“Okay now get in bed and get to sleep and I’ll be back in about eight or ten hours to check on you and you better not leave this room ’til then or else.”
Tech grinned. “Or else what?” He wagged his tail against the bed.
Rev’s eyes flicked to the tail and back, and he grinned. “Or else I won’t be here when you wake up to make it worth your while to listen to me.” He winked, and then walked deliberately to the door and out, closing it behind him.
Tech rolled over onto his stomach, pulling the covers over him and rubbing his bare fur into the soft sheets. He pressed his nose into the pillow, inhaling Rev’s scent again, and this time when he closed his eyes, they stayed closed.
Connections
2
It had been a long time since Tech E. Coyote had woken up in someone else’s bed, much less with the bed’s owner still in it. He yawned, stretched, and froze when his paw brushed feathers.
Rev Runner yawned and rolled over, cracking one eye open and grinning at Tech. “Sorry,” Tech said. “Didn’t mean to wake you up. I thought you said you were going to sleep on a couch somewhere.”
The roadrunner slipped one hand behind his head, propping it up on his elbow. “I was but Slam was practicing his drums in the common room and the only room I knew was empty was yours I didn’t want to go there without asking and anyway I promised to be here when you woke up so I didn’t think you’d mind too much.”
“I don’t.” Rev’s shoulders and neck were bare to his blue feathers, his topknot purple rather than the red it became when he wore his uniform. Tech was completely naked under the sheets, and also good and hard, though whether that was from waking up next to Rev or just waking up, he wasn’t sure. He extended his powers very gently, enough to determine that Rev at least wasn’t wearing anything metallic under the covers.
“So you got a good night’s sleep and part of a good day’s sleep too it’s 12:48 in the afternoon and we have a meeting with Zodavia at 3 do you have to rush off right away to finish your work or can you take a couple minutes to wake up properly?” Tech felt light avian fingers brush his stomach fur under the covers. Before he could answer, they encountered his shaft, hesitated, and then gripped it warmly. Rev didn’t say anything, but his smile broadened.
“You make a persuasive argument for taking the time to wake up properly.” Tech grinned, sliding his paw under the covers until it met feathers. His fingers fit around the curve of the roadrunner’s narrow stomach, the soft barbs silky under his paw pads as he slid down to the gentle bump of slender hips.
Rev’s fingers teased him up and down, tickling around his tip and then slipping down to his sac. “Funny thing nobody ever said I was good at arguing mostly I just talk until people get bored of arguing and go away but I figured that was just outlasting them not being good at it.”
“Trust me,” Tech said, “you’re good at this kind of argument.” The warmth of Rev’s skin always startled him. He pressed his fingers against it, feeling the rough shafts of the feathers below their softness, and the heat of skin below that. His claws traced their way through the forest of rachides as easily as a xion matrix, along the lines of bone, down to the thighs pulsing with restrained energy and finally, as Rev’s fingers tightened in anticipation around him, to the roadrunner’s hard, slender shaft.
Rev closed his eyes and inched closer. His hand cupped the coyote’s sac and then circled his length again, more firmly. Tech tightened his paw’s grip as well and stroked up and down, looking around the small bedroom. It was nice, he thought, to have some privacy, the luxury to take their time and enjoy themselves without having to rush. He grinned. “You mind going slow once in a while?”
One eye opened. “Pretty funny there cutey course I don’t mind going slow when we have the time I just don’t wanna keep you from your work cause it’s pretty important you figure out what’s going on before we have to go out and find that guy with the gun again which I’m pretty sure is what Zodavia’s gonna send us out to do in a couple hours think you’ll be ready by then?” Despite not wanting to keep Tech from his work, Rev’s hand remained busy, sliding over each inch of the coyote’s length, teasing the tip with a skillful thumb, caressing it as though he were discovering it again for the first time.
Tech shivered all up and down his body, his tail bristling at the waves of pleasure Rev’s fingers were giving him. “I will be. I can figure something out. It’s just a matter of… of…” He couldn’t remember what it was a matter of, the sharp sweet scent of the roadrunner and the heat of his arousal driving other thoughts out of his head. He held onto Rev’s length, loving the slick feel as it slid between his pads, and felt the roadrunner’s shivers as well, though Rev was always vibrating at least a little bit. The stroking and shivering resonated back and forth between them, building slowly with waves cresting ever higher.
Rev’s shivers had become more and more noticeable, and he’d started his low murmuring patter of “Oh Tech you do it just right I love your fingers and you’ve got a real nice cock too all warm and hard and…” Tech smiled,
