Chapter 13
13
SCOTT
The shuffling in Deer’s room made me grin. I’d purposely walked past his door as I headed to my bedroom after taking some painkillers because I wanted to hear what he was doing, and by the sounds of it, he was getting ready.
Chuckling, I hurried down the hallway toward one of my walk-in closets and changed clothes as quickly as I could. I dressed in a loose pair of shorts and white T-shirt—simple yet comfortable. The material was light and soft against my skin. There were certain things I missed about Australia, and wearing clothes like this year round was one of them. Winter didn’t happen in North Queensland the way it did here. Our temperatures went down to forty-one degrees Fahrenheit—five Celsius—on a freezing night. Then, I moved to New York and nearly lost my bloody mind from the feeling of real cold. At least heating existed.
My phone buzzed where I’d set it on one of my sets of drawers, and I grabbed it.
Avery
I’m coming to NY. Want to meet this sexy new boy toy of yours.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation and smiled. Another text message came through.
Avery
Don’t forget my birthday’s coming up, arsehole.
How could I? Avery was born on Christmas fucking Eve. Poor bastard. But at least it made remembering his birthday a whole lot easier. I was shit at that sort of thing. I typed a response furiously.
Scott
Yeah, I know. When you coming?
I was halfway to the kitchen when he sent me a message back.
Avery
Around the twentieth. I expect my room to be ready.
I snorted and sent back a thumbs-up. I laid my phone on the kitchen island and opened the fridge to grab a SugarBee apple. What did deer like to eat? I knew jack shit about his chosen pet-sona. We had deer back home, but the likelihood of spotting one in the area I’d lived was slim. I had a better chance of coming across a roo. I’d seen a couple deer since moving to the States but didn’t get close enough to care about them. What I did know was that they were shy creatures, and it reminded me of my fawn. He was a timid little thing and blushed a lot, and I loved that about him.
I threw the apple up in the air and caught it when it came down, grinning as I closed the fridge. The apartment was big enough that finding Deer could take a short while, but that was going to be part of the fun.
I stared at the shiny red-and-yellow apple in my hand before taking a deep bite. Sweet, just like Deer. I spun on my bare heel and hummed a tune as I moved slowly toward the living room. I went through the door and glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lights twinkled below, a thousand crystals, dancing across the night sky. A helicopter flew nearly as high as my place, the blinking red anticollision light gleaming and bright.
I glanced around the living room. The silence of the space filled my ears. He wasn’t here. I took another bite of the apple as I sashayed down the hallway, peeking into his bedroom when I reached it.
Nope. He wasn’t here, either.
“Where, oh where, can my deer be?” I sang, slightly louder than usual.
A shuffling reached my ears and both corners of my mouth curled. I paused, staring ahead toward the entertainment room down the hallway, then moved forward as soundlessly as I could. My feet were quiet on the floorboards, and as I reached the room, I turned the knob of the door as gently as I could. I opened it and peeked inside, my grin widening as I caught sight of the tips of antlers behind the gray leather couch.
Gotcha.
“Little fawn,” I whispered. “Are you in here?”
The antlers moved farther along the couch and a head peeked out. Deer’s face appeared around the side, eyes wide, before he ducked behind again. Ah, yes. He knew what he was doing. He was a natural.
“Are you scared?” I cooed, not moving from where I stood at the door. “I have something for you.” I held up the apple as he glanced around the side of the couch again.
He tilted his head, mouth pouting in thought, before he shuffled backward to hide. Oh, is that how it was going to be? Okay. My cock chubbed up, all the blood rushing south, which gave me little brain power to work with. My fingers tingled in excitement.
“Do you like apples?” I padded into the room, my footsteps quiet and gentle. I moved as slowly as I could around to the back of the couch and held in a gasp at the sight I found. Deer’s naked arse was pointed toward me—round and succulent—and right above his crack was the fluffy deer tail, curled up and around the curve of his arse from his hole, where the plug was buried. His back was arched down, making his arsecheeks stick out more, and his hair fell around the nape of his neck in a waterfall of softness. He was so fucking beautiful that it hurt to stare at him for too long—as painful and awe-inspiring as gazing into the Australian sun.
“Fuck.” I breathed out heavily through my nose. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.”
Deer glanced over his shoulder at me and wriggled his arse, the tail swaying with the action.
My cock throbbed where it was trapped in my shorts. My throat clogged up. There were so many things I wanted to do to him right now, but we were role-playing. I needed to stay in character.
I went to my knees in front of him and adjusted myself. The warmth from the furnace fanned down on us from the vent in the ceiling, and I felt the heat both inside and out. I was on fire—lust spreading like delicious poison through my veins.
I held out the apple to him. “Are you hungry?”
He tilted his head to the side, his full lips pressed together in thought. He spread his knees slightly, giving me a better view of his balls as they hung between his thighs. I couldn’t see his cock yet, but no matter how much I wanted to rush this, I couldn’t. We were playing.
I threw the apple up and caught it. “Come on. It’s real nice. I had a bite. See?” I brought the apple to my mouth and chomped down on it, the juices sweet on my tongue as I chewed and swallowed. “Mmm.”
He turned until he was facing me and sat his arse back on his feet. His cock was hard, flushed red at the tip and precum building at the slit. My mouth watered. I wanted a taste, to drag him to the edge of his orgasm before I pulled back and watched him sob and beg and plead for release.
Not yet. Soon.
“Hi,” I whispered, gentle and sweet. I was coaxing a shy deer to come closer so I could take care of him, after all.
He had the brown suede collar around his neck, but the leash wasn’t attached. It sat on the floor beside his right knee. He tilted his head from one side to the other, looking every inch the curious, shy animal.
I raised the apple again. “Come get a taste.”
He pressed his hands on the floor and shifted his weight on them again. He took a “step” forward, then hesitated. A sound worked its way up his throat and the concerned whine made my cock throb. How was he so perfect?
“I won’t hurt you.” I patted my thigh. “Come here, I’ll show you.”
He whined again, then crawled forward. One “step” after another closed the distance between us until he was in front of me. He lowered his shoulders and stared up with those big brown doe eyes of his, the frightened deer inside of him wary. I had to prove I wouldn’t hurt him.
I held the apple close to his mouth and grinned, pleasure snaking its way through me until it settled in my balls. “Taste. It’s sweet.”
He hesitated, his mouth twisted in confusion. He stretched out his neck and wrapped his lips around the curve of the apple, suckling on it for a short moment before biting into the firm flesh. He broke off a piece and sat back, chewing thoughtfully.
I was captivated by him and how beautiful he was with every small action. It didn’t matter what he did, he enraptured me. I could have anyone I wanted, but there was something new about Deer and what we were doing. The thrill of the role play excited me. I’d had a pup before and a kitten once, too, but deer were much scarcer. I didn’t think I’d ever met one. Besides, Deer was new to this, and yet he was a natural. He fell into the mind of his animal so easily.
That was even more rare.
“Do you like it?” I whispered, waiting patiently.
He tilted his head. Finally, he butted his head against my shoulder.
I laughed. “Yeah, I see you do. Do you want more, little fawn?”
He whined and nuzzled my arm with his nose.
I nudged the apple against his mouth, and he took another gentle bite, his jaw working as he chewed. He blinked up at me as he chomped down on the fruit again and again until all that was left was the core, then whimpered.
“Are you still hungry?” I crooned.
He dipped his head forward, his dark hair falling around his face and cradling it.
I hummed and brushed a hand through the soft locks, and it earned me a pleased sound from him. He wriggled his arse happily, and I chuckled at the sight. My cock sent a painful ache through me, reminding me of how fucking horny I was right now.
“What do you want to eat, ay? I can find something for you.” I scratched my nails over his scalp, drinking in his pleased reaction as he closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat.
He shook his head, dislodging my touch, and snuffled closer. Leaning in toward my crotch, he nuzzled my bulge through my loose shorts, whimpering. He peered up at me pleadingly, eyes wide and begging.
“Oh, really? Is that what you want?”
He answered by burying his face deeper into my crotch, his mouth working its way around my bulge and sucking . I nearly tipped backward, cursing at the sudden pressure and wetness, even through the material of my shorts. He sucked harder, and I forced myself to rock away from him so I didn’t do something embarrassing—like shoot in my shorts.
He pouted up at me when I stood and took a step back. My cock throbbed and I squeezed it, hoping to relieve some of the ache, but it did jack shit to help.
“Fuck, all right. We need to go to my bedroom. Come on.” I waved my hand and headed toward the door of the entertainment room, but he didn’t follow, and I glanced back to look at him.
He sat on his heels, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. He tilted his head, eyebrows crumpling in confusion.
Oh. Okay. He still didn’t trust me.
I grinned and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, jerking them and my underwear down until they were at my feet, before I stepped out of them. My cock bounced with the action, flushed at the head as well and hard as a fucking rock. I gripped the base and shook it at him.
“If you want a treat, you have to follow me.”
He dithered, going to take a “step” forward, then retreating.
I slid off my shirt next, throwing it toward him, and it landed on the floor in front of him. He dipped forward, brushing his nose across the material. He sniffed and keened, the wail slicing through the silence of the room sharply.
I beckoned him with a bent finger and took a step backward, my cock bouncing. “Come, little fawn. Let me give you a treat in my bedroom.”
He moaned and followed on his hands and knees. His crawl was slow and timid, and he stopped every so often to tilt his head thoughtfully. I smiled down at him and slowly led him toward my bedroom. When I finally had him where I wanted him—in front of my bed—I stepped closer and crouched.
His gaze focused on my length, a string of precum leaking and reaching the floor, and his tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip.
“Okay, Fawn.” I grasped the base of my cock and waved it at him. “He’s your treat. Do what you want with him.”
He shot forward, and I didn’t have time to shout in surprise as he pressed his palms to my chest, knocking me backward. I flailed and landed on my arse on the floor. A soft meep spilled from his mouth as he laid a line of kisses from my chest down toward my cock.
I cursed and fell back on my elbows. I guess he was adamant about getting that treat he wanted so badly.