Moonlight Monday 12-9-13

[katicalocke]

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the all the comments on Moonlight. I read and appreciate every one of them, even if I don't have the time to respond to each one. I hope you enjoy this new chapter! ^_^


As Charias gently plundered his mouth, Izeri let the hand pressed to Charias' chest slide downward, his fingertips grazing Charias' rippling abs before his palm came to rest against the hot crown of Charias' cock. The touch made Charias gasp and his cock twitch, a bead of slick fluid smearing across Izeri's skin. Drawing back, Izeri glanced down, concentrating on what he was doing as he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and slid down to the base, the nest of white-blond curls tickling his knuckles. Dragging his hand back up, Izeri marveled at the softness of the smooth skin, the density of the flesh, and the way the thin foreskin crept back over the head as Izeri neared the tip. It was different, but it certainly wasn't as ugly as he'd first thought.

Glancing up, he found Charias staring at him, the shark's lips parted, his breathing rough and ragged, his skin flushed. Watching him, Izeri began to work his hand up and down, stroking him like he would stroke himself. Charias' eyelids fluttered, his breath catching as his back arched. Izeri could feel him trembling, the muscles in his legs tightening as he pressed his feet firmly against the floor. Izeri didn't imagine Charias would want his first hand-job to end so soon, so he deliberately slowed his strokes, languidly caressing him from base to tip. Charias was panting, his grip on Izeri's other hand almost painful, and his hips gave little upward thrusts with each downward stroke.

"Oh, Izeri...please..." Charias moaned.

"Faster?" Izeri asked, increasing the tempo just a little. Charias nodded and moaned again, his head falling back against the wall as Izeri began to stroke faster. He could see the muscles in Charias' abdomen tighten and relax in waves, his body building toward his climax. Feeling a little mischievous, Izeri glanced toward Charias' face. "How do you feel about blow-jobs?" he asked.

Charias cried out, his hips lifting off the bed as he spilled himself across his stomach, thin ribbons striping the back of Izeri's hand as he stroked Charias through each wave of aftershocks.

"You did that on purpose," Charias panted, his chest flushed and glistening with sweat.

Izeri smirked, slowly drawing his hand upward along Charias' softening cock, feeling it shrink, the foreskin sliding back up to cover the head. "I was just curious," he said, letting go of the shaft. He regarded the lines of glistening pearls strung across the back of his hand, then raised his hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the thick, white fluid. He was pleasantly surprised. It was a little salty, a little musky, kind of like fresh wyvern eggs, but not nearly as strong, and nothing at all like the abominable taste of his own semen. He glanced up to find Charias watching him.

A little embarrassed, he cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Charias' softening cock. "Can I assume you approve of them?" He placed his fingertips on the foreskin, moving it around using small, circular motions. Charias drew a sharp breath and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away. Izeri looked up, alarmed. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No," Charias said, giving his hand a small shake as he let got of Izeri's wrist. "You said you jerk off, right?"

"Occasionally," Izeri said, not sure what that had to do with anything.

"Haven't you ever...kept going after you came?"

"Why would I do that?"

"To see what it felt like."

Izeri shook his head. "No, I was really never all that interested in what my body felt like. After I came, I didn't really care what it felt like anymore."

"Well, maybe it's not the same for faeries," Charias said. "It wasn't painful, but it was incredibly intense, too intense-good, but so much you can't take it. It's almost like being tickled, that sort of not-painful feeling you just can't stand."

"Oh," Izeri said. "I don't know if faeries experience that or not." He hesitated, but only for a moment. "Do you want to find out?" It was only fair, after all, and he wanted to learn both sides of this equation, the giving and the receiving.

"Really?" Charias after a minute.

"Sure," Izeri said, trying to play cool as he climbed off the bed, but his hands were trembling as he unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down, shedding his boxers, too, and then sat back down on the bed, pretending like he wasn't painfully aware of Charias' dark eyes boring holes in him. "So, how do you want me?" After a minute without an answer, Izeri glanced over at Charias, surprised to find him staring down at the floor, his face as red as a beet. "What is it?"

Charias jumped like he'd been stuck with a pin, and gave a tight laugh. "Sorry, my spirit was telling me how to answer your question...in meticulous and graphic detail."

Sounds like my kind of girl, Izeri's spirit said with a chuckle.

Izeri couldn't stop a small smile. "Was it a good answer?"

Charias seemed to think about it. "Yeah, not bad," he said with a nod.

"I'm game if you are." His smile widened as Charias stared at him. "Well, it's nice to have someone here who knows what they're doing."

"Yeah, there is that," Charias said, then he glanced off toward the corner of the ceiling. "What do you say? Want to be our sex coach?" After a moment, he chuckled and turned back to Izeri. "She says she prefers the title intimacy instructor."

Izeri laughed. "You know this is weird, right?"

"Of course," Charias said, grabbing his pillow from the head of the bed and placing it behind him, against the wall. He scooted back until he was leaning against the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Wait'll it becomes a four-some."

Izeri felt his smile slip and he held it in place by sheer force of will, a pain in his chest as harsh reality came crashing in and slapped him in the face. It must have shown, because Charias' face fell and he reached out, taking Izeri's hand.

"I'm sorry," he said. "That was insensitive."

"No, it was fine," Izeri said. "I had just...forgotten. But it's okay. I shouldn't forget." He gave Charias' hand a squeeze. "So what does she want me to do?"

Charias' face grew red and he scowled at the wall. "I am not telling him to do that," he said. His frown eased. "That's better." He tugged at Izeri's hand and patted his own thigh. "She says to, um...straddle me." Izeri felt his own face burn. If that was better suggestion, what could she have possibly said first? Taking a steadying breath, Izeri drew his legs up onto the bed and shifted onto his knees, bracing one hand on Charias' shoulder as he swung his leg over Charias' and settled himself on the shark's lap.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The feel of warm, bare skin against the insides of his legs, the way his balls cradled in the valley where Charias' thighs met - it was the most intimate he'd ever been with anyone. Even in the shower, they'd had their jeans on. Now, they were naked, stripped bare, vulnerable. He should have been scared to death, but the tremors emanating from deep inside himself weren't caused by fear. He was nervous, there was no denying it, but he wanted this, and when Charias' big hands settled at his hips, long fingers sliding over the curve of his ass, Izeri had to bite his lip to hold back an indecent moan. He'd never thought anyone would ever make him feel this way, but as he rose up on his knees to creep a little closer, grabbing at Charias' other shoulder as the shark helped, pulling them almost flush against each other, he couldn't imaging anything more natural.

Izeri tilted his head to the side and leaned in, kissing his boyfriend, and he wasn't sure which made his heart skip a beat - the kiss, or thinking of Charias as his boyfriend-but he broke the silence with a long, low moan. Charias' hands began to wander, roaming up to the small of his back and gliding down to the outsides of his thighs, a soft caress that had Izeri's eyes sliding closed and his fingers kneading the hard muscles along Charias' shoulders. It was Charias who drew back first.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and rumbling, and Izeri found himself getting hard in anticipation. He nodded, not sure if he could keep his voice steady if he tried to speak. He glanced down between them, then back up at Charias, trying to decide where to look. He could feel himself trembling as one of Charias' hands slid from his hip and between his spread legs, soft fingertips grazing his balls and making the breath catch in his throat. "You sure?" Charias asked.

"Don't be a tease," Izeri said, his grip on Charias' shoulders tightening.

Charias laughed. "This from the guy who asked if I like blow-jobs."

"I wasn't teasing," Izeri said, his words tight as Charias finally wrapped his hand around Izeri's shaft, holding it snug within a hot cocoon of flesh. "And you never answered my question."

"Well, let me think," Charias said, swiping his thumb back and forth across the head of Izeri's cock, causing the foreskin to tighten and draw back, exposing the sensitive crown. Izeri gritted his teeth, panting through them as he glanced down, watching as Charias' hand began to slide up and down along his slender shaft, playing over the stiff ridges.

Izeri's head spun. He'd thought he knew what to expect - after all, it was just like masturbating, only he had both hands free. Except that it wasn't. Feeling Charias' hands on him, being close enough to feel the heat of his body, to hear each breath, added a whole new dimension. Always before, when he'd jerked off, it was pleasant and satisfying, a natural way to relieve stress and feel good, but ultimately...empty. His days of self-exploration were past, and he new just where to touch himself and how to do it, and for how long to make himself come. It had become little more than a task, and he was both skilled and efficient at completing it.

With Charias, every touch was new and unexpected. His 'task' had become an adventure they could share. It was amazing. He was panting, his body tensing as the pleasure gathered inside of him, tight and trembling. At this point, he would have picked up speed, lasting perhaps another thirty seconds before he came, but Charias had other plans. He slowed his strokes, drawing a plaintive whimper from Izeri's lips as his body rocked forward of its own volition.

"Yes," Charias said abruptly and Izeri raised his head, staring at him.

"Yes, what?"

Charias smirked. "Yes, I think I'd enjoy a blow-job. Do you have an opinion on the matter?"

"Oh, I- I, um...I think-" He moaned again, his body arching as Charias switched to short, quick strokes at just the tip of Izeri's cock, the intense stimulation making him shudder. He dug his fingers into Charias' shoulders, rising up on his knees as his breath grew short. Almost...almost...

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your answer," Charias said, returning to his long, slow, frustrating strokes. Izeri couldn't stop himself from jerking his hips forward, seeking the friction needed to tip him over the edge, but that just made Charias chuckle.

"You're not going to think it's so funny when it's your turn again," Izeri said through his teeth. His whole body was filled with a cold fire, his wing ridges tingling, his balls heavy and tight. "If there's one thing fey are good at, it's payback."

"Hmm, I'm just not feeling the menacing vibe from you right now," Charias said, and Izeri nearly punched him as he stopped moving his hand completely. "Maybe it's because you're naked and squirming in my lap." He leaned forward, capturing Izeri's lips in a deep and thorough kiss. "And you still haven't given me an answer."

"What the fuck do you think I'm gonna say?" Izeri demanded. "Who wouldn't like having their cock sucked? Yes, Charias - Yes, I want a blow-job, and if you'll just fucking let me come, I'll suck you off right here." He heard the words come out of his mouth, but he couldn't remember thinking them. He was having a little trouble thinking at all.

"That's some colorful language from such a little fey," Charias said, his voice deep and rough, but he mercifully began to jerk Izeri's cock again - firm, fast strokes that had Izeri gasping and shuddering. The pressure built inside him, pleasure boiling up until he couldn't take it anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut as he bucked, thrusting into Charias' hand as he emptied himself in one powerful wave after another. Drawing a noisy, shaking breath, he collapsed forward against Charias' chest, hanging on to him as he tried to catch his breath and waited for the room to stop spinning.

"Are you okay?" Charias asked.

Izeri tried to nod his head, but it was pressed into the crook of Charias' neck. "Yeah," he said finally, his voice muffled by Charias' shoulder. "I- I've never- never felt anything-"

"We're not done yet, remember?" Charias said, and Izeri jerked upright, a helpless moan escaping him as Charias began to stroke his cock again, those long fingers massaging his cockhead, the foreskin sliding around, lubricated by the come, rubbing against his hyper-sensitive crown. Izeri bucked, twisting away from him and falling sideways onto the bed, drawing his knees up as he shuddered and gasped. He'd never imagined anything could feel like that. It made his orgasm seem like a pleasant sneeze by comparison, and reminded him of the time his younger brother thought it would funny to send a small electrical jolt through Izeri's nuts just to watch him jump. Back then, Izeri had still been able to control his glamour, and he'd set a snowstorm loose in the brother's room in return.

"I- I guess faeries aren't that different from humans in that respect," he panted, unable to keep from tensing as Charias leaned over him. Just the memory of being touched made him tremble and sent ghost-sensations racing through his body. Charias just opened his desk drawer and pulled out a ratty hand towel, which he used to wipe the come off of his hand and stomach.

"I guess not," he said, draping it over the brass frame at the foot of the bed. "Are you ready for that blow-job now?"

Izeri shuddered, his cock aching at the thought. "You're not a tease, you're sadistic," Izeri said, making him chuckle. "And you can forget about blow-jobs. I said that under duress. It doesn't count. I'd have confessed to kidnapping Princess Jaexika if I'd thought it would have made you make me come."

"Who's Princess Jaexika?"

"Heir to the faerie throne," Izeri said. "She disappeared about fifteen years ago. A lot of known criminals were rounded up, some were executed, but there was never any proof that any of them did it. Her body was never even found."

"Fifteen years ago?" Charias repeated, leaning over him again, but this time he settled himself on the bed beside Izeri, facing him. "You were what? Four years old?"

"I was very mature for my age," Izeri said and they both laughed. A chill raced down Izeri's back, the air cooling the sweat between his wings, and he shivered, squirming closer to Charias. Too bad they were lying on top of the covers. He'd have liked nothing more than to cuddle up beneath the blankets and stay there for the rest of the day. Charias eased one arm beneath Izeri and pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on Izeri's forehead. It was such a simple gesture, but Izeri found it so sweet and tender, it brought a lump to his throat.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider that blow-job?" Charias murmured in a sultry voice, and Izeri became very aware of the hard cock pressed against his thigh. He grinned and shook his head. Horny humans.

"Never, mwah ha ha!" he said with an exaggerated, devilish laugh. "You should have thought about-" He gasped as Charias suddenly grabbed his cock, stroking and pulling at his soft flesh. It wasn't as intense as right after his orgasm, but it was still enough to make him moan and squirm. He put his hands against Charias' chest and pushed, but the arm around him tightened, holding him in place. "Oh, fuck, Charias!" he gasped, his hips bucking, body twisting, but he couldn't get away, couldn't make it stop.

Charias chuckled. "I bet that blow-job sounds pretty good right about now."

"Oh, you sadistic- Forget it- Bastard- I'll never-" He gasped, a helpless cry escaping him as Charias rubbed him faster and harder. "All right, all right! You win! I'll do it!"

"Are you sure?" Charias asked. "You're not under duress again, are you?"

"No, no, I want to! Just stop- stop, please!"

Charias stopped, wrapping both arms around Izeri and holding him tight as he gasped and shuddered, the pleasure throbbing inside of him, a hot, heavy knot in his gut. As it eased, something cold and slimy took its place. Why would Charias do that? He had to know that Izeri was only kidding, and even if Izeri had been serious - especially if he'd been serious - forcing the promise of sexual favors was...It was something a faerie would do. Is that why Charias had lured him into this compromising situation, stripped away his control, exerted power over him, and taken what he wanted? Izeri felt his eyes start to sting. He'd thought he'd escaped all those games, the backstabbing and maneuvering, the stress of constantly having to have his guard up. He'd trusted Charias, he'd let himself be vulnerable, he'd surrendered his control, and now-

"Hey, are you all right?" Charias asked.

"Fine," Izeri said, swallowing hard and blinking back the tears. He couldn't let Charias see, couldn't let him know that he'd caught on. If Charias wanted to play faerie games, Izeri would show him a thing or two about how to play for keeps. "Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll get right on that blow-job."

"No hurry," Charias said with a chuckle, his hands gliding up and down Izeri's back, his fingertips grazing the edges of Izeri's wings, but Izeri ignored the tingle that raced through his body. He would never let himself be so obvious, so uninhibited again. Charias' hands caressed his back, sliding down to the top of his ass and lingering. Izeri had to resist the urge to push him away.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Charias asked. "You're all tense."

"I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine. What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did you think I was serious?" He paused, as if waiting for an answer, but Izeri could think of nothing to say. This was why he wasn't a game player, this was why he didn't have faerie friends. "Izeri, I was just playing around," Charias said. "You don't have to blow me if you don't want to."

If Charias had been a faerie, it would have been the expected ploy, to cover his ass as quickly as possible once his game had been found out...but it didn't feel like a ploy. Izeri hated faerie politics, but most of the time, he could tell when he was being toyed with, and it didn't feel like this. But if he was wrong, did he want to keep being a trusting fool? Did he want Charias laughing at him behind his back, at his blind naiveté? "Izeri, talk to me, please," Charias said, his voice raw, the sound digging claws into Izeri's chest and tearing at his heart. He could hear the pain and fear in Charias' voice, the black terror of someone watching their worst nightmare come true.

Drawing a trembling breath, Izeri threw his arms around Charias. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I- I thought you were playing faerie games with me, trying to show that you were better than me, like a- like a faerie would." Izeri felt Charias' back stiffen, the shark drawing away without really moving.

"I would never do that to you," he said, his words hewn sharp-edged by anger.

"I know," Izeri said. "I know that now, but for a second...that's how it felt. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I thought you would do that."

For several interminable heartbeats, Charias didn't respond, then his shoulders relaxed and his arms tightened around Izeri again. "It's okay," he said. "I understand. You hear the same words often enough, you get the same looks, everyone treats you the same way, you start to expect it, you look for it, you see it everywhere, and it's hard to believe that anyone could think of you as anything other than a monster."

Izeri's heart stopped. How did he know? Then he realized that Charias was talking about himself and he felt lightheaded with relief. "Thank you," he said, "and I promise, I'll never think something like that of you again."

"It's okay," Charias said again. "And it's okay if you do have those thought on occasion. I still catch myself wondering what you think you're going to get out of being my friend once in a while. Maybe I won't now, but I used to. Some things are hard to change."

"Yeah, and faeries are notorious for being set in their ways. But I'll work on it. And I'll talk to you if I ever start feeling like that again." He hesitated, not sure if it was too soon to try to make a joke, but it had felt so good to laugh with Charias. He wanted that feeling back. "And you can quit wondering what I'm getting out of being your friend. Obviously, I wanted into your pants."

Charias smiled at him, and he felt the warmth return to his soul. "Well, I guess that settles that, then. Looks like I owe Jak ten coins."

"What?" Izeri said, lifting his head and acting scandalized. "You made a bet with Jak...and you lost? He owes me three ilae - said you'd never have the guts to kiss me."

"Well, if we hadn't been drowning and dying of hypothermia, I might not have," Charias said. "I'm glad I did, though."

"Me, too." Izeri leaned in and kissed him again, then drew back. "And now, I believe I have a promise to keep." He started to scoot down the bed, but Charias caught him by the arm, stopping him.

"Let's wait," Charias said. "There's no need to hurry."

"But what about this?" Izeri asked, pressing his open hand flat against Charias' erection. "He doesn't seem like he wants to wait."

"Well, he's not in charge," Charias said, his voice tight, "and I still think going slow is a good idea, not because we're afraid, but because some things just deserve to be savored. Some things are too important to rush." He leaned close, brushing his lips against Izeri's in a slow, soft kiss that must have lasted for five minutes and left them both out of breath.

"You make an excellent point," Izeri said. "We'll save the blow-job for later." He glanced down between them, at Charias' stiff cock cradled against the palm of his hand. "What about our friend here?"

"I can take care of it," Charias said.

"I know you can," Izeri said, his cheeks heating up. "I...I, um...saw you one night. I woke up and you had your back to me and were jerking off while you looked at your notebook." Charias closed his eyes, a pained look on his face as his skin reddened.

"Izeri, I am so sorry. I feel absolutely horrible about that."

"No, it's okay-really," Izeri said. "I mean, it was kind of...shocking at first, just because I never thought anyone would find me attractive, but now I feel flattered. Being someone's masturbatory fantasy is a high compliment among faeries." While that would have been technically true, it wasn't like faeries went around 'complimenting' each other. Masturbation was a solitary endeavor, usually done in private if not in secret, and what one thought about while doing it was something one did not share, ever.

"Well, I still feel like the biggest creep and the worst friend in the universe," Charias said.

"Biggest creep, maybe," Izeri said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a brief, crooked grin, "but the worst friend is definitely me. I should have noticed, I should have seen how you felt about me, and when I think about all the stupid, insensitive, oblivious things that I said and did, all of the times that I must have hurt you..."

"You didn't know."

"I should have," Izeri said. "If I had been a better friend, I would have, and it wouldn't have taken a traumatic event to bring us together."

"And you wouldn't be turning into a wereshark," Charias said, his words just a murmur.

"And you wouldn't feel guilty for no reason," Izeri said. He brought his hand up, pressing his fingers to Charias' lips as the shark took a breath to speak. "I mean it, you have no reason to feel guilty. I would be dead if you hadn't done what you did, so please, don't feel bad about it. I already feel terrible about putting you in that position."

Charias pulled Izeri's hand away, enveloping it in his own and holding it tight. "You didn't do anything-"

"Neither did you." They regarded each other for a moment, then finally, Charias nodded.

"All right. What happened, happened, and it isn't anyone's fault and no one is to blame."

"Except maybe the asshole who put your notebook on my desk," Izeri said, and then he thought of something. "But only if they did it out of malice."

"If?" Charias repeated, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah. What if it was someone we knew, like Jak, and they thought they were helping by showing me how you really felt about me?"

"But how did Jak know?" Charias asked, a scowl shadowing his dark eyes.

"Actually, I don't think it was Jak. This is more like something a faerie would do-intervening without actually getting involved. Jak's human; he would have just told me. Maybe Darike, or Jak's roommate, Maika. Besides, Jak looked too surprised when I told him, and frankly, he's not that good of an actor."

"You told him?" Charias looked horrified. "About the drawings?"

"I didn't know what else to do," Izeri said. "You were gone. He's my friend. I needed advice."

"And what advice did he have to give?"

"Nothing useful," Izeri admitted. He hesitated. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

Charias just looked at him for a minute. "No," he said finally. "I'm not mad at you. But I'm going to kill Jak if he tells anyone else."

"He wouldn't do that," Izeri said, though to be honest, he wasn't sure. "Oh, and you should probably know that Maika was there when I told him, so he knows, too."

Charias groaned, his eyes sliding shut.

"But Maika is on some kind of medication - anti-depressants or something - and he was so out of it, I doubt he'd even remember. Which mean it probably wasn't him who put the notebook on my desk. He was in no condition to keep a secret." Which only left Darike. Izeri remembered the way the cheeky faerie had winked at him across the table in the cafeteria. He didn't know how Darike could have found out about the notebook, but if he had, putting it on Izeri's desk was exactly what he would have done.