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When my sister had experienced her first shift into an elegant panther, a sleek and deadly predator, my father had gone misty-eyed and said she inherited his mother’s speed and strength. Then he’d look at me and say I inherited her nearsightedness.
He also all but confirmed what I’d already suspected: the only reason they hadn’t booted my ass from the team entirely was that I’d protected the other guys.
so I reached out and slid the glasses from his face, polished them gently on my shirt, and replaced them on the bridge of his nose.
id be in love
His head was on my lap, and my hand cupped tenderly around his skull, moving through his soft, shaggy mop of sandy waves.
Her pocketbook was like that of a serial killer version of Mary Poppins.
I had never consciously checked out a guy’s ass before, but, lo and behold, here was one presented for me like some kind of illuminated trophy.
He cocked his head to the side. “Uh,” he said. “Hey.” I think my exact words were, “Fwuh?”
My, my, my. How quickly I had gone from “I think I’m straight,” to having guys who were, or were not, my type.
“Twink nerd gets bred by football stud.” I could not deny the concept piqued my interest, so I clicked play.
haha
Since I had the video on mute, my brain decided to be super helpful and provide its own soundtrack for my enjoyment. The noises Thor made while enjoying the hell out of my risotto played in my mind over and over, and all of a sudden, I was jacking my dick like my life depended on it.
When they met in a kiss that was almost violent in its intensity, I came so hard a strand of cum splattered onto my cheek. Holy shit. I could never, ever, make risotto again.
Meanwhile, I spent an inordinate amount of my free time watching every video on Pornhub starring that bespectacled twink and beating off like a fucking maniac. When I was in public, and had time, I did a fair amount of reading on gender and sexuality.
Totally unrelated, when I got home from my chat with Lucy, I checked Pornhub for the umpteenth time, wondering if the actor with whom I’d become obsessed had been tagged in any new videos. He hadn’t.
“He is working on a gene therapy for shifters,” he explained. “Something that can give a fauna to someone born without one.”
hes the bad guy
I would normally have worn my denim jacket, but I didn’t want to ask for it back from Thor.
All I knew for absolute fucking sure was that I wanted Thor. Bad. I wanted my friend, my roommate. I wanted to snuggle him, protect him. Kiss him. Touch him. My dick was clearly happy with that idea. Vivid fantasies
Someone slipped shit into his drink, and regardless of my desire to christen every surface in this apartment with Thor’s tight little body—they were going to pay for that.
After Sunday, Thor and I slept in his bed every night for a week. Just…slept. I would never have assumed he wanted me to keep coming back, but if you could have seen the ocular lashing Thor gave me Monday evening when I slinked uncertainly toward the door to my room—well, let’s just say, I knew where I was expected to be. We didn’t talk about it and by the following weekend I was ready to crawl out of my skin.
I dunno what dumbass nineties comedian started the smear campaign against snuggling, but I’m here to tell you, it fucking rules. No matter what position I started in when I fell asleep, I’d wake up wrapped around Thor like he belonged in my arms.
I didn’t know if he wormed his way in on purpose, or we found our way toward each other in our sleep. Either way, it was so sweet, so addicting.
The looks said, plainly, that Thor wasn’t waiting because he was nervous, or inexperienced, but waiting because he wanted to. Waiting because he liked where we were, and perhaps wanted to savor it. And waiting, maybe, because he liked to watch me squirm.
I looked up from my computer, and my eyes met Thor’s across the room. He grinned, sliding his glasses up his nose, and then he took a long, slow sip from his wine glass, never moving his gaze from mine.
My body lit up like a Christmas tree. I was so ready. I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair and opened my mouth, hungry for his tongue. The taste of our morning breath aside, this was a kiss to end all kisses. Epic, murderous. Under the humming arousal unfurling through my sleepy limbs was the dim awareness of how different Thor felt in my arms, against my lips. Different from other bodies I had held, different from other mouths I had tasted. But all that math added up to the following: different clearly equaled superior.
I grabbed his butt, squeezing it with both hands to pull him closer, to chase the friction he offered with each roll of his pelvis against mine. Our lips locked, tongues thrashing, and I didn’t want this moment to end.
Go? No, obviously what I had to do was quit hockey and drop out of school so I could spend the rest of my life in this bed. “Huh?”
When I heard the front door slam behind Cas, I broke out all over in shaky giggles. What just happened? Never, never had I done that before, been like that, felt like that. Teasing Cas was so easy, and fun, and for some reason he seemed to really, really like it.
When I’d looked at him before he went to bed last night, he’d made a soft little noise, somewhere between a sigh and a whine—and the best part was, I didn’t think he even realized he’d made it.
Thor sucked my entire brain out through my dick. He worked me like a pro. I had always suspected that people with dicks, who liked dick, were probably the best at giving head and I was having that theory confirmed tenfold.
the slutty little moan he gave almost sent me over the edge. It was a needy sound, a private sound, a sound just for me and him and what we were doing here.
Thor might be the one on his knees, but he was the god, and me the supplicant, utterly undone by his power.
My little Thunder God, I thought—cupping his cheek as he looked at me from below his thick lashes, eyes dark, possessive, and stormy.
Thor’s eyes too arresting to be stared at for long—like an eclipse.
His hands fell to my hips, pulling and squeezing, encouraging me deep, deep, deeper, until I exploded in his mouth and he sucked me dry. “Baby,”
I was also curious, and a little intimidated. This was my very first real-life naked male specimen. Would it be weird if I snuck a peek at his dick? I argued silently with myself for a bit. Sure, I didn’t have express permission to ogle him in his sleep. On the other hand, though, Thor had insisted we sleep au naturale, so maybe permission was implied?
To keep from legitimately gasping, I slapped my free hand over my mouth. Thor’s cock was fucking enormous. Even soft. Christ.
And he was uncut. That was interesting. A pleasant sort of nerves skittered across my skin, and I wanted to touch. Bad. I wanted to wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke it to full mast, feel it swell under my fingers, see the head poke out from its little sheath of skin, dripping precum, begging for affection. I wanted to see that monster dick hard and proud, framed by the deep vee of Thor’s narrow hips.
He had to wake up. Now. I let the sheet fall and shook him by the shoulder. “Hey.” “Unnf.” “Hey,” I said again. I shook him harder, and when that didn’t work, covered his face with kisses, letting my lips linger at the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose. Thor opened one eye. “What?” “Your dick is huge,” I blurted.
haha
Thor and I lazed in bed, touching and kissing, exploring the novelty of each other’s skin, and didn’t get dressed until three when we went out for an afternoon coffee and I suppose, our first actual date. We sat in the café, sipping coffee and making googly eyes at each other.
Thor was obviously kind of loner by nature, and shy—but the side of him I was seeing lately was confident and sexy. I felt kind of warm thinking maybe I brought that out in him.
Thor was still him, still my Thunder God, with his arresting eyes and shy smile that spoke of dirty intentions.
“What?” Cas asked, glancing at me. “What, what?” “You’re smiling.” I supposed I was. “You like me.” Cas huffed out a laugh. “No shit.”
They might be my family, but I still felt like Cas was my only ally in this house.
As I returned to my kneeling position, I tried not to make eye contact with his dick yet. I needed to steady myself,
In my fledgling gay porn adventures, I’d seen a lot of long dicks, but some of them, hand to God, looked like ET’s finger. You know, Ellllliiiooooot. Kind of horrifying. Thor’s was the opposite. Mesmerizing. Beautiful.
It hit me, then, that no one had ever touched Thor like this. I leaned forward and gave the head of his cock a tentative lick. Oh, fuck. At one taste I was immediately addicted,
Okay, so. Plainly, I loved the taste of Thor’s cum.
Cas had dressed casually, but looked devastating in a cream cable knit sweater over a flannel, and jeans that were tight enough to be fashionable, but loose enough that you could tell he thought he was straight when he bought them.
“I could tell the first time we touched,” I told him, rolling my hips to press against his hot body. “I felt it again, every time you came home from practice—sweaty,” I grabbed his ass, squeezing tight. “Glowing.” Beautiful. “I felt it when you carried me home from that awful party. Felt it when I kissed you. I knew.”
My little Thunder God might have me on my knees in the bedroom, but outside of that domain—I couldn’t even fathom it.
So, I decided to take my ass for a solo flight before I invited anyone else into the cockpit. Oh my God, what a horrible metaphor.
