Lynx Northern Shifters 3

of distress at the command, but Jonah reached and pulled, helping Trey divest himself of the clothing.
Somehow they ended up sitting then, facing each other, arms around each other, legs against each other. Jonah placed a hand on Trey’s chest and slowly dragged it down as Trey had earlier. There was a question on Jonah’s face, so Trey nodded. With some tentativeness, Jonah wrapped a hand around Trey’s dick.
They seemed mesmerized by each other as Jonah slid his hand up and down, finding a rhythm he’d probably used on himself.
It had been a long time. Trey had purposefully trained himself not to need masturbation, not wanting to need anything. Even now he kept himself silent, unable to make the kinds of noises Jonah had so easily shared earlier, unable to give himself away in that manner.
He hardened further under Jonah’s ministrations but Jonah asked into Trey’s silence, “Is this how you like it?”
The uncertainty there caught like a hook in Trey’s chest and if he couldn’t let himself make noises, he could say, “It’s perfect, you’re perfect,” and he kissed Jonah to prevent any more questions. He also took Jonah’s cock in his own hand, because the responsiveness, the hardness there, had him focused on nothing else in the world but Jonah and himself and what their bodies could give to each other.
Between the kissing and that large, warm hand urging him to give over and let his body release what needed to be released, Trey felt heat flush through him. It was a precursor, a warning—as if his body was out of practice when it came to sex. A rumble, low and restrained, his , surprised him. His muscles seized and then he let go, gave over to the moment, not quite blindness, but no longer alert, in control. Wet heat flowed over his hand. He became disoriented, coming and feeling his come simultaneously, until he realized that Jonah had ejaculated at the same time he had. Jonah was shivering again, whimpering a little, his breathing uneven, and Trey, silent but grateful, pulled him to his chest.
Jonah wrapped his arms around Trey and held tight. He turned his face towards Trey and licked along his collarbone. Trey couldn’t help but laugh. “We need to take a break and figure out what to have for supper or we’ll starve.”
Instead Jonah sucked at Trey’s neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “I like the taste of you.” He sounded surprised.
“Yeah, well, it’s not going to give you any calories no matter how much you do that.” Trey pulled him away and Jonah lifted himself to mold their mouths together. While Trey meant to let Jonah kiss him, he found himself digging a hand into Jonah’s hair and going all out in a deep kiss he couldn’t stop himself taking over. He rose above Jonah on a tide of selfishness, asserting himself and bending Jonah back slightly. Maybe it was selfish not to let Jonah control the kiss, but Trey had reacted before he thought it through. In recompense he gently stroked Jonah’s neck, feeling the soft noises of need vibrating from his voice box.
He gentled the kiss, surprised by his feeling of possessiveness, and slowly extracted himself from Jonah’s embrace.
“Oh my God, I’m hard again,” said Jonah, sounding at sea, and Trey barked with laughter.
“Hold on there for half an hour, okay? And then we’ll see what we can do to take care of you. Again. First, I need your help in the kitchen.”
The fire had died down, so they threw on some clothing and Jonah, despite the distraction of his hardon, found some easy-to-throw-together meal. They ate lentil mush and beef jerky, quickly and efficiently. Then they went to the great-outdoors restroom. At which point Trey said, as he slapped his now-cold arms after being outside, “Time to warm up, I think.”

Chapter Nine
    Sometime during the next couple of days, Trey woke up lying across Jonah’s chest, a sleeping bag thrown over his back. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. He’d woken with Quinn, yes, many times, but Quinn had been quite a bit smaller than him. If Trey had lain on Quinn, he would have smothered him.
    Jonah, however, was pretty solid and took Trey’s weight easily, awake or asleep.
Carefully, so as not to rouse Jonah, Trey eased up, and was immediately clasped tight and held down. Trey met Jonah’s gaze, bright in the barely lit cabin. The fire had died down, so little illumination filled the cabin.
“I’m crushing you,” Trey pointed out.
Jonah smiled. “I like you