“Yeah,” I reply with a frown.
“Well, I didn’t do much. Your great-great-great uncle courted me! Haha!” He laughs and leans on the sink. “He felt I was his fated mate, but he didn’t tell me until he was absolutely sure. It would have frightened me off if he said something so early. We spent a lot of time together before he made a move.”
Seb stares at the ceiling with fondness in his eyes. “At that point, I grew to care for him, support him, and he supported me. Falling in love with him was as easy as falling asleep.”
Envy blooms in my chest, but I’m mostly happy for my ancestor and his boyfriend, his fated mate. “But what about his lion form? Weren’t you scared?”
Seb shoots me a mischievous grin. “It made my pulse go up, but not from fear, if you know what I mean.”
He laughs and taps my arm, while I frown. “I know you have trouble holding your human form. The right person for you will accept all of you. Have you tried dating someone in the magic community?”
The only mage I’m remotely intrigued by is the guy who pissed me off the day we met. The words almost leave my lips, but I nod and step back. “It’s…all theoretical.”
“If you’re going out, do you want me and Kai to come and glamour you?”
“No! No chaperones, please!” I grunt in annoyance as Seb chuckles.
“I just want to help!”
“I’m not dating anyone, I swear!” I holler as I stride quickly to my room. Another half-truth. Seb knows I’m meeting up with someone, and that I want to date him. It would be easier to date someone who knows the real me, like Loxley. But we don’t have the connection I have with Speakeasy, a connection I need to see through.
That night, I wake in my massive bed with a problem. All this talk of relationships, boys, and potential intimacy has rendered me a frustrated turtle. Gazing down, I see the flesh flap underneath my shell, my groin area. I always sleep nude in my turtle form, and in the moonlight, I catch my problem?my hard problem.
My erection makes an appearance from under my groin flesh. When was the last time I got off?
A sigh leaves my lips. My date is in less than three days, and it’s not like I’m ready to be intimate with Speakeasy. Even if he likes me and my turtle form, I’m not about to jump in the sheets with my online buddy. That can be date two.
“Speakeasy…” I murmur. Taking my cock in hand, I harden even more. Jolts of pleasure go up and down my spine. I wonder what SE looks like? Does he have brown wavy hair? Is he short and skinnier? Does he have glasses?
Is he as sexy as Loxley Boysen? “Mm,” I rumble.
I stroke and stroke, my manhood reaching all the way up to my chest line. I’m a freak in every way. Why not add a massive, foot-long dick too?
My annoyance with my massive appendage isn’t important right now; all I care about is getting off. Images of Loxley Boysen unbuttoning his shirt fill my mind. Faster and faster I jerk. I imagine his smooth skin and abs. I see myself crawling over him in bed.Oh yes, that’s good.
That perfect pleasure peaks in my gut. The head of my reptilian dick flares and…
“Fuh…” I rasp. For several glorious moments, I coat my plastron chest with my spend.
There’s no guilt for the fact that I totally just jerked off to Loxley lying on his back for me. Who cares that I yelled at him the day we met? When a dude masturbates, there are no loyalties in the thicket of his fantasies.
Then I look down at my waning dick. The head is flared, like a mini umbrella. My member is a massive, green, misshapen freak of nature. What gay dude would want someone who looks like me? I sigh and allow the post-orgasm glow to take me to sleep. That’s a problem for another day.
I’m so fucking nervous right now. I confirmed with SE twice via Hot Water console messenger on my phone about the movie and time. Taking the bus here, I was able to cover my face with a medical mask and scarf to blend in with the crowd. No one cares that it’s late spring and I’m bundled up like I’m about to rob a store.
And SE agreed to meet me in the back of this theater. My foot won’t stop tapping, and my gloved hand twitches on the armrest. There’s an elderly couple in the second row, and no one else. The lights are dimming, the previews are starting, and I’m still alone. Why isn’t he here? Has he stood me up?
At that moment, I spot a petite, male figure walking up the stairs. It’s dark, so I can’t see his face. All I notice is his hands shoved into his hoodie. I’d judge him for almost hiding his skinny body, but that would make me a hypocrite. Sure, I’m hiding a turtle shell, but I can’t hold him to a standard that I’m not willing to follow.
When he looks up at me, his body relaxes with recognition. Could it be him? He bounds up the stairs to the back row, andmy heart stops. I can’t see his face, but every instinct is telling me it’s SE. And based on his silhouette, he’s sexy as hell.
My online buddy, my gay gamer friend, lives near me, and we’re about to watch a movie together. I might weep with joy.
“Hey. I’m Speakeasy,” he whispers quickly as he sits down. I still can’t make him out under his hood, and I lean back in my chair.
“I’m Coldblooded. Nice to finally meet you,” I whisper. We shake hands, and if he’s uncomfortable with my gloves, he says nothing.
“I’m…happy to be here,” he murmurs.
