15. Gabe

15

GABE

Van took to his plant lessons much better than the knitting ones. He’ll usually just sit and watch me knit my latest project rather than attempt one again. This morning he took care of my babies and I slept in just a tiny bit. Tiny tiny bit. I watched him through squinted eyes in the bedroom as he talked to Joseph, Lila, and Paris while watering them. I don’t know if he realizes how soothing he can be, but he lulled me back to sleep with his sweet words.

Work was busy with a pole dancing night. Sparkle and Kirsty pulled in so many patrons, me and Goldie rushed all night long. My feet hurt and I just want to shuffle into bed. When the humid air outside steals my breath, I groan. Soup air at night is worse than during the day.

“Gabe.” I snap my head towards Van and grin. “Angel, I have a tiny problem.” He grits his teeth and I realize he’s hiding something.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know you said no pets, but…” He holds up his hand to show me a tiny white kitten. “I found him crying in a ditch and couldn’t just leave him.” Van pets the kitten on the top of his head with one finger and coos. “You’re a little sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“You want to keep him?”

Van nods. “But I’ll find a home for him if you’re opposed to it.”

“I’ll just have to pay a pet deposit and pet rent, but it’s not too awful much.” Plus, if the kitten makes Van this happy, there’s no way I’m denying him. “But are you sure it’s not a shifter? He looks an awful lot like?—”

Sparkle bursts from the door. “Have you two seen—” His hands fly to his chest. “Ferris.” He holds out his hands. “My mom texted during my set and said he ran off. I’m so glad you found him.”

Van’s shoulders drop, and he passes the kitten to Sparkle. “He was so scared. I kept him company.”

“You tell Van thank you, you little shit. You had mom terrified.”

The kitten shakes in Sparkle’s hand when he squats to the ground. “Shift and say thank you.”

“He doesn’t need to. I’m glad I could help,” Van says.

The tiny kitten gingerly steps off Sparkle’s hand and slowly grows into a boy no older than seven.

“Thank you, Van. Momma was going to clip my nails and I don’t like it.” Ferris shakes his head so hard he topples over.

“It’s okay. You were so good for me, but you need to go home. Let your momma clip your nails, okay? It’s easier when you’re human.” Van rakes his hand out as if he had claws, making Ferris giggle while he shrinks back into his kitten form.

Ferris meows a few baby sounds before Sparkle lifts him to his chest. “I know you hate getting your nails clipped, but it’s for your own good. And the good of momma’s floors.” He pats his little brother on the head. “Thank you again for finding him, Van.”

“My pleasure.”

Sparkle walks away and I take Van’s hand. “We can get you a kitten if you want. I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head. “I think I just…” He stops to think a step. “I wanted to be needed.”

“ I need you,” I whisper so softly I’m not sure he heard me until he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses.

Comfortable silence hangs between us on our walk to the apartment. As soon as we’re through the door, I yank him down for a sloppy kiss. “Please, I need you.”

“Whatever you need, Gabe. I’m yours to command.”

“Bedroom. Naked. Now.”

Van’s eyes light up and I chase him to my— our —room. We leave a trail of clothes. My hurting feet are forgotten when I push him back against the bed.

“Fuck me,” Van says.

“Plan to.” I walk around to grab the lube from the nightstand. “If you?—”

Van flips to his stomach and pushes out his ass. “Yes, please.” He’s so eager I can’t help the laugh.

“Good. It’s been a long night and I need to bury myself in your ass before passing out.” I don’t know why, but it’s what I need.

Van moans into the blanket. I admire his ass. It’s shapely and round. Perfect. “Spread your cheeks for me.”

He reaches back and does as I ask. I lean in and swipe my tongue across his ass.

“Mmmmm. You taste so good, Van.” I press my nose to him and lave at his hole, savoring every moan that comes from my demon’s throat.

“Fuck. Gabe. You suck dick like a champ, but damn. Your ass eating skills are off the chart.” Van pushes back and I moan while I suck and slurp.

“You’re so good, Van. So perfect with your ass spread open for me.” I press a finger to his hole and just tease him. He writhes on the bed, leaving pre-cum dripping from his cock.

“Fuck, and you called me a tease,” Van pants out. He grips the other side of the mattress. “Fuck me.”

I snap the lube bottle open. I’m not even touching him and he moans.

My cock is so hard while I stroke it, dribbling lube down Van’s crack. I lube myself before using my cock to spread the slick material over his hole.

He’s begging and pleading. “I need your cock in me now, Gabe.” He spreads his ass again.

“Such a good little hole.” I line up with his hole.

Van sucks in a breath when I press into him. He’s so relaxed I slide right in.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Don’t plan on it.” I drag out slowly, loving the feel of him around my cock. “So good, Van.”

He mewls and pushes back, slamming into me. I smack his ass for that, then pick up the pace. Neither of us seems to have the patience for slow and sensual tonight. My balls ram against his ass with each thrust. We’re a sweaty mess, grunting and moaning.

“Don’t fucking stop.” Van’s head drops to the mattress again and bounces his ass on my cock. I grip his hips and pump into him, using his rhythm.

My balls draw up. “Gonna come.”

Van pulls off me, making my knees tremble, when he spins around and hangs his head off the bed. “I want every last drop. Come down my throat.”

“How can I say no to that?”

Van jerks himself as he sucks my cock. His hips stutter at the same time I shout out my release. I fall forward, panting, breathing in his scent. No doubt getting some cum in my hair in the process, but I don’t care.

“Mmmm, angel, that was a good surprise. You can fuck my ass any day.” His tail wiggles as if to agree.

I press kisses to his chest and push back to my feet.

“Don’t leave.”

“I just wanna clean you up a bit.” Though his cum streaked stomach is such a turn on my cock tries to rally. He lets me go and I grab a clean washrag and run it under some warm water.

He watches me, seemingly in awe, as I wipe up his stomach, licking a bit of cum before cleaning him up. He lets me wipe the lube from his crack. Before I can do anything else, he pulls me into him.

“You’re too good to me,” Van mumbles into my hair.

“I don’t think that’s a thing.” He deserves everything.

“For me it is.” Van kisses my temple and we settle into bed. I’d forgotten all about the busy night and when it tries to keep me awake, he kisses my cheek and pulls me closer.