*Kurt, what is God ter yer? What do yer think of when yer think of Him?*
"Love," he answered immediately. "God is love."
*Alright, then. If God is love, and He loves yer, don't yer think He would still love yer, even if yer have feelings fer someone of the same sex?* He was quiet fer a while. So long, in fact, that I wondered if I had offened him in some way.
"Do you vant to know vhy I ended up in you room zose nights?" He was avoiding the question, but I was curious... I nodded. "Because I saw zat thought of yours--ze one vhere you vere running your hands down my chest." Oh, shit! I thought I'd been safe! Fer the first time EVER I was glad most of my face was gone so he couldn't see the blush that would've painted my cheeks a bright red.
*Er, yer did?* He nodded, but there was a sly smile on his soft blue lips.
"Ja, but I loved it. And I vanted you to do it so much! But I ran from it, like I ran from you tonight." I was frozen like a deer in headlights. Did he just say he wanted me ter do it? "Zat's vhy I ended up in your room. I repressed it so much, but deep down I vanted it." Okay, Jono, he just said he wanted it so make some kind of move, yer lazy bastard!
To my utter astonishment, it was Wagner who made the first move. He leaned over and kissed me on the bandages where my mouth was supposed ter be. I jerked back from him like he'd burned me. I wasn't used ter being touched anywhere near my bandages. The reaction on Wagner's face was nearly the death of me. Such hurt.
*I'm sorry. I'm not used ter being touched...where my bandages are. I'm a bit sensitive about it.* He nodded, but he still looked like I'd hurt his pride or something. I leaned over and touched my forehead ter his. He kissed the tip of my long Cockney nose and smiled, undoing me. I had ter have him!
I embraced him, nuzzling my face inter the hollow of his neck. Wagner has his own unique scent--the smell of cologne and a faint trace of brimstone from the bamfing he does. It didn't smell bad. It was kind of like my smell in that it would never go away. He ran his hands down my back, sending little shocks through me. I moaned softly, my body already reacting ter the warmth of him.
He pulled away from me quickly, and I watched with eager anticipation as he pulled his gray sweatshirt over his head and let it drop ter the floor. There he was, sitting next ter me, his bare chest calling out ter me. I raised my hands slowly, so slowly (because surely this was a dream), and laid my fingertips just below his collarbone. I felt him shudder, and I did the same. God, his fur was so soft. I ran my hands down that velvety chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath, and it was a thousand times better than anything in my fantasies. I came across the hardness of his nipples and I felt my eyes crinkle in a wicked smile. I ran my thumbs over them, pinched and teased them. He squirmed and God, oh God, I wanted him! But as much as I wanted him, I had ter know how far he wanted ter go.
*Kurt, yer sure yer wanner--* He held up a hand ter silence me, then traced a finger down my cheek.
"More zan you know, Jono." I nodded and went back ter that hauntingly soft chest of his.
My hands moved down lower, circling his bellybutton first, then playing dangerously around the elastic of his sweat pants. I could see the bulge there, calling out ter me. I yanked at his pants sternly. *Off,* I ordered, resisting the urge to rip them off myself. He stood and slipped them off, revealing lean thighs and muscular calves. He was such a lovely shade of indigo. And there, just below a much darker patch of curly hair, was the show of his arousal. It was long, dark and full. My own cock twitched at the sight of him. Shit, if I had a mouth I'd be drooling. I reasched fer him again, and explored him with my hands. I fondled his back and wonderful arse as I nuzzled his flat stomach.
"Jono," he said, his fingers playing through my hair, "Jono..." I felt something wrap around my waist and soon realized it was his tail. It ran down my back, tickling me. "Jono, I need you."
*Keep yer alan's on, luv,* I told him quietly. I cupped his arse cheeks, then wriggled a finger between them and rubbed around his warm opening. He stiffened, his breath caught in his throat. I immediately stopped what I was doing. *Too soon?* He stayed quiet, his eyes struggling. I took his silence fer what it was. *Okay, one step at a time.* I wanted ter do more with him, God did I ever, but if he wasn't comfortable I didn't want this ter be too overwhelming fer him. He relaxed and continued ter ruffle my hair.