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Friday, February 14, 2014

Warm Fuzzies, My Ass. ***NSFW***

This veers away from the usual holiday shorts in that, it has nothing to do with Valentine's Day. That just wasn't the way the story went. I sat down to write it, and had no plan in mind, and just let the guys have fun.

ALSO, this takes place before Rolly and Edie's story.

There's a scene down at the end involving a spider. Let me just say, I borrowed an event from years ago involving my husband and a spider, albeit a smaller one than used here. Plus he wasn't naked. But he did almost beat himself unconscious. Anyway, onward--

I hope y'all have fun reading it.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!


Copyright 2014 Bailey Bradford





Warm Fuzzies, My Ass.


Chapter One


Insolence was Cliff’s best feature. Well, he thought so, anyway. He leaned against the doorframe and eyed Remus’ son Rolly. “You’re dad’s a bit busy right now.”
“He’s never too busy for any of us,” Rolly said. While he sounded calm, Cliff thought he was beginning to ruffle the man’s feathers—which was his goal, because it would be fun to see Rolly lose his shit.
Cliff smirked and scratched idly at his chest. Right where he knew a brand-new lurid purple love bite was. “Well, see, he really is. I totally fucked him out, like he’s sleeping the sleep of the well-fucked. Fucked into unconsciousness. Not sure you’d know what that’s like. In fact, I’d bet you don’t have a clue.”
Rolly scrunched his face up into what might have been a disgusted look. Honestly—and Cliff wished his brain didn’t insist on that honest shit—he looked kinda cute. Like a younger version of Remus.
“That’s—“ Yeah, definitely a disgusted look. “Gross. Are you just trying to goad me?” Rolly snorted. “Of course you are. What’s wrong, did you run out of butterflies to de-wing?”
Cliff snorted right back. “Man, you suck at the insults. And the butterfly thing is just lame. Go home and come back when you can be witty.” He took a step back and started to close the door.
Rolly’s mouth opened but it was Remus’ voice cliff heard.
“If you’re that bored, Cliff, I can give you something to occupy your time.”
Cliff ignored Rolly’s triumphant look and muttered, “Into unconsciousness, huh? He seems wide-awake to me.”
Cliff shut the door on the little shit.
“He’s going home.” Cliff flipped the lock and made it two steps away before Rolly banged on the door. “Damn it.” He glared at Remus. “I never wanted kids. They don’t know how to go away.”
Remus, used to his contrary moods, only laughed. “I promise not to have any more, okay?”
Cliff grumbled more for show than anything else. It was hard to think when Remus was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Cliff hated underwear in general when it came to Remus. They impeded the ease of access and all of that.
Still, the man looked fine. Cliff took a step closer, gaze narrowed and focused on the very nice bulge those boxers covered.
“Cliff, you need to answer the door.”
Cliff shook his head. “Nah. I don’t.”
Remus huffed, that sweet little sound he made when he was particularly amused by Cliff. “Then I will.”
Cliff stopped stalking his mate and managed to drag his gaze up to Remus’ face. Yup, lots of amusement there. “Why do I have to open the door? He can come back later.”
Remus came over to stand right in front of him.
Like Cliff could think of anything but having the man again with him so close, smelling like Cliff, that bite mark still fresh on Remus’ neck—
“Because Rolly’s my son, and he shouldn’t have the door to his father’s house slammed in his face,” Remus said quite calmly.
Cliff snorted. “Well when you put it like that I still don’t get it. He ain’t a kid, and I want you.”
Remus’ eyes darkened and his arousal grew, literally, until Cliff could feel the hot press of Remus’ cock against his. And yet, Remus still sounded like he wasn’t the least bit fazed. “You can have me once he’s visited. The longer we debate it, the longer until we can fuck.”
Cliff palmed Remus’ dick while Rolly banged louder.
“Please tell me you two aren’t doing it in there!” Rolly hollered.
Cliff grinned, his pure evil one that made him feel as happy as he did horny. “Since he already thinks we are—“
Remus leaned forward and whispered in Cliff’s ear. “You’d rather have a quick fuck than a long, mind-melting one because you’re scared of my kids, then okay.”
“Goddamn it,” Cliff huffed. “That’s not it. He’s annoying. He doesn’t think I’m good enough for you.” Cliff rolled that around in his head. “Well okay. He’s right but I’ll never tell him so. None of your kids like me, and Bobby—“ Erk. That was too close to whining. Cliff rubbed Remus through his boxers. “I swear I’m gonna have to beat his ass.”
“I have more faith in you than that.” Remus kissed him quick on the lips then slid out of his grasp.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Cliff asked, twisting around to watch Remus open the door. He let it go when he saw Rolly’s bemused expression. Geez, it was hard to shake any of that family up for long.
Resigned to a visit with Rolly, because there was no way Remus would let him escape it, Cliff caught Remus by the elbow. “Fine, I’ll let him in. Go get some clothes on.”
That got him an arched eyebrow and Cliff wanted to kick himself for being so possessive. It wasn’t like the entire pack hadn’t seen each other naked. Duh.
“I’d say you’re so cute together, but you’re kind of an ass, Rolly said as he came inside. He didn’t sound mad, just stating a fact. “I guess that’s why you two work so well. Dad’s awesome.”
“Rolly,” Remus chastised. Just the name, but it was enough. Rolly looked down.
“Sorry—“ Then he raised his head and winked at his dad. “That I said it in front of you, Dad.”
Remus chuckled. “Try not to kill each other while I grab some pants.”
“No promises,” Cliff told him. In truth, he didn’t want to hurt Rolly, just irritate him. He was going to manage it, too, somehow. He had a burning desire to see Rolly red-faced and furious. That was the same desire Cliff had for all of Remus’ sons since they looked at him like he was nowhere near good enough for Remus.
Okay he probably wasn’t, but then again, no one was. Remus was pure in a way Cliff had never been, and that light he carried inside of him was un-dimmable.
“Maybe we should try to get along,” Rolly said. Cliff eyed him like lazily. Rolly chuckled before saying, “Yeah, okay. That wouldn’t be any fun, would it?”
Cliff figured it would happen eventually, because Remus and that power of good shit would prevail. Rolly had that same shine to him, anyway. Not as bright, but it was there. Cliff wondered if he’d end up with a surly, sarcastic mate just like his dad did.
“You started it,” Cliff settled for saying. “I know what you think of me, and you’re damned right. I am a dangerous pyscho. So quit interrupting when I’m trying to get it on with your old man.”
Rolly did the wrinkled nose thing again and headed for the kitchen. “You said y’all had already done it. In fact, you claimed you’d done it so well, Dad was unconscious. Apparently—“ Rolly glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes shining with mischief. “You were way off on that. No wonder you were trying to, er, fix that mistake in your judgment while I was outside.”
Cliff yawned to show the insult didn’t bother him. “You’re dad recovers quickly, seeing as how he’s a real shaman and all.” He left the rest of Rolly’s insult alone, because why add to the perfect zinger he’d just flung at the man?
Rolly didn’t give him shit after that, and Cliff was maybe sorry for it. Not sorry enough to apologize, because Rolly had dogged him about his sexual prowess. But, Rolly was more fun when he was sparring with Cliff than when he was chatting to Remus about herbs and shit.
Literally, shit. Something about using certain kinds of it for fires.
Cliff blocked that out.
Finally, finally, Rolly took his cell phone out and did something on it, then stood up to leave. He grinned at Cliff, big ol’ smile with lots of teeth to it, and Cliff knew the little shit had dragged the visit out just to annoy him. Cliff grinned right back and made a big show of ogling Remus’ ass and licking his lips.
He really did have grand plans for that ass, and the rest of Remus as well.
Except Rolly walked out the door—and high fived his brother Cole on the porch steps. “Tag. Your turn. Did you get hold of Cam?”
Cole nodded. “Yeah, and I think Bobby’s coming by later, too.”
Cliff narrowed his eyes at Rolly. He would get the fucker back.


Chapter Two


“Where’ve you been?” Remus asked, and Cliff almost beamed at the note of suspicion in his mate’s voice. “Never mind. I don’t think I want to know. I’m sure it has something to do with getting revenge on at least one of my sons. Just tell me none of them will be injured.”
“Much.” Cliff winked. “Now why would I want to hurt them? Then I’d have no one to torment.” And where would the fun be in that? Remus’ sons were turning out to be quite the pranksters, and Cliff was slowly having to face the fact that he might end up respecting the fuckers. Besides, he and them were making their peace with each other one insult at a time.
“I am impressed with my boys’ resourcefulness,” Remus admitted. “You, I knew, are sneaky and devious. It’s part of what makes you so sexy.”
Cliff preened. “And mean, don’t forget the mean part. Rolly did stomp his foot actually after the shampoo switch out I did, and he said I was a mean fucker. I thought I’d never make him lose his shit.”
Remus tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing. Cliff delighted in the rich sound of it. He’d been damned proud of himself for slipping the blue food coloring into Rolly’s shampoo bottle when he and Remus had been over there a few nights ago.
Rolly still had a funky sheen to his skin. And his hair
“Oh, that boy was mad,” Remus admitted. “I’m so glad I don’t know what you’re planning to do ahead of time. I’d try to talk you out of it because—well, just because.”
Cliff pursed his lips and thought that over. Was it because Remus thought he was being a jerk?
“No, it’s because I prefer peace to wartime antics,” Remus said. “Although I’m easily able to admit that I’ve enjoyed the shows y’all have put on so far. You against three of my boys and y’all have all fought well.”
Cliff nodded. “I’ve fought better though. And after tonight’s, er, surprise, Rolly will forget all about the blue dye.”
“Like you’ll forget about the duct tape?”
Cliff buried a wince but couldn’t quite keep from rubbing his chest, where a four-inch strip of hair was now missing. “That was just evil. Tripped, my ass. Rolly would have wrapped me up in that shit if he could have.” But calling Rolly out on the lie would have violated their psychotic little game. “I imagine Cole’s gonna be busy tonight too.”
Remus arched both eyebrows. “Are you sure you want to go after them both on the same night? The retribution might then be two-fold.”
Cliff shrugged. “Let ‘em try their worst. Or best. I never know how the fuck that saying’s supposed to go.”
“I get it.” Remus still had that amused look going on and Cliff was finding himself less and less able to quell his horniness when Remus was all Well, sweet looking, which was corny and stupid and—
“Come here,” Cliff ordered gruffly, desire tightening his throat and drying out his mouth.
Remus got up from the couch, moving unhurriedly toward Cliff. Cliff raked the man from head to toes, hungry in that way he always was for his mate. Remus paused long enough to unfasten his shorts and let them drop to the floor, and toss his shirt aside. Then it was glorious, bare skin and hard, eager man stalking Cliff as if he were prey.
Cliff tingled all over, his skin warming as desire curled hot and fierce in his gut. His cock was already erect, had been since he’d come in and seen Remus waiting in the living room. Probably even before that. The man just drove him wild with want.
Remus often let Cliff lead, because, Cliff knew but would have to be tortured to admit, Remus was the stronger of them. Stronger inside, in the core, in the soul, in what made a person what they were. Of course, Remus wouldn’t love him if he were the kind of guy who could easily admit such a thing.
And Cliff did like to keep them both on their toes.
Which was why he growled and tackled Remus. The power of his leap took them both over the back of the sofa. Remus grunted, Cliff growled again, and down they went, off the couch, onto the coffee table just enough to break the damned thing, then onto the floor.
Cliff had his mouth over Remus’, his tongue filling that wiling mouth before they landed with a thud. Remus grabbed two handfuls of Cliff’s ass and squeezed. Hard.
And Cliff found himself being flipped over, Remus on top of him and biting at his neck, leaving little stings down the length of it.
Cliff was going to lose his ever-lovin’ mind with Remus being as fierce as he was. Cliff started to spread his legs, but Remus was up like a shot and Cliff was flipped again. “Oof!”
Onto his belly, with Remus covering him. The rigid prod of Remus’ cock against his butt had Cliff’s dick leaking pre-cum. Remus bit him on the nape, a deeper, more intense bite that involved elongated canines, blood, pain and pleasure.
Cliff came in his pants like he’d never had any control.
Well, when it came to Remus, he didn’t, usually.
Remus didn’t get up, or stop rutting against him. The man was hungry, wanting, and he drew long and hard on the bite, his teeth still sunk into Cliff’s flesh. Cliff shuddered. His dick wouldn’t even have the chance to go soft with the way Remus was going after him.
Cliff felt the curve of Remus’ claws against his biceps and shivered again. That was something Remus didn’t do often, lose control enough to shift.
Remus was still very much a human, though, only his hands changing. The sting of claws, the sound of Cliff’s shirt ripping, was an erotic song emphasized with the beating of his heart and panting of his breaths.
Remus raised up, teeth still in place, but his body up enough to get the shirt torn or shredded, out of the way regardless.
Cliff wiggled and Remus swatted his hip. Cliff’s eyes shot wide open. That was a new one.
Remus finally released the flesh he’d bitten, and hissed, “Be good,” right in Cliff’s ear.
“Like I can be bad at this,” Cliff got out between pants.
Remus’ reply was to use those sharp claws to split the seam of Cliff’s shorts right down the middle.
He was being peeled open like a banana and it was the hottest thing ever.
No, not ever. “Oh, fuck,” Cliff rasped as Remus pushed his cheeks apart. Without further hesitation, Remus buried his face in Cliff’s asscrack. He flicked that slick tongue right over Cliff’s hole and Cliff couldn’t contain the bellow that sprung from him.
Couldn’t contain it any more than he could keep from wiggling to get his knees up under him. He wanted more, and Remus was damned well going to give it to him.
Remus pushed the tip of one thumb in his pucker and kept licking him. Cliff arched and tried to open himself more. He was an intense guy and light and gentle didn’t do much for him most of the time.
His mate knew him well, too. Remus pushed digits into him, Cliff didn’t even know how many. With just the bit of saliva Remus had gotten to spread around, there was a delicious burn to the penetration.
Cliff slapped the floor with one hand and shoved back. “More!”
Remus stretched his hole more, and curled those fingers just right.
Cliff’s shout probably scared the birds out every tree within a mile. Remus kept touching him there, driving him batshit crazy with need. Cliff cursed, and he said his mate’s name over and over, but Remus didn’t stop. He fingered Cliff’s ass and rubbed his gland until Cliff had to reach under himself and fist his dick.
Not to beat off, but to try to stem the orgasm that was making his balls draw up tight.
Remus thrust his fingers in faster and harder.
Goddamn it, Cliff was going to—it got loose, that mewling, needy sound he’d tried so hard to keep in.
And it was what Remus had waited for, because instant that sound left Cliff’s lips, Remus’ fingers left his ass and a thick, rigid cock replaced them.
Remus pushed in to the hilt with one jarring thrust. He reached under Cliff and pulled him up to kneel. Remus pinched Cliff’s left nipple and pounded into him, skin sweaty and making weird noises as Remus’ hips slapped against his ass.
Remus clasped Cliff’s balls with his other hand and gave them a squeeze.
“Fuck!” Cliff yelped, jerking off like mad. He shoved back as much as he could, but Remus’ hold on his tit and balls kept his movement limited. Every thorough penetration let Cliff burning and aching, need clawing at his gut and spiking in his veins.
The thick brand of Remus’ shaft scorched him in the best way. Cliff clenched and worked that dick, trying to hold on and at the same time spur Remus to fuck him harder.
Remus twisted his nipple and raked blunt nails over his balls.
Cliff made a sound he never had before, a strangled, oh my fucking gods I’m dying from this ecstasy sound that had the world turning dark around the edges as cum shot from his slit.
Remus compounded all of that pleasure by biting him again, marking Cliff on the other shoulder this time.
Cliff had the vague impression of wet heat in his ass. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, on his back, blinking his eyes open. Remus was leaning over him looking smug as fuck.
That’s how you fuck someone into unconsciousness,” he said with an unusually smug tone—matched his expression perfectly.
But Cliff didn’t mind. He managed to swallow, and nod, and he thought maybe he said some words that made sense, but it was possible he hadn’t. He settled for closing his eyes and enjoying the warm laughter that surrounded him.


Chapter Three


Bobby waited on the porch and inspected his nails. They were kind of grubby, but eh, he’d been working on his truck. “Are you sure about this?” Sully asked him.
Bobby grinned at his mate. Sully’s cheeks were bright red, no wonder since the sounds coming out of Remus’ house were rather loud, and maybe a little hot but more disturbing. Because the idea of Cliff enjoying anything as much as he was obviously enjoying being fucked—and Bobby would bet his whole everything on Cliff being the fuckee in this instance—was just a bummer.
The man needed taking down a notch, or three. Bobby winked at Sully. “Makin’ ya horny?”
Sully’s look of utter mortification was cute.
“We can always go home, or—“ Bobby pretended to give it some thought. “Around back, hop over the fence and I can fuck you until you give ol’ Cliff a run for his money on the being loud part.”
“No!” Sully squeaked out, but there was definitely the scent of his arousal reaching Bobby’s nostrils.
“You perv,” Bobby cooed. “I’m so proud of you. Wanna go fuck?”
Sully sputtered and Bobby took a backwards step, then another and a third until he was on the steps. “Here, kitty kitty kitty.”
“Bobby, you—“ Bobby grabbed Sully by the shirtfront the second the man was in reach. He slammed his mouth on Sully’s, almost too hard, but Sully plastered himself to Bobby like a second skin. Bobby let go of his shirt and grabbed ass. He sent Sully an image and Sully did just what Bobby wanted, hopping and wrapping those lean legs around Bobby’s waist.
Bobby’d swear heat poured off of Sully’s dick. He backed down the steps and kept kissing Sully, taming his slick tongue and nibbling on Sully’s full lips. Bobby got them to the side of the house and he pressed Sully against it. Rubbing off seemed like a brilliant plan.
Sully must have agreed. He made a sweet little needy noise. Bobby humped him fast and frantic-like, driving Sully up against the house repeatedly.
The burn of Sully’s nails cutting into the skin at his shoulders only spurred Bobby on more. He growled and snarled and fucked and fucked, and the rutting wasn’t cutting it anymore.
Then Sully tore his head aside and arched his neck, and Bobby bit. Sully cried out and Bobby grunted as he came, spilling into his jeans. Sully unraveled in a series of jerks and moans, then he went limp and Bobby had to lock his knees to keep them both upright.
“Look what you did,” Bobby teased as he nuzzled Sully’s neck. “I was all ready to come over here and whoop Cliff’s ass, and you had to go be all irresistible.”
“Flatterer,” Sully gasped out. “Oh, there.”
Bobby sucked on the spot midway up the side of Sully’s neck. The man was all kinds of sensual, and Bobby could and had loved on him all day at times.
Sully writhed and Bobby chuckled. He was the luckiest man on the planet, at the very least. “Put you’re legs down, honey.”
“Might fall,” Sully warned.
“I got ya.” Bobby did, holding Sully by the waist and making sure he was steady. “I think we’re gonna have to go change, maybe shower and fuck before trying this visit again.”
Sully smiled and Bobby let him have his little victory. Sully hadn’t wanted him to come smack Cliff upside the head, and Bobby was more than fine with the way his mate had distracted him. Maybe Sully hadn’t meant to do it at first, but he’d caught on to a way to divert Bobby’s attention.
“You know I am coming back here. Cliff ain’t getting’ away with being a douche.”
“That’s really gross.” Sully cupped Bobby’s cheek. “You know the talking vagina was meant for Rolly, not you.”
Bobby nodded. “Oh, sure, but I think Cliff needs a good beatin’ anyway.” Plus, okay, maybe he was a little embarrassed about the squeal he’d let out when he’d opened the cabinet at Rolly’s and been attacked by a yapping pussy.
“It had teeth,” he reminded Sully. “No one wants to see that, straight man, gay man, any female.”
“I have some female cousins who’d think it was hysterical.” But Sully shuddered and frowned. “I saw it. It said nasty things, too. Where does someone even find shit like that?”
“Internet.” Bobby was going to have the image of the bald twat embedded in his mind for far too long. “I think it had a sore, too.”
Sully paled. “No more, okay?”
Bobby nodded. “Yeah, okay. It ain’t even that it’s a pussy. I’ve seen plenty of those since we shift as a pack and all. It’s that no genitals should ever have teeth, leap out of cabinets, or talk. That’s three kinds of wrong I can thing of off the top of my head. And, I’m still gonna knock the snot outta Cliff. He annoys me on principle anyway.”
“What principle would that be?”
“He’s a cocky bastard.” Bobby nodded. “And don’t even say it. So’m I. But I’m the alpha and he’s not, so he needs to be a cocky bastard when he’s not in my vicinity and a regular Joe when he is.”
“That’s kind of wrong. He’s who he is.”
“Sure, and I know that, and he’s not gonna be any different. I just said how things should be, but they ain’t, and he smirked one too many times when he looked my way. You think he ain’t gonna get a kick out of learnin’ it was me who found that gag gift?”
“You think violence is the answer?” Sully rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Of course you do. So does he. You two are—“
“Don’t even,” Bobby growled. “You say we’re twins or two peas in a pod and I’ll tickle you until you apologize.”
“And I’ll twist your ears until you apologize.”
“Meanie,” Bobby pouted.
Sully nodded. “And don’t you forget it.”
Bobby gave Sully a peck on the lips. “Besides this prank, it’s time him and Remus’ sons stop acting like idiots. I done told Rolly as much and you heard me. Someone innocent—not me, duh—could end up getting hurt or an eyeful of something they shouldn’t. Just think of any of Solomon’s little brothers or sisters had opened that cabinet instead of me.”
“Pretty sure Cliff was careful enough to put it where he did because he knew Rolly would be opening the glass cabinet. And remember, he’s some kind of shaman, too. He might have had some spell in place to make sure no kids got traumatized.”
Bobby didn’t like it, but there was a chance Sully was right.
“Or, he could have known we were going over. Maybe even suspects that Rolly’s getting some help with his ideas. The duct tape was flat-out mean. Maybe Cliff wanted to scar the person responsible for it.”
Bobby stared at Sully. “You wantin’ me to kick his ass after all? ‘Cuz I was wonderin’ if he knew we were supposed to have dinner with Rolly tonight. Now I’m really gonna—“
“I just think you’re sexy as fuck when you’re angry,” Sully whispered. “So take me home and make me scream.”
Bobby was tempted to make a crack about tickling Sully, but he could feel Sully’s erection against his through their clothes. “Yeah, okay.”


Chapter Four


When Rolly didn’t come over or call that night, Cliff began to, well, not worry, but think about why that was. Had his plan not worked? The worst that could have happened was that Bobby or Sully would have found one of the treats Cliff had tucked in the cabinet. There’d been the talking vaj in on, and he’d hidden some awesome non-poisonous snakes in the silverware drawer.
Well, the snakes might have gotten out.
So might the three mice he’d put under the kitchen sink. Mice were pretty damned smart, after all. Fortunately, the snakes were too small to eat the mice. He thought.
It might have been overkill, but Rolly had done the duct tape thing, and then there’d been the tarantulas before that—
Cliff needed to stop thinking about those hairy fuckers before he had another nightmare about them. He’d had no idea Rolly could be so damned mean.
And he suspected someone was helping the man out with the evil pranks. Of course, it could have been one of his brothers. Probably was to an extent, but Cliff trusted his instincts.
Bobby’d had it out for him from day one. That was okay, because Cliff got a kick out of knowing the alpha had to tolerate him when Bobby didn’t really like him.
It was a case of them both being alphas. Well, half of Cliff was an alpha, his wolf part. His leopard was a solitary beast that only wanted to be with Remus. So he wasn’t exactly leaping through hoops to impress Bobby.
And he was fun to poke at. Cliff especially like to shift into his leopard, then his wolf, just show off a little in front of Bobby. He had a feeling it irked the man to no end that Cliff could turn into either of two animals whereas Bobby was only capable of turning into one.
Cliff would have bragged it was a sign of superiority, except Remus only had his wolf and Cliff might joke and preen and all that, but he wasn’t dumb and knew Remus was the shit when it came to all things powerful.
Not that Cliff was far behind.
“You’re brooding,” Remus said as he rolled over. “It’s five in the morning. Why are you awake?”
“Cuz I’m brooding apparently.” Cliff turned his head and eyed Remus. “You horny?”
Remus huffed out a nearly soundless laugh. “Cliff, what’s going on in that head of yours? I can’t tell.”
“I’m not brooding,” Cliff informed him. “I was trying to figure out why we didn’t hear anything about the snakes or mice, or the other thing I left for Rolly.”
Remus sighed and closed his eyes. “Oh, Cliff, what’d you do?”
“Eh, probably better that you don’t know.” He propped himself up on one hand and used his other to start tracing patterns between Remus’ nipples. “I’m thinking that you’re entirely too sexy looking all relaxed and—“
“Sleepy?” Remus asked. “Because I am. Sleepy.”
Cliff groaned. “Fine, fine, go to sleep then. I don’t want you being tired and grouchy.”
“I’m never grouchy,” Remus said quietly. “But I do get tired. Think about how often our sleep is interrupted by someone from the pack with a problem that needs tending to. I would never turn anyone away, but a full night’s sleep is almost as enjoyable as you fucking me.”
Cliff grinned. “Hey, I see what you did there. Roll over, old man.”
Remus sprawled and Cliff saw that his dick was hard too. “You really can sleep if you want.”
“Cliff, fuck me or I’ll have to turn you into a mouse,” Remus warned.
Cliff paused with his cock inches from Remus’ hole. “Mouse? Why a mouse?”
Remus glanced over his shoulder. “Why not a mouse? Now either get to it, or I’ll—“ Remus hissed and grabbed a handful of bedding as Cliff pushed into him. “Ah, gods.”
“Yeah,” Cliff whispered. Remus ass was tight as could be, and still lubed up enough from earlier to make the glide in easy. “Nothing like this,” he said, not sure what exactly he was babbling about as he lost himself in his mate’s heat.
Remus rocked back and Cliff thrust forward. They set up a rhythm that wasn’t frantic but wasn’t quite lazy, either. When Cliff came, it was with Remus’ name on his lips. Remus shot with him, the two of them synched together perfectly.
Cliff drifted back to sleep, only to wake up to Bobby whipping the blankets off of him. “Brought ya something,” Bobby said right before three fat snakes were dumped on Cliff’s stomach.
Cliff blinked and watched them. “Guess they ate the mice after all, huh?”
Bobby picked up one snake and tutted. “Poor little mice were just doin’ their own thing when BOOM! The jaws of death got ‘em. You’re a murdered, asshole.”
Cliff shrugged as he sat up. “This is news?”
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Right, I forgot. You’re a badass.”
“Yup.” Cliff stretched and the snakes were on the bed. He didn’t mind snakes, but he sure as shit hated spiders. “Why are you here, Bobby?”
Bobby canted his head to one side. “Guess.”
“I must have bought the defective mice. These weren’t very smart after all.” Cliff picked up a snake. “You don’t care for Rolly’s new pets?”
“Uh huh. And you just happened to pick snakes, not knowing that Rolly had a panic attack last time he saw one.”
Cliff shrugged. “Sucks for him. Don’t believe you, either.”
Bobby took the snake from his hand then grabbed the other two as well. “You callin’ me a liar, Cliff? I kind of hope you are.”
Well, was he? Cliff yawned and stretched again. “I dunno, you wanna fight? Gotta prove you’re the man and all that shit? He grabbed his flaccid cock. “Compare dicks and see whose bigger?” He eyed Bobby’s crotch. “I think we both know the answer to that.”
Bobby tossed the snakes out the window. “I’m secure in my dick-hood, asshole. I ain’t got anything to worry about there.”
“Glad you think so.” Cliff considered getting up but since he didn’t smell any coffee, didn’t see the immediate point. “Why don’t you go make some coffee?”
“Why don’t you fuck off,” Bobby said as he leaned out the window. “Wonder if they’ll eat the tarantulas.”
“Nice try. The tarantulas responded well to Raid and heavy boots.” Cliff fluffed up his pillow and scooted back to lean against the headboard. “Seriously. Coffee.”
“Seriously.” Bobby leaned out the window. “Tarantula.” He came back up and in with a fuzzy black demon in his hand. “See?”
Cliff eyed the man. “Fine, you win in the crazy department.”
Bobby’s evil grin alerted him right before Bobby flung that nasty thing at him.
Cliff knew the tarantulas in Texas weren’t poisonous. He knew that, but it didn’t matter. It was still an ungodsly huge spider and it could still bite.
“Fucker,” he snapped as he dodged the spider by falling off the bed.
Bobby cackled and Cliff slung his pillow at the man’s head.
And apparently the spider had been on his pillow, because it dropped down onto Cliff’s crotch.
Cliff let go of the pillow. Bobby howled with laughter, there was a soft thud when the pillow met its target, but Cliff didn’t give a shit about that. He was too busy trying to swat the spider off his junk without keeling over or neutering himself.
“Goddamn it!” he yowled when the spider attached itself to his hand. Well, at least it was out of his parts. And not biting. Cliff came up to his feet and shook his hand, sending the spider sailing. It was his turn to cackle when it hit Bobby in the face. “And after it’s been on my balls!”
“Fuck you!” Bobby swatted and sent the spider off to the left. “I hope that fucker hides and you have to wonder and worry about where it is and when it’ll come out and get you.” Bobby’s eyes crinkled at the outer corners. “Maybe it’s a female and it’ll lay eggs in the closet. Or in your dresser. Maybe under the bed, that’d be cool, too.”
Cliff disagreed. It would suck majorly. “Guess we’ll be paying for an exterminator.”
“Nah, not with all the herbs and stuff Remus has. Can’t risk tainting them.” Bobby smirked.
Cliff was going to find the goddamned spider and he was going to kick Bobby’s ass.
“I figure, Rolly’s just too nice to keep up with you, but I’m not.” Another big smirk from Bobby. “He’s gonna through in the towel, but I’m picking it up. Been holdin’ it anyway.”
Cliff nodded. “Thought you were helping him. And you’re on, twerp. I’ll never stop.”
Bobby gave him a thumbs up. “Sure you will. You’ll be beggin’ me for mercy by the end of the month.”
“Right.” Cliff took that for what it was, a fucked up form of acceptance. His favorite kind, at least when it came to anyone other than Remus. Normal just wouldn’t ever do for Cliff. “So this means no fight?” He cracked his knuckles and put a little bounce in his pecs.
Bobby eyed them and strutted over. He pulled up his t-shirt and did some flexing of his own.
“Adequate, at best,” Cliff told him.
He really did like the way Bobby’s eyes narrowed.
“Adequate.”
Cliff nodded.
Bobby tugged his shirt down. “You know, we might have that fight yet.”
Cliff grinned. “Looking forward to it.”
It was fun making friends. Who knew?








25 comments:

ElaineG said...

I could read 8 more chapters of this...awesome banter and planking Bailey! Thanks

Margaret S said...

Great fun - Thank you

Anonymous said...

Fantastic thank you for the VDay story

Cynthia

Demetra said...

Damn i love Cliff and Bobby - those two are crazy. Great couple of chapters Bailey. Hope you enjoy your anniversary trip.

Karen H said...

Oh my, there's nothing like a little family fun on Valentine's Day. Thanks for the chuckles.

Elizabeth Fields said...

Great story.

Tekikat said...

I lllluuuvvv it!!! Happy valentine's day Bailey :-)

Maggie Harris said...

Is the rest of this series available to read? I am dying to read all these people's stories!

Marie* said...

*Thank you LOL*
Marie*

Shorty Chelle said...

Absolutely loved it. Fantastic job Bailey. :)

Melinda said...

OMG - that was so good. You really need another book with Cliff. He is just the greatest character.

Felicity A said...

I just finished Cliff yesterday, but it was still great to catch up with them. Tarantula on the nuts, though; that's so gross! *shudder*

Bailey;-) said...

ElaineG,

Thank you! I had intended it to be shorter but was just having too much fun! Glad you enjoyed it too :D

Bailey;-) said...

Margaret S,

Thank you!

Bailey;-) said...

Cynthia,

You're welcome, and I hope you had a fabulous day!

Bailey;-) said...

Demetra,

You know they'd be smacking each other upside the head all the time, lol. Thank you, I hope you had a fabulous V-Day!

Bailey;-) said...

Karen H,

You're welcome. Cliff did not lend himself to a romantic V-Day short. He wanted to annoy people lol :D

Bailey;-) said...

Elizabeth Fields,

Thank you!

Bailey;-) said...

Tekikat,

I'm glad you did! And thank you! We had a fantastic day and I hope you did, too :D

Bailey;-) said...

Maggie Harris,

Hi and thank you :D Most of the characters are part of the Leopard's Spots series, which is available at Totallybound, ARe, Amazon, BN, etc. Rolly's story will be out next year in the Spotless series :D I hope you have a wonderful day!

Bailey;-) said...

Marie*

You are most welcome ^.^

Bailey;-) said...

Marie*

You are most welcome ^.^

Bailey;-) said...

Shorty Chelle,

Thank you, ma'am! I'm glad ya liked it :D :D

Bailey;-) said...

Melinda,

Thank you! He does need another book. He's so snarky and fun to write about ! :D

Bailey;-) said...

Felicity A,

Lol I'm glad you enjoyed it-- the spider thing did happen to my spouse. He at least had his underwear on but he about beat himself unconscious... :D

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