Lynx Northern Shifters 3

their next meals should be. Something simple. Because he had no doubt they were going to be busy over the next few days. With each other.
Trey grimaced then, feeling like a hypocrite. All his arguments about keeping a certain distance between himself and Jonah had gone up in smoke, and he feared there was a strong element of selfishness at its base, despite his rationalizing what he’d initiated today. He’d spent years alone, with few physical encounters and those with strangers. He’d taken pride in his asceticism, his self-control. And now that an opportunity for something else had arisen, he was throwing that part of himself away.
He scrubbed his face. He was almost forty. Not terribly happy or satisfied. He was going into a difficult and dangerous situation soon, undercover in an agency that would lock him up and dissect him if they knew he was a werewolf. And he’d looked forward to it, looked forward to the self-punishment. He was a whore for punishment. Quinn had told him that once, but they’d been laughing. It had been about Trey’s marathons then, which he’d always been running. But it had been about more than that too.
He’d fallen hard for Quinn. This wasn’t the same situation, far from it. For one thing, Quinn had been older. But if Trey was honest, he could admit he was falling for a raw-boned, untried man who was barely more than a youth, if not in age then in experience.
He’d never before found inexperience appealing or attractive, but he hadn’t met Jonah before either. Trey poked the fire, this time smiling. There were no preconceptions here, no expectations. Their relationship, short as it would be, would play out without the burden of cynicism or bitterness or game playing.
Jonah stirred and Trey shifted so he could see. He hoped the panic and fear would be, if not gone, at least substantially reduced. Trey had been concerned that the fear had something to do with a bad sexual experience, some kind of abuse, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He still wanted to understand it though.
Jonah’s eyelids lifted and suddenly awake, he shoved up to sitting as his gaze landed on Trey. Wide eyed, a little uncertain, Jonah looked appealingly rumpled with sleep. Trey could smell his arousal and smiled.
“Good evening.”
“Thanks for keeping the fire going and…” Jonah glanced at the small line where his long underwear hung to dry, as well as a couple of other items of clothing. His face flushed and Trey’s cock responded. No more second-guessing. That would come later. He pushed off the bench and stalked over to the cot, then swung a leg around so he straddled the cot again and sat between Jonah’s legs. He was going to have good memories of this cot, he knew it.
Jonah’s eyes grew darker and greener.
“And?” Trey asked.
“What?”
But Trey didn’t wait for an answer. He laid a palm against Jonah’s neck and Jonah leaned into him.
“I can smell your arousal.”
“Oh God.” Jonah’s gaze skittered to the side and he sounded aghast. “ Always? All this time you’ve smelled it?”
“Well, yeah. I’ll admit I was flattered.”
“Flattered?” Jonah spluttered, caught somewhere between relief and embarrassment.
“Sure. Cute young guy like you…”
The expression on Jonah’s face, if it could have been translated into words, was What are you talking about? But he didn’t say that. His chest heaved once and he moved on to say, “I thought you’d be angry. Maybe repulsed. I tried so hard to control it.”
It. So Jonah’s working vocabulary about sex was limited, mainly by bashfulness, Trey would guess, though ignorance was probably at work here too. Had Jonah’s mother had any sex-education talks with her son? There certainly weren’t any handbooks to be found around here.
In any event, perhaps this was the source of Jonah’s fear—that Trey would be angered by Jonah’s attraction, Jonah’s arousal. “It doesn’t make me angry,” he said softly. “It turns me on. You can probably smell mine, you know, if you learn to identify it.”
Jonah glanced down at Trey’s crotch.
“What do you want, Jonah?”
Jonah eyed him, licking his lips, and Trey had the sense that Jonah wanted too much and didn’t know how to articulate any of it. But there were ways of gaining consent, so Trey pulled down the sleeping bag and slipped a hand over Jonah’s bare hip. Jonah jolted slightly at the touch, and Trey waited until he’d gotten acclimated to that.
“I’m