THE SEEMINGLY endless ride home grated on Taz’s nerves. After that kiss at Renee’s bar, his need for his lover was slowly building, a churning in his gut. Taz gripped Reed’s hand. It took everything he had not to leap across the car, wrap his arms around Reed’s neck, and… and he’d better not do that in this primitive vehicle. Damn thing was almost as bad as that contraption they flew down here on. Plus, Reed would probably yell, and not in a good way.
But when he got his human back to where they were staying, he’d make him yell, and definitely in a good way. Taz growled softly. Oh. Right. They wouldn’t be alone. Oh stars, he’d forgotten. While he thoroughly loved Reed’s parents, he was more than ready to return to New York. The hustle and bustle—that steady throbbing heartbeat of the city—was missing here. This place was definitely quieter. Plus there were certain people he could live without.
The pace here was much slower. Taz frowned as he remembered Reed’s parents lived in a community with other older humans. He preferred the apartment Reed owned. There were many humans there around Reed’s age who enjoyed the same social activities they did. Taz especially liked to go dancing. But it wasn’t the older people that caused his disturbance. What had really ruined their visit was Peyton. What he wouldn’t give for five Earth minutes alone with the jerk.
“Hey kitten, watch the claws.”
Taz caught his breath. Just thinking about Peyton had inadvertently brought his claws out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Of course not. You didn’t,” Reed quickly replied. “I just felt them, that’s all. But I know that doesn’t usually happen unless you’re upset, so what’s going on?”
Taz fidgeted. He looked out the window, picked at an imaginary piece of fluff on his jeans.
“Babe?” Reed squeezed Taz’s hand.
Taz sighed. “Nothing, really. I was just thinking how I’d like to make love with you when we get home. Then I remembered we aren’t at home, we’re at your parents’ home. That got me to thinking about how I’m ready to go back to New York. This is a nice place, but New York suits us better, I think. Thinking about this place made me think about Peyton and how I’d like to get him alone for a short time. I guess my claws popped out when I thought of that jerk.”
“Goodness, all that, huh? Know what part I liked best, though?”
Taz grinned. “The getting Peyton alone for a short time?”
Reed snorted. “Actually, no. The ‘getting me alone and making love’ part. There’s potential there.”
Taz scooted a little closer. “We’ll have to be very quiet, I think.”
Reed nodded, never taking his eyes off the road. “Yes. And no roaring or loud purring.”
“And no loud praying, either.”
Reed cut his eyes over to Taz for a second, then glanced back at the road. “Huh? Praying?”
Taz squeezed Reed’s hand. “I’m talking about all the ‘oh Gods’ you say while you work your cock up my ass.”
“Jesus Christ.” Reed’s free hand jumped on the steering wheel, jerking the car. Reed quickly eased the vehicle back into the appropriate lane. “Damn, Taz, are you trying to make me wreck?”
Taz stretched over the console and blew in Reed’s ear. “Wreck, no. Get you in the mood to fuck me? Yes.”
Reed sucked in a harsh breath. “Keep that up and I’ll be looking for a nice, desolate road.”
Taz repeated the action, whispering, “That works for me.”
“Oh God—”
“See? Praying.”
Reed choked out a laugh. “Funny. Babe, I’m too old to be fucking in the backseat like a kid when there’s a nice, soft bed not very far from here.”
Taz slumped back to his side of the car. “But… I’ve never done it in the backseat, my Reed. What’s it like? Is it exciting? Messy? Fun?”
“Oh God—”
“Praying again?”
Reed shook his head. “I can’t believe, just can’t believe that I’m thinking about this. Do you know what kind of trouble we could get into if we got caught? Seriously, I mean big trouble.” Reed frowned at the road. “Trouble like going-to-jail kind of trouble. Yeah, don’t think that’s an experience you want. Not to mention the whole alien thing, and I’m not talking the illegal kind either. It’s not safe.”
Taz’s eyes rounded. “Your police would take us to jail?”
“Get the right kind of asshole, and yeah, he could. Not supposed to be doing that kind of stuff in public. Sorry, Taz, but the risk isn’t worth drawing the authorities’ attention to you. And God, I feel like an old fogey now. What next? The four o’clock senior citizens special at Denny’s?” He thumped his hand against the wheel.
Taz flipped through the definitions in his translator until he found what he wanted. “Ah, an old fogey: An extremely fussy, old-fashioned, or conservative person. I don’t see you this way, Reed. Careful, yes, but that’s a good thing. I tend to forget I’m an alien, you know. I’m just me. I don’t feel alien, and I don’t think about hiding what I am. It’s good that you do.”
“You’re my life, so you’re damn straight I’m going to do whatever I need to keep you safe.” Reed pulled into his parents’ driveway. The lights of the car glowed brightly against the large door that led to the place where humans kept their automobiles, reminding Taz of the twin moons of Peleos. “And that’s why we’re going to do this in a place that keeps you safe. I’m all for excitement, but not at the cost of losing you, babe. Okay?”
Taz leaned over the console and kissed Reed on the cheek. “You’re all the excitement I need. Honest. I don’t need the backseat of a car or a tiny room on an unsafe air machine to make sex interesting. All I need is you. And maybe a pillow to help drown out any sounds,” he added as an afterthought.
Reed snickered. “Think that can be arranged.” He flicked a button on a small device that he pulled from over his head. Taz gave him a questioning look. “I borrowed Mom and Dad’s garage remote. I’m going to park inside tonight. Not taking any chances on… just not taking any chances.”
Taz understood and approved. Reed’s despicable ex had placed something on the car before, no sense in giving him a chance to do it again. They’d be gone soon, the car would be returned to the polite lady who had let them borrow it, and all would be well once again.
And yet… and yet he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to crouch on all fours in the backseat of this vehicle while Reed pounded into him. The thought was making him hard, and he barely restrained a whimper. He noticed the door slowly disappear from view, opening an entry into the car room. Reed slowly moved the car into the space, closing the door behind them.
Thoughts of the nice soft bed so close at hand and yet so impossibly far began to fog Taz’s brain, overtaken and pushed away by the heightening desire for his Reed that was consuming him. Before Reed had a chance to move out of his seat, Taz cupped his groin and began to rub against him, a low moan forming in the back of his throat.
“Want you so much,” he murmured. “Can’t… fucking… wait….”
REED SHOULDN’T have been surprised at Taz’s sudden maneuver. The signs had been there, after all, if he’d been paying attention to them. And truth be told, his own desire for Taz was going a bit haywire too. He wanted his kitten just as badly as Taz wanted him. Well hell, he was still young, wasn’t he? Who was an old fogey? Not him. They’d never get this chance in New York since he didn’t own a car. So why the hell not?
Taz’s talented hand was driving him crazy. He was half afraid he’d come before they ever got started. Better a momentary cool down while they got themselves into position—were they really going to do this, here and now?—and he took the time to explain the rules to Taz: no screaming, roaring, sudden explosions. That had never happened before, but best to cover all the bases.
Besides, he was still strapped into his seat belt, and right this minute it was strangling the bejesus out of him.
“Hang on, babe, hang on.” He found it hard to remove Taz’s hand, but he told himself it was for the best. At Taz’s crestfallen expression, he hurriedly pressed the button on the harness and snapped it back into place before leaning across toward Taz and kissing him. “No, no, sweet love, don’t look like that. I want you, I really do. Yes, right here and now. Well, right there and now.” He jerked his thumb toward the backseat and was rewarded with the sight of Taz’s bright smile.
Was he crazy? Undoubtedly. Were they going to do this? Hell, yes.
Taz scrambled into the backseat. Reed shook his head. There was no way he was climbing over that seat. He wasn’t a teenager and hadn’t been for a long time. Things on him actually popped now when he bent them in certain ways. There were doors on a car for a reason. And Taz was a damn sight more flexible than he was.
Taz’s shirt sailed over the seat, hitting Reed. “Think this would work better if you were back here with me,” he grumbled.
Reed grabbed the handle, his hand slipping off twice in his rush to get out. He finally got the door open—thank God he didn’t hit his parents’ car that was parked next to them—and lurched out of the rental car. The interior light highlighted Taz’s stripes. His kitten had his jeans undone and was struggling to get them off. Flexible didn’t begin to describe Taz… and hello, there went Taz’s jeans and underwear. He’d better get back there before Taz started without him.
Reed opened the back door. “Hands off that.”
Taz whimpered pitifully but released his cock.
Reed slipped into the backseat and shut the door. Was there anything as sexy as the male sitting next to him, his stripes fully showing, and God, that tail should be making an appearance any time now. “Since you need something to do with those hands, unsnap me.”
Reed held his breath as Taz’s hands brushed against his cock. Not going to come, not going to come. Dammit. He was already so close, too close. His balls ached with the need to empty. And if he didn’t get his jeans undone soon, his dick was going to fall off. His clothes were strangling him. Taz flipped open his zipper, parted his pants, and fished his cock out. Remnants of the air-conditioning they’d been blasting in the car caressed his naked flesh.
“Mmm,” Taz hummed as he stared at what he held. “Can I…?”
Reed ran his hand over Taz’s hair. “Yeah, we don’t have lube, so get me good and wet. And no deep-throating, or this party’s going to be over before it starts.”
“Okay,” Taz purred obediently, leaning over Reed’s lap.
Lord, he loved that sound. Reed fought against leaning his head back as Taz wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. It was late, and his parents should be asleep, but he was going to keep an eye out for them, just in case. Wet heat enveloped his cock. Reed’s eyes rolled back, and all thoughts of anything but Taz’s mouth flew out of his head. So much for keeping watch. Jesus fuck, that tongue of Taz’s should be illegal. Actually, what he was doing probably was in a lot of places. Another reason to be careful in public.
Right at that moment, though, Reed didn’t care if the whole state of Florida traipsed through the garage because Taz’s tongue was meandering up and down his shaft, taking its sweet time, rubbing like crazy. He was going to lose his mind, he knew it. Taz bobbed his head slowly, pausing to suck the head while his hand jacked the bottom of Reed’s dick. Saliva dripped down, wetting him. Yeah, Taz was serious about getting him ready… so much so Taz was going to make him come if he wasn’t careful. Taz must have thought the same thing because he pulled off and grasped the base, still leisurely stroking.
“You’re good and wet, my Reed.”
“Gok,” Reed grunted, then cleared his throat. Fuck, Taz had sucked the ability to speak right out of him, through his cock. “I mean good. That’s good. Straddle me, babe.”
Taz stole a quick kiss, then swung a leg over Reed’s lap, balancing himself over the cock that pointed directly up at his ass. “As sexy as I think it is to be undressed while you’re still clothed, I think we might need to get your shirt out of the way.” What a time for his kitten to be practical.
“Just shove it the fuck out of the way, then,” Reed growled. The head of his dick brushed Taz’s hole. He was going to start foaming at the mouth if he didn’t get in there and damn soon. How the hell Taz was still able to make any sort of sense was beyond him. His own thought processes were shot to hell. Reed tightened his hand around Taz’s slim hips and grunted when Taz finally pushed his shirt out of the way. “Taz… please.”
Taz impudently flicked his nipples and Reed saw stars. Another odd sound exploded out of him. He bit his lip when Taz wiggled, then began the slow descent down his shaft. The need to just sink his fingers into Taz’s hips and slam him down was nearly overwhelming. He wanted to thrust. God, he wanted to thrust… almost more than he wanted his next breath. The only thing that stopped him was how much that would hurt his lover. That and the fact Taz would probably rip him to shreds with his claws. Which he would fucking well deserve, since they were only using spit as lube. Rough was fine, bloody wasn’t cool—he knew that firsthand.
“Oh babe, God, you’re so tight. Does it hurt?”
Taz slipped down a little farther. Reed felt his tail make an appearance, jerking behind him. “Burns a little, but it’s not bad.”
“There’s that tail.” Reed flexed his hands on Taz’s hips. “Take your time. I want this to be good for both of us.”
“Almost… I’m almost… there….” Taz squirmed a little more, then dropped down the rest of the way. With a sigh, he relaxed, flush against Reed’s lap. Taz leaned toward Reed, gently nipping Reed’s bottom lip. “Just give me a second, okay?”
Reed rubbed his hands up and down Taz’s back. “Whatever you need.”
Taz shifted, waited a second, then rocked back. “All right, my Reed, I think I’m ready.”
“Ah, ah… fuck.” Reed huffed out a breath and rested his hands back on Taz’s hips. “Yeah, you’re loosening up. I can feel it.”
Taz lifted up just a smidgen, rotated his hips, then eased back down. “Oh yeah, I’m ready. Fuck me, Reed. Pound my ass.”
Reed might have been the one who whimpered that time. He was beyond noticing or caring. His hands automatically reclaimed Taz’s hips as he leveraged himself, bracing his legs to give him the force he needed to thrust upward, inside of Taz. Oh Lord, how hot and tight he was. Just like velvet coating his dick. This was something he knew he’d never tire of, making love to Taz. This was just… perfect.
He moved up and Taz moved down, falling into a rhythm that was choreographed in their hearts. It was hard for Reed to angle himself the way he’d like; some things were just more difficult when you topped from the bottom. Taz would have to do it himself.
“C’mon, baby,” he urged, “you know how to do it. You can find your prostate, just shift a little bit.”
By now, he knew Taz’s insides as well as their owner did, and he could find that little bundle of nerves blindfolded. Taz shifted as directed, impaling himself more on Reed’s cock. Reed was rewarded with the sweet sound of pleasure that meant he’d found it the first time.
Reed felt Taz clench his muscles even more around his cock, and he knew his time was limited. Taz’s own hard dick was woefully unattended to, pressed against Reed’s chest. He could feel it leaking precum and knew Taz was close too.
Reed reached between them and began to pump, which produced a yowling from his lover that Taz immediately brought down to a softer screech. At that moment, Reed was beyond caring. Taz’s tail was flying about. He felt it thump against his legs, but there wasn’t enough room or time to maneuver it inside of him, damn the luck. That could wait until they got home, and then….
The thought of Taz fucking him with that marvelously talented prehensile tail pushed Reed over the edge, but he had the satisfaction of feeling Taz release first, his cock spasming, jets of come streaming onto Reed’s chest. Reed’s orgasm quickly followed, and their moans harmonized, one with the other.
Taz collapsed onto Reed, panting. Reed pushed back damp strands of multicolored hair and kissed Taz’s sweaty cheek. “Oh babe, you were awesome.”
“I am nothing without you, my Reed,” he said simply, and Reed thought his heart would swell up and burst. How had he ever lived without this precious man who filled his life so perfectly? He hadn’t, not really. But he sure as hell would now.
Reed felt the beginning of a cramp in his back. This was not the time or place for cuddling. Plus the longer they lay here, the greater the chance of discovery. And if they should happen to fall asleep? That would be a fatal error, for sure.
“C’mon, babe, let’s get inside and get to bed.” He hated to move Taz, especially as he seemed perfectly comfortable, but it had to be done. Taz didn’t complain. He pressed soft kisses against Reed’s chest and purred.
“Tomorrow night we shall eat and drink and dance at the party, yes?”
“Yes, we shall eat and drink and dance,” Reed confirmed. As Taz slid back, he stretched his legs and managed to sit, arching his back so he could zip up. “Um, I think your shirt’s in the front seat.”
Taz draped his body over the seat, giving Reed a rather spectacular view that he was quick to admire. Too soon, Taz pulled back, shirt in hand, a grin affixed upon his pretty face. “Got it!”
Once Taz’s pants were in place, they quietly exited the car, carrying their shirts. Reed was counting on his parents being asleep, but at worst, if they were spotted, they could just say they were hot and had taken off their shirts to cool off. Maybe that would work, maybe not.
They tiptoed carefully inside the house. Reed was relieved to see that the only lights were the ones his parents left on when they retired for the night. Despite a few aching muscles, he felt pretty damn good. Taz was good for him, no question of that. Even if he got him to do things outside his normal comfort level.
He sent Taz ahead and paused at the bathroom long enough to get a warm washcloth, so they could do a quick cleanup before sleep. Tomorrow night they’d have their last hurrah in Florida, tell his family good-bye, and Saturday morning they’d be headed home.
Things were finally looking up at last.