Jacob fires up his desktop. He clicks the mouse on the first thing that grabs his attention. Wearing just a T-shirt and boxers, he settled in to play a round of Turbo Gunner. He is sucked into the fast-paced first-person shooter. He looks up from the screen, and 20 minutes have passed. “This game eats your time,” he says and stands up, then looks around for Izzy. “Izzy?” he says and pokes his head in the bathroom to find her still curled up around the toilet. “Izzy, do you want to get in bed?” he asks her.
“No floor is nice and cold.” Izzy says, clinging to the white porcelain toilet like it was the door from Titanic, prepared to fight off feral Leonardos. After several seconds of silence she relaxes her grip and just groans softly with her head against the cold porcelain.
“Ok,” Jacob says and bends down and kisses her ear.
Izzy gestures him away every step of his on the hard tile, a bombshell in her head. She wants to shout at him, but she knows it would just make it worse. ‘If I am quiet, he will leave,’ she whispers as quietly as she can in her head.
“I’m going to get us some food and bring you toast,” Jacob says, watching as Izzy wriggles on the floor. He leaves the room concerned about her. He throws shoes on and heads to the bar. “Toast always helped me,” he says to the outside world. He glances up and spots the flamingo walking across a dune in the distance.
“What?”
Jacob steps into the bar and slides onto a stool, checking his phone for messages, and then he looks up. The cat is leaning over the bar looking at him, not speaking or breathing, just looking at him. “Uh, hi, cat,” he says, leaning back as far as he can on the stool.
“I see you’re alone today, Mister Jacob,” the Cat says softly. There is not quite a frown on his face. “How bad is the hangover?”
Jacob looks at the cat’s frown. “Uh, bad hugging the porcelain throne,” he says, trying his best to act tough. “Yeah, act like a man. You’re fierce; you can intimidate him! Yeah!’ He looks back at the cat’s face. ‘Yeah, maybe after breakfast…’ Luckily for Jacob’s fragile male ego, the cat pulls back, looking more normal.
“I see,” the Cat says and leaves before he even takes Jacob’s order.
Cane, looking thin and worn out, walks into the bar and sits next to Jacob. He pats his back. “How are you, my friend?” he says in a somber tone.
Jacob looks at Cane. “I’m ok? Yourself?” He questions.
“You heard about the missing kid, right, Scarlets? The lizard person baby?” He rolls his shoulders. The shirt looks like a punk rocker dress on him.
“In passing, didn’t they find them?” Jacob asks, toying with a bowl of candied peanuts on the bar.
“Not a sign of them. I spent all last night looking. I just want a warm bed and a tender touch,” the scrawny, nerdy-looking human form of Cane says.
“That’s awful,” Jacob says, furrowing his eyebrows. “This place can’t be that big; how hard can it be?”
Cane laughs. “It’s bigger than it looks. How is Izzy?” Cane asks.
“Hungover,” Jacob responds. “Thanks for asking.”
Cane slips a hand on Jacob’s knee. “What about you? Are you hung over?”
Jacob stutters “no,” his cock twitching.
The cat returns with 4 breakfast sandwiches and two mountain delights.
“How did the search go?” the cat asks.
Cane shakes his head. “No trace.”
“He will turn up; the ranch is not endless,” the cat says, winking at Jacob and his obvious sexual tension. He slides down the bar to serve a lizard person.
“What do you think? Want to provide me with a warm bed and a tender touch?” Cane says with a hint of doubt in his words.
Jacob pictures Izzy last night. Dancing with the queen of the dance, forgetting about him while he sat at the bar and watched. The small knot of jealousy in his belly is begging for vengeance.
He feels Cane’s hand rub his knee, moving painfully slowly towards his erection. An erection that is growing harder the more he thinks about Cane’s thick member. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants it. The more he wants it, the more he wants it in his mouth and maybe elsewhere. ‘Do you?’ Jacob asks himself.
‘I might,’ he answers himself in his head and sets his hand on Cane’s hand and squeezes.
Cane looks down at the hand on top of his and feels his body bulk out. He looks up at Jacob, the hunger of the wolf in his eyes. “Your place?” he whispers.
“Izzy’s hungover,” Jacob whispers back.
“I can be quiet,” Cane says with a toothy grin.
Jacob picks up the muffins and drinks and nods at the cat, who nods back. Together, Cane and Jacob return to the motel room.
“Izzy Cane came over to visit,” he says as he enters the motel room. A croak is heard from inside the bathroom. Jacob goes in and checks on Izzy; she is looking better now, snoring. He sets the sandwiches and the drink next to her where she can easily see them.
She feels him give her head another kiss. Foggily, she remembers hearing Cane is here. “Keep it down out there; I have a headache,” she grumbles. //
“Ok, Izzy.” Jacon kisses her again and comes back to the main room to find half his drink and a muffin eaten.
“Shit, these are good,” Cane says as he unwraps the second one.
“Hey, that’s mine,” Jacob says, reaching for it. But Kane is faster, pulling it away.
Cane mock growls at Jacob, who presses forward, pushing Cane over as he reaches for it. “It’s mine; give it back.” Jacob demands
“Or what?” Cane teases, his body growing a little hairier at the friendly fighting.
Jacob looks at Cane with the hunger for bacon, egg, and cheese muffins made with real Canadian bacon smoked for 3 days and salted till it cries.
Cane sees the look and relents, giving Jacob the muffin only to have him stuff it in his mouth and eat it. He thinks about how Jacob’s mouth feels on his cock and feels his erection swell and his body shift more toward the killing machine that is the werewolf. Cane snarls under his breath. ‘He isn’t even tasting it; I should have kept it for myself,’ he thinks.
Jacob blushes as he feels the far larger erection pressing into his belly. “You, uh, have an erection,” he whispers, crumbs spilling on Cane’s t-shirt.
“I do,” Cane says, pressing it into Jacob. “What should we do about it?” Cane touches Jacob’s face, tracing his lips. “You helped me once before.” His words linger between them.
Jacob looks at the door to the bathroom, not closed but also not open. “We shouldn’t.” Jacob tries climbing off of Cane’s belly.
Cane pulls Jacob till his dick is pressing against Jacob’s. He pulls Jacob down till their faces almost touch, and he kisses Jacob’s cheek. “I understand, but I want you anyway.”
Cane sees something in the way Jacob takes a long time to answer. He reaches up and kisses Jacob’s neck. “I don’t bite unless you’re into that kind of thing,” Cane whispers into Jacob’s ear, making the human shiver again.
“She is right there and sick,” Jacob pleads with himself more than with the werewolf.
“Jacob, but I am right here.” Cane runs his hands down to Jacob’s butt, where he gives it a tight squeeze and pulls him down tighter to him; he shifts his hips, rubbing their erections together.
Jacob, despite himself, moans and is complicit as Cane pushes him down toward the edge of the bed. Once Cane is happy with where Jacob is positioned, he slides down his shorts and underwear down his cock, still mostly human-looking.
Jacob looks at it as Cane strokes it slowly a foot from his face. “You want to give me comfort, Jacob?” Cane says to Jacob. Jacob’s cock twitches in his shorts. Part of him wants it; part of him needs it. He licks his lips. Cane’s hand messes his hair up. “I thought so; be a good boy.” Cane says to him. For a moment he hates himself, then he just relaxes into the moment and licks the shaft.
Cane moans loudly.
Jacob lifts his head. “If we do this, you have to be quiet.”
Cane nods his head and waits for Jacob’s tongue again. He can smell Izzy’s scent now that he has shifted more to werewolf. But he can also smell Jacob’s arousal, and that is less intoxicating but still arousing. He pushes on Jacob’s head softly, popping the tip into his mouth. He whispers, “The more you are reluctant, the hotter it is.” He squirts the first jet of precum into Jacob’s mouth, making Jacob moan and grind into the bed. Watching Jacob’s desperation makes him squirt another jet.
Jacob gags a little on the salty iron richness of the cum, but he also feels himself leak into his underwear.
Cane can’t help but picture humiliating his childhood bully, the aggression amplified by the reckoning so close at hand. “Who is a good boy? It’s you, yes, it is. You’re the one who sucks my dick,” he whispers to himself. Jacob looks up confused. But it doesn’t stop. He feels the shaft swell, and a comparatively tiny knot starts to form.
“Have you ever had anyone inside you, Jacob?” Cane asks. “I want to finish inside you.
Jacob almost chokes to death on Cane’s cock. His butt clenches down. “I, uh, no, never had anyone in me.” he says, wiping his mouth clean with his shirt.
Cane grunts, squirting precum on Jacob’s face. “Do you want to try?”
Jacob looks at the door to the bathroom. “Will it hurt?”
“A little, but it will feel great after that.” Cane whispers, “Get on your knees.”
