Hold my Reins (Monster Match season two)

Chapter 13

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L ynck put the plates in the dishwasher, listening as Rox told him about the school camp when he realized he was gay. The wine was finished, and there was no reason for the evening to continue. He dried his hands, not sure how to ask if Rox wanted to stay over. It might be too much for him to wake up in the morning and face Thursten and Aski.

Rox glanced at him, a curve on his lips. “This is where you ask me if I want to stay for coffee.”

“Do you actually want coffee?” Humans often used coffee as an excuse.

“I wouldn’t mind one… Unless you want to kick me out?”

Lynck hooked a finger through a belt loop and pulled him close. “I do not want to kick you out. I want you to stay.”

He kissed Rox before he could answer, hoping to convey that his plan included much more than coffee. He wasn’t ready for the evening to be over. He wanted to find out what it was like to wake up with someone.

Rox slid his hand around the back of Lynck’s neck, his fingers brushing over the nape. “Then I will stay. I don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow. Do you?”

“Not until lunchtime.” And he couldn’t drop the shift at the cafe.

“Perfect. Why don’t you make some coffee, and we can pick a movie?”

“Movie?”

“Yeah, so we can make out on the sofa before going to bed. Like a proper human date, since we ran by the lake last time.” Rox grinned.

Lynck hoped that there was much the same ending involved, though with less sand, but he couldn’t surprise Rox with more monsters over breakfast. “My housemates won’t be out all night, and they will definitely be here when you get up in the morning.”

Rox nodded. “I figured as much. I’m okay with sneaking out and doing the walk of shame.”

“Why would you be sneaking and shameful?”

Rox opened his mouth and shut it. It was another couple of seconds before he spoke. “It’s a human phrase. I guess because some people are embarrassed about hooking up. Can’t say I’ve ever felt that way. And this isn’t a hook-up,” he said in case Lynck got the wrong idea. “If you want to feed me breakfast, I’m happy to stay.”

Lynck decided that he wanted to give Rox every meal. He shouldn’t be staying in the old motel, living on microwaved food. But he couldn’t move his boyfriend in without approval from his other housemates, and he’d need to find out if Rox wanted to move in, as everything he understood about human culture suggested moving in was a big deal.

Not that Rox was his boyfriend, as they’d only gone on two dates, plus one hook-up.

But he felt as though he knew Rox from everything they’d shared. While he didn’t understand things like school camps, being the short kid in class, or having a deadbeat dad, he understood being the odd one out, being forced to do things you didn’t want to, and the need to keep secrets.

The chain around his neck was heavy, and while he’d told Rox more than anyone else on this side of the portal, Rox didn’t know everything, and Lynck wasn’t sure how to tell him. Where did he start? And what did he leave out? He didn’t want Rox to look at him with fear or hate.

He liked the hot gleam in Rox’s eyes and the way he pressed against him…although that may have something to do with the way his hand cradled one of his perfect ass cheeks. It was the perfect handful for him, and he was very much hoping to see Rox naked again.

Which wouldn’t happen if he learned the full truth, though finding out later would do more damage. He leaned in and kissed him, pushing aside all those thoughts, wanting to blame the talk of the past for bringing the bridle to the front of his mind. But while Rox was being truthful with him, he was a liar, and he didn’t like that. He had enough crimes to his name without adding more.

“If you keep going, we can forget about coffee.” Rox rolled his hips as if trying to rise onto his toes.

Lynck picked him up and sat him on the kitchen counter. He pulled the respectable shirt off, leaving Rox in the mesh shirt, and thumbed nipples so they formed hard peaks against the netting. “Coffee can wait.”

He glanced at Rox to be sure that he wasn’t going to say no.

“What do you have in mind?” Rox lifted his eyebrows.

What he’d wanted to do at the beach. He undid Rox’s belt and then his jeans. “I want to taste you.”

He liberated Rox’s hardening cock and stroked until it jutted toward him. Human dicks fascinated him with their smooth head and the way the skin moved. Unable to resist, he leaned in and licked around the head, pressing the tip of his tongue to the slit before opening his mouth and letting it slide in.

Rox leaned back. “Fuck…you aren’t worried your housemates are going to turn up early?”

Lynck didn’t answer with words. He took Rox deeper and sucked his way to the tip, and then repeated. He listened to every half-smothered groan, the quickening beat of Rox’s heart, and the way his hips lifted.

Then Rox caressed the edge of his ear, sweeping up before resting at the base, his fingers tangling in his mane. He wanted Rox to do that again. He flicked an ear, hoping he caught the hint.

“You like that? I wasn’t sure if I should,” Rox murmured.

Lynck flick his ear again, refusing to pull off Rox’s cock as it was leaking so deliciously into his mouth, coating his tongue with the taste of pre-cum.

Rox’s fingertips trailed over his ear.

It was too easy to imagine them brushing over his cock. He groaned around the dick in his mouth.

Rox sucked in a shaky breath. “If you don’t want to swallow…”

Lynck had no intention of stopping. It was far too much fun making Rox writhe and pant. The noises he made in the back of his throat were music no one else could recreate.

Rox’s fingers threaded into his hair and pressed against his scalp as if to keep him there. His hips lifted, and his head tipped back as he came. His dick pulsed against Lynck’s tongue, and cum flooded his mouth. It was salty but barely a single swallow.

He drew back and released him. Rox’s dick hit his belly with a wet slap, his eyes closed and his chest lifting with each rapid breath. “I need a moment. That was so good, I think you killed me.”

No dead body had ever thanked him.

“Your heart is beating too fast for you to be dead.”

Rox opened one eye. “It’s a human saying, the little death? La petite mort? That’s the only French I speak, by the way.”

“It’s more than me. Kelpies say the day held its breath because everything stops for that moment.”

Rox opened his other eye but made no effort to sit up. He lounged on the kitchen counter with his dick out in that mesh shirt like he was sex personified, and all Lynck wanted to do was drag him off, flip him over, and fuck him. He should’ve thought this through a little better.

“That’s a nicer way of saying it.” Rox smiled as if he’d heard what Lynck was thinking. “Do you want to skip the movie and fuck me?”

He wanted both, but he did not want to be caught fucking Rox on the sofa. That would be mortifying for both of them.

“Or do you want me to suck you and see how much I can swallow?” His grin turned wicked, and his foot brushed against Lynck’s inner thigh.

“I want you to ride me.” The words slipped out of his mouth before his brain had even processed them.

He sucked in a breath, unsure how to take the words back. A kelpie didn’t allow just anyone to ride them. There had to be a level of trust, so it was usually only family or lovers. And because he’d been a teen, he’d never been ridden. Not that he could shift into a horse and be ridden the way it was meant within a herd.

Rox tilted his head. “That means something else doesn’t?”

“Yes and no.” They were talking about sex, and he’d never laid back and let a human ride his dick. He always mounted them. Probably because of the trust implications.

Rox cupped his cheek. “You can change your mind if it’s too much.”

Lynck kissed the human’s palm. “It’s not too much. I haven’t let anyone…and I’m mixing two different things when I shouldn’t be. It’s not the same because I’m not shifted.”

“FYI, if you shift, I’m not having sex with you. That’s, um…too much for me.” His eyebrows pulled together. “I hope that’s not offensive. Maybe I’m too human for that.”

“It’s not offensive. And among most kelpies, there would be no sex between forms.”

“Most, but not all?”

Lynck shrugged. “Every species has kinks.”

Rox nodded. “And yours happens to be mesh shirts and goth humans.”

“It does.” He lifted Rox down from the counter, setting him on the floor. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Rox laughed. “I only need to know where the bathroom and your bedroom are.”