Page 35 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

“Sneakily trying to find out how old I am now?” Jake gave him a grin, or what he thought of as a grin. Without a human face, it was a little difficult to make the right expressions.

“Maybe. I’m thirty-two.”

“I’m twenty-five. For a few more months, anyway.” A couple of years older than his friend Troy, an ogre, who was now dating a human. Most of his friends were finding their person.

They turned onto Jake’s street. In the morning, every wolf would smell Adam, and anyone awake would hear their footsteps and peek out their window. When he brought mythos home, it usually didn’t matter, but tonight he wondered what they’d say come daylight. There was no way he would let Adam leave on his own in case someone confronted him.

He walked up to the neat apartment block and unlocked the main door. “My place is down the end and to the left.”

He locked the door behind them, then followed Adam down the corridor and unlocked his apartment, glad that he hadn’t left a pile of dirty laundry on the floor… just a pile of clean laundry on the sofa. The sofa that divided the living room from the bedroom. The only door in the place was to the bathroom.

Bringing a human guest around made him realize how tiny his place was. It was fine for just him…

Adam stepped in and shut the door. He paused there for a moment.

“Do you need me to turn on a light?” Jake didn’t need one as there was enough ambient light for him to see well enough.

“No… I… This is actually happening. I don’t know what to do next.”

Jake ran a hand up Adam’s chest to cup his jaw. “I want to lick you. I can’t kiss you.”

“Yeah. I hadn’t thought about that. You can lick me. I guess we’ll work it out.” Then his hands were on Jake, sliding under his t-shirt.

Jake tasted the skin on Adam’s collarbone and licked up his neck with little flicks of his tongue. He tasted like lust and soap and whatever shaving cream he’d used. His cheeks were smooth, as if he’d shaved before going out. Jake breathed him in and let his claws trail over Adam’s chest and belly and then lower.

If he was going to freak out, Jake would much rather Adam do it sooner rather than later. Wanting something and getting it were very different things.

He palmed Adam’s very hard erection. Adam ground against him and kissed the corner of his mouth as though he didn’t care that Jake had something much closer to a muzzle. As they kissed and licked and teased, it didn’t matter that they were different kinds.

His dick grew hard enough to push out of its sheath, and he stopped wondering if Adam was going to panic and run away. He seemed into it.

Adam’s hand found its way into Jake’s pants. He hesitated when his fingers brushed Jake’s dick. “You’re not wearing underwear.”

“No need. My dick is usually tucked away.” Jake half expected Adam to pull away, since it was clear he was more wolf than human in his pants.

“Oh. I wondered…” Then Adam’s hand closed around Jake’s dick as though he was keen to explore.

Jake tugged off Adam’s jacket and shirt and worked open the fly of his jeans. He would like to wear nice jeans, but they didn’t make them to accommodate tails or werewolf legs, and while some teens modified them, he couldn’t be bothered. At work they had modified scrubs, and at home he wore track pants he cut to suit.

Adam took the hint and let go long enough to help Jake out of his clothes and then finished getting out of his jeans. In the process, Adam turned, putting Jake against the door, then he kissed his way down Jake’s furry chest. “Can I?”

“Yes.” He wasn’t about to say no. Werewolves couldn’t give blow jobs, and he always wanted to know what it was like. Adam’s lips slid around Jake’s dick, and his knees almost melted. Then Adam sucked, drawing him deeper.

Oh… Finally, he understood why guys liked this.

He glanced down to find Adam looking up. His tongue danced along the underside as he worked his mouth over the length.

Pressure built in his balls. “If you keep going…”

He did, as if all he wanted was for Jake to come. Adam caressed his balls and the sheath. Jake tipped his head back against the door and gave in, thrusting into Adam’s mouth.

Adam pulled back just as Jake came. He used his hand to keep working him as he spilled onto Adam’s chest. The knot formed, and Adam stroked that, too.

“I thought that might happen, and I had visions of it getting stuck in my mouth.” He gave the head of Jake’s dick a last lick and stood. Meanwhile, Jake wanted to slide to the floor.

“I would’ve pulled out.”

“I’ve heard that before.” He pressed against Jake, his cock grinding against the sheath and knot.