“No. Was going to do it at the con.”
“Are you sure you want—?”
Josh kissed him. His mouth slammed down on Nero’s, landing awkwardly and too hard. Nero allowed it. He opened for it, felt Josh’s tongue thrust inside, touch his teeth and the roof of his mouth. And he felt the grip of Josh’s hand in his hair and the scent of desire thick in the air.
Then Nero took control.
Chapter 13
JOSH DOVEinto the kiss with rushed desperation. He didn’t want either of them to change their minds. After a lifetime of overthinking or complete avoidance, Josh had landed in an upside-down world that left him no base from which to judge his actions. So he stopped weighing his every move, stopped thinking, and just went with his impulses. Which were to kiss Nero and do a whole lot more.
He landed hard and pushed inside. Nero caught him by the arms but did nothing to stop his thrusting tongue. Then Josh touched and tasted in a way that startled him. He’d been kissing girls since he was seventeen. Though he hadn’t had many girlfriends, he’d known how to do it. He understood his own movements and how to tease his partner. Except this time it seemed different, and not in a male/male way.
He tasted things more clearly, scented more sharply, and he learned things about Nero that he had never been able to discern with a girl. Like Nero’s coffee had been bitter and he hadn’t eaten anything else. Like there was an orange tang to the guy’s mouth and he smelled like winter pine and a wood fire.
Josh slowed down to focus on what he was experiencing, to let his mind pick apart what was new, what was old, and what was Nero. He teased along Nero’s teeth and dueled, tongue to tongue, for a time.
A very short time. Because just when he was dropping into thinking again—his ever-present analysis of experiences—Nero took over. Where before, Josh had been pressing down on a seated Nero, now Nero thrust upward. He stood, and though he was a couple of inches shorter than Josh, his body was broader, stronger, and the way he gripped Josh’s hips to bow him backward gave him the height advantage when they were fused mouth to mouth. And that didn’t even take into account how Josh’s mind completely shorted out when Nero ground their dicks together. Twin bulges separated by denim and zippers. Their clothing didn’t seem to make a difference as the heat built in Josh’s balls.
“You’re new at this, so we’re going to do it my way,” Nero said.
“That’s the idea,” Josh said as his head dropped back in pleasure. “This is for you.”
Nero wasted no time and putting his teeth to Josh’s neck, biting down gently as he scraped, then sucked, the skin. “Doesn’t work for me unless it’s good for you.”
Josh chuckled as he grabbed hold of Nero’s hair. “I’m okay with that.” Then he jerked the man’s head so that his mouth came away from Josh’s neck. Josh angled his mouth and went back in for a heavy kiss. The dueling was more forceful this time. It was hard and hot, but Josh won in that game. Until he didn’t.
He hadn’t even noticed that Nero’s hands had slid to his hips. And then abruptly, Josh felt his feet being kicked out from under him. He started to fall only to have Nero lift him up with enough force that he flew backward onto the bed.
Holy shit, he’d never done gymnastics with a girl. Turned out he liked it more athletic. So did Nero, who dropped down onto the bed, his thighs caging Josh’s hips.
“Strip,” Nero said. “Fast.”
Not a problem, except that Nero remained poised above him, looking all shadowy and hungry. It was the way the window threw fitful light onto the opposite side of the room. But it was also because Nero’s face was rough with dark beard and his mouth was pulled back enough to show his teeth.
“Is that a werewolf look?” Josh asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped.
Nero’s lips pulled back into a grin. “Yeah, it is. Want to see yours?”
Josh froze after shoving his jeans down off his hips. “I have a werewolf look?”
“You do.” Nero straightened up, pulling off Josh’s jeans as he went. Then he ditched his own clothing while Josh jerked off his T-shirt.
They were both naked, dicks jutting forward, the heads weeping with precum. The only difference was that Nero’s was surrounded by a thatch of dark black hair whereas Josh’s was lighter and was still manscaped. He’d done it in anticipation of this kind of exploration at the con. And now he was glad he’d bothered, as Nero’s eyes seemed to brighten in delight.
Nero dropped his hand—large and callused—running it gently through the hair while Josh reveled in the electric shocks of pleasure. “Nice,” Nero murmured. “Kind of gay, but I like it.”
Josh raised his eyebrows. “You do remember what we just did, right?”
Nero smiled. “That was pack sex.” He wrapped his big hand around Josh’s stalk and squeezed while Josh nearly jumped off the bed in surprise. Except he wasn’t going anywhere even as his hips started working on their own. Nero’s grip was solid, and his hand was huge. It felt like the guy was wrapping him up all over again. As if he was on the couch surrounded by him, smelling him, and—
“I’m going to get things started,” Nero said as he dropped his head down.
They were started. Hell, Josh worried that he was almost finished, especially when Nero neatly engulfed his dick with his mouth. He went fast, licking everywhere. Nero’s tongue circled around as he sucked, and then he pulled back, only to push into the hole at the top. It was wet and sloppy and thoroughly overwhelming.
Josh’s body took over, and he writhed on the bed as he thrust into Nero’s mouth. He made sounds too. Whimpers, moans, growls. Hell, he didn’t even know what came from him and what came from Nero, but it was all hot and wonderful.
But it was too fast, too much. He was going to blow too early, and so he grabbed for Nero’s head and tried to pull him off. But Nero was ahead of him, moving away as he flashed him that wolfish grin.
