Chapter Twelve – Perfect When You Touch Me
Theodore's cock was delicious. As a man known for his appetite, both in and out of bed, Vince liked to think of himself as a connoisseur when it came to that part of the male anatomy. The cock in question was a glorious sight, too, long and of just the right thickness to match the rest of its owner.
But the taste. Due to the flurry of the last several days, Vince had had no time to take care of business, so apart from Jack's curiosity, which he had satisfied too quickly to savor to the fullest, he'd been in a dry spell.
This was, however, about giving pleasure, not taking it. Theodore was silent, and his entire body was tense. He had thrown one arm over his eyes, so Vince found himself forced to take his cues from the way the other man's mouth moved and the soft, restrained sounds emerging from his throat.
Vince also liked to believe he was a giving, generous lover; however, satisfying the cool and unapproachable Theodore Pembroke seemed like a tall order. No more than a week ago, he wouldn't have been able to imagine himself kneeling in front of this mercurial man with the sole purpose of getting him off.
He moved one hand to caress Theodore's flat lower belly, his fingers taking in the hard muscle underneath the smooth skin. As his lips pressed around his partner's girth, he allowed his eyes to wander. The full natural bush of blond hair surprised him a little. Theodore Pembroke struck him as the kind of man who'd trim his pubic hair, but what if that was one part of the beast the alpha couldn't control? Otherwise, the man who ruled Pembroke Industries with a hand of steel was perfectly groomed, down to the last hair on his head.
Vince used his tongue to tease the hard cock leaking precum in his mouth. He wished he knew – no, correction, he wished he heard Theodore express his opinion on the blowjob he was getting, so Vince could learn everything he liked and wanted.
The wolfshifter didn't seem like the talkative kind. Vince was willing to accept his small win for now. After all, Theodore didn't seem like he wanted to kick him out and was accepting his advances, even if not in so many words.
***
The human guardian must have performed the same service to plenty of men in his life, because everything about his performance was outstanding. Theodore had received this kind of attention before, quite often, but no man had given him the satisfaction of such a complete set of skills.
His cock was being handled properly. Vince could obviously deepthroat – something others had struggled with before. Which meant that Theodore felt the entire length of his cock being engulfed in wet heat. If his honor weren't at stake, he would come on the spot. At once. His recent lack of sexual activity was making itself felt with a vengeance now.
He gripped the coverlet so hard he felt his knuckles turning white. It was a losing battle. Vince seemed bent on making him come undone, and he was giving his all. His firm lips created just the right amount of pressure, while the strong suction made Theodore's ball sac pull tighter with each to and fro.
"For heaven's sake, man, slow down," Theodore grunted before realizing he should have censored his mouth.
Vince stopped and let the cock in his mouth slide out. "You're not enjoying it?" he asked.
Theodore felt his cock pulsing, only increasing his annoyance. He needed to get Vince's mouth back on it immediately, or he risked succumbing to his own frustration and doing something stupid. Without replying, he grabbed Vince by the back of his neck and guided him toward his cock again.
No words were needed. Vince swallowed his cock to the hilt again, flashing a questioning look at Theodore.
"Go slower," Theodore whispered. "Otherwise, please, do your thing."
The breather served him well. His honor was safe for now, and no one would be able to say that Theodore Pembroke was a premature ejaculator.
But Vince seemed determined to assault Theodore's carefully constructed citadel from another angle. While he continued to move his head slowly, his tongue began outperforming itself, teasing Theodore's cock in all the right places. At the same time, the human guardian squeezed Theodore's full ball sac. His fingers were firm and rolled the testicles within slowly, adding just the right amount of stimulation.
Vince was quite bold for a human. In Glasstone, anyone who had the privilege to roll around in bed with him knew not to act like a presumptuous asshole. But it looked like they were far enough from Glasstone for Theodore's reputation to have faded. Not that he had ever cared much for it; he had only maintained it as a measure to protect himself and acquire the necessary resources to plan his revenge in case the enemy resurfaced, bent on finishing the job.
Vince treated him as if Theodore was at his mercy. And, in certain ways, he was. All it would take would be for Vince to decide to get up and leave the room, just to make Theodore go crazy.
He needed to come in the human guardian's talented mouth. It was nothing but performing a sexual act; it didn't have to mean anything else. Because Theodore was a wolfshifter and Vince only a guardian, a human at that, it was nothing else.
It didn't feel like nothing else as his ball sac pulled tight, readying his release. Theodore knew he should warn Vince that he might not be able to handle his load, but the pleasure was too heightened, too intense, and somewhere, inside his mind, the strange notion that he was entitled to the complete satisfaction this human could offer, was deeply rooted.
Vince understood the situation without being told. He didn't pull away in surprise or worse, but clamped his mouth down hard on Theodore's cock, holding it in as the thing started spurting. Theodore was vaguely aware that his entire body was shaking, and that a long, satisfied growl rumbled out of his throat.
Vince allowed his cock some freedom only after making sure that he'd squeezed every drop of cum available out of it. He continued to lick Theodore's cock clean long after the last wave of release subsided.
It felt good. Vince moved his tongue lazily over his balls, too, triggering a low shudder from him. This was comfort. This was care.
But he couldn't afford them. He caught his hand still caressing Vince's hair and stopped.
"If you're done, get out," he said.
Vince didn't appear surprised in the slightest by his rudeness. He grinned, gave Theodore's cock one last kiss, and pushed himself to his feet. His eyes fully trained on Theodore, he wiped his mouth slowly with his thumb.
"You taste delicious, Mr. Pembroke," he said, his eyes half-hooded and full of mischief.
"Get out," Theodore repeated, although his voice lacked the strength necessary to give force to his words.
"Get some rest. We'll go to the wedding later, and we can't have you tired and in a bad mood."
He wasn't in a bad mood at all. He was annoyed that his mood was far from being bad. But he wouldn't let this human know that he had managed to put the alpha of Whiteflame in a good mood.
Vince chuckled and began walking away, hands in his pockets, whistling a happy tune.
Theodore grabbed a pillow and smacked it over his face so he could let out another growl. Keeping his hands off the two humans barging into his life would be a trial like no other for his self-restraint.
***
"O. M. G., Vee, I love these!" Jack expressed his delight the moment Vince entered the room.
He had spent the last ten minutes examining the clothes Ryder's pack had left for them without daring to try them on. It looked like Vince and Theo were engaged in a serious conversation since no sound could be heard from behind Theo's door, and Jack had decided to be a normal human being for a change and forgo eavesdropping.
"How come you haven't tried them on?" Vince asked.
Jack moved close to Vince and sniffed him. "You have an odd smile on your face," he said, his eyes narrowing. "What are you hiding? And what did you and Theo do?"
"Well," Vince said while picking up a sleeveless soft-leather vest from the bed which was definitely intended for him since Jack could see three of himself fitting into it, "I had to show Theodore that a good boy always deserves a treat."
Jack took a moment to process Vince's words. "A treat? What kind of treat?"
Vince's low chuckle made his jeans, as baggy as they were, feel way too tight.
"That sort of treat!" he exclaimed. "Oh, did you ride him? Did you give him a good workout? Take him to heaven and then pull him back to earth again?"
"I only gave him a blowjob," Vince said in the most natural way possible, as he started to undress.
A blowjob. Jack began picturing it. A soft gasp escaped him before he could control himself. Vince laughed and squeezed Jack's crotch lightly as he moved past him to try the vest on in front of the tall mirror in the corner.
"And he let you do it? Just like that? I bet he has really high standards when it comes to getting… sucked off," Jack said, finally finding his words.
"And?" Vince threw him a dazzling smile over his shoulder. "Don't you trust my skills?"
"I haven't tried them yet, have I?"
"Do you want to?"
Jack felt his jaw going slack. "Dick to dick, blowjob to blowjob. Vee, you're a slut! Sorry, I meant it in the best of ways. I mean, will you… would you…" He struggled with what to say next, because he shouldn't have slut-shamed Vince like that. He hadn't meant it as an insult. No, he had meant it as a compliment, because he was sure Vince had to give great head seeing how good he was at giving directions on how to do it, and Jack himself had learned from him--
"Jack, babe," Vince interrupted his spiraling down. "Say it loud and clear. Do you want me to suck your cock?"
How could some people speak so easily about stuff like this? Jack was new to it, and normally his mouth ran away with him, but right now he felt like he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"After Theo's big dick, mine will be a disappointment."
"Let me be the judge of that."
Vince made him yelp as he pulled him close.
"Okay," Jack whispered. "I'm just about to get head. No big deal."
"You were a lot more daring when you were determined to taste my cock," Vince provoked him playfully. "Why are you acting coy now?"
"I don't do that," Jack protested. "Okay, maybe a little. Because my dick is definitely small. And men worry about dick size all the time, right?"
"Have you ever worried about the size of your dick until now?" Vince asked him gently while gripping his chin and bringing their faces together.
"Not really. I mean, I knew it was there, obviously, because I had to hold it when taking a leak, but I never measured my thing or anything like that."
"Good. Don't worry about any of that," Vince advised in the same kind voice. "Just open your mouth for a kiss."
"Is that necessary before getting head?" Jack asked.
"It's kissing. It will help you feel more relaxed. And sexy."
Jack had no idea what Vince was talking about, but then he figured it out right away. As Vince began tonguing him gently, he felt like things like dick size didn't really matter. He had no idea what to do, but that also didn't matter; Vince guided him through the experience, slowly teaching his mouth how to react. So, if Vince's tongue went to the left, his own should go to the right…
"I can hear you thinking," Vince reproached him with a grin, slowly letting his mouth go free, much to Jack's regret.
"Sorry," he said from the bottom of his heart. "I don't think I have an off switch. My mind always churns out stuff."
"It's okay. You know I won't rush you into things."
Vince appeared ready to go back to trying on his clothes for the ritual, but Jack stopped him.
"If my dick is small," he spoke quickly, "if I come too fast, you won't laugh, right?"
Vince rewarded his honesty with a short ruffling of his hair. "I'd never laugh at you, Jack. You're funny and witty, that's why I'm laughing with you."
"Funny and witty, okay. I know that will go on my dating profile. Since I can't write handsome and sexy."
"Look there," Vince said, pointing at the mirror while guiding Jack to stand right in front of it.
He slowly began helping Jack out of his oversized clothes. It was tough to look at himself getting naked, but Jack decided that if he was going to embark on a possibly dangerous adventure with a wolf and a guardian while looking for that wisdom tree beyond the veil, he could be a little braver than his usual self.
Vince moved behind him once Jack was completely naked and placed his large warm hands on Jack's shoulders. "Do you see how I see you?"
Jack met Vince's eyes in the mirror. He giggled. "Sorry, I'm nervous. All I see is bones sticking out everywhere."
"You could use a little more food, that's true," Vince agreed, "but I won't lie to you."
"Ah, this is where you're going to start hitting me with the truth, right?"
Vince wrapped one arm around him and placed a small kiss on Jack's cheek. "No, the truth is this: you're perfect just the way you are."
Jack knew he needed to live up to his reputation of being witty and funny, but he struggled with what to say next. What did people say when someone complimented them so shamelessly?
"I mean it." Vince's voice was so close, his lips hovering right next to Jack's ear.
He felt ticklish but stood still. He continued to look into the mirror. And the parts of his body he didn't particularly like began to fade. His eyes followed what Vince was doing to him right now; rough fingers teasing his nipples, making them erect and needy; one hand, placed over his lower belly, right above his sex.
"Okay," he said with a soft sigh, "I feel like I'm starting to get what you mean. Wherever you touch me, I feel like… like I'm perfect there."
"So, now that we've established how cute you are, will you let me blow you?" Vince asked.
"You really are a guy with a big appetite," Jack said. "Not that it's a bad thing. I mean, it's the opposite. It's a great thing!"
Vince chuckled, covering his ear momentarily with his wet mouth, giving it a small lick that made Jack shudder.
"I bet my cum is only going to be a snack after you've sucked Theo off, but I suppose I'm lucky. He was the main course."
"And you're the dessert," Vince teased him mercilessly. "How do you feel?"
"I like being dessert. I mean, I love it. Ah," Jack exclaimed, looking down. "If you don't hurry, Vince, my dick is going to shoot all on its own because, clearly, it got it into its head that it's the second head and should have its own way as it pleases."
"Then I'd better hurry," Vince said, giving him another quick kiss.
Jack wasn't prepared to have Vince kneel at his feet and turn him.
"My dick is right in your face," he whispered. "Say hi… to my little amigo," he added, bursting into hysterical laughter.
The laughter, however, died down once Vince took his very average – if not little – friend in his mouth as easily as swallowing the dog in a hot dog.
Jack forgot a lot of things that very moment. All his available thoughts were focused on taking notes on the way Vince sucked his cock, making it feel like it was definitely bigger and thicker. Even his dick felt mighty when being lavished with so much attention.
Not only that. If Vince laughed if he lasted too briefly, so be it. Jack knew he didn't have it in him to prevent the inevitable.
And the inevitable was—
"Vee," he whispered, "I think I'm about to blow."
Vince's eyes flickered to his. That looked like permission. Jack checked over his shoulder in the mirror and saw Vince winking at him.
Yeah, definitely permission. Jack put his hands on Vince's head and thrust his hips forward, closing his eyes.
No wonder so many people liked this. It felt better than eating cream pie. And Jack loved cream pie. Would a proper mouthful of cum count as good as that, nutrient-wise? Was it called oral cream pie? He'd have to check later.
Because now he was way too busy feeding Vince his cum.
The sounds he was making were literally hilarious. He'd laugh, too, but later. Now, he needed to get this off… his balls.
Vince used his tongue plenty, teasing him endlessly as Jack went and went. What if it never ended?
He didn't need to worry about that. His knees finally buckled and Vince caught him just in time, helping him float gently to the floor.
"How was it?" Vince asked, licking his lips.
Jack snickered and put his hands on Vince's mouth, pleased with how soft and wet they were.
"You have the best mouth in the world, Vee. No, I think in the universe."
"Good. My reputation is in your hands," Vince said playfully. "Are you ready to try on the clothes now?"
"Nah. I'm spending another hour on the floor. My legs are fucked."
"They're not," Vince assured him, hiking him up and placing him on his feet.
"You're right," Jack exclaimed. "Clearly, you have some magic yourself. I'm as good as new."
"Not magic. Just practice," Vince assured him.
"Great. That means there's hope for the rest of us yet."
TBC