Page 7 of You Otter Know
The thick rug padded the floor just enough, and he wanted to stretch out with some blankets and pillows because he was pooped, but he worried that might be weird.
“You want some of the pillows and stuff?” River asked like he was reading Bohdi’s mind.
“Yeah. I want to kind of?—”
“Cuddle?” River scooted closer. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” His pulse kicked into high gear. “Me too.”
“Oh, good. I was hoping I was reading the room correctly.” River moved right up against him, pressed to his body from shoulder to hip.
So warm.
By the time they got pillows and blankets on the floor, stretching out together, he was totally drowsy despite his cock making itself known, and he let River pull him into those surprisingly brawny arms, the scent of the man surrounding him in warmth and a feeling of belonging.
When he woke up, he was dreaming about a hot, muscled body against his, the smell of the perfect mate in his nose, and the feel of lips on his neck. Hard as a rock, he rubbed back and forth, trying to get some friction in spite of his damn clothes.
His skin felt tight, his ass was all clenched, and his cock was aching bad. In fact, he couldn’t remember ever being more turned on. Like, ever.
“Mmm. There he is. You feel better, honey?”
“Uh, yeah. I had a nap, huh?” He was trying to stay still now and not embarrass himself.
Which was when River pressed a hand to his ass and pulled him even closer. That was not helping things go down. Not at all.
“You did. I like being your pillow.”
“I should—” He tried to roll away, but River lifted his head with a finger under his chin and kissed him, not letting him get away.
That kiss lit him up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Boom. Bang. Sizzle. Bohdi moaned, wrapping around River and clinging, his body on fire. He couldn’t seem to let go.
Oh, who was he kidding? He didn’t want to let go. He wanted that kiss, and he dived into it, letting his tongue tangle with River’s, letting his body do what it desperately needed to do.
The man kissed him like he was starving, holding on to him tight, not letting him wiggle away. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Instead, he threw a leg over River’s hip, letting their lower bodies come into full contact. And even through their clothes, it was enough to make him moan.
“Let’s get you out of these things.” River said, tugging at his pants. And he wanted to, but Bohdi pulled away, panting, shaking his head.
“What’s the matter?” River asked, stroking his cheek with one hand, staring right into his eyes. This man didn’t shy away from anything, and it was so hard for him to get the courage up to talk.
There was something River ought to know, and it wasn’t that he had an STD or anything. But the guy might think he was nuts if he brought it up.
Then again, River had talked about being some kind of compatible creature. If they were going to get together, maybe he was more like Bohdi than not. Bohdi totally lived like a human and he had his reasons for that, but he wasn’t completely human. He looked at River and guessed River needed to know that if they were…
“I don’t suppose you brought condoms,” he asked.
River kind of sighed. “Not exactly. I mean, I thought I was gonna be here by myself.”
“Yeah me too, and I’m not the kind of guy who carries one in my wallet.”
River brightened. “I am. Let me go check it and see if it’s still current.”
That would just solve his problem, and he wouldn’t even have to talk about it.
River rolled away from him and went to the bedroom for a moment, coming back with a condom packet triumphantly held in one hand. “It’s totally still good.”
Excitement reared up in his chest again. “Cool. That’s super cool.”
“It is.” River kneeled next to him, setting the condom within easy reach. “I’m into you, Bohdi. I know it’s quick, but I want you really badly.”
