Changelings

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Preparing the evening meal provided only a partial distraction from thoughts of the fairy. He knew if he told anyone, Robert included, he’d be ridiculed. At best people would assume he was having them on, having a laugh. At worst, he’d end up sounding mentally disturbed.

By the time Robert arrived home, the table was set and the warm, comforting aroma of food cooking filled the kitchen.

“Hey babe, I’m home,” Robert called as he came through the front door.

Jacob grabbed a nearby tea towel and wiped his hands clean.

“Dinner’s nearly ready,” he said, stepping into the hallway, surprised to see Robert looking a lot like a drowned rat. “Gee, it’s really coming down out there.”

Robert kissed Jacob firmly on the lips and gave Jacob’s arse a couple of light slaps.

“Tell me about it,” he said, taking off his coat and scarf. “I was out in it.”

“Looks like you made it just in time,” said Jacob, turning towards the kitchen.

“I’m going up for a shower,” Robert called. “Get out of these wet clothes.”

“Take your time. Dinner will be a few minutes yet.”

Back in the kitchen, Jacob removed the steaks from the paper they’d been wrapped in and dropped each in turn onto the electric grill.

“Care to join me?” said a deep, low voice in his ear.

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat.

“I thought you were…”

Robert wrapped his arms around Jacob from behind and nuzzled Jacob’s neck. Jacob could tell Robert was naked. He could feel his lover’s c**k pressing into him, growing harder against the mound of his left buttock.

“Come on. I need someone to wash my back,” Robert said.

Jacob could feel his own c**k swelling within the confines of his jeans.

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I’ve got to get my husband’s dinner.”

Robert wasn’t going to give up. He pushed his erection into the crevice between Jacob’s arse cheeks and flicked his tongue against the skin behind Jacob’s ear. “Come on. He won’t be home for ages. We’ve got time.”

Jacob turned around to behold Robert in his beefy, burly glory—the large, firm pectoral muscles covered in curly black hair, the two long n*****s that poked from the tangle of chest hair, pink and inviting, and the trail of hair leading down to his thick pubic bush. A vision of perfect manhood. Adonis returned from the hunt. And his c**k, engorged and veined, was already beaded with pre-c*m.

Jacob bent down and carefully licked it off with the tip of his tongue before standing back up to kiss Robert’s full lips.

“I really can’t,” Jacob lamented playfully. “He’s been working hard all day. I want to have it ready for him when he gets here.”

Robert leaned in and pressed his lips against Jacob’s and with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, they kissed. Their tongues entwined and Jacob couldn’t help but slide his hands down over Robert’s hairy arse cheeks to cup the twin mounds of muscle. He gave them a squeeze, lightly kneading them while at the same time pulling his lover’s hips harder against his own.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you?”

The spark and sizzle of fat exploding on the grill snatched Jacob’s attention away from their embrace.

“Oh dear,” Robert said with a sigh as Jacob turned the steaks over. “I’m losing my charm.”

Jacob turned back around. “Oh no you aren’t,” he said pointing to the large bulge in his jeans.

“I’ll be taking care of that later,” laughed Robert, giving Jacob’s erection a squeeze before disappearing into the hallway.

“I know you will,” replied Jacob.

While Robert was showering, Jacob lit the candles on the dining table, poured two glasses of wine and put the plates in the oven to warm them. Outside, the wild wind roared through the trees and battered the side of the house. The back door was rattling on his hinges and heavy rain pelted the windows, sounding like millions of clawed fingers tapping out a cacophonic symphony. Yet Jacob felt comfortable and secure. The house was warm and well-lit, and its strong walls protected them from nature’s fury.

When he heard Robert coming down the stairs, Jacob served the meal and carried the two steaming plates into the dining room.

“Candles?” said Robert, taking his usual seat in front of the large abstract painting of an alien world in blues and purples, silver and black.

“Thought it might make things a bit cosier,” Jacob replied, setting Robert’s meal before him and kissing the top of his head. “And romantic.”

They started their meal in silence, taking the time to savour the taste of the food before they caught up with each other properly.

“Good steak,” Robert commented. “So what’s on for tomorrow?”

Jacob got to spend most weekends with Robert. They’d occasionally go driving in the country, each time taking a route they’d never travelled before and invariably winding up at a winery, a cafe, or an antiques shop in some out the way place. Sometimes they’d take a picnic, or spend the night, unplanned, in a quaint Bed and Breakfast.

“I was waiting to see what the weather did. I was thinking we could have a look at that new Old Masters exhibition at the art gallery in town.” Jacob took a sip of wine. “Although it looks like this weather is here to stay.”

Robert shrugged. “Don’t worry, babe. I have to go into the surgery tomorrow.”

Jacob screwed up his face. “Aw what? Really?”

Robert nodded. “‘Fraid so. Someone brought in a Corgi this afternoon. Hit by a car. Had to operate straight away. Jean’s in there now keeping an eye on him, but she’ll need someone to take over tomorrow.”

Jean, slim and middle-aged, was the first employee Robert hired for his surgery and was not only the longest serving member of staff, but also his most trusted.

“Can’t someone else go in? It’s the weekend.”

“It’ll only be for the morning. If the little bloke can hang in ‘til the morning, he’ll be fine. So we can do something tomorrow afternoon.”

An almighty gust of wind shook the house.

“Thank God you got home before all this started,” said Jacob. “I’d have gone out of my mind.”

“Hmmm, not such a difficult transition,” laughed Robert.

Jacob picked up a slice of baguette and threw it at Robert, hitting him in the chest.

Later that night, after the dishes had been stacked in the dishwasher and everything had been tidied away, Robert and Jacob climbed the stairs to their bedroom. They undressed together and took it in turns to brush their teeth before turning off the lights and climbing into a bed made warm by their electric blanket.

“You love me?” asked Robert, cuddling up to Jacob and kissing him lightly on the lips.

“I do, as it turns out,” Jacob replied.

They kissed again, each full of passion for the other. Their hands moved over each other’s familiar torsos, though there was nothing practiced or routine about it. Robert’s solid, masculine body still turned Jacob on as much as it had the first time they’d made love in the back of Robert’s Pajero. And he knew Robert still enjoyed his more slender, smoother body as much as he had that same night three and a half years ago.

Their kisses grew more intense. Jacob began to lose himself in their passion. The world was Robert and his full, wet lips and his warm breath. At some point Jacob became aware of Robert’s finger at his arsehole, pressing against the puckered flesh. Then suddenly it was gone. Their kiss was momentarily broken, though only long enough for Robert to lubricate his finger. Then Robert’s finger was, once again, at his arsehole.

Jacob raised his hips off the mattress to give his beloved Robert more room to manoeuvre and almost immediately felt the digit penetrate him. He gasped into Robert’s mouth.

“That’s the boy,” Robert whispered as he inched his finger deeper inside. “That’s it.”

Jacob’s hands were on either side of Robert’s head, holding it to him as they kissed. Between his legs he could feel Robert’s finger working his arsehole, thrusting in so the tip pushed gently against his prostate. After several more thrusts it came out again for a few seconds and when it re-entered him, it slipped in, smoothly and easily.

Robert had lubricated it with his own pre-c*m. It turned him on immensely when Robert did that, using his own lubrication instead of something from the supermarket. And he produced it in such bountiful quantities.

One arm was pinned beneath Robert’s bulk, but with his other hand, Jacob reached down and found Robert’s thick, uncut c**k, which, naturally, was slick with pre-c*m. He squeezed it, enjoying how the warm, pulsing organ felt beneath his palm. After giving it a couple of tugs he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to feel it sliding into him. He released it, reluctantly, and rolled onto his side.

“f**k me,” he said, pushing his arse back against Robert’s crotch.

Robert took over. He guided the engorged head of his c**k into Jacob then proceeded to ease the rest of his shaft in. He reached around, tightly enfolding Jacob in his muscular arms as he began to gently thrust into him.

Jacob closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of being penetrated by the man he loved, to enjoy the warm sensation radiating out from his arsehole, before he twisted around so their lips could meet. As Robert’s hips began to buck a little harder, a little faster, against him, he gripped his own c**k absent-mindedly and began playing with it.

How he loved this position—lying on his side with Robert behind him, holding him captive in his muscular arms while driving his erect c**k deep inside him. And he, his torso twisted, his neck stretched until it almost ached, straining to reach his lover’s lips so they could kiss while they made love.

He began slowly stroking his c**k. He didn’t want to put too much effort in. Even the slightest burst of exuberant rubbing would have him on the verge of ejaculating. And he didn’t want that. Not yet. He liked to time his climax so he came at the same time as Robert. It didn’t always work out that way, but the intention was there. Already he could feel his whole body buzzing and tingling with s****l energy. Every inch of him had become super-sensitive. When Robert’s forearm brushed against one of his n*****s, he shuddered as waves of warm energy radiated out from the swollen bud. Robert must have noticed for he brought his fingers to the tiny nub of flesh and began gently flicking it with his fingertips.

“Oh baby, don’t,” moaned Jacob, letting go of his c**k. “It’ll make me cum.”

But Robert ignored the request. Not only that, but he was thrusting his c**k in even harder than he had been. He also noticed that Robert had momentarily stopped kissing him, although his open mouth still hovered next to his own. He could feel Robert’s breath burst into his mouth in short, sharp puffs. Then Robert began grunting; deep, almost animalistic noises from the back of his throat that always preceded his orgasms.

Jacob grabbed hold of his c**k. He squeezed it and began pumping it. His balls jiggled on his thigh.

“Oh babe,” Robert moaned.

Immediately Jacob felt his balls tighten.

It was then that Robert stopped flicking Jacob’s n****e. His arms tightened around Jacob’s torso, gripping him so he could thrust more deeply into him. He arched his back. As he did so he brought his hips forward, slamming his c**k deeply into Jacob and holding his hips pressed up against Jacob’s arse. He let loose an almighty cry and then held his breath as he emptied his seed into Jacob.

The psychological aspect of s*x had always been important to Jacob. Just knowing his lover’s c**k was inside him, spilling its seed into his body, was all he needed to trigger his own orgasm. Great ropes of white semen erupted from the head of his c**k, landing in long, dark lines over the sheets. He shuddered as the last of his c*m dribbled from his c**k.

Their desire satisfied for another night, Jacob and Robert lay quietly, spooning while they recovered their breath. Robert stayed inside Jacob and he knew they would remain that way, connected, until at some point during the night, Robert’s c**k would fall out.

“Good night, babe,” said Robert, kissing Jacob on the shoulder.

“Night,” Jacob replied.