A gay story: An Unexpected Arrival This is a story that predominantly features the relationship between a man and a catboy. However, given that it’s thematically mostly about a gay relationship, it felt more reasonable to put it in the Gay Men category. If you want your stories to be entirely in this world, and entirely about humans, this story aint that.
However, the sci-fi/fantasy elements aren’t really a huge driver of the story. There is also violence, as is so often the case in my stories. (You think that’s a statement on us?)
All characters are over 18.
An Unexpected ArrivalJack Valynce didn’t really mind quarantining, but he just wished that the government’s reasoning made some kind of sense. Had strange creatures from another dimension arrived? Sure.
Could they be carrying weird diseases? Apparently not – not a single one of them had any recognizable illness. So, the reason for quarantining the general population seemed suspect, but of all the things that the government was doing, that was the one Jack wasn’t going to complain about.
No, forcing the strange creatures not just to live amongst the general population but indeed, in their very homes – that was the thing he would complain about.
If he complained. Which he didn’t, because it didn’t do anything.
The television talking head yammered on about how the leaders of the “Fae Folk of Dimension 2714-B” had completed formation of their council. Which was great, because now it meant there were multiple governments to screw Jack over.
His screen flashed, and a blue window popped up over the news broadcast. A Mandatory Message had arrived. It started with a typo and got worse from there.
Congratulation citizen! You have been selected as a Cultural Envoy of the Democratic People’s Republic of America! You are now, officially, an honored representative of our government, our citizenry, and our way of life.
You have been assigned a Personal Liaison of the Fae Council, the representatives of the citizenry of Dimension 2714-B. This comes with an honorarium, and a substantial boost to your Social Credit!
Remember, your Personal Liaison is new to our world, and as a Cultural Envoy, you represent all of us!
If you feel you’ve been negatively affected by General Dispersal Order 2, please contact your Social Counsellor!
Have a great day!
Jack really wanted to throw a brick through the screen, but he’d spent a lot of time assembling a monitor that didn’t monitor him, and also didn’t actually read the Mandatory Messages out loud in that ingratiating voice.
He rubbed his face and shook his head. “No man, no fucking way.”
This shouldn’t have been possible for a lot of reasons, and the fact that it had happened disturbed the hell out of him. He could try to raise an alarm, or he could just leave. Nobody would notice him breaking quarantine with his bag, they’d assume he was delivering something. He headed to his kitchen and pulled open his knife drawer, when he heard a knock on the door.
Well, there went all of those plans, he thought as he slammed the drawer shut.
“Not possible,” he muttered and pulled out his phone. Maybe he forgot about a package headed his way.
The image on his door cam was kind of insane. First, it looked like a guy wearing cat ears. Second, he was dressed in hospital scrubs and looked like he’d just escaped an asylum. Not that Jack was dressed much better – quarantine meant soft pants and t-shirts.
Maybe all this fairy nonsense was literally that, and these were metal defectives who couldn’t distinguish between the regular world and the inside of a madhouse. Although given the state of the regular world, even Jack found it confusing.
The small guy looked at the door cam more directly. He had large eyes, shaggy brown hair that fell down below his jaw, and brown ears on the top of his head. His features were so delicate that Jack wondered if he was only assuming that the government wouldn’t send a woman to live with him.
The creature bit his lip and knocked again, while a sense of desperation spread across his features.
Jack sighed and trudged to the door, then opened it.
“Wrong apartment, probably,” Jack said.
The fae kin in front of him was just an inch or so over five foot, and Jack was high enough above six foot that the cat ears came to just above his chin. The fae creature’s face flushed red.
“I’m sorry sir, this is, this is apartment 617. It is where they told me to go.”
The fae spoke in a soft, rather high-pitched voice. It could’ve been a girl, but Jack really doubted that the system would’ve screwed up that much. He was a little surprised the fae spoke English, but also didn’t care enough to ask about it.
“This is a bad idea,” he told the cat guy.
The cat guy looked down, bit his lip, and then looked around the hall.
“Where’s your stuff?” Jack asked, noticing the empty hall.
The fae looked down at himself and then shrugged.
Jack sighed and nodded. Of course he’s destitute. Well, can’t leave him out there like that. “Well, fuck.” He stepped aside and gestured to him. “C’mon in.”
The catboy quickly darted into the apartment, and ran over to the kitchen table, as he looked around wide-eyed.
Jack furrowed his brow and approached him with a hand to shake. “Jack. Jack Valynce.”
The fae turned around and took his hand and licked it, before he hissed.
Jack yanked his hand back and shouted, “What the fuck!”
His new roommate recoiled, his already large blue eyes wide with fear. “I am sorry, sir! I was greeting you!”
“Oh,” Jack nodded and wiped his hand on his pant leg with a sigh. “I… didn’t catch your name, at all.”
Hisses, a snap, and more hisses. Jack sighed again. “Okay, out of all that I got, ‘Skye’ – how’s that? You like Skye?”
Skye thought for a moment and nodded with a grin, which showed off his enlarged canines.
“So, let’s try this again Skye,” Jack said and held out his hand. “You grip my hand.”
Skye took the proffered hand.
“And you move up, then down a couple quick times,” Jack said before he demonstrated. “That’s called a handshake.”
Skye nodded and then shimmied and looked uncomfortable. “Thank you, sir.” He shook his hips.
“Something the matter there, Skye?”
“My tail is trapped.”
The bigger man chuckled, “Yeah, those hospital scrubs probably not made for fae folk. Maybe there’s some way to modify them?”
The catboy nodded and smiled, and then removed his pants without a word. Jack couldn’t help but notice that his furred legs ended in feet instead of paws, but feet that were more furry than human. They were similar to his clawed hands. He looked away too late to avoid noticing his small pouch and tiny uncut cock. His midsection was apparently more human, giving an overall appearance akin to furred socks and gloves.
Also, one mystery was definitively solved.
“Why?” Jack asked with a groan, fresh with the knowledge of what catboys packed down south.
“Hrmm?” Skye asked in return as he poked a hole in the butt of his pants.
“Nudity is frowned upon in the human world,” Jack said with a gesture toward his body.
“Oh, sorry, yes, they said that,” he replied and put his pants back on. “I’m still… I’m sorry, sir.”
“You don’t need to call me sir. Look uh,” he said and gestured toward his kitchen. “You want anything to eat?”
Skye stared at him for long enough that Jack started to wonder if fae ate humans, before he replied, uncertainly, “Yes?”
“What is it?”
“They… they said that you – that I’m only allowed to eat what you say I can eat.”
“Yeah, I mean, that’s… None of this food is free, you get me?”
“Not really.”
“You trade things for food, right?”
“Oh, yes.”
“So, it’s not free.”
“Oh, I see.”
Jack stared at the catboy for a long time, as he tried to figure out if the guy was messing with him. He eventually came to the realization that this young kid was probably scared out of his mind and didn’t know what was going on in an alien world.
“No offense, you look young. How old are you anyway?” Jack asked.
“76 seasons,” Skye replied as he walked into the kitchen and looked around at the cabinets.
Jack did some math in his head, and replied, “If anyone else asks, you’re 19 years old. That’s… that’s how we count that.”
“Our seasons are longer than yours, but it’s probably close enough,” he said with a nod, then asked, “How old are you?”
“Thirty-one. Years, not seasons.”
Skye nodded, and then shrugged, “I have no idea if you look young, I’m sorry.”
Jack laughed and shook his head, then went into a cabinet and pulled out a can of meat. He opened the canned meat and shook it out on a cutting board, then went to get a knife.
When he turned back, Skye had taken a bite from it, and held the rest of it in his hands as he chewed.
“Skye.”
The catboy looked at him and swallowed nervously. “Yes, sir?”
Jack started to object again but just skipped past that to, “We usually cook food first.”
“It’s not raw,” Skye said as he held it up toward Jack, who just laughed again.
“I know it’s… there’s a lot of foods we cook twice. That’s one of them. I mean, my god, cold canned meat. I’m shocked you can stomach it.”
“It’s good!” he said and took another big bite.
“You should try it cooked, it’s incredible,” Jack said with another laugh and went to the living room. After everything that happened, cooling down with some meaningless entertainment sounded great.
Soon, Skye joined him in the living room, and stood next to the couch.
Jack gave it a minute and then turned to Skye. “Okay, do you… do you not know how couches work?”
“I… I don’t know what I’m allowed to do, sir.”
“You don’t have to – okay, so look. I know this is awkward for both of us – you know what, actually you’re right. I should show you around.”
Jack stood up and gestured for Skye to follow, and he returned to the dining room and kitchen. “Entry, dining room, kitchen. You’ve seen these.” He gestured to the living room as they headed to the hall. “Living room, futon. These are all common areas. Feel free to use as you wish.”
The first door in the hall he opened, “This is the bathroom. Also common.”
“What’s it for?”
Jack breathed in deeply and turned to Skye. “You know what the phrase ‘go to the bathroom’ means?”
Skye furrowed his brow. “We don’t excrete waste the same way you do.”
“Well, whatever you do, and however you do it,” he hooked a thumb toward the bathroom. “Do it in here. The toilet flushes waste away, but only put organic stuff in it. The shower is for cleaning the dirt off your skin.”
Skye nodded, and the tour moved on. The next door Jack opened had a desk with a computer on it, and a workout machine. “This is my office slash gym. It is not a common area. Do not enter unless I invite you in.”
He moved on to the next door. “This is my room. Also not common. Please don’t go in unless I’m in here. And knock first. Any questions?”
Skye bit his lip and looked around, “Where do I sleep?”
Jack walked back to the living room and showed him how the futon pulled out, and then was pushed back. “It’s not comfortable, but you know, life’s imperfect.”
Skye nodded and smiled, “That’s very true.”
Jack sat down and patted the futon next to him. “So how the hell did you end up in our world anyway? The news reports are light on details.”
Skye joined him on the futon and shook his head. “I don’t really remember exactly how I made the trip, but… the humans on the other side said I shouldn’t tell anyone.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Yeah, of course they did. Anyway, it’s probably not a big deal. You probably shouldn’t tell if they said not to.” He paused briefly. “Look, you want to watch a show or a movie or something?”
Skye looked at the screen then back to Jack. “What’s that?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen a movie? Just you wait -” Jack said and threw on a movie that he’d watched not long ago and really enjoyed, mostly because it featured a load of scantily clad females kicking monster ass. It was bombastic, easy to follow, and he thought it was rather a lot of fun.
Skye barely moved the entire time, staring slack jawed at the screen. When it ended, he practically exploded in words. “That was incredible! Did that really happen? How does your magic mirror work? It gave me an idea,” he gestured toward his scrubs. “Can I change these clothes more?”
Jack decided to skip past all the boring questions and just laughed. “They’re your clothes, go for it.”
The catboy sliced the legs of his scrubs off, so that they were as short as some of the booty shorts that the characters in the movie wore.
“Is this okay?”
Jack decided that since it was too late anyway, it wasn’t really a great idea to mention how much of Skye’s crotch he could see up the leg of the shorts. “Yeah, it’s fine. Those are uh, kind of temporary clothing. Well not temporary, but cheap. We should get you something more permanent.”
“They told me not to leave,” Skye replied with a frown.
“Yeah, there’s a quarantine. But we can shop online and have it shipped without leaving.”
“Oh! Then… this is also, ‘not free’ right?”
Jack sighed and leaned back against the futon. “Man, nothing’s free. You’re going to cost me a lot of money, but that’s just how it goes. I don’t know any way around it.”
Skye pulled up his knees and rested his chin on it. “This world is so different from mine. Money is so important here.”
Jack just nodded, pulled his phone out and tapped through some things as he spoke. “And what happens on your world when you don’t have the things you need to survive?”
“Well, nothing good, I guess?”
Jack held his phone out with a big green button on it. “Hit the green button.”
Skye looked at him, then his phone, and hit the button with only a hint of trepidation.
The phone chimed and had a friendly message thanking him for placing the order. “Now in about three hours we’ll get eggs, bacon, and bread, along with a few more cans of meat delivered. While we watch a movie.”
Skye considered that for a few seconds and then nodded in understanding. “So, it’s not all bad.”
“Not by a long shot. C’mere, let me show you how to shop for clothing.”
The catboy bounced on the couch over to Jack and curled up alongside his chest to look down into the phone. Jack looked down at him in consternation. “So personal space – aw, fuck, you’re a cat, aren’t you?”
Skye grinned and said in mock surprise, “Who, me? A cat? What shocking things you say!”
Jack gently pushed him back to give himself a little breathing room and held the phone between them. “Okay, so here’s how you look through the clothes. To start with, let’s get you some kind of pants, and a shirt, and… well you don’t need socks or shoes right. How about underwear?”
Skye looked deeply uncertain. “Do I have to?”
“Nah, man, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Jack said with a chuckle. “But if you’re not wearing underwear, you’re going to want to stick to shorts that don’t have zippers. Trust me on that.”
“Ooh, I like that,” he pointed.
“That’s… that’s women’s clothing.”
“So?”
Jack thought for a moment. “Well, they might be uncomfortable in the crotch. Tell you what, I’m sure we can find something that looks like this, but is meant for, uh…”
“Catboys?” Skye asked with a bright smile.
Jack laughed. “I mean, that’s…” he started, before he thought about it. “Actually, wait, fae folk showed up a few months back, maybe you’re right.” He flipped through, hit a few search terms, and found something. “Well, I’ll be damned. And based on what we’re seeing, I assume a lot of you catboys think alike.”
“Ooh, I like these!” Skye pointed to some elastic shorts, and then scrolled down and found a shirt to go with it. “And this!”
“So, add to cart, see that button? Okay tap that, and then – yeup, that and there you go. I’ll go ahead and order these, and if you like them, we can order more later,” he assured the young fae while ruefully noting that the clothes he picked showed even more skin than what he was wearing right now. It wasn’t up to Jack to dress him, so he shouldn’t care, but the energy that was just pouring off Skye already bothered him.
And that was before Skye pressed against him and started purring.
Jack froze for a few moments, before he slowly put his arm around Skye’s shoulders. “Uh, I assume that’s a good sound? Like with cats?”
“Mmhmm! It’s how I say thanks!” he chirped.
“I see,” the man replied. “So, if I do this,” and he started to scratch Skye’s head behind his ears. The catboy collapsed onto his lap and purred even louder. Jack could feel his cheeks burn, as that wasn’t the reaction he was really expecting. Though, in retrospect, he wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he was expecting. “Uh, how about we watch something?”
Skye nodded from Jack’s lap. “That sounds great!” He shifted onto his side, remaining in Jack’s lap.
“Uhm, did you… uh, want to stay there?”
“Your lap is very warm, and comfortable,” Skye nodded without looking up at him.
“I mean, we kind of just met,” Jack said with an awkward grimace.
“So? I’m sorry, sir, is this rude?” He sat up and turned to Jack with a concerned expression.
Jack sighed. “Why do you call me sir?”
“Because you’re older than me?”
He decided not to argue that point. “Skye, it’s not a question of rudeness, it’s that… strangers here don’t behave this way. Well, that’s not entirely true, some strangers do. A lot of strangers do maybe, but this stranger doesn’t,” he hooked his thumb at his chest.
“Do you not like it?” Skye looked disappointed, which made Jack realize that the emotional manipulation of cats was a tiny bit less fun when it came from a person. It didn’t help that this cat was too adorable to lie to.
“I guess, you know, I do like it, but… it’s sort of like if someone walked into your cold cave with a bright fiery torch. On the one hand, hey, warmth and light, that’s great. On the other hand, your cave is filled with gunpowder.”
Skye bit his lip and thought about that, though he spoke with a tone of confusion. “I don’t really know what that means. But it sounds like you don’t know how to feel because you don’t know me.”
Jack nodded, though that didn’t seem to quite fit what he was trying to get at. Then he wondered if maybe it did. Then he thought how great it would be to not think about any of this confusing mess.
“Yeah, aight, well, Imma head out,” he said as he grunted and stood up. “I’ve got a gaming rig in my room that’s calling my name, you know what I mean?”
“No.”
“Right, well, anyway, good night,” he said and left the living room. He wasn’t lying about the rig in his bedroom being an amazing gaming machine. Even without quarantine, he didn’t get out of his apartment much, and it was one of the few things that kept him sane.
At this particular moment though, it was not the graphics card in his computer that was utilizing its full power. It was his network card, which he used to download high-definition porn.
Jack pulled his soft pants down around his thighs as his seven-inch cock stiffened. He grabbed a small tube of lube that was tucked in a drawer, squirted a little on his hand, and stroked himself to full hardness.
The video he was watching featured a curvaceous Latin woman with a thick ass getting railed by a guy even bigger than he was. Porn had taught him all the wrong things, so it had surprised him in the past when the women he dated refused to do anything beyond vanilla with his tool.
A knock on his door interrupted him. He was thankful that soft pants were easy to pull up and he muted and minimized everything.
Jack opened the door, but kept his hips hidden behind it. “Something wrong, Skye?”
Skye was making some kind of attempt at looking casual. “Can… I watch you play your game?”
Surely Skye knew what a guy would be up to in his alone time. But he also realized he had no idea what cat people got up to in their free time. Also, most cats hated it when you left the room without them. He decided the easiest thing to do was to humor him and nodded. “Yeah, sure, no problem.”
Jack booted up a complex strategy game, hoping that the density of it would bore the catboy. Skye instead watched in rapt attention from the bed, for hours. He seemed genuinely interested and asked a lot of questions.
Eventually though, Jack felt the pull of sleep. “Alright Skye, seriously this time, now I just need to go to bed. So, good night.”
Skye nodded and hopped off the bed, but before he left, he turned back. “Jack, I’m really glad it was you that answered that door. Thank you for letting me. Really, for everything.”
Jack wasn’t sure what to make of all that, but he genuinely appreciated the gratitude, and his tone softened. “You’re welcome, Skye. Get some sleep.”
Jack awoke to the screeching of his fire alarm, which got him out of bed and out of the door of his room before he’d even fully gained consciousness. Before he left the hall to enter the kitchen, he realized he had his sidearm in his hand. He kept the sidearm hidden behind the corner as he leaned out.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, hoping the catboy wouldn’t ask why he wasn’t coming into the kitchen.
Skye didn’t ask, because he was in full panic mode, and the alarm had not helped him. It appeared that toast was burning in the toaster oven, while eggs were burning on the stove.
Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll go get pants on,” he said and hurried back to his room, where he put his weapon away.
He figured a shirt was unnecessary, since he was in a rush, so he ran out in just his soft pants. He heard a screeching yelp, so he went into the bathroom and grabbed his first aid kit. When he got to the kitchen, Skye was running his hand under tap water, while the toaster oven was open and the grill partly out.
“Hot, huh?” Jack asked as he quickly turned off the toaster oven, turned on the hood fan above the stove, and moved the eggs to an off burner.
Skye made a high-pitched whine and held up the hand that he burnt his finger, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.
Jack set the first aid kit to the side, but as he glanced back, the finger was glowing, as though a light had been implanted in it. And then Skye gave a sigh of relief and shook his hand out.
“Whew.”
Jack put the first-aid kit away, gestured to Skye. “Explain.”
“What? Oh,” Skye said and gestured toward the stove. “I wanted to make eggs and toast. I looked it up, but I missed some details.”
“No, but your finger. How’d you do that?”
“Oh, that? Uh… I learned a little bit of the Art. I’m lucky that I could even do that, I haven’t gathered any mana since I arrived.”
Jack had several more questions, but his brain was short circuited when he noticed that Skye was wearing a very short sundress with spaghetti straps.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Jack asked in irritation.
“A… dress?” Skye replied, as he looked down at and tugged at the skirt. “Like it?”
Jack smirked. “My mistake, I should’ve been specific. That one’s on me.” He paused, and restated, “From where did you obtain this dress?”
Skye avoided eye contact and mumbled, “The store you showed me.”
“Where’s my phone?” Jack asked, then looked around and spotted it on the counter and grabbed it. He quickly flipped through the history on the shopping app, where it showed someone had clicked ‘Get It Right Now, This Very Instant!’ and express shipped a dress. “Did you buy anything else?”
Skye shook his head in silence. When Jack looked back to admonish him, he saw the catboy’s bright blue eyes wide with fear, and his lip quivering. Jack was again defeated by the softness of this fae creature that was probably a con artist. Though that wasn’t really fair and, he had to admit, he was sick of assuming the worst of people all of the time.
“Hey, it’s not… that big of deal,” Jack said with a sigh.
Skye lowered his head and breathed a few times, to calm himself.
Jack moved closer and put his arm around his shoulder. “You know, you’re safe here, right? Even if I get upset, I’m not going to like, hurt you or anything. Plus, I’m not even-”
Skye threw his arms around Jack’s bare chest and squeezed his face against his skin, his breath quickened. Jack put his arms around the lithe fae and squeezed him tight. “You broke my rules, yes. But you also snuck into my room, got my phone, got it unlocked, and left without waking me up. I have to admit, I’m too impressed to be actually upset with you.”
The young fae laughed into his chest and smiled, before he wiped his eyes. “I’m glad you’re not upset. I really am sorry, it just kind of happened. You said only enter if you were there, and knock, and I did both, but very quietly, and I wanted to wake you, but when I pointed the phone at you to tell you, it unlocked. And you were having such a wonderful dream, I didn’t want to bother you.”
Jack couldn’t help but smile at the words tumbling out of him so rapidly, but then furrowed his brow in confusion. “You saw my dream?”
He shrugged, but without breaking the hug. “Sort of? We feel emotions about things like that.”
“Huh. I don’t even remember it,” Jack admitted, and then coughed and pulled back from the hug. “Okay, Skye, so, when I said ‘knock’ it means loud enough for me to hear, right?”
“I know. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast,” Skye tugged the corner of his mouth.
Jack ruffled his hair. “Well, it’s okay. We can start over, and this time I can show you the things you missed. And maybe we should add some bacon.”
Skye nodded eagerly. Jack showed him that while there was more than one way to cook bacon, he preferred to bake it, as it was easier. Then how the toaster oven worked, and finally how to whip up some scrambled eggs.
Jack finished putting away the bowl they mixed the eggs in and leaned over Skye to look at the eggs. “Yeah, see? Nice and fluffy.”
Skye leaned back against his bare chest, and his tail flicked around the back of his legs. Jack’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly caught his breath to control his breathing. He didn’t quite know how to respond, so he just rested a hand on Skye’s shoulder.
“You’re uh… you’re a natural. At this. Cooking, I mean,” Jack managed to stammer out.
“Well, I don’t know about that. I think I just have a pretty good teacher.”
Jack gave him a fake laugh as anxiety bubbled out and he glanced over his shoulder, “Oh right plates,” he said as an excuse and stepped away to grab a couple of plates. “Plating is an important part of the meal.”
“Oh? Are you a chef?” Skye asked with a toothy grin.
Jack chuckled as he plated the eggs and bacon and toast, more carefully than the breakfast really deserved. “Oh, nah, I just watch a lot of cooking shows. I’m a boring software engineer, at a boring software company.”
Skye laughed. “I see! Well, you’re good at this, I think. Why is plating so important?”
Jack took the plates over to the table and set them down and turned to Skye with a grin. “Well, you eat with your eyes first, they say.”
The fae stepped close to him, much closer than he would’ve preferred, and lowered his voice. “Because, if you see something delicious, it makes you hungry.”
Jack swallowed and nodded, “Yes.”
“And if it looks good, you should eat it? Even if you normally wouldn’t like it?”
Jack smiled, “One should uh, be open to new experiences. You know?” He coughed and glanced at the plates, “But uh, breakfast gets cold fast. So, you know, hot is better.”
“Oh, I do enjoy it hot,” Skye said with a laugh and whirled around fast enough for the skirt to fly up and reveal his bouncy, unclad rear.
Jack nodded slowly and sat at the table to eat. Maybe he should have worn a shirt and avoided sending the wrong signal.
“So, what does a software engineer do?” Skye asked as he ate.
“On the one hand, it’s crazy interesting because I turn pure thought-stuff into a tangible product that helps millions of people. On the other hand, it’s crazy boring because I’m just staring into a monitor and typing.” Jack smirked as he repeated his practiced line, and ate some eggs. “So, I try not to bore people with the details.”
Skye laughed and nodded.
Jack tilted his head to the side. “What did you do? On the other side?”
“I was… advised to not try to explain our world to humans,” Skye spoke haltingly and then sighed and shook his head. “But… I was a courier. We don’t have the machines you have for speaking to people. So, I ferried messages around. Like you, interesting because you sometimes go deep into the halls of power. Boring, because you have to just leave again.”
Jack finished his breakfast and stood with a stretch. “Well, want to watch another show?”
He let Skye pick the movie this time, based on the poster images in the app. The fae chose an anime that Jack hadn’t seen before, apparently about some kind of space firefighters. It was a little bit spicier than he expected, the two male leads spent an unexpected amount of time with lips locked, but Skye raised no complaint.
Midway through the movie, he again laid across Jack’s lap, which made Jack instinctively pet his head, and Skye purred loudly at this. He did enjoy the catboys purrs, so he just smiled and kept up the pets, as his other hand rested on the fae’s waist.
Skye’s tail whipped back and forth, and around his wrist. It felt like it was urging his hand downward, and as Jack continued to pet with his left, his right gently slid down along the sundress, and stroked Skye’s thigh. Everything about him was so soft.
The catboy shifted his leg so that Jack’s hand was stroking the bare, hairless skin of his ass, and his purr increased in volume when Jack touched him. Part of him wanted to say something, but no words were forming his brain. He stroked the skin lightly, and his fingers pushed the edge of the sundress higher up Skye’s waist, which revealed even more of his soft bubble butt.
After a few minutes of petting and stroking, Skye purred quite happily, as his sundress had inched up to around his waist. His small cock was rock hard, and each time Jack stroked his skin, it twitched, and dripped more precum onto the futon.
His breath caught in his throat, and Jack realized that his cock harder than he’d been maybe in his whole life. His cock wasn’t easy to miss when he was hard, but Skye hadn’t said anything, so he didn’t say anything. This entire situation was entirely new to him, and his brain wasn’t doing him any favors by reacting very slowly to it.
Apparently, Skye found that unsatisfactory as he raised himself up, pulled the front of Jack’s pants down and sucked the length of his cock into his mouth.
Stars exploded in Jack’s vision and grabbed the back of Skye’s head and his hip, gripping him tight. “Oh, god,” he groaned. The will to do anything drained out of him, as Skye bobbed up and down, taking his cock all the way into his throat.
His lips tightened around his hard rod as his tongue rubbed and swirled, which Jack had never felt before. When he reached the tip, he sucked hard, drinking the precum that flowed, before he swallowed again.
It was incredible, and everything Skye was doing made each minute of it feel like he’d reached a new level of heaven. Jack reached down and started to rub Skye’s small cock with his fingertips, just to give him a little something back.
Skye increased his tempo, and when Jack’s cock hit his throat, the fae paused and squeezed and swallowed.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned. His breathing quickened, and he gripped the back of his head and rolled his hips up in time to Skye’s tempo. He couldn’t last long like this. “Oh god, Skye, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Skye sank to the root of his cock and swallowed repeatedly as Jack exploded in orgasm, and filled his mouth and throat with cum. As he pulled back off of his cock, Skye slurped and sucked, then lifted his head and let out a loud groan.
He scrambled off of Jack’s lap and pulled his sundress off, tossing it aside, as he pressed his face to the futon and shook his ass at Jack.
After that mind blowing orgasm, quick as it was, Jack wasn’t sure he would ever get hard again, much less immediately.
“Oh sir, you teased my clitty so hard, please, fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big cock, I need it in me!”
Well, that worked.
Jack licked two fingers and rubbed the saliva into Skye’s rear entrance, while his tail flicked around. The catboy squirmed and gasped, and pumped his hips as Jack opened him up. It didn’t take much encouragement though, and Jack was already able to add a third finger.
“Mmm, sir,” Skye whined. “Please, I need it, I need your cock in my ass, I want it so bad! I’ll do anything you want, please fuck me!”
The slut’s pleadings had the desired effect on Jack, and he pressed the thick head of his cock into the catboy’s stretched ass. As he slowly pushed himself deeper, Skye gasped and clawed at the futon, then groaned loudly.
When he bottomed out in him, the young fae’s ass clenched around him like a hot vise. He slowly pulled back and when just the tip was inside, he sank deep, and started to fuck him hard. Skye gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head, and he rocked back against Jack in rhythm with him.
Jack had a lot of sex, even if not recently, but he’d never felt anything like this. His balls slapped against Skye’s small pouch as the catboy sunk his body to the futon, while he kept his ass raised to give Jack easy access. Skye’s tail wrapped around Jack’s muscular torso, and his entire body shuddered as he climaxed.
His ass tightened again, which made Jack exclaim, “Oh god, your ass is so good!” As he felt his edge near, he groaned and slowed his thrusts.
“Make it yours, sir, fill it full of your hot cum!”
And that worked as well, pushing Jack right over the edge. He grabbed Skye’s hips and yanked him back, as he sank his cock deep inside of him. He came again, filling his fae lover with his warm spunk, as he took several deep breaths.
He slowly pulled back out of him, pulsing one more time to splash a little cum on gaped hole of his catboy’s ass.
“Mmmmm, I want more,” Skye whined as he turned on Jack.
Jack rested on his elbows as he breathed deeply, and just laughed. “Well, that kind of performance is hard to top for us mortals, I’m afraid.”
Skye had collected his own cum in his hand, and he rubbed it over Jack’s cock and balls, which made him sit up quickly.
“What’re you doing?” Jack asked with some alarm.
Skye winked and gripped his cock, which was already springing to life. Jack’s crotch felt very warm, and the usual sensitivity faded as he felt the renewed pleasure of Skye’s hot mouth enveloping the thick head of his cock. And suddenly all of his exhaustion and satisfaction left him, and he became horny again.
His mind whirled in confusion, but all of that was soon replaced by overwhelming need. Skye whirled around and shook his ass as he flicked his tail back and forth.
Jack surged forward over him and pushed one of Skye’s knees up, and with his other hand pushed his shoulder down. Jack mounted him from the side, instead from directly behind him, and hilted his cock into his soft ass in one shove.
Skye tightened on Jack and yowled in pleasure as the catboy climaxed almost immediately.
“Oh sir, fuck my slutty ass!”
Jack grunted, and slapped his ass as he hammered into him, his cock spearing the catboy’s tight entrance, and stretching him open.
“God, it’s so fuckin good,” Jack groaned. His cock was hard a steel rod, and the sensation of Skye’s tight ass drew all of his attention.
Minutes melted away and the pleasure built up, further and further, burning a fire inside of him. He felt he could go all night, plowing him deeper, driving his pleasure higher. The young fae tightened down on him again, as if he wanted his cock to never leave. Jack pulled all the way back and drove himself hard into his tightness, jiggling his ass as he pounded him.
Skye let out a high-pitched cry and climaxed again. “Oh, I love it, my ass is made for your cock!”
His lover’s encouragement sent an entirely new sensation through Jack that he couldn’t explain. He shifted his hips and increased his tempo, which Skye quickly matched, humping back as much as he could. The renewed vigor didn’t bother him, but quite the opposite, as the catboy squeaked out a new encouraging noise each time Jack’s tool bottomed out in him.
Jack felt the edge approach, and it felt massive, as though his whole body might explode. He slowed down, thrust deeply into Skye before he drove himself as deep as he could, and poured his climax into him.
Jack laid on the futon for a few minutes, absolutely drained of life. He was pretty sure he hadn’t fallen asleep, but he knew he had to get up and take a shower. As he sat up, Skye tried to press his face to his or something, so he pushed his face out of the way and clambered off of the futon.
When the warm water of the shower hit his skin, it was revelatory. Perhaps climaxing that hard three times in a row increased the strength of the post-nut clarity. He had just had sex with a catboy, and there were a whole host of problems with that.
Jack hadn’t touched another living soul in so long, surely it was a combination of touch starvation and cabin fever that drove his horniness. Or maybe it was some other weird fluke. He hadn’t seen another person in a long time.
Something about that bothered him. He hadn’t seen another person in a long time, and now he saw Skye, and he couldn’t deny that the young fae was cute. But he really wasn’t his type.
Or so he thought.
Right?
After what had just happened, it felt kind of stupid to talk about types.
After the shower, he dried off, combed his hair and went to his bedroom to get dressed. He was going to have to have a hard conversation with Skye about all of this, and he wasn’t going to be dressed in soft pants and shirtless when he did so.
He wore his usual – tac pants, boots and a performance t-shirt that was stretched across his muscular frame. A few deep breaths, and he was ready to tell Skye the bad news – that he couldn’t legally kick him out, but this was a mistake, and they were going to have to acknowledge that.
Jack left the hall and found Skye was already dressed again in his sundress, which he was playing with the hem of as he sat on the futon. Tears streaked down his face, and he quickly wiped them away and looked up at Jack.
Jack had been shot in the past, and between that feeling and what he felt in this exact moment, he much preferred the former. Unimaginable physical pain was easier to manage than seeing this adorable catboy so wounded.
Well, so much for his big plan. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Skye yelled at him, but instead, words started to pour out of him.
“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed so hard. It’s the dress, isn’t it? I thought, maybe you might like it, but I shouldn’t have,” he tugged at the hem and looked down at it and bit his lip. His voice lowered to a whisper. “Please don’t send me away.”
Jack sighed and sat down next to him. “Skye, I legally can’t send you anywhere. That’s why this is such a bad idea. If it doesn’t work out, if you find out something about me and you hate me, you can’t leave. And I can’t leave.”
Skye shook his head as he stared at his lap. “I don’t think there’s a world between yours and mine where I… where it wouldn’t work out.”
“But…” Jack started, but his words left him, and he could only caress the young fae’s face.
“It’s okay to try,” Skye whispered and closed his eyes and pushed his face into his palm, before he opened his big blue eyes to gaze at him.
Jack moved close to the young fae, and felt his hot breath against his lips, and closed his eyes as he leaned closer –
An alarm screeched from under the couch, which made Skye leap backward across the futon, and jerked Jack’s attention away. After a moment of realization, he screamed an expletive and dove under the couch to pull a phone out.
There were multiple items that Jack had stashed around his apartment that were useful in the event that the ProAm government discovered that in Apartment 617 lived someone who believed that people should be free from their oppressive Program, but who they had simply labelled ‘a terrorist.’
This phone wasn’t connected to the usual cellular network, but an entirely different one, and the only reason it would ring is because someone from that network of cells wanted to speak to him.
It would not be good news. Jack put the phone up to his ear and headed toward the kitchen.
The voice on the other side was crisp and clear. “The Electric Eye looks down on you. Full tac inbound, ETA twenty minutes.”
A brief pause.
“Maybe less,” the voice admitted. “You have been compromised.”
Jack pulled open a cabinet and reached deep in the back of it to remove a coffee can, which he took to the front door.
The voice continued. “The compromise is with you right now and can probably hear everything I’m saying.”
Jack locked eyes with Skye, as he opened the door. The fae catboy looked ready to burst into tears and looked away, confirming that he was listening. “Get your pants on and go to the office!” Jack barked at him, before he continued to the voice. “Intentional?”
“Probably accidental. He’s a criminal, and his council traced him to your apartment.”
Jack went outside and pulled a small vent off the wall next to his door, put the coffee can in on its side with the lid facing out, and then closed up the vent and went back inside.
“So why the team? Why not just pick him up?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“Oh, you mean like they saw him sitting there casually on your monitor?”
Jack stopped in his tracks as Skye watched him from the hall and squeezed the phone so tight the glass on the front cracked. That was what had bugged him in the shower – he forgot to update his monitor feedback loop to include footage of him and Skye doing normal roommate things.
Instead, the “monitor” would show him, by himself, doing normal things with not a single fae creature in sight. If one looked closely at the footage, it wasn’t hard to detect the telltale signs of a feedback loop.
A monitor feedback loop meant you were Off Program. Being Off Program meant ProAm would send a team of agents in full tactical gear to your door. Unlike the catboy, he was not destined for prison.
“A word of warning. Intentional or no, fucking watch him. His kind can make things… happen,” the voice added before it finished with, “X-Ray, Yankee, Four, Seven, Seven, Bravo, Whiskey, Happy Hunting.”
Jack threw the phone as hard as he could, and it shattered against the wall, before he yanked the silverware drawer out of the kitchen and threw it behind himself. “Fuck!” he bellowed as he reached into the empty drawer slot and pulled out a toothed metal tool.
Skye pressed himself against the wall as he walked past him and into the office. He slid open the closet door and jammed the metal tool into a well-disguised hole in the wall. Skye slowly walked into the office behind him.
“Skye, you’re going to have make a very hard decision, very quickly, and it’s probably going to be very permanent.” He jimmied the tool a bit. “Option one, you hide in here and let the officers arrest you. They will take you back to your council, or whatever. You know better than me what that means.”
He banged on the wall, and a large ka-thunk signaled that he’d unlocked whatever he meant to unlock. He flipped the tool around and used the flat part on the back to pry open a hidden door, and he threw it open.
“Option two,” he said as he ducked into the hidden room behind the closet. “You come with me. I’m gonna kill a few people. And then we’re going to meet some very bad people fighting for a good cause. And once you go into that life, there’s no walking away. I definitely can’t guarantee your safety. You’ve got about five minutes to figure it out.”
Jack quickly slipped on a plate carrier and secured it, then loaded it with ammunition for his short, suppressed rifle. He cleared the rifle, slapped in a magazine, racked it, then put the sling around his shoulder. He attached a belt, grabbed a handgun, loaded it, and slammed it into the holster on his right, then attached a couple of grenades to the front of his vest.
He turned to Skye who squeezed his own waist tight while his lip quivered. The catboy nodded and spoke shakily. “I don’t need five minutes. I’m staying with you. Fate brought us together. I know it’ll work out.”
Jack slung an arm around his waist and bent his head down. “In case this goes wrong, I want you to know something.” And he pressed his lips against Skye’s, kissing him hard.
Skye threw his arms around Jack’s gear, and pulled him as close as he could, kissing him back just as hard.
Jack broke the kiss and smiled, while Skye beamed back at him, and wiped away tears. “Thank you,” the fae whispered.
“Don’t thank me yet, I need to get you out of here alive,” Jack said and walked back and grabbed a set of headphones. He held them out toward Skye and added, “You’re lucky I have a spare pair. Sorry I don’t have a spare plate carrier.”
Skye furrowed his brow and looked at the headphones, then pointedly look at Jack who noticed that they would not work on Skye’s ears. He sighed and handed Skye a very fancy pair of earbuds. “These won’t work as well on you as they will on a human, but we’ll need to get something custom later.”
Skye nodded and put in the earbuds, and then Jack handed him a motorcycle helmet. “Flatten your ears or whatever, you need to put this on.”
Skye nodded and slipped on the motorcycle helmet. It did not particularly match his yellow sundress and short pants.
“I suspect I look like an idiot,” Skye muttered.
“That’s just your ass kicking outfit,” Jack said as he attached the headphones to a helmet and strapped it on. He keyed his mic, “Your earbuds will pick up your voice, and we’re on the same channel, so you can hear me, and I can hear you, no matter what.”
Skye asked, “Is it going to be loud?”
“Unbelievably, but the helmet should mute it,” Jack replied, as he grabbed a pair of explosive slap charges. He grabbed a backpack and handed it to Skye. “Wear this.”
Skye strapped it on and shifted uncomfortably. “It’s heavy.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t really meant for you, but I can’t wear it now.”
He headed out of the office, fully kitted out, and placed the slap charges against the wall next to his door. He gestured at Skye to crouch down behind the kitchen counter, and he crouched next to him.
“Skye. When I say run, you run. When I say stop, you stop. Don’t open any doors, and don’t ask “why”. What, how, where, all fine, but don’t question my judgement. Not till we’re safe,” Jack whispered.
Skye simply nodded.
Jack pulled his phone out and opened up the camera app to see the hall in front of his door. Six men came silently down the hall and stacked up on his door. They weren’t supposed to form a line like that, but they were, which was helpful. He yanked two detonators out of his vest and looked at Skye then shook his head once. Skye huddled down, and Jack detonated the explosives.
The first thing to go off was the coffee can in the vent, which fired an explosively formed lance of metal into the team, before the slap charges detonated at approximately head height. Once the instant passed, the hall was filled with smoke, debris, and bodies.
“Follow!” Jack commanded and ran through the shattered remains of the door. He fired a quick burst at one of the team members that was struggling to get up and headed to a metal door down an adjoining hall. He paused a moment at the door, and slid it open quickly, sweeping his barrel as he did so.
The cement stairwell was empty.
“Keep your hand on me,” Jack told Skye, who immediately grabbed his vest. Jack headed down the stairs, checking over the railing repeatedly, checking the doors, and taking each step carefully, but hurriedly.
Before long he was in the basement. They emerged from the stairwell into a parking garage, and Jack jogged along with Skye between the cars. A van came roaring up the ramp and slammed on its brakes. Jack pointed to the ground, “Stay low!”
He opened fire on the van, which was loud, but not the usual booming gunshot. When the tactical squad returned fire though, the thunderous booms filled the cement garage.
Jack signaled Skye, “That way! Go! Stay low!” as he knew they couldn’t stay in one place. He dropped a couple of the agents chasing him, but there would be more coming. He yanked an incendiary grenade from his vest, pulled the pin, and tossed it at a car behind him.
The explosion filled the garage with smoke and fire, setting off sprinklers.
They sprinted through the garage, until he got to tarp that he yanked off and threw behind himself. Beneath the tarp was a black sports motorcycle which Skye marveled at.
Jack climbed on and started it up, and Skye saw that there was a seat behind him and climbed on. Jack backed the motorcycle out and turned it around. As he disconnected the sling from his rifle, he spoke to Skye over the comms. “As soon as we get past these guys, I want you to climb around to the front of me. Without falling off. Can you do that?” After a moment of silence, Jack added, “I can’t hear you nod.”
“Oh! Yes sir!”
Jack was really going to have to talk to him about the sir thing at some point, and he revved the engine and tore off through the garage, and toward the van. He fired a few shots in the direction of the agents, and then holstered the rifle on a special holster on the side of the gas tank.
Skye slipped around him as he rode, but nearly fell off with the weight the backpack. Jack grabbed the strap with one hand and muscled Skye onto the gas tank, steering one handed for just long enough to secure him.
The agents fired at the pair and Jack could feel the sledgehammer impacts of bullets hitting his rear plate, before he tore out of the garage, and onto the street.
Jack pulled into the parking lot of the motel and stopped in front of the front desk. The pain in his shoulder was a burning ache that had exhausted him from driving the motorcycle. If he got off the motorcycle, he might not make it all the way into the lobby and back out.
“Skye,” he spoke through the comms. “Get off the bike.”
Skye climbed off the back of the bike and stood next to him, his hands clasped together anxiously.
Jack nodded, “Take the helmet and pack off.” Skye did so and handed them both to Jack, who continued. “I need you to get the key for our room. You go in there, he’ll say X-Ray Yankee to you. You say – listen, this is important – you say four, seven, seven, bravo, whiskey. And if he doesn’t respond with ‘Happy Hunting’ then… bad shit.”
Skye swallowed and nodded.
“Repeat it back to me. What’s he gonna say first?”
“X-ray Yankee.”
“And then?”
“I say four seven seven bravo whiskey, and he replies with happy hunting.”
Jack nodded again then said, “As soon as he says happy hunting, let me know.”
Skye nodded and walked inside. If this went wrong, Jack wasn’t sure he was going to be able to help from here. He knew he couldn’t lift his left arm, and definitely couldn’t hold a rifle with it, so he was going to do this one handed.
He heard Skye through his headset. “Four seven seven bravo whiskey.”
And then silence. He squeezed the pistol grip of the rifle holstered next to his gas tank as he stared through the tattered remains of broken blinds at the exchange that happened in lobby. It was too long, he’d have to –
“Happy hunting,” Skye murmured as he ran out of the lobby to the motorcycle. “He said it.”
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for the catboy to climb on the back. The room was a short drive away, and he was thankfully able to park directly in front of it.
“Go open th’door,” Jack mumbled, grabbed his rifle and slung it around his good shoulder, then grabbed the pack and dragged it into the room. He dropped it next to the bed.
“Are you okay?” Skye asked in a shaky voice.
Jack nodded and gestured to the bag. “First aid kit,” he said. He just needed to get this armor off, and then he could figure out what went wrong with his shoulder. He yanked the lower right strap, used his good arm to awkwardly pull out the lower left, and then he yanked the right shoulder which disconnected it and caused the armor to awkwardly fall of his left, wrenching his shoulder.
He shouted something loud and obscene, and jerked his body around to the bed. He looked down at his shoulder, but he couldn’t see anything. He heard some kind of hiss, or felt it?
He couldn’t catch his breath. He laid back on the bed as he tried to inhale with both lungs, but one of them felt bad, which somewhere in his mind he knew what that was. His adrenaline was flagging, and he couldn’t really think.
“Nuu… numo,” he tried to gasp out to Skye, to explain the problem. But Skye was instead pulling his shirt off for some reason. It wasn’t the time for this, he couldn’t breathe, he needed first aid.
“Stop flailing!” Skye said firmly and grabbed his chest with one hand, and his back with the other.
Something was happening, but Jack couldn’t really tell what, so he just squeezed his eyes closed. Warmth spread through his chest and shoulder – not unpleasant at first, it just felt like dipping into a hot tub. But then the water got warmer, and warmer, until it felt like his shoulder was on fire, and he roared upright into the seated position, as his adrenaline spiked again.
Jack twisted his head around to look at his shoulder, and feel it, when he saw the remains of a bullet on the bed. Skye was next to him, exhausted but wearing a wide smile.
“Hey,” Skye said warmly. “I hope it helped.”
Jack remembered back to the burned finger, and he quickly kissed Skye for a few seconds, before he broke it. “How’d you do that?”
“I was… very full of mana,” Skye said, blushing a dark red.
Jack nodded, and looked at the old TV that sat on the dresser and faced the bed. Off to one side there sat a small fridge on the floor. The room was very sparsely decorated, otherwise.
“One of their bullets missed the plate. Pneumothorax. I think you might’ve saved my life,” Jack said.
“Considering… everything, it was the least I could do.”
“Why the fuck did this happen?” Jack asked as he pulled his helmet and headphones off and tossed them aside. “You did kind of come in my life and fuck it all up, so I’d appreciate an honest answer.”
Skye looked down and played with the hem of his dress. “I’m sorry, sir. I really am. I just… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for,” Skye started and then broke down in tears.
Jack wrapped an arm around his lithe waist and tugged him close so he could kiss the top of his head. He could’ve asked a little nicer, he supposed.
Skye turned to his chest, hugging him tight, and eventually was able to control his sobbing. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry, Skye. I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”
The catboy swallowed. “You’re right though. I… I fucked your life. And it’s all my fault!” he cried and shook his head, as a sob tore through him. “I’m sorry! Please don’t send me away! It was just one wish!”
Jack furrowed his brow, and pulled Skye away from him so that he could look into his face. Those beautiful blue eyes were wet and reddened from the sobbing. “Skye, I want you to look at me. I’m not going to send you away, okay? But I still… I want to know what happened, okay?”
Skye sniffled. “I wished to Fate for someone to protect me, and… and to care for me. And Fate answered! It answered, and that’s why it chose you!”
Jack furrowed his brow. ‘The fae can make things happen,’ his contact told him.
“Skye, I don’t really know what that means. Wishes don’t do anything in my world.”
Skye snapped his eyes wide open, the shock of that statement startling him out of his mood. “What? You mean you can’t cast a wish to Fate?”
“No, what does it do?”
“It makes a thing happen.”
Well, yeah. But. He sighed.
“Is that why they’re after you?” he decided to ask, instead.
Skye shook his head, then nodded and shook his head again. “Sort of, yes. It’s illegal, but they’re really after me because I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. I told you, I was a courier. Well, I was visiting the Gravis Duchy, and this wolf, he was a diplomat named,” then he growled a name, “and he liked to uh… sometimes take me to a back room. And… and you know,” he said with a blush.
“Oh, I’m sure you hated that,” Jack couldn’t resist adding, with a wide grin.
Skye laughed and shook his head. “He wasn’t as good as you.”
Jack laughed, “Thanks, I appreciate that.”
Skye swallowed then and turned serious. “On my way out of the backroom, I saw… the Duchess having sex with a wolfkin. Not her husband.” He paused a moment and added, “She’s a very very powerful fae.”
Jack sighed and shook his head. “Fucking politicians. The fucking same on your world and mine.”
“Does that happen here?”
“Oh, worse than that,” Jack said with a nod. “In truth Skye, it’s not just you. I’m one of the people fighting the politicians here. And I’m the reason they sent a bunch of fucking killers to my apartment. If they just wanted to grab you, they would’ve sent a couple of agents to arrest you. But they figured out what I was.”
“Because I showed up, and you didn’t change something. That’s what that guy said, right?”
“Well, I mean, yes.”
“So, if I hadn’t showed up, you would still be there.”
Jack tugged the corner of his mouth. “It’s not your fault, Skye.”
Skye hung his head and whispered, “I think it is.”
“I’m exhausted, and filthy, and I think we should take a shower,” Jack said quietly.
They were both moving slow as they stripped their clothes off and set them aside. They hung them up as they were wet from both sweat and the sprinklers in the garage.
The shower was small with just enough room for them to stand next to each other. Jack washed Skye’s hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He soaped up the young fae’s body, and scrubbed his arms, and then chest. He noticed that he had absolutely no body hair anywhere on him.
He crouched low to clean his legs and scrub his soft ass. The catboy’s butt and thighs were distractingly thick and sexy. Jack stood up, and enveloped Skye in his arms as he soaped him up from behind, his hands running down to scrub his crotch, and clit and pouch.
Skye gasped in delight and leaned his head back against him. “You treat my clitty so nice,” he purred. “Now, my turn.”
Jack grinned and turned around in the shower and let Skye scrub him up and down. The catboy made sure to be very careful around the huge bruises on his back, which weren’t healed from his magic.
“Still tender back there,” Jack mused. “Does your magic just heal bad wounds?”
“Yeah, and sometimes it still leaves really nasty scars. I’m… I’m just an apprentice, of sorts. The masters can make it so like it never happened.” The fae ran his fingers down his back, tracing along some of the scars on his back.
“Yeah, I could’ve used those masters back in the day,” he said, then turned around so that Skye could continue to clean him. Eventually all that was left was his cock, which Skye paid special attention to.
Jack grinned as he put so much effort into it. “After this morning, and today, I think even your magic couldn’t get another out of me.”
Skye grinned and started to say something, but his words broke apart, as his grin melted into a frown. He squeezed his eyes shut as he choked back a sob.
“Come on,” Jack whispered, “Lets get out of the shower.”
He lead Skye out of the shower, helped him dry off with the towel, and climbed under the covers of the bed, naked. He hugged the catboy close to him, as the tears that had been building up all afternoon flowed out of him.
In the morning, Jack felt refreshed, more alive than he had felt in a long time. He stretched and turned to Skye whose eyes flickered open. The young catboy looked like he was barely conscious.
Jack raised his eyebrows as he asked, “Are you okay, gatita?”
“What?”
“Oh, it’s Spanish for uh… kitten. Which… I mean it’s a term of endearment but-”
“No, no, I like it,” Skye said with a grin. “But I’m just exhausted. Healing you drained a lot of mana.”
“Do you need like a, uh, blue potion or something?”
Skye stared at him in confusion, “I don’t know what that is.”
“Right, yeah, nevermind,” Jack said with a grin. “So, how do you get more mana, I guess I’m wondering.”
“Do I look so haggard?” Skye asked with a grin.
“I wouldn’t say… I mean, I wouldn’t say haggard, but, you know, kind of you know, what’s a polite analogy – day old oatmeal?”
Skye blinked as though he misheard him, then realized what he said and smacked him in the arm. “Day old oatmeal?!”
“Oh no, I meant, something else, something not as bad, maybe, you know, if you really hammered a sack of potatoes-”
Skye began batting at him with both hands, and Jack tickled him in defense. The catboy gasped and laughed as he squirmed, “No, stop!”
Jack tickled a little longer as he laughed and squealed, before he finally relented, and instead gave him a soft kiss. Skye returned it, wrapping his arms around Jack’s head and kissing him several times before he relaxed back against the bed.
“I think I might be falling for you, Skye,” Jack whispered.
Skye smiled and kissed him again. “It’s possible I’m smitten with you, Jack.”
Jack was genuinely concerned though about the mana problem and leaned back, resting on his side. “But seriously, this mana thing. How do we get you more?”
Skye blushed and coughed. “Well, I mean, you gave me a lot the other day. You uh… you have a lot of mana inside you.”
Jack wasn’t sure what he was hearing, but what he thought he was hearing made him laugh. “What, like semen? Semen is mana?”
“No!” Skye protested and rolled his eyes. “Of course not! It’s just, that’s… that’s a representation of life force – which is what mana is. And by transferring life force-”
“Yeah, so my cum powers up your magic? Like you’re a cumwizard?”
Skye made a noise of protest, and a gasp of faux indignation as he resisted the urge to laugh. “I am not – first off, I’m not any kind of wizard, I just know a few Arts-”
“Oh, yeah, healing! You’re a cumcleric? Man, cumcleric kind of has a ring to it. A cumcleric who summons the powers of the Arts.”
Skye looked away from him, trying very hard not to laugh.
“Or maybe it’s a kind of fruit?” Jack continued, which made Skye finally burst out into tired laughter.
Jack bent down to whisper in his ear, “You know, there are easier ways to ask.” He kissed his ear, as he trailed down his smooth skin with a hand. Skye rewarded him with a deep blush, and a quickening of his breath.
“I…” he started, but Jack cut him off with a kiss. He pushed his tongue into his mouth, and his fingertips found his soft clitty, which rapidly hardened beneath his touch.
Skye gasped and his hand found Jack’s quickly hardening cock. He squeezed it, and murmured, “I need it, I need your cock so badly.”
“Does my slutty little catboy need my cock?” Jack asked as he nibbled at his neck.
Skye groaned loudly, and murmured, “Oh yes, please, my slutty ass needs your cock so badly! Please fuck my slutty ass!” He rolled onto his side then, his tail flicking back and forth, as he presented his ass to Jack.
Jack though wanted to watch him, wanted to see him as he made him his own. He pulled Skye back onto his back and moved around to in between his legs.
“What?” Skye asked, before Jack pressed his lips to his and pushed his tongue into his mouth.
His hands found Skye’s knees and pushed them up to his shoulders, as his cock found Skye’s tight entrance and sank deep into him.
Skye broke the kiss and gasped, though it looked like alarm, as much as pleasure, which made Jack hesitate, and break the kiss.
“No, don’t stop!” Skye urged him. “Fuck me!”
Jack thrust into him, groaning as he sank into the fae’s tight ass, before he pulled back and thrust again. He launched into a rhythm before he opened his eyes to look down into Skye’s bright blue ones.
Skye pulled Jack’s head close to his own, and gasped, trying to get words out. “My… my spirit is yours. My body,” he gasped again and groaned.
Jack started to reply with something, and Skye put his hand over his mouth, before he continued. “My body is yours. For as long as you have me, and for as long as I am able, I will serve your spirit.”
Jack adjusted himself, pressing deeper into Skye as he spoke, and grabbing the back of his head, before he bent down and planted another deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined and danced as Jack continued drive his cock as deep as he could into the soft ass, which jiggled each time he bottomed out.
Skye cried out and wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist. “Mmm, please, sir, now you say, ‘I claim your spirit, and I will never send you away’. Please,” Skye said through gasps and moans. Despite the sexual energy that he radiated and the intense pleasure that was coursing through Jack, he sensed a tender vulnerability in the fae.
Jack slowed his rhythm, and pressed his face closed to Skye’s, as he stared into his eyes. “I claim your spirit, and I will never send you away.”
Skye cried out again and kissed Jack with a fervent passion that seemed to ripple down his body, and he thrust his hips against Jack to urge him to resume his fast thrusts. Jack groaned into his mouth and hammered him down into the mattress.
The catboy broke the kiss and let out a yowling squeal, as he grabbed Jack’s arms. “Break my ass! Make it yours!”
That encouragement from his lover made the fire in Jack burn even hotter, and he increased his tempo. Skye thrashed and squealed, and then let out a cry before he squeezed down on Jack’s cock like a vice.
Jack loved every second of his lover’s tight, hot grip on his sex. Regardless of the kind of porn he watched, or the kind of lover he thought he wanted, he knew deep in his gut that he could die happy if he spent the rest of his life with Skye. The catboy squirmed and gasped, and stared up into Jack’s gaze.
Jack slowed his thrusts, drove his hips hard against his lover several times, and then grunted loudly as his own orgasm crashed over him.
He grabbed Skye and pressed down into him, pushing him into the mattress as his hips drove his cum into him several times. He felt cum erupt from Skye’s clitty, spreading warm liquid between their bellies.
Skye didn’t move for several seconds, just breathing hard, until Jack slowly pulled out of him with a groan and laid down next to him.
Jack leaned up as his breathing slowed, and Skye blinked tears away as he looked at him. His tone was filled with concern as he asked, “You okay, gatita?”
“I… should’ve said something. Our people are different. When you, uhh, when you have sex like that, it’s a… it’s a ritual.”
Jack furrowed his brow and caressed his cheek. “I’m sorry Skye, did I… did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”
Skye shook his head. “No, I just… I feel like I tricked you into it. But-”
“Into what?” Jack asked and shook his head. “I really don’t understand what’s going on.”
Skye swallowed and looked away. “It’s… it’s supposed to be permanent. It’s not usually something we do right away, but after you really know someone and you want to be with them for, you know, a long time.”
Jack sighed deeply and blew out a breath. “Oh my god we just got married?”
Skye looked back at him his eyes wide. “Is that bad? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
He realized he wasn’t telling Skye the right things, and he quickly grabbed Skye’s face and gave him a warm, but lingering kiss. After he broke the kiss and gave Skye a moment to catch his breath he said, “I don’t regret a thing, Skye. I meant what I said. I’ll never send you away.”
Skye flung his arms around him, and buried his face in his neck, sniffling and kissing his neck. Jack leaned back and pulled Skye onto him and caressed the back of his head. “I’m sorry if I worried you, I just… but our people aren’t that different. We also usually don’t get married right away. I just didn’t know, I’m so sorry.”
Skye shook his head, and mumbled something that Jack couldn’t quite make out, but he knew he was trying to tell him to not be sorry.
“I’m not sorry I did it, Skye,” Jack whispered. “I just wish… well, we’ll definitely do it again later. In my world, sometimes people get married in secret, or very quickly, and then later on have a big ceremony. We can do that if you like.”
Skye laughed lightly through the tears and nodded, but he remained clutched to Jack with his face buried in his neck. His tone sobered as he asked, “What is our life going to be like?”
Jack stroked his back with one hand, and his hair with another. “Sometimes it’s going to be scary, like yesterday. Sometimes it’s going to be boring, with us hiding in a room for a long time. And sometimes it’ll be fun. But even if it’s none of that, I know one thing’s for sure – we’ll be facing it together.”