed it along first one scratch and then another. A particularly lurid one took a path right over Morgan's nipple. Glancing down, Morgan saw and felt the slow glide of Rich's slick finger against his skin. Unconsciously his body tightened and his breath sped at the approaching touch to that tiny nub of sensitized flesh. Before he could steel himself to it, contact was made. He jumped, a small gasp torn from him as his nipples beaded tight.
"Oh," Rich breathed. "Fuck."
Morgan's gaze flew upward and collided with Rich's. His eyes had gone from dark blue to nearly black. As Morgan watched, Rich's lips parted and his tongue slipped over his bottom lip. "Morgan, I..."
"I don't..." Morgan began but stopped at the sound of a car in the drive.
A split second later, Matthew was calling from the living room "Daddy! Stefwanie's here!"
Morgan and Rich both looked out the window in time to see a smartly dressed woman step out of the car. She pulled a bag from the back seat and started toward the front door. Morgan leaned away from Rich's touch and slid from the stool, grabbing his shirt as he went. "Uh, thanks, I'll get out of your hair."
"Morgan, wait."
Morgan hustled to the kitchen door and stood with his hand on the doorknob. He looked back. "What for?"
Rich gave him a hesitant, almost pleading look. "I, well, oh hell. I may be way off the mark here but I'm going to take a chance and ask. Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?"
"You mean as in like a date?"
"Yeah."
"Look, I appreciate the offer but I'm going to save us both a lot of time and trouble. I don't do married men."
"I'm not married."
"Or men with girlfriends. In other words, straight men. Thanks for the first aid."
Rich opened his mouth but Morgan had had enough. He slipped out and shut the door on Rich's reply.
\*
Stephanie Reed noted the almost stricken look on the face of the bare-chested man who'd hurried out of Rich's kitchen. She watched as he quietly shut the door behind him and retreated to the house next door. The thought crossed her mind that it was a shame to spoil such a nice face with such a look. A cute guy like that should be smiling. Especially if he's just been with Rich.
Stepping up to the front door, she was just about to knock when the man himself, accompanied by little Matthew, opened the door for her.
"Hi, Stefwanie!" Matthew crowed.
Steph gave him a big smile, covering the small twinge of pain that struck whenever she came face to face with the little boy who once had been destined to be her son. "Hi, Mattie-boy! How are you?"
"I'm good."
"That's great 'cause I brought you something."
"Yaaaayy!"
"Here you go." Steph handed Matt the bag she'd brought.
Taking it, Matt started to run into the living room. Rich stopped him. "Hold on a minute, kiddo. What do we say when someone gives us a present?"
"Thank you!" the little boy crowed excitedly.
"You're welcome, sweetie."
"Come on in, Steph." Rich stepped back and closed the door behind her. "What brings you here? Would you like some coffee?"
"I can't stay long but, yeah, I'd like a cup."
Rich led the way into the kitchen and quickly got the coffee brewing while Stephanie took a chair at the kitchen table. "As to what brings me here? It was the present I gave Matt." She looked down at her joined hands where they rested on the table. "I was going through some things Clarissa had stored in the attic. I came across the toy fire truck stuffed in a box with some other things. I don't know when she bought it, but she must have intended to give it to Matt when he got older. So I, um, thought I'd bring it by."
Rich reached across the table and patted her hand. "Thank you. I know this isn't easy for you."
"No. No, it isn't. We both lost so much that day. You lost your best friend and I lost the love of my life." Stephanie blinked, her eyes swimming with tears. "At least you have Mattie. All I have left are memories."
"Steph..."
Stephanie looked up to find her distress mirrored in Rich's eyes. "I'm sorry, Rich. I didn't come here for this. Neither one of us needs to rehash the past."
"It's okay." Rich got up and poured out two cups of coffee. He brought them back to the table along with sugar and milk. "I guess I don't need to waste my time asking if there's anyone new in your life."
His half-hearted inquiry was met with a snort. "Hardly. When Clarissa died I buried myself in my work. That's why I willingly gave you custody of Matt, well, that and the fact that you're his biological father. I knew I wouldn't be a good parent to him. Not by myself. Clarissa was the nurturer. It sounds hokey, but she was going to be the stay at home mother and I was the breadwinner. It's how we'd planned it." She gave Rich a smile. "I know I've said this before but I'm glad you wanted Matt. Lord knows I'm not the motherly type and you've loved him and raised him just the way Clarissa would have wanted."
"Thanks. I've never regretted having him."
Her smile widened at the light blush suffusing Rich's cheeks. "So, who was the cute guy sneaking out the kitchen door when I arrived? Looks like I should be asking if there's anyone new in your life."
Rich's blush deepened. "Oh, um, that's my next door neighbor, Morgan Jacobsen. He had a little accident and I was playing doctor."
"Playing doctor! Well, whoo hoo," Stephanie teased.
"It's not like that."
"Well, what's it like then? I want details."
"You're incorrigible."
"Of course I am. Now spill."
Rich chuckled. Shaking his head, he obliged, filling her in on the details of Morgan's accident. By the time he finished, Stephanie was laughing and he was blushing again. Until he told her what passed between Morgan and him right before Morgan left.
"You've got to set him straight. No pun intended," Stephanie advised with the lift of an imperious brow. "You obviously like him and from what you've told me, he didn't exactly find you repellent. It's about time you had someone in your life."
"Yeah, well, easier said than done, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. You big he-men don't talk about emotional stuff."
Rich scowled. "Well, what do you think I should do? Show up at his door with a bouquet of flowers and declare my undying love?"
His answer was a snort and a chuckle. "No, but maybe you could show up with beer and pizza and bond over a football game or something. Then while you're sitting together on the sofa you could do that manly reach around thing. You know, the arm resting on the back of the sofa that just sort of ends up around the other person's shoulders? Then if he doesn't object you could sort of start nibbling on things like, oh, I don't know, his ear, his neck, his shoulder, his, um," she paused for effect, "cock?"
"Bitch," Rich growled with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
"You love me."
"Yeah, I do."
"See," Stephanie declared as she rose from her chair. "That was an admission of an emotional nature. If you can do it with me you can do it with him." She headed for the door. "Keep me posted. I expect to be invited to the commitment ceremony."
"Anything you say, Steph."
She shot him a grin and walked to where Matt was playing with his fire truck. "Do you like the truck, Mattie?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna be a fiweman!" He held up his arms and Stephanie bent to accept his hug.
"I'm sure you'd make a wonderful fireman. Bye, Mattie. Be a good boy."
"I will. Bye, Stefwanie."
She paused for a moment to watch Matt as he went back to playing with his truck. Taking a deep breath, Stephanie returned to Rich where he stood next to the open front door. "Take care of yourself, buddy. Don't let too much time go by before you take care of that problem," she advised, jerking her head to indicate the house next door.
"I'll do my best," Rich conceded. "You know, I'm not the only one who needs someone in their life. It's been three years, Steph. Maybe you should start thinking about it too."
"Hmm, I'll take it under advisement," she replied, evading the issue. She leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Bye, Rich."
"Be careful."
"I will."
Stephanie slid behind the wheel of her car and breathed a sigh of regret and relief. She backed out of the driveway and waved as she drove away.
\*
Rich watched Steph drive away, melancholy tugging at his heart. He knew she wouldn't be looking for a new lover anytime in the near future. She was still grieving for Clarissa and not ready to let go. As for himself? He gave the house next door a speculative glance while pondering the merits of beer and pizza.
Morgan would certainly be worth taking a risk on and not only because of his looks. Although it didn't hurt that he was cute as hell with that short and shaggy shock of chestnut hair and that trim, lithe body. Rich felt his balls tighten at the thought of how those two little nipples had gone rigid at the touch of his fingertip. He could only imagine how they'd feel under his tongue.
"Oh shit," he breathed, leaning back against the door frame as his blood rushed south.
But it wasn't just Morgan's body that got to him in such a short time. It was the man inside. When Rich looked into those big, hazel eyes there was something there that drew him in. There was an answering heat, but there was also wary hesitancy and vulnerability. There'd been a slight quaver to Morgan's voice when he declared he didn't do straight men. Someone had hurt him and Rich debated the issue of whether or not he wanted to risk either of them hurting again.
Frowning, he sighed, straightened, and shut the front door. This was going to take some thought. In the meantime, Matt needed to be fed and bathed and put to bed. Rich dropped on the sofa near Matt where he was still playing with the fire truck. "Hey, buddy, what would you like for supper?"
"Hot dogs!" Mattie's answer was immediate and not unexpected.
Rich chuckled. "I'll tell you what. You can have a hot dog but you gotta eat some corn and applesauce for me too. Okay?"
Matt got up and climbed into his dad's lap, throwing his arms around Rich's neck. "Okay, Daddy."
Rich rocked back and forth a little, his arms tight around Mattie as he breathed in the fresh scent of his son's hair. It occurred to him that maybe Morgan wouldn't be interested in getting involved with him because of Matt. The last guy he'd gone out with couldn't leave fast enough after Rich had revealed he had a son. He shook his head. Their loss. He and Mattie were a package deal.
"Let's eat. I'm starving," Rich said, kissing the top of Matt's head. He stood up and carried Matt to the kitchen. "How about I sit at the table and you cook?"
Matt giggled as his dad swung him around. "Daddy, I can't cook."
"No? Well, all right. I guess I'll do it, but you have to do the dishes."
"Yaayyy! Bubble water!"
Rich bit his lip. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all.
Four freaking a.m. Morgan took a swipe at the steam on the bathroom mirror before wrapping the towel around his waist. He looked at himself for a moment before sticking his tongue out at his image. There were dark circles under his eyes. Three days after his cat scratch encounter with Rich and he still wasn't sleeping well. He kept dreaming about the man. Dreams that had him waking up with his cock hard as stone. There'd even been the unforgettable one that had him spurting in his sleep like a testosterone driven teenager.
Like any normal guy, he masturbated, but this? Hell, this was like being sixteen again. Back then erections were a dime a dozen and his cock had the controlling vote on how he spent his days. Whenever it wanted, he delivered. It was that or walk around with an embarrassing lump in his jeans. And now, twelve years later, it seemed to have regained the upper hand. In a manner of speaking.
Given the least provocation, his cock was up and demanding attention. Even the sound of Rich's truck when he came home from work gave Morgan a hard-on. And that damn cat. She'd taken to following him around like a shadow. It was like she knew he was going to jack off and she wanted to watch.
He still scowled thinking about that memorable first night after his encounter with Rich. There he'd been, naked on the bed, cock in hand, lost in the fantasy of Rich's mouth wrapped around him expertly sucking him off. Every stroke of his hand had been a pair of passion-plump lips sliding up and down his lube-slicked skin.
At first he'd just panted with growing excitement. Then he'd been moaning, his hips undulating while his balls drew up tighter and tighter. The slow, electric trickle of heat climbing his spine had turned into a wild hot rush that had him shouting out, his back arching off the bed while hard spurts of semen shot over his chest and belly. With the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, he'd vaguely heard what sounded like a harsh yowl.
It was only when he was coming down from the high of orgasm that he'd heard the purring. He turned his head to see Jinx perched on a chair not five feet from the bed. Her green-gold eyes reflected the glow from a streetlight outside his window.
"I hope you found that entertaining," he'd sarcastically husked out.
Jinx winked at him. Unintentional? Coincidence? Maybe, but from that moment on he made sure there was a closed door between him and the cat whenever nature called.
Morgan blinked and pulled himself from the memory which opened the way for a new thought. Coffee. Yawning, he headed downstairs and into the kitchen, automatically going through the motions of starting the coffee maker. A few minutes later the smell of brewing coffee tickled his nostrils. About to sit down, he heard the sound of the paper carrier's car.
If there was one thing Morgan loved it was reading the paper on Sunday morning while sipping a hot cup of coffee. He padded to the living room and looked out the window. It was still mostly dark outside. The sun hadn't begun to make its appearance yet. Debating the merits of running upstairs to dress or just slipping out with his towel on to grab the paper, he boldly opted for the towel. Who was up to see him at this time of day?
Leaving the front door ajar, he crossed the porch and was down the steps to the mailbox and back to the porch in seconds. He made it back to the doorway just in time to see a furry black tail disappear through it as the door swung shut in his face. Morgan froze for a moment before attempting the inevitable. Hand on the doorknob he tried to turn it. It was, of course, locked.
"Son of a bitch! I don't fucking believe this!" he muttered vehemently, keeping his voice low, although he wanted nothing more than to shout.
Morgan stood there for several minutes at a loss as to what to do. He didn't hide a spare key anywhere outside. He'd just never needed one. He never forgot his keys when he went out and he knew without even trying them that all the downstairs doors and windows were locked. They always were when he went to bed. But then... the upstairs windows weren't closed.
"Oh, crap," he cursed softly, knowing exactly what he had to do.
He slipped off the porch and walked around the side of the house to the garage. The grass was cold and wet against his feet and the early morning air made him shiver, sending goose bumps over his exposed skin. Tucking his towel tighter, he went in the garage and flipped on the light. There, right where it had been left the last time it was used, was an extension ladder. He grabbed it up and carried it to the door, shutting the lights out as he went.
Carrying it to the house, he settled it securely against the wall, positioning it under his bedroom window. While he knew the mechanics of setting up an extension ladder, Morgan had never used it himself. He looked up the length of that cold silver expanse of metal to where it rested. The top of the ladder seemed to be an extremely long way away, especially for a person who was afraid of heights.
Fuck me. Am I really gonna do this?
Morgan debated for a moment. It was either that or go to a neighbor's house and call for a locksmith. To be scared or to be humiliated? What a choice. Giving in to the inevitable, Morgan placed his foot on the first rung and started the slow, agonizing climb. He kept his eyes trained straight ahead while carefully feeling for each step.
With every upward move his tension and fear increased until his knuckles were white with the strength of his grip on the ladder. It was getting harder and harder to work his way upward. The further from the ground he got, the heavier his body felt. Morgan could almost swear his feet were encased in cement.
A silent litany kept repeating in his head, accompanied by the pounding of his heart and the harsh, shallow breaths that puffed from his lungs. I can do this. I can do this. Halfway to the top, he was just about to take another shaky step up when two things happened. Rich chose that moment to arrive home from his shift and the knot on Morgan's towel gave way. It floated merrily away, leaving Morgan completely naked in the starkly revealing glow of Rich's headlights.
Morgan closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his hand. "Oh, fuck."
Behind him he heard Rich's truck pull to a stop and the door open and close. A few seconds later Rich's voice, quite obviously filled with amusement, drifted up to him. "Um, Morgan? What are you doing, man?"
"I'm practicing my naked mountain climbing," he answered sarcastically. "What else?"
"Uh-huh. You know that could get you arrested, don't you?"
Morgan heaved a huge sigh. "Rich?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm locked out, okay?"
"Okay. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Dreading what he was going to have to say, Morgan took the plunge. "Yeah. You can help me get the hell off this ladder. I can't move."
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think I'd be standing here, stark naked on this fucking thing if I could climb down?" Morgan's voice was rising with panic.
"All right, calm down, Morgan. Just hold on tight and don't move. I'm coming up."
Feeling the ladder vibrate as Rich started to climb, Morgan took a firmer grip and waited. He jumped at the touch of a hand on his ankle.
"Easy," Rich soothed.
He took his hand away and moved higher until Morgan felt his body bracketed by the warmth of Rich's body against his. Rich stopped with his feet on the rung below the one Morgan's feet were planted on. His face was on a level with Morgan's shoulder blades. Morgan could feel the warmth of Rich's breath on his spine. Had the circumstances been different, he'd have been turned on as hell, but all he could do at this point was shiver at the warm mist of breath against his skin.
"Hey. You doin' okay?" Rich asked softly.
"I guess."
"All right. Here's what we're going to do. I think it'll be easier if we keep going up."
"Up?"
"Yeah, honestly, Morgan, up is going to be a lot easier. I'm going to be right here with you every step of the way. I won't let you fall. I promise." Rich's hand settled lightly at Morgan's waist and squeezed gently. "Man, I wanted to see you naked, but this is ridiculous."
A trembling laugh met his declaration. "It's a good thing I'm too scared to get it up. My cock would be catching on the rungs with every step."
Rich chuckled. "At least you've kept your sense of humor. You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Let's do this."
With infinite patience and care, Rich directed and encouraged Morgan's every move. Morgan listened to the deep soothing cadence of his voice, drinking in the warmth from Rich's body and from the hand he kept securely planted at Morgan's waist. They took each step together, working their way carefully to the window. Once there Morgan unfastened the screen and pushed it inside.
With Rich's help he got one quivering leg up and over the sill and before he knew it the ordeal was over. He was inside. Relief came rushing up in a huge wave, his buckling knees holding long enough for him to stagger to the bed and drop back on it. Lying there, he merely concentrated on breathing while his heart took the return journey from his throat, resettling in his chest.
"You okay?"
Morgan took a deep, shuddery breath and opened his eyes to find Rich looking down at him. His arousal was instantaneous, his erection immediate. With a groan he reached for Rich's hand and pulled him down on the bed. Rich too was apparently feeling the effects of danger shared and defeated. He landed half atop Morgan, the hard evidence of his own need digging into Morgan's hip.
Their lips slammed together and opened, tongues twisting and fighting for dominance. Morgan groaned, pushing at Rich's clothes, wanting, needing the feel of his skin. Taking the hint, Rich pulled back and together, with frantic speed, they divested him of every stitch.
The passion that exploded between them was white-hot and undeniable. They rolled on the bed and ended with Morgan on top. He dove once more for Rich's lips and they kissed long and hard until only the need for air parted them. Raging hunger drove Morgan. He felt crazed with need, mashing his mouth so hard against Rich's that his head rang with the sound of clashing teeth. If some part of him called for caution, he could no longer hear it.
His libido was operating on a purely primal level. Morgan's primitive instincts insisted that he spill his seed. He wasn't about to argue. Rich's body fit perfectly against his. Their cocks aligned and rubbed against each other with each shove of Morgan's hips. Needy moans and whimpers sounded in Morgan's ears and he was gratified at the realization that not all of them were his. Rich was with him, driving the passion higher with each shift of skin against skin.
Heat and moisture rose between them as their bodies warmed, the heady, tart scent of male arousal permeating the air. Morgan wound his fingers into Rich's hair, combing through and clinging to the dark, silky strands. Rich's hands traveled the length of Morgan's back, clutching his ass. Long, agile fingers kneaded the taut curves as Rich pulled Morgan tighter and tighter against his body. With a rumbling growl Rich shifted and rolled, bringing Morgan under him.
"Morgan! Gotta have you. Gotta come," Rich groaned.
He slid his hand between them and pushed their cocks together, gathering them within the circle of his fist. Giving them a tantalizing squeeze, he started pumping.
Morgan's hips rose sharply. "Rich!" he yelled, pushing himself into the tight heat of Rich's hand. He buried his face against Rich's neck, his tongue sliding across the smooth skin there. The taste was faintly of soap but decidedly the salt and male musk of the sweat that formed between them. At first he only licked, but finally gave in to the need to bite. Holding the skin in place for his pleasure, Morgan sucked.
Rich started shaking, shuddering against him, groaning. His hand tightened, the strokes sharp and choppy. "Coming. Coming now!"
The hot splash of Rich's release against his belly propelled Morgan over the edge. The rush of seed from his cock sent a sharp stab of pleasure to his gut, his back arching off the bed as he cried out. The rich aroma of their combined spunk hit Morgan's nostrils while aftershocks quaked within him. He collapsed back on the bed, savoring the waning pleasure and the heavy weight of Rich pressing against him. Until he heard the purring.
"Voyeur," Morgan accused softly, turning his head to see Jinx perched on what was quickly becoming her chair.
Rich stirred. "In case you've forgotten, I was participating, not watching."
"Not you. The cat."
"Oh. Is that a problem?"
"She's a pervert."
Rich's laughter rumbled against Morgan's chest and shook the bed. "She likes to watch, huh?"
"Yes. When I'm dressing or undressing. When I get in the shower, when I come out of the shower. When I'm... uh, well... you know."
Rich's hand stroked Morgan's belly. "Jacking off?"
Morgan sucked in a breath at the silky caress. "Yeah. Speaking of which," he struggled into a sitting position, "or sex in general, this doesn't change anything. I don't get involved with straight men."
"After this you still think I'm straight?" Rich sat up, pulling one leg close while his other dangled over the edge of the bed. His expression was somewhere between aggravated and incredulous.
"You forget. I saw your girlfriend. You have a child. What else am I supposed to think?"
"If you'd given me a few minutes the other day instead of running away, I would have explained."
Morgan rolled his eyes. "So, consider this your opportunity."
Rich shook his head. "Did anyone ever tell you you're a bit irritating?"
"Yeah and I'm afraid of heights too. Now you know two things about me and you're way ahead. Explain."
"Smart ass. First of all Stephanie isn't my girlfriend. She was the partner of my best friend, Clarissa. Clarissa wanted to have a baby and asked me to be the father." At Morgan's raised eyebrow, Rich rushed on with the story. "Artificial insemination. That's how Matthew was conceived. Before he was a year old, Clarissa died."
"What happened?"
"Some kind of congenital heart defect. Twenty-nine years old and she has a heart attack. She was gone before the paramedics could get there."
Morgan placed a hand on Rich's thigh, rubbing gently "I'm sorry. It must have been rough for you, all of you."
"It was, still is, to a certain extent. Especially for Stephanie."
"So how did you end up with Matthew? Because you're his father?"
"That and the fact that Stephanie didn't want to raise him by herself. I... I wouldn't have made it difficult for her if she'd wanted to keep Matthew. He was supposed to be her son. I would have stood by the commitment I made them for the sake of our friendship, but I'm glad it turned out this way. I love my son. I wouldn't give him up for anything or anyone."
Morgan could see clearly the message that Rich was so intent on conveying. "I understand. It's good to know you put your son's interests before your own. There seem to be a lot of people nowadays who don't care enough about their children to do that."
"I'm just doing what I think is right," Rich answered with a shrug. "So now what?"
"Now what?"
"Yeah, you know." Rich waved his hands around.
"You mean you and me?"
Rich nodded.
"Well, I think it's pretty obvious we like each other," Morgan said with a shy grin. "I think we should get to know each other better."
"No objections to the fact that I have a child?" Rich asked cautiously.
"No. I'll have you know, I have two nieces and one nephew. I love kids, so no. No objections. And by the way, where is Matthew?"
"At my sister's. She's keeping him until two so I can get some sleep."
Morgan's brows lifted and a slow smile curved his lips. "Umm, I see. So. You wanna sleep here? All in the interest of getting to know each other better of course. I mean, we really should find out if we're compatible in bed. When we're asleep, that is."
"Uh huh, compatibility experiments. I think I can deal with that. Along with getting to know a guy who does naked mountain climbing."
Morgan snorted. "Yeah. Listen, thanks for the rescue, really. If it wasn't for you I'd be stranded out there for the whole neighborhood to see. You just became my hero for life." He stopped for a moment and picked at the bedspread. "And about the whole attacking you thing? Normally I'm a very reserved kind of person. I don't usually pull guys in the window and jump on them, you know? I guess it was just nerves or something. I read once that guys in combat and other dangerous situations get hard-ons. Something about the body wanting to plant its seed before death, but I just wanted you to know that I'm not some kind of slutty tease. I..."
"Hey, slow down." Rich put a finger to Morgan's lips then replaced it with his own, taking a slow, sweet kiss. "I'm glad I got to be the target of all that passion. I'm also very glad I got to be the one to rescue you. I wouldn't have liked seeing someone else touching you."
Morgan shivered. "Oh, well, that's good." He rose from the bed. "Let me get a washcloth and clean us up a little."
By the time he got back, Rich had pulled the covers back and was sprawled across the sheets. Morgan admired the lean body that occupied his bed before leaning over to gently clean his torso and cock with the warm, wet cloth.
"Mmm, feels good," Rich murmured, his eyes at half mast.
"Looks even better," Morgan answered. Leaning closer, he pressed a kiss to Rich's belly.
Rich reached out for him but Morgan stepped away with a twinkling smile, returning the washcloth to the bathroom. Back in the bedroom he slid into bed next to Rich and pulled the covers over them both. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should move closer to Rich or leave him alone. Rich made the decision for him.
"Come here, Morgan. I hope you like to cuddle. I was once accused of being related to an anaconda."
Morgan chuckled, moved close and settled into Rich's arms with a satisfied sigh. "I can deal with that."
"Good. Just out of curiosity, do you normally go to bed at this time of the day?"
"No, in fact I just got up but, well, I haven't slept very much the last couple of days."
"Why not?"
Morgan ducked his head under Rich's chin. "Thinking about you," he mumbled.
Rich's arms tightened. "Never knew anyone who lost sleep over me. That's nice." He reached for Morgan's chin and tipped it up. Rich gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you."
"It wasn't exactly voluntary," Morgan grumbled then yawned.
"It's still nice. So's this."
"Mmm hmm."
Giving a final wiggle, Morgan settled into Rich's arms, the two of them finding sleep to the accompaniment of deep, soothing purrs.
Rich sleepily trod the stairs downward, following the smell of coffee. A rattle of pans to the right gave him the direction of the kitchen, where he found Morgan bare-chested and barefoot, wearing a pair of threadbare jeans. The smell of bacon joined that of coffee as he crossed the floor.
He slid his arms around Morgan's waist and plastered himself against Morgan's bare back. Rich savored the feel of skin against skin. "Morning," he rasped out, his voice still husky from sleep. "I was hoping to wake up with you in my arms." He snuggled his chin against Morgan's shoulder and kissed his neck.
Morgan jumped then shivered. "Morning or almost afternoon really. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you. Thought I'd fix us a late breakfast."
"Um, very late. What time is it?"
"About noon."
"Mmm."
"Want some coffee, sleepyhead?"
Rich yawned and stepped back. "Oh, yeah. I could use some caffeine. Where're the cups?"
"Right above the coffee maker." Morgan gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be right back."
Rich helped himself, pulling out a kitchen chair and sitting down. With the first sip, he could feel his sluggish blood start to stir. A few more sips and his body was remembering just why he'd wanted Morgan next to him in bed when he'd woken up. He could hear Morgan rummaging around in the living room as several drawers opened and closed. Rich looked up from his coffee at Morgan's return.
Morgan held an envelope in one hand and the unfolded piece of paper that obviously came out of it in the other. "Here."
"What's this?" Rich asked, accepting the sheet of paper.
"My last test. I just wanted you to know I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone since that was taken." Morgan returned to the stove to turn the bacon.
Rich looked it over and made special note of the date. "This is over two years old. You haven't been with anyone since then?"
With his back to Rich, Morgan shook his head. "Been going through a dry spell." The laugh that accompanied his statement was obviously forced.
"Morgan, turn off the bacon and come here a minute."
Morgan glanced around. Rich could see the trepidation in his eyes before he turned back to the stove. He turned the fire off under the bacon and moved it to a back burner. Turning around, eyes downcast, he walked to the table and started to pull out a chair. Rich wasn't letting him build barriers between them. He reached out and drew Morgan down onto his lap. Morgan sat stiffly, avoiding eye contact.
"Put your arm around my neck, baby," Rich ordered softly. Morgan did as he was told and Rich pulled him close, their bare torsos coming together. The feel of skin against skin was exquisite. Rich silently berated his unruly cock as it twitched. It was time to be serious. His new lover needed talk now, loving later.
Rich let his hand rest against Morgan's back and slowly rubbed up and down. "You want to know one of the things I like most about you?"
Morgan's eyes met Rich's. He gave him a frowning smile at the unexpected gambit. "What?"
"Your eyes. They're so clear and bright and honest. You don't hide what you're feeling. I noticed that right away. It's all right there. All a person has to do is look for it."
"No wonder I can never win at poker."
Rich smiled, pleased at the faint flush that stained Morgan's cheeks. "I don't imagine so," he agreed then grew serious. "The day we met I saw something in your eyes, something that made me think there's a secret you try very hard to hide. I just want you to know you can talk to me, if you want. Being a dad, I've become a good listener."
"I... thanks." Morgan gave him a tentative smile. Rich could feel Morgan's body slowly relax against him. "I do want to tell you. It's why I refuse to have anything to do with straight or married men." Morgan tensed again and squirmed a bit but settled down when Rich rubbed his cheek against him and kissed his shoulder. "I feel so stupid about this, especially because it went on for so long and me without a clue. I... well, I was very much in love with a man who fooled me into believing I was his one and only. Until his wife showed up at my door."
"Ouch. No wonder it's such a sore subject. I'm so sorry, baby."
"Yeah, well, it's not your fault, you know? It was my own stupidity."
"Stop that. You're not stupid." Rich gave Morgan a slight shake. "How long were you involved with him?"
"Almost four years. He traveled a lot for the company he worked for. I didn't question the absences. Not too much. I didn't feel the need to. When he was here things were, well, everything I wanted them to be. If I had any doubts or suspicions, I let them go because frankly," Morgan turned his face away, "I loved being with someone, being part of a couple."
Rich nodded his understanding. "Hey, everybody wants to belong to somebody."
Morgan met Rich's gaze, the shame of his admission leaving his eyes. "Yeah?"
"I think it comes with the territory of being human, Morgan."
"Well, anyway, coming face to face with his wife was quite a shock. It took me a while to get myself back together."
"And now?"
"I'm good." He bent his head to Rich's, bringing their lips together. Rich willingly accepted his kiss. Mouths opened and lips clung, tongues swept over and greeted each other, engaging in a languid tangle. Breathlessly, Morgan drew back. "Especially now that you're here."
"That's good to hear. About that test?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you showed it to me. I have one over at the house from about five months ago. We get them along with our physicals for the department. Give me a minute and I'll get it... along with some lube. I want to make love to you." Rich shifted a bit, feeling his own cheeks heat. "If you're willing."
Morgan grinned. "God, you're adorable and oh, yes, I'm willing. Believe me. So willing. But you don't need to get that stuff. I've got lube upstairs in the top drawer of my bedside table."
"What about the test results?"
"I'll take your word for it."
"You will?"
"Of course. You're my hero. You wouldn't hurt me."
Rich gave him a grin at the surge of pride that spread warmth through his chest. He urged Morgan to stand. "Upstairs, smarty."
Back in Morgan's bedroom, there was little time wasted getting undressed. Rich's uniform pants and Morgan's jeans were shed with surprising speed, both of them laughing and leaping for the bed. They wrestled playfully for a few moments until their lips met. The laughter ended and was replaced by soft, needy moans.
Morgan settled on his back, his arms around Rich, pulling him close. Rich came easily into his arms and stayed for a time as they contented themselves with long, thorough kisses and the languid undulations of their bodies as heat and desire built between them. Rich pulled away and leaned back, his eyes dark with arousal, his lips kiss-plumped and parted.
"You are so sexy," Morgan growled.
He cupped Rich's cheek, his thumb tracing a path over his full bottom lip. Rich nipped at his thumb and took it into his mouth. Morgan's hips lifted restlessly as the sucking sensation Rich applied went straight to his cock. Eyes locked on each other, Rich let his hand wander Morgan's torso.
Every glide of his hand caused Morgan's body to undulate under his touch. Morgan's breath came in panting puffs. He groaned, his head pushing back into the pillow when Rich's exploring fingertips lightly pinched one taut nipple. Rich immediately leaned forward, his teeth and tongue teasing Morgan's other hardened peak.
Morgan's hand came up, fingers sliding into Rich's hair to grip and hold. "Oh. Oh, baby. Please. Yes. Oh, God. Touch me," he pleaded, his voice husky, deep and desperately eager.
Rich let his mouth trail across Morgan's chest to capture and suck his other nipple. Curling his fingertips slightly, he lightly applied his nails to Morgan's skin and slowly raked them down his torso. Morgan stiffened, his moans strident and immediate as he wordlessly rocked against Rich.
Letting his hand continue down, Rich gentled his touch at the tender crease of Morgan's thigh. He sifted and teased through soft, yet wiry pubic hair before wrapping his fingers around Morgan's cock. Light strokes brought the movement of Morgan's hips in a counter rhythm as he strove to increase the friction.
"That's it, baby. So good. Mmm, so hot," Rich praised before moving down to slide his tongue over the plump cap of Morgan's cock. The sweet, heady taste of Morgan's pre-cum burst upon his tongue and palate, bringing an appreciative groan to his lips.
"Rich!" Morgan ground out. "If you suck me I'm gonna come. I can't... not."
Rich looked up, his eyes dark and commanding. "That's exactly what I want. I want to taste you. Suck you down. Come for me." Holding Morgan's gaze, he opened his mouth and took Morgan in.
"Oh, fuck!" Morgan gasped. His hands fisted in the sheets while his head dropped back on the pillow, his eyes scrunching closed.
Rich could feel Morgan tense and struggle to hold on against the slick slide of his tongue against Morgan's demanding prick, but his already overloaded nerve endings were screaming for release. One, two, three long up and down movements of Rich's lips and the maddening wiggle of his tongue had Morgan near frantic. When the suction came it was all over. Morgan screamed.
Morgan shuddered with every spurt of semen that was drawn from his body. Rich was relentless, going after every available drop until Morgan collapsed boneless and replete against the pillows. He gently cleansed Morgan's cock and let it slip from between his swollen lips. Lifting up he looked Morgan over, smiling at the unselfconscious sprawl of that fine, tight, little body.
He slid a large palm up Morgan's thigh and was rewarded with a shiver and a soft moan. "The 'I just came my brains out' look is very good on you but I've got something better."
"What's that?" Morgan husked out. His heavy lids lifted, slumberous hazel eyes twinkling.
"The 'I just got fucked into the mattress look,' although I gotta say, this was well worth the detour. You taste so good. A little bitter but mostly salty-sweet and hot. Taste."
Rich slid up and set his mouth against Morgan's. Morgan opened to accept Rich's tongue and the taste of himself. Moaning, he sent his tongue searching Rich's mouth, seeking their combined flavor. Even as they kissed, Rich was once more busy.
He'd found the lube, coated his fingers and was curving them around Morgan's balls. Morgan spread his thighs wider, accepting the warm slide of Rich's fingers. He pushed up and started panting when a slick fingertip caressed the tender expanse of skin between his balls and his anus. Rich's fingertip caressed the fragile wrinkles of skin, petting and teasing before pushing inside. Morgan gasped. Rich could hear the hitch of his breath in his throat.
"So soft, so good, baby. So hot and tight," Rich crooned. "Need you so bad. Gonna fuck you so good." His finger slid easily in and out, the pressure easing as Morgan accepted this first small invasion. "More? Morgan, more, baby?"
Morgan managed a shaky nod. "Please."
Rich complied, stretching Morgan with tender patience until three tightly fluted fingers slid easily in and out of his hole. With every stroke his fingers found the small, spongy gland that sent shock waves zinging down Morgan's spine, making him moan and thrash.
He pushed into the sleek glide of Rich's fingers. "Please, Rich, please, now. Fuck me now."
"Since you ask so nicely," Rich murmured and withdrew his fingers.
With decisive movements he draped Morgan's legs over his shoulders and pressed close. The plump head of his leaking cock nudged Morgan's hole, steady, unrelenting pressure, parting the taut flesh. He pushed in, engulfed in tight, silky heat. Morgan's whimpering cry was electrifying. A flush of pleasure suffused his skin as Rich eased the thick hard length of his cock within until he was balls deep, every inch buried inside Morgan's body.
"Oh, oh fuck. Don't move," Rich gasped, holding on against the milking squeeze of Morgan's sheath. "Don't move or I'm gonna lose it."
They stayed still for a moment, Rich feeling the throb of Morgan's heartbeat where their bodies joined. He could feel the flutter of Morgan's channel grasping at his cock. "Feels so good. So tight."
"Please can we move now? Gotta move."
"Yeah, babe, yeah. Now." He lowered Morgan's legs until they wrapped around his waist. Rich slowly withdrew only to slide deep again. Morgan shuddered and whimpered. "Are you okay? Oh, God. Please say you're okay."
"S'good. So good. Don't stop."
Rich took Morgan at his word, pushing in, drawing back, his hips rocking and rocking in an age-old rhythm. Morgan took up the beat and moved with him. His arms reached for the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust himself onto Rich's prick, driving it deep with every stroke.
"God, look at you. So wanton and needy," Rich ground out.
"Need it, need you."
"Got me, babe. Right here, right here."
Rich groaned, his hips driving forward, the pace growing harder and faster. All he could think about, all he could feel, was Morgan and the burning desire to push them both over the edge into bliss. Morgan drew one leg back, opening himself for Rich's thrusts. It was an act of pure devastation. Rich nearly howled at the open trust and aching need Morgan showed him. His cock swelled impossibly harder, spreading Morgan, forging deep.
The rhythmic squeak of the bed was accented by breathless whimpers, guttural grunts and moans of needy arousal. A miasma of heat and sweat rose between them. The tartly bitter and musky scent of testosterone-driven passion was a drug, firing their blood.
Pleasure suffused them. It was an all-encompassing web that entrapped and resonated against their skin. It accompanied every movement but under the surface, just below conscious awareness, it was growing. Their bodies came together like the collision of continents, building a mountain. A mountain made of pure, undiluted pleasure that shook and rumbled until it collapsed, the avalanche taking them under.
Rich reached for Morgan's cock, intent on pushing him over, but it was too late. Morgan convulsed beneath him, the hot spray of semen decorating his chest and belly as he cried out. The first forceful grab and squeeze of Morgan's channel brought Rich to climax, wringing his orgasm from him along with every warm spurt of seed his body could release. Together they shuddered and panted, collapsing spent and sated to rest in each other's arms.
"That was amazing, so..." Morgan began.
"Never felt anything so..." Rich echoed.
"Good," they finished together, soft laughter bringing them closer.
Rich raised his head and looked at the clock radio beside the bed. "Damn. I've got to get showered and pick up Matthew." He looked at Morgan and reached out to stroke a finger over his cheek. "After playing with his cousins all day, Mattie'll be worn out. Want to join us for an early supper? I'll bring home pizza and stuff. When Mattie goes to bed we can watch a movie and neck on the sofa." Rich suggestively wiggled his brows.
Morgan chuckled. "Sounds like an excellent plan. I'll bring a salad."
"Yummy," Rich declared, eyes widening with false enthusiasm.
Morgan's chuckle turned into a laugh. "Why do I get the feeling that's exactly what Matt says when Daddy tells him to eat his veggies?"
"Cause that's sometimes exactly what happens?"
"Mmm hmm. So we're both going to be role models and eat our greens. Yes?"
"Of course," Rich agreed and reluctantly eased away from Morgan. He scooted to the edge of the bed and stood, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. Turning back, he looked down at Morgan. "Now you look just right," he commented, his eyes twinkling. He leaned down, taking a slow, sweet kiss. "Beautiful," he whispered and with a departing caress, left Morgan, wide-eyed and smiling.
\*
Morgan gave the kitchen door to Rich's house a couple of cursory knocks before opening it and walking in. He was greeted by the sight of Matthew sitting at the table with the remains of a bowl of cereal. "Hey there, shorty. You ready to go Trick or Treating with Daddy tonight?"
"Hi Mowgwan! Yep! I'm gonna be a fiweman!"
"A fireman! Wow! Well, nobody's gonna be able to compete with that. I bet you'll scoop up all the candy in the neighborhood." Morgan reached down to tickle Matt's ribs. "Promise you'll share with me?"
Matt squirmed and giggled. "I pwomise."
Rich walked into the kitchen adjusting the fit of his uniform shirt where it tucked into his pants. Morgan took one look and let out a low wolf whistle. He crossed to Rich and leaned forward to give him a kiss. Before their lips could meet, Rich turned his head and moved sideways. Morgan's kiss just grazed his cheek. Stunned, Morgan stepped back to look at Rich.
"Not in front of Matthew," Rich murmured.
Rich moved to the table to check Matthew's progress with his cereal. "You doin' okay, kiddo?"
"Yeah, Daddy."
"Good. We gotta leave in a few minutes. You got your stuff together?"
"Yep."
"Good job."
Morgan sat on a barstool in front of the breakfast bar watching Rich and Matt. There were so many emotions fighting for supremacy within he wasn't sure which one took precedence.
Rich looked up and frowned. "You okay?"
Morgan shook his head. "Can I talk to you? Outside?"
Rich slowly nodded, a look of concern on his face. "Morgan and I will be right outside, Mattie. Finish up your cereal, kiddo."
"Okay."
Morgan felt Rich at his back and turned to him when the door closed behind them. "What was that all about?"
"What?"
"Turning away from me when I tried to kiss you."
The look of concern in Rich's eyes eased. "Oh, that. You had me worried there for a second. Like I said, I don't think we should do that in front of Matt."
"Rich, I was only going to kiss you. Not grope you or wrestle you to the floor and fuck you," Morgan explained. "You know it's not unheard of or even frowned upon for parents to show affection in front of their children. In fact I've read that in moderation it's a good thing. While I know I'm not Matt's parent, I thought we were together, that we had something special."
"Morgan, we do have something special. In the past week I've come to feel more for you than in months of being with anyone else. It's just that I don't think we should confuse Matt."
"Confuse him?"
"With the gay thing."
"The gay thing?"
"You know what I mean."
Morgan gave Rich a look filled with incredulity "Yeah, I think I do. You're ashamed of being gay. You're ashamed of us, of me."
"No!"
"Yes! Admit it, babe. You don't want your son to know you're gay. Let me tell you something, Rich. Better he find out now when it doesn't matter a damn to him than years from now when you finally slip up and he figures it out. Growing up with it, he'll accept you for the man you are and the issue of your sexuality will be a non-issue just as it should be. If you wait and suddenly spring it on him, you don't know what might happen."
"I didn't... I wasn't," Rich stuttered then near shouted, "I'm not ashamed of us!"
"Clarissa was going to raise Matt with two mothers. I didn't know her but I can't believe you're any less brave than she was," Morgan told him solemnly. "There's a saying, 'Begin as you mean to go on.' I'm not asking you to come out at work or introduce me to your friends, but I won't hide in my own home or in yours either." Feeling sick, Morgan swallowed hard, turned and took a step toward home. A pair of strong arms surrounded him and pulled him back against a hard chest, a warm and sheltering body.
"No, I'm not letting you go. I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. I've never been in this situation before. No one's ever wanted to be part of my life, my life and Matthew's." Morgan heard and felt Rich take a long, stuttering breath. "I'm working without a net here, Morgan. I need all the help I can get. I need you. Don't go. Please."
Morgan felt the inner tension ease and he relaxed back into Rich's arms. "I need you too. I really, um, like you."
Rich snorted a laugh. "For someone who was so outspoken a few minutes ago you've suddenly become very mealy-mouthed."
"Hey, we've all got our own fears to conquer."
"Granted and if I had time I'd help you with them now, but I gotta get going." Rich eased his hold and turned Morgan in his arms. "You gonna be free for lunch?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Maybe we can conquer a few obstacles between bites."
"Of lunch?"
"Of you."
"Oh."
"Oh, yeah." Rich leaned forward, his lips hovering above Morgan's.
Breathlessly Morgan searched his eyes. "You're gonna kiss me now? What about the neighbors?"
"Let 'em get their own lover. You're all mine." Rich settled his lips to Morgan's and took what they both needed.
When Rich and Matthew drove away, Morgan was waving, a bemused but elated grin on his face.
Adjinxska purred, congratulating herself on a job well done. Morgan and Rich were so cute together. Cute, fabulously sexy and learning about each other. She'd listened in on their first big confrontation and was well satisfied at how they'd worked out their differences. They talked and more importantly they listened to each other. They discovered that their feelings for each other were enough to make them want to work together to resolve any problems that came along.
Rich would be along any minute for their lunch date and much as she wanted to stay and watch, it was time to go. Time to let them get on with it. But before she left, Jinx decided she was going to get a little reward. There was a deliciously yummy tom cat across the street, a more than suitable sexual appetizer before the main meal of Cupid. There was something so very wild and sleazy about cat sex. It made her blood boil.
Jinx crossed the street, delicate black paws padding silently. She started to weave her way between the houses headed for a particular yard when the back door to the house on her left burst open. A huge, hairy, slobbering beast of a dog burst out.
"Rambo! You come back here!"
Every hair on Jinx's body stood on end. Arching her body she hissed and fled, Rambo hot on her heels. She ran for Morgan's, heedless of the car that was coming down the street. There was the sudden squeal of tires on paved road. Rambo's owner was shouting. A car door slammed and then a second voice was yelling.
"You almost hit my dog!"
"Why don't you keep your damn dog out of the street!"
Jinx peeked out from behind a bush at the front of Morgan's yard. Rambo's owner was arguing with what at first glance appeared to be a giant chicken. Her eyes widened as the chicken flapped its 'wings' and cussed. Rambo was sniffing at its feathers.
"Get your damn dog off me!"
"What are you dressed like that for?"
"It's Halloween, you fucking idiot!"
"Ah, take a flying leap."
"You first."
With an obscene gesture the man in the chicken suit returned to his car and started the engine. Or tried to. The car wouldn't start. Cussing a blue streak, the man got out of his car dragging a medium-sized leather duffle. Seeing the coast was clear, Jinx stepped out from behind the bush. Her movement caught the man's attention. He looked up and down before crossing the street. Morgan chose that moment to come out on the porch to water the plants there.
Taking a firmer grip on his bag, the man approached the porch. "Hey buddy, my car quit. Mind if I use your phone to call a friend to come get me?"
Jinx watched Morgan's eyes widen. "Um, sure, okay."
"Great." The man walked forward, his hand dipping into a side pocket of the duffle. Jinx growled at the sight of the gun he was holding just out of sight. She jumped up on the porch and followed Morgan and the chicken man inside.
\*
"The phone's right over there," Morgan pointed out, fighting the smile that pulled at his lips.
The man had removed the head of his chicken suit and set it on the hall table near the door. He walked in and brought his hand up. A gun, shiny, black and deadly, filled his hand. Morgan's smile died.
"Don't really need the phone but I do need a ride, and you're gonna provide it."
"What do you want?"
"I told ya. A ride. In other words, your car, ya moron."
"Take it. The keys are by the back door."
"Well ya see, it ain't that simple. If I take the car and leave you here, you call the cops. So I either shoot you, or you come with me."
Morgan's heart was in his throat. "Couldn't you just tie me up and leave me here?"
"You got rope somewhere?"
"No."
"Duct tape?"
"No."
"Makes it kinda hard to tie you up, dude. Look, I rob banks. I ain't never killed nobody and I ain't looking to start now. Just come along nice and quiet and I'll drop you off on the highway when it gets dark. By the time you get a ride, I'll be long gone. Let's move."
Morgan heard the rumble of Rich's truck as it pulled into the driveway. "Oh, fuck," he breathed then slapped a hand over his mouth.
"What?"
Morgan thought fast. "Um, my neighbor, he's a sheriff. He's coming over to collect a donation I promised to the sheriff's department widows and orphans fund."
"Fuck is right. Listen here, buddy, you answer the door and get rid of him quick. One wrong move and I shoot you and him too. You got it?"
Wide-eyed, Morgan nodded and jumped at the knock on his front door. Trying to slow his breathing, he approached the door. Saying a quick prayer he took a deep breath and opened it.
Before Rich could say anything, Morgan jumped in. "Hello, Officer McMasters. I've been expecting you." He quickly pulled out his wallet. "Here's that donation I promised you. Fifty bucks, right?"
Rich stood frowning at him. "Is this a joke?"
"Oh, that's right, it was a hundred wasn't it? My mistake. So how's little Timmy? Bet he's all excited about Halloween. Dressing up as a pirate, didn't you say?" Morgan was desperately trying to convey the danger when suddenly Jinx jumped up on the hallway table. With a bump, the chicken head rolled to the floor and landed at Morgan's feet. "Oh, don't mind that. I'm dressing up for the kids tonight."
Rich's eyes widened in comprehension. "Cute. The kids'll love it and yeah, Timmy's gonna be a pirate. He's real excited. Well, thanks for the donation, Mr. Jacobsen. I'll send you a pair of tickets to the sheriff's ball," Rich promised affably. Silently he mouthed the words, I'll be back.
"Okay, I appreciate it." Morgan gave a slight nod, relief making him dizzy. "Have a great day, officer."
"Thanks, you too."
Rich strode from the porch, got in his truck and drove away. Morgan closed the door and turned to find his guest waiting for him. "You did real good, buddy. Now let's get the hell outta Dodge."
Desperately looking for something to delay them, Morgan faked a stagger and sat heavily on the sofa. "I'm sorry, I'm just overwhelmed. I just need to breathe a minute."
"Look, we ain't got time for breathin', wuss. On your feet."
Morgan stood and reluctantly led the way to the kitchen. "Would you mind if I have a drink of water?"
"Make it quick. You got anything ta eat? Bologna maybe or peanut butter?"
"I've got peanut butter and bread. I could make you a sandwich."
"Naw, but gather it up. We'll take it with us. Hustle."
Morgan got his drink then gathered a loaf of bread and the jar of peanut butter. With the gunman's approval he added a blunt knife from the silverware drawer and a bottle of soda.
"Okay, let's go."
Wondering where Rich had gone, Morgan opened the back door and led the way to the garage. He opened the door and stepped inside followed closely by the bank robber. He'd taken two steps when a scuffle broke out behind him. Whirling, he was just in time to see Rich, one hand holding the bank robber's gun hand pointed skyward while Rich's body slammed against him. Knocked into the wall, the man lost his grip on the gun, his legs folding as he collapsed. Rich kicked the gun away, his own coming out to train steady on the fallen man.
"Morgan, you all right?"
Breathing hard, Morgan managed a strangled, "Yeah."
"Good. Go wait out front, babe. Should be some backup here any minute now." Rich started speaking into the microphone attached to his shoulder.
"Okay," Morgan agreed weakly. He managed to make it to the end of the driveway before dropping heavily into the grass near the sidewalk.
In what seemed like no time at all, sheriff's vehicles were converging from several directions. A uniformed officer stopped and knelt beside him. "Sir, are you Mr. Jacobsen?"
Morgan looked up. "Yeah, that's me."
"Are you all right, Mr. Jacobsen?"
"Fine, just fine."
"We'll need you to come with us, sir. You'll have to make a statement."
Before Morgan could say anything a deep voice spoke for him. "I'll take it from here, Jerry."
"Hey, Rich. All right. Congrats on the collar." They watched as several officers led a subdued and handcuffed chicken to one of the sheriff's vehicles.
"Thank Morgan. It was his quick thinking that let me know the guy was here."
Jerry gave Morgan a nod, a smile and a look of respect. "Not everyone could have kept their head in a situation like this. You're a brave man, Mr. Jacobsen."
Morgan grimaced. "Not feeling too brave at the moment. Could you excuse me?" Morgan ran for the house but didn't make it. He ended up throwing up in the bushes by the front porch.
Rich and Jerry exchanged understanding looks. "I'll see to it he comes in to make that statement," Rich told his fellow officer.
Morgan was wiping his mouth when Rich's hand encircled his elbow and urged him up the porch steps. He went gratefully. "Well, that was humiliating."
"But not unexpected," Rich sympathized. He steered Morgan through the door, locking it behind them. "You've been through a trauma, baby. It's only natural you're upset. You want to go upstairs and brush your teeth?"
"Yeah. I wasn't sure you'd understand when I was talking all that bullshit about Timmy and dressing up as a pirate, but I figured you'd at least know something was wrong."
"You did good, Morgan, really good. We had men at the bank after the robbery and there was an All Points Bulletin out on the guy. My heart almost stopped when Jinx knocked that fucking chicken head off the table." The arm Rich had around him tightened. "I was calling it in when I drove off. Even though I parked just a couple blocks down, it was the longest damn trip I've ever made. I ran all the way back and was listening at your window. That's how I knew you were going out to the garage for your car."
Morgan nodded and let himself lean on Rich. He still felt a little shaky. Everything had taken on a surreal quality that was disorienting to say the least. Once upstairs, they went into his bedroom and through to the connecting bathroom. Rich leaned in the doorway while Morgan got his toothbrush and cleansed away the taste and scent of vomit from his mouth. He rinsed, put his toothbrush away and turned only to find himself slammed into the counter. Rich's mouth closed over his with a desperation that had him moaning.
Rich pulled back, eyes dark with his roiling emotions. "You could have been killed. I could have lost you."
"It's okay. I'm here, right here," Morgan soothed.
"Show me."
Morgan immediately brought their mouths back together, the kiss hard, bruising in its intensity. Teeth, lips and tongues claimed and demanded. His cock was rising, filling fast while his moans of arousal filled Rich's mouth. Rich's hands reached around, cupped Morgan's ass and lifted. Morgan grunted with surprise as he landed on the counter. Rich spread Morgan's thighs wide and crowded between them. Behind the fabric that held them, their cocks came together with exquisite friction.
With one hand behind his head holding Morgan close, Rich's other hand frantically worked the button and zipper of his jeans. Morgan's hands were far from still and together they worked to free each other, groaning and panting when bare flesh came together. Rich relinquished his hold on Morgan's head and let it slide down to cup his ass. He wrapped his fingers around their cocks, holding them together, squeezing and stroking the hot, silky-hard flesh in his hand.
Morgan was only a beat behind. He slid one hand down the back of Rich's pants, kneading the taut muscles of his ass. His legs wrapped around Rich and pulled him close, his free hand sliding between them, his palm working over the leaking heads of their cocks. Rich threw his head back, and a deep guttural groan tore from him. They humped madly against each other, passion a runaway train that no one could stop. Smooth, hard thrusts became jerky and frantic as the pleasure reached its pinnacle.
Morgan slid his thumb over the top of Rich's cock, his nail lightly prodding the slit. Rich froze then jerked gracelessly, crying out, wet heat pouring over their hands. The rich, musky smell of Rich's release hit Morgan and threw him over the edge. Pulse pounding, a low wail crawling from his tight throat, he convulsed against Rich and sprayed more heat and fragrant seed between them. Panting and moaning softly he collapsed into Rich's arms. For a few moments they remained silent and still but for the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests, the audible intake of breath and the pounding of their hearts.
It was Morgan who finally spoke first, his cheek nestled against Rich's shoulder. "You did it again."
"What?"
"Rescued me. You really are my hero."
"I'm just the guy who loves you, Morgan."
Morgan raised his head, his gaze meeting Rich's. "Oh. You. Um... I."
Rich shook his head. "Still need help conquering that fear?"
Morgan nodded.
Rich smiled. "It's easy. Just repeat after me. I."
"I."
"Love."
"Love."
"You."
"You."
Nodding his approval, Rich gave Morgan a tender kiss. "Now, look deeply into my eyes, put every bit of sincerity you can muster into it and repeat the words all together."
Morgan laughed but sobered enough to keep just a small smile curving his lips. He cupped Rich's face in his hands, looked deep into two loving, indigo eyes and repeated the words. "I love you."
"Lucky me."
"Lucky us," Morgan agreed.
"Come with me when I go pick Mattie up? I think it's time you start meeting my family."
Morgan's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah. Then we're going to explain to Mattie how he's gonna have two daddies."
"Rich, are you sure?"
Rich's smile was immediate, his eyes filled with love. "Never been more sure of anything in my entire life."
Arms closing around each other, they lost themselves in a sweet, joyous kiss. Neither one saw the cat. Purring, her tail gently swishing, she slowly disappeared.
Their yowls of completion ringing out, Adjinxska and Cupid collapsed back on the satin cushion of her bed. Sated and satisfied, soft purrs fluttered from Adjinxska's throat.
"You did a marvelous job, lovely. I've never seen Venus so pleased," Cupid praised, his fingertips stroking the soft fur along Jinxska's spine.
"You may not believe this, but I actually had fun. I rather liked those two mortals." Jinxska returned the favor, loving the feel of Cupid when he took her in this cat-like form.
"I must say your methods were most effective. The bank robber in a chicken suit? Masterful."
Adjinxska sat up, a slight pout on her lips. "I hate to say it but that wasn't my doing. Pure happenstance. But it did answer one important question for all time."
"And what's that?" Cupid asked with a frown.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Cupid grimaced. "I'm almost afraid to ask but all right. Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Adjinxska leaned forward, her lips inches from Cupid's. "He was following the pussy."
Cupid groaned and grinned at the same time. "Smart man, er, chicken."
"Mmm. I wonder how you'd look in feathers."
"Jinxska," Cupid growled in warning.
"Pussies love birds."
Cupid rolled, bringing Adjinxska beneath him. "I have something much better for this little pussy than a bird."
Adjinxska's gasping moan rang out. "Oooh, so nice. Cupid, darling, I'll bet you can't keep that up all night."
"You're on."
Cupid won.
Kate Steele
What is it they say? Watch out for the quiet ones? Kate Steele has found that writing is the ideal way to release all those wild inner urges and she's just getting started. "I'm aging in reverse. With the help of lots of plastic surgery and vitamins I fully expect to have my own male harem by the time I hit 90." For now she's settling for the quiet life in rural Indiana with family and pets. Guilty pleasure: Singing in the car. "With the volume loud enough I sound just like Celine Dion!" You can contact Kate and sing-a-long at katesteele27@yahoo.com or visit her website at www.katesteele.com.

