Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
So Bohdi hated to admit it, because he didn’t like being forced into situations where he had to be social, but he really liked this River guy.
They’d shared cookies and wine and surprisingly yummy salty little nuggets of seafood from cans, which he hadn’t even known he liked, and now they were sitting together in front of the fire, snow falling outside, the silence companionable.
Oddly enough, they had quite a bit in common.
River was totally an outdoor sports kind of guy, although from what he’d said he stuck mostly to water stuff like swimming.
They were both avoiding their families for the holidays because of pressures to get married and produce children.
They both worked in technology fields when they weren’t out doing more fun things like snowboarding.
And River kept sneaking looks at him that told Bohdi maybe he was just as attracted to Bohdi as Bohdi was to him.
He really, really hoped River didn’t end up being a serial killer or something who attacked him while he was in bed.
They had tried the front desk twice more on the phone just to see if what’s his name was back up there so they could get this dealt with, but nobody answered.
They had decided not to go to dinner, because what if they got there and found out the guests in the dining room had been poisoned and shit.
There was safety in small numbers or something like that.
“Want to sit on the floor in front of the fire?” River slid off the couch, looking like some super slinky animal. So damn hot.
“Sure. Might as well.” They had tried the TV, but obviously the satellite dish or whatever they used for their streaming was not working because they’d got nothing but an error message. “You want to play a game or something?” He’d seen some board games on a shelf over by the front door.
“Just come sit with me, man.” River patted the rug in front of the fireplace, which looked comfy enough, so Bohdi did exactly that.
He slipped off the couch, landing next to River on the floor, and took a deep breath.
The gas log smelled like nothing but burning rather than like a wood fire odor, but that meant that he could smell River, which was super-hot.
The man was musky and intense, but layered over that was the citrusy pine scent of maybe soap or cologne.
He didn’t know one way or the other, but it made his cock twitch in his jeans.
The thick rug padded the floor just enough, and he wanted to stretch out with some blankets and pillows because he was pooped, but he worried that might be weird.
“You want some of the pillows and stuff?” River asked like he was reading Bohdi’s mind.
“Yeah. I want to kind of—”
“Cuddle?” River scooted closer. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” His pulse kicked into high gear. “Me too.”
“Oh, good. I was hoping I was reading the room correctly.” River moved right up against him, pressed to his body from shoulder to hip.
So warm.
By the time they got pillows and blankets on the floor, stretching out together, he was totally drowsy despite his cock making itself known, and he let River pull him into those surprisingly brawny arms, the scent of the man surrounding him in warmth and a feeling of belonging.
When he woke up, he was dreaming about a hot, muscled body against his, the smell of the perfect mate in his nose, and the feel of lips on his neck. Hard as a rock, he rubbed back and forth, trying to get some friction in spite of his damn clothes.
His skin felt tight, his ass was all clenched, and his cock was aching bad. In fact, he couldn’t remember ever being more turned on. Like, ever.
“Mmm. There he is. You feel better, honey?”
“Uh, yeah. I had a nap, huh?” He was trying to stay still now and not embarrass himself.
Which was when River pressed a hand to his ass and pulled him even closer. That was not helping things go down. Not at all.
“You did. I like being your pillow.”
“I should—” He tried to roll away, but River lifted his head with a finger under his chin and kissed him, not letting him get away.
That kiss lit him up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Boom. Bang. Sizzle. Bohdi moaned, wrapping around River and clinging, his body on fire. He couldn’t seem to let go.
Oh, who was he kidding? He didn’t want to let go. He wanted that kiss, and he dived into it, letting his tongue tangle with River’s, letting his body do what it desperately needed to do.
The man kissed him like he was starving, holding on to him tight, not letting him wiggle away. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Instead, he threw a leg over River’s hip, letting their lower bodies come into full contact. And even through their clothes, it was enough to make him moan.
“Let’s get you out of these things.” River said, tugging at his pants. And he wanted to, but Bohdi pulled away, panting, shaking his head.
“What’s the matter?” River asked, stroking his cheek with one hand, staring right into his eyes. This man didn’t shy away from anything, and it was so hard for him to get the courage up to talk.
There was something River ought to know, and it wasn’t that he had an STD or anything. But the guy might think he was nuts if he brought it up.
Then again, River had talked about being some kind of compatible creature.
If they were going to get together, maybe he was more like Bohdi than not.
Bohdi totally lived like a human and he had his reasons for that, but he wasn’t completely human.
He looked at River and guessed River needed to know that if they were…
“I don’t suppose you brought condoms,” he asked.
River kind of sighed. “Not exactly. I mean, I thought I was gonna be here by myself.”
“Yeah me too, and I’m not the kind of guy who carries one in my wallet.”
River brightened. “I am. Let me go check it and see if it’s still current.”
That would just solve his problem, and he wouldn’t even have to talk about it.
River rolled away from him and went to the bedroom for a moment, coming back with a condom packet triumphantly held in one hand. “It’s totally still good.”
Excitement reared up in his chest again. “Cool. That’s super cool.”
“It is.” River kneeled next to him, setting the condom within easy reach. “I’m into you, Bohdi. I know it’s quick, but I want you really badly.”
He reached out to tug at River’s sweater, wanting to see some skin. “I feel the same way. You make me hot. I want to do all the things with you.”
After that, things went from slow-motion to hot and heavy.
They flung off their clothes and came together with a smack that would have made them laugh if it wasn’t so damn sexy.
River’s skin felt hot and taut over those hard muscles, the man’s body fascinating to him because it was so much bigger than his.
There was some springy hair on River’s chest, and it arrowed down to the most perfect glory trail he had ever seen, blooming again around the base of River’s cock, which was hard and long and thick and made his mouth water.
He grabbed it and stroked, making River arch his back and close his eyes, moaning, “Damn, Bohdi. That’s it. Touch me right there. Just a little harder.”
He nodded, his heart pounding, and moved his hand faster and harder, using his thumb to stroke around the top at the end of every pull.
River touched him too, hands sliding over his neck and shoulders and down his arms, then coming back up to his chest. Fingers and thumbs plucked at his nipples, and he’d never thought about how hot that would be or how it would send shivers of sensation all the way down to his toes.
He let River touch him everywhere, and when one finger slid against his hole he was hot and wet, but he was too revved up to be embarrassed by that.
A normal human, which was who he pretended to be, wouldn’t do that, but he wasn’t just a normal human.
He was an otter shifter, and his body could adjust itself to his mate if that was what needed to happen.
“Damn, baby, you’re already ready for me. I knew it. I knew you had to be one of us.” River beamed at him, then leaned forward to bite where his neck and shoulder came together, and he forgot to answer. He forgot everything but the need that was driving him to spread his legs and let River in.
“Condom.” He did have enough presence of mind to say that. “I need you to put on the condom, River.”
River nodded, grabbing the condom to rip open the little package and roll it on his dick. “I’m ready now, baby. You want me to come in?”
“Yeah, God yes.” He spread his legs, arching his hips up by digging his heels into the rug on the floor.
River didn’t hesitate; he just pushed in between Bohdi’s legs, the head of that thick cock rubbing against his hole. And then River was inside him, pushing deep, touching places in his body that he hadn’t ever felt a touch. He didn’t think.
“Fuck you’re tight and hot and wet. You’re so fucking perfect.” River began to move, thrusting hard really taking him down, and he was breathless, clinging, trying to let his mind catch up to his body, but that wasn’t gonna happen, it wasn’t possible.
He just moaned, wrapping his legs around River’s hips and begging for it, arching up off the floor, taking every thrust as deeply as he could.
Bohdi felt like he was going to explode. His skin was too tight, too hot, and his dick had never been so hard. But River just kept at it, banging deep, stroking, and saying filthy little words.
Some of the words finally resolved themselves into things he could understand, and River stared into his eyes. “I’m gonna knot you baby. I’m gonna knot you so hard I hope you’re ready for it.”
He’d heard of that, of course. His father occasionally said it to his mom when he didn’t think his children could hear, but Bohdi had never been with anybody who had a knot.
He pretended to be human… because of reasons, and he didn’t want to think about them right now. He just wanted this fantasy to be real.
He dug his blunt nails into River’s shoulders. “I want you to knot me. I want that so damn bad.”
They rocked together, and sure enough, he felt an extra swelling deep inside him, something that couldn’t possibly just be a normal human dick.
River was growing and growing with every thrust until they were stuck together so hard that they could barely move.
All they could do was just keep pushing and rocking and trying to get friction, and his dick was trapped between them, and he was going to come.
“Come on, baby; come for me. I want to see your face when you do it.” River reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, holding him so he couldn’t look away.
With the other hand, River reached down and stroked his dick, and that was enough to make him shoot, his balls pulling up tight, his ass clamping down on River’s cock.
Bohdi cried out, his whole body on fire, his nerves misfiring, his brain filled with white, staticky noise.
“Fuck yes.” River thrust two or three more times, and then he felt it when River released inside him, hot jets of seed falling into him, wet and desperately wonderful.
Except he wasn’t supposed to feel that, was he? What had happened to the damn condom?
Bodhi tried not to panic, but his heart wouldn’t slow down. It kept pounding, and he was worried that he was going to pass out - just black out right there and let River do whatever serial killer thing he was going to do to him now.
“Hey, it’s okay, what’s the matter?” River kissed his chin, his nose, his cheeks, and then his mouth. Slow, languorous kisses that were designed to calm him down.
“I think the condom broke.” He was freaking out. If River was like him and not just human, which he had to be right? Because if he had a knot, then Bohdi could get pregnant if this happened.
“Well, if it did, then we’ll figure it out.” River kissed his mouth, and that finally did it - the long, slow tangle of their tongues. They were knotted together, and it wasn’t like they were going anywhere, so Bohdi relaxed, letting River take the lead.
It wasn’t until a long while later, when River’s knot went down and they slipped apart, that he realized he was right- the condom had broken, and now he had to worry about whether or not River was the kind of creature, just like he’d said, who could get him pregnant.