Chapter 16- Gordy
WALKING INTO THE kitchen on a warm afternoon, I’m met with a familiar sight―my roommate Seb, stirring over the stove.
He’s a talented potions witch, as well as a future culinary school student.
When we’re not conjuring, he’s making special meals, typically Mexican fare, or types of potatoes.
He grins at me as I approach the fridge.
“How was work?”
“Alright.” I pop open a root beer and take a swig. Seb looks at me expectantly, and I nod. “The crew is fine. I’m getting paid. No one’s noticed I’m a big-ass turtle. Can’t complain.”
It’s true; summer months are huge for landscaping, and I managed to snag a part-time gig where I’m left alone ninety-percent of the time.
It’s just me, and the various yards and forest areas that need to be shaped.
Folks pay big bucks for me to do simple digging and trimming jobs, and I’m happy to line my pockets with those bucks.
“Glad. You’re really coming into your own here in Cosmo.” Seb focuses on the cauldron and smiles. “I was initially concerned when Kai claimed he wanted his descendant to move in with us.”
“Oh?” I lean on the counter and take another long sip.
“Yeah. You were some random guy. But just like Kai, you were a stranger with a good heart. You get along well with us and everyone in Boysen House.”
My pulse rises when I think of a certain pretty witch boy.
The last time I saw Loxley, he was writhing in pain, and that wizard guy told us he was an empath witch.
Since then, he’s messaged me about his efforts to control his newfound abilities.
He’s also described over text message how annoyed he is that Lisbeth is using magic dampeners and keeping him at home.
The pain on his face that morning…I could never forget it.
I can’t help but feel responsible. It’s obvious that I help him access his magic somehow, and now I’ve opened a floodgate of painful auras, voices in his head.
That guilt has been gnawing at me so much that I’ve been avoiding the one guy I truly care for.
Seb claims I have a good heart, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a danger to Loxley.
“It’ll be cool to see everyone in the Boysen Coven this weekend.”
“Huh?”
“For my birthday.” Seb looks up at me as he stirs. “They’re throwing a barbecue for me.”
Another event at Boysen House? Where Loxley lives? Near the bed where we made love?
“Um, I don’t know if I can, uh, go.”
“Gordy,” he whines. He stops stirring and fixes me with a gaze. “I was really hoping we could all be there. We’re meeting the new members of the coven. It would mean a lot to me for us to be there as a family.”
I frown as I toss out the now-empty bottle. He’s laying it on thick, using the F-word. I swear, his actual witchcraft is batting his pretty eyes and getting Kai and me to do whatever he pleases. He’s fated mates with Kai, so having power over the Jade Lion makes sense.
If Loxley batted his eyes at me and asked to go to a party, I don’t think I could resist him. So yeah, this all checks out.
“Alright.” I wipe my face, and Seb beams at me. “But if any drama happens, I should leave.”
“What do you mean?”
“What if the new witches don’t accept that I’m a big turtle?”
“They’re magical beings, they’re going to have to deal with it.” Seb stops and approaches me. Putting his hand over mine on the counter, he asks, “What is this really about, man?”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I manage to say. “Loxley. Didn’t Kai tell you what happened last weekend?”
“He told me you stayed over.” He shoots me a suggestive grin, but I shake my head.
“The next morning…Loxley…he ended up in so much pain.”
Seb’s face softens. “He’s an empath witch, yeah, I heard. But Lisbeth told me he’s honing that skill now. And that he’s happy to finally have his witch classification.”
I sink my head into my hands. “Those voices hurt him so much. What if I make it worse?”
“Aw, Gordy, buddy.” He taps my shoulder. “You can’t blame yourself for this. His witchy powers developed.”
“And it was awful. And it happened because we…” My words trail off, and I try to fight back tears. The guilt I’ve been bottling up for days is choking me.
Seb seems to understand. “Listen, didn’t you and Loxley have a good time on your date?”
I recall holding his hand on the Ferris wheel. Then I see images of him rolling in bed with me. “Yes,” I whisper.
“And has he blamed you, or said he doesn’t want to see you?”
I sigh. “No. He wants to.”
“Then that’s more important.” He taps my shell. “Talk it over with him tomorrow.” He walks back to his cauldron and mutters, “And stop being a worrywart turtle.”
We both laugh, and I walk out of the kitchen. As usual, Seb is right; I need to be a big boy and talk to the guy I like about my insecurities.
Two days later, I’m once again in the backyard of Boysen House.
We’re all sitting at the table, chatting over drinks and barbecue.
Seb opens presents, and Kai gazes at him like Seb invented happiness and joy.
All the while, everyone chats and reintroduces themselves.
The new witches are a pair of Japanese brothers, the dudes I met at the magical exam.
They seem normal and not at all weirded out about my turtle form.
As we eat meat, salad, and cake, Seb and Taina regale everyone with stories from college, and we all laugh.
This is ideal, since I don’t want any strangers inquiring about my turtle anatomy.
I just want to be left alone to munch on a steak and gaze at Loxley diagonally down the table.
In the summer sun, he looks gorgeous, but he’s barely looked my way.
Meanwhile, my tail can’t stop quivering at the sight of him.
He doesn’t appear to be in pain, which I’m happy for. But I’ve hardly said two words to him since I got in. Avoiding his longing gaze makes my inner turtle thrash with rage, but this is for the best. Magic, my magic, made things worse for Loxley during our date. Keeping my space is for the best.
Tell that to my aching heart and my inner turtle that longs to cuddle in his arms.
Pretending to be almost-strangers with Loxley is torturous to my soul. So, I excuse myself to walk inside to the bathroom as everyone laughs over Seb’s story about some magical mishap.
Alone in the house, I recall being here on the night of my first date.
I was so thrilled to finally get laid, and now we’re back to being acquaintances.
In the bathroom, I wash my face and gaze at my reflection.
Loxley could do a lot better than a big green reptile freak like me, so really, I’m doing him a favor.
With a sigh, I walk into the hallway only to stop when I’m met with a figure blocking my way. “Loxley!” I yelp.
He shoots me a challenging, determined look and takes my wrist. Without a word, he all but manhandles me down the hall into his bedroom. I’m back here where we first made love, and once again, he locks the door.
“Loxley, um…” I gulp and wipe my hands on my trousers. “How…how are you?”
He types on his phone and shows me the message: “You’ve been avoiding me. Do you not want to go out again?”
I frown and reply, “I do, I swear, I just…”
He steps forward and looks up at me with a challenging stare, and my heart pounds with shame and arousal. “I thought I was the reason you had that massive headache,” I confess. “You’re an empath witch now, and I don’t want to make this worse. I never want you to be in pain.”
He swiftly types out, “I can handle myself. Do I look like I’m in pain?”
I shake my head. Loxley reaches into his shirt and pulls out a necklace. It’s a gold chain, and in the middle, there’s a small coin with an etched rune. I bring my finger to the charm and ask, “What’s this?”
He quickly types out a message that reads, “The new roommate made me a protection charm that dampens my magic. No more headaches while I wear this.”
“Oh,” I say, letting the new information wash over me.
“Yes…oh,” he says in a deep tone. Loxley grins and reaches up. Pulling my face in, he whispers, “I…still want you.”
Cauldrons, that was hot. Knowing that he shouldn’t be thrust into a world of pain has me content. But as he steps back again, I’m mostly horny. And here we are, alone together in his room.
A sudden shyness overtakes him. “Do…do you…?”
He’s asking if I desire him, and I never want Loxley to be insecure. In a swift motion, I pull him toward me and land my lips on his. As I cradle him in my arms, we kiss and kiss, tongues tangled in a mess of emotion. He tastes better than he did two weeks ago.
Why did I think I could ever abstain from him? I finally have an attractive dude who wants me, and I’m grasping at every excuse to rebuff him. Why?
Enough about that. The room gets warmer as we continue to make out. We tumble into the bed, and my inner turtle roars with satisfaction. In a blur, our clothes are coming off. I don’t get the chance to enjoy Loxley’s naked body before he’s reaching under my crotch flesh and―oh.
He’s handling my turtle cock.
Loxley strokes with determination, and I can’t fight those deft fingers.
He twists and pulls at just the right strength, using the precum as lube.
My eyes roll into my head, and I flop back on the bed.
He jerks me with purpose. I can feel every stroke, and I know without looking that I’m at full mast. When I open my eyes, I’m met with a beautiful sight.
My freakishly huge dick is in Loxley’s hands. I thought a dude would be disturbed by my manhood, but he grins in delight.
He strokes and strokes, sending pleasure up and down my spine. When he suckles on the head, I gasp. Sure, he can’t get his mouth around the entire thing, but who cares? Loxley is fast-tracking me to orgasm city, with zero stops along the way.
But I want to stop. Without words, I bring my tail up. Loxley pauses when I slowly bring my tail to his lips. He looks at me quizzically but eases off my dick and sucks my tail. He is so damn sexy.
“Loxley,” I say breathlessly.
“Mmm…Gordy,” he says with a mouth full of my tail. We share a smile, and I sit up. Gradually, I lay him back. After pulling out of his mouth, I spring down to the bottom of the mattress. When I bring my mouth to his crotch, I shoot him a naughty grin.
On his elbows, he gives me another quizzical look. His skinny-boy abs pop, and it’s every type of sexy. Next, he pushes up his glasses and smiles. Hot damn, I love when he plays with his slutty little glasses. He seems to be asking what I’m about to do.
In answer, I put his sack in my mouth. “Ugh!” he yelps, flopping back on the mattress.
Holding back a giggle, I let him out of my mouth and say, “Shh.”
I return to licking up his nuts, then trail kisses up his cock. He’s not big, certainly not compared to me, but he’s Loxley, my Loxley.
“My fated mate,” my inner turtle growls.
Okay, there’s no time to unpack that, so I’ll just ignore it in lieu of the hot sex I’m about to partake in.
After peppering a few more kisses onto that quivering member, I give it another all-day-long lick.
Then, grasping the base, I take him all in.
He’s salty, tasty, burning hot, and all man, all for me.
“OoooOOooh,” he moans. Above me, I notice him grabbing a pillow and shoving it onto his face. Shit, I made him do that. I never want to leave this bed.
But I’ll have to leave soon. Because apparently, Loxley is on a hair trigger as his cock grows harder in my mouth. I keep up the rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. Minding my teeth, I allow him to hit the back of my mouth, and I’m blessed not to gag on him.
Everything about this moment is blessed. Because I’m making love to him with my mouth, and the world feels right.
He shucks off the pillow and rasps, “Gordy.”
Yes, never forget my name, I’m yours, every part of me.
After a few more sucks, it happens. The fluid in my mouth gets thicker, and he thrusts against me. I’m drinking his essence, swallowing the orgasm that I gave to him. I could get drunk off his lust, he tastes so good.
When I finally let him drop from my mouth, I get on my knees on the bed. My cock bobs up and down, ready to blow. Following an instinct, I stroke myself off with both hands. Loxley opens his eyes and reaches for the tip of my cock. A growl escapes my lips at the contact.
We stroke and stroke, and seconds later, I bust. My cockhead flares wide, and I have to choke back a roar.
“Yes,” Loxley whispers as I rain down my spend all over his chest.
When the waves of pleasure subside, I look down at the man I care about the most. He’s a mess, but I managed not to shoot on his glasses or charm necklace. Regardless, Loxley seems so content. My inner turtle is overjoyed as well. I’ve marked him.
“He’s mine,” my inner turtle says in my head. That’s strange, the growly voice in my head never talks over me.
There’s no time to dwell on that now as I collapse on the bed. Loxley and I share a laugh, mirth bubbling through our chests. I feel so overjoyed, so wanted, so complete.
Several minutes of toweling off later, we rejoin the barbecue, with me insisting Loxley walk out two minutes before me.
When I step outside, it’s as if no time has passed.
Seb is playing a party game on his phone with Taina, Kai, Shugo, Anika, and Kenta.
They laugh as Seb describes a word that Taina has to guess.
Loxley is already sitting there, watching the fun.
I make my way to the drink table and exchange a silent but meaningful glance with Loxley for a moment before focusing on the beer. After opening my drink, I feel a presence by my side.
“A beautiful day, isn’t it?” Lisbeth shoots me a grin, and my smile falls.
“Um, yeah,” I reply.
I put the bottle to my lips, and she says, “You and Loxley seem close.”
Very. “Mhm,” I say around the bottle.
“Listen, Mr. Lee, I don’t want to talk about my nephew’s sex life,” she says, lowering her voice.
Gazing around, it’s clear the rest of the party can’t hear us.
Lisbeth gives me a serious look and continues, “But Loxley is dear to me, and the only witch in my family. If you have to break his heart one day, go easy on him, okay?”
My eyebrows jump as I continue to chug beer. With a nod, I say, “I…won’t. I promise.”
“Good. And welcome to the family, Ruby Turtle.” She casually taps a can of soda and lowers her voice even further. “Maybe now he’ll stop moping around.”
She chuckles and walks away. My face warms, but I can’t help but feel a sense of joy. Loxley’s family accepts me, and I didn’t realize I wanted that either. As I gaze at him in the distance, he gives me a quick smile before turning back to his chat with Kenta.
I don’t want to stay away from Loxley anymore. For once, I want someone to make me happy, so I’m going to hold onto that for now. I need to follow our connection, wherever it may lead.