Chapter 18: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Helping hand!

***

For the life of him Ryan didn’t understand the sudden pity he felt for Jeremy. Jeremy was a monster and didn’t deserve anyone’s pity or sympathy, Ryan thought angry with himself. But he found himself giving Jeremy a slight nod to proceed. With a deep sigh, he relaxed against the headboard and closed his eyes. Jeremy murmured his thanks and then proceeded to thoroughly wash Ryan clean. By the time he was done, Ryan felt so refreshed. Jeremy dressed Ryan in white cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. He had to suppress his smile as he looked at his mate. With his white hair, Jeremy thought Ryan looked beautiful and angelic. But he also noticed the discomfort on Ryan’s face.

“What is it?” Jeremy asked softly. “Is it your leg?”

Ryan couldn’t help the blush that stained his cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at Jeremy. “I need boxer briefs, please. It’s err…uncomfortable to…”

“I’ll let Philip bring one now,” Jeremy said. “I thought you would rather feel freer without one. Sorry.” He said as he leaned down and scooped Ryan off the bed.

“What are you doing?” Ryan gasped as his arms automatically wrapped themselves around Jeremy’s neck.

“You need to pee,” Jeremy said simply as he headed for the washroom with Ryan in his arms as if he weighed nothing.

“How did you…”

“I can read your thoughts, remember? And I also have eyes.” Jeremy stared pointedly at Ryan’s slightly bulging groin, stifling his laughter when Ryan groaned.

Jeremy stopped in front of the toilet bowl and allowed Ryan to slide down, keeping an arm firmly around his waist to ensure he didn’t put any weight on his injured foot. He turned Ryan to face the bowl, and like the alpha that he was, reached down with his free hand to undo the buttons on Ryan’s shorts without asking permission.

“Jeremy?” Ryan had to stifle the urge to screech in both shock and annoyance. Who the fuck gave the fool the audacity to handle his body as though he had the right? What pissed him off, even more, was the wonderful feeling of arousal coursing through him at having Jeremy pressed so intimately against him…so big and powerful. And his scent, God…

“Yes, Ryan,” Jeremy responded nonchalantly, dipping his hand into the opening of Ryan’s shorts. He couldn’t see Ryan’s face and had therefore totally missed the incredulous shock and flush of arousal on his mate’s face.

“I can take it from here,” Ryan said between clenched teeth and waited till Jeremy removed his hand from inside his shorts. But even as he reached in to pull out his dicks, Ryan knew he was too late. He was already rock hard. Ryan held them, pointing them at the toilet bowl, willing them to release urine, but nothing happened. It was obvious he couldn’t pee in his current state.

Jeremy saw what was happening, knew what had to be done, and went for it without thinking. The fact that he didn’t do guys never crossed Jeremy’s mind at that point. His primary objective was to take care of the problem at hand to enable his mate relieve himself in peace. He was a man just like Ryan. He had the same appendage…though not double as his mate had but hey…all dicks were the same. He reached up and opened the small cabinet on the wall above the toilet bowl, revealing an oval bottle with a lotion pump, filled with lube. He pressed the top to release a dollop into his palm before closing the cabinet.

“Allow me,” Jeremy said softly behind Ryan, sending a delicious shiver down his spine.

“Fuck off.” Ryan rasped, his words sounding feeble even to his own ears. He needed to come so bad.

“Don’t be stubborn,” Jeremy growled. “You know you won’t be able to pee till you empty your balls.” He murmured huskily as he slapped Ryan’s hand off his cocks and gripped both firmly in his large palm.

Ryan opened his mouth to tell the man who had caused him so much pain that he didn’t need his help but what came out was an irrepressible moan. He’d never felt any other hand on his dicks besides his. And Jeremy’s hand on him felt heavenly. But he didn’t like the idea of Jeremy touching him so intimately. It wasn’t right at all. With a groan, he tried to push Jeremy’s hand off his dicks. He didn’t trust the man with his package at all. Only God knew the kind of harm Jeremy could do to him if he was given that power.

“Ow come on Ryan.” Jeremy sighed, reading his mate’s thoughts. “I just cleaned you up. If I’d wanted to hurt you in any way, I could have. I’m just trying to help you here.”

Well, helping Ryan get some relief had been his initial motive but Jeremy also realized he actually didn’t mind the feel of those dicks in his hand at all. When he’d taken the hot hard flesh in his palm initially, they’d felt so weird. But when he felt the hot blood pulsing under that thin membrane and felt both dicks pulsing within his grip, he got so fascinated. He liked the feel of those cocks in his palm, which actually surprised him. He particularly liked the way the skin moved beneath his hand when he stroked it. Jeremy rubbed the lube and precum spilling from both cocks on them, getting them slick.

“Please let me do this for you,” Jeremy whispered, the raspy quality of his breath causing a delicious feeling to spread through Ryan.

“Oh my God…” Ryan gave a helpless cry. “Care to explain why you have a big bottle of lube in…oh fuck…” He gasped when Jeremy gave both dicks a light squeeze.

“We’re werewolves, Ryan,” Jeremy responded huskily. “We have needs more than the average guy. “Now, just relax.”

“Shit...” Ryan gasped, shivering in pleasure as he watched the beautiful contrast of the darker skin of Jeremy’s hand on his lighter-toned cocks as he stroked him.

Jeremy’s hand on him felt amazingly good even though Ryan wished it wasn’t so. The combination of the sexiness of Jeremy’s voice, his sweet scent, and the feel of another’s hand on his dicks felt so damn good he felt himself drool. And as if that wasn’t enough, the erotic sounds of Jeremy’s hand pumping his slick flesh just blew Ryan’s mind like nothing ever had. A low moan reached Ryan’s ears. For a moment he didn’t know where it came from. Then he realized he was the one making that noise. He threw his head back against Jeremy’s chest and succumbed to the ecstatic pleasure. He closed his eyes and relished the sensations.

Jeremy stroked the slick cocks slowly but firmly…from base to tip…giving Ryan maximum pleasure. Ryan’s instinctively gritted his teeth to hold in his sounds of pleasure. But he just couldn’t. It felt too good. He voiced his excitement with his delirious moans which Jeremy loved hearing. His mate was so sexy it wasn’t funny. Jeremy would pause, rub the pad of his thumb against the leaking tips for a while, and then resume stroking. He wished he didn’t have to keep his arm around Ryan’s waist. He would have loved to pull on those huge balls as he stroked the dicks…bring him more pleasure.

But what Jeremy’s hand was doing to those dicks was enough to blow Ryan’s mind. He emitted a sputtering cry when Jeremy’s hand began to move faster. God! His heart rate accelerated out of control. Ryan began to whimper when he felt his orgasm slithering down his spine. With louder and lustful cries, he thrust into Jeremy’s hand frenziedly, reaching for that pleasure. And when he felt Jeremy’s warm breath on that sensitive spot on his neck, he just couldn’t hold it in. Ryan came totally unglued.

With a loud cry, he exploded, spurting ropes and ropes of cum from one dick, directly into the toilet bowl as Jeremy directed. “Oh fuck…fuck…damn…oh my fucking God…” Ryan cried out, coming in shuddering gasps, shaking uncontrollably as his climax rocked him. It was utter bliss and he never wanted it to stop. He came so hard his vision blurred.