Rev looked down at him with a smile. “Hey you don’t have to do that you know paws are good too and you were going great there.”
“I know,” Tech said. “But I wanted to do something nice, and I haven’t had a cute guy’s equipment in my mouth in a while. Besides,” he grinned, “coyotes love to eat roadrunners.”
“Ha ha,” Rev laughed and leaned back, bringing one hand down to rest on Tech’s shoulder. He let it rest there as the coyote lowered his muzzle again, curling his tongue under the bird’s member and guiding it between his warm lips. When he had it resting there, he curled his tongue around it and started licking, moving his muzzle up and down at the same time over the smooth surface.
The roadrunner’s fingers clenched around his shoulder and he felt shivers in them, as well as in the quivering member he held between his lips, sucking on it as his tongue rubbed and licked. Rev thrust his hips up and back against Tech’s muzzle, humping it faster and faster until he was practically vibrating again, and the coyote’s tongue couldn’t keep up; the best he could do once the roadrunner had gotten that excited was to hold his muzzle still and keep his teeth well away. And of course, Rev kept up a low line of patter all the while. “Holy smokes that feels great Tech you got some nice tongue there I’m not gonna hold on much longer with that just unh keep it up yeah ohhh and you sure know what you’re doin’ course I knew that you always kno-o-o-w what you’re do-do-doing ohhh yeah coming now comingcomingcoming!”
He was vibrating all over, his erection oscillating in and out with the speed of a machine, so fast it almost hurt Tech’s tongue. His hips arched up, pushing the coyote’s muzzle back, and his tail made a buzzing noise against the sofa. Fingers dug into Tech’s shoulder as the roadrunner squawked incoherent moans and sent hot spurts against the coyote’s tongue.
As quickly as he’d come, it was over. Rev sank back into the couch, leaving Tech’s muzzle dripping. The coyote licked his lips and swallowed, savoring the same tangy flavor he’d smelled on the bird’s feathers. He stayed on all fours on the couch, grinning as Rev’s head came up and the roadrunner returned his smile with a goofy expression, tongue sticking out of one side of his beak. He let go of Tech’s shoulder and pulled his pants up slowly, shaking his topknot into place.
“Definitely… worth… it.” He leaned his head back again, breathing hard, and then shook himself. With one hand, he smoothed his chest feathers into place, and with the other, he ruffled Tech’s head between his ears. “You enjoy it too?”
“Yeah.” Tech smiled, and sat back. “It was a very pleasant diversion.”
Rev was already reaching for his shirt. He slid it on and winked. “Next time we’re on guard together, then.”
“Definitely,” Tech said, and before he could think of anything else to say, Rev had fastened his uniform and sped from the room.
“Say, I, ah, burned out this weapon during practice.” Ace and Lexi had come up from the basement, no doubt thinking that he wouldn’t notice that Ace had put on his uniform crooked, or that Lexi carried a faint smell of sex about her. “Can you fix it?”
“Sure.” Tech floated the weapon to his workbench.
“T’anks.” Ace strolled off, while Lexi came up behind Tech to look at what he was working on.
“You spend all day working,” Lexi said. “You should take a break sometime.”
“Matter of fact,” Tech said, “I took a break just a little while ago.”
“Really? What did you do?”
He grinned at her. “I went for a little run.”
“A run? Where?”
“Just around the room.”
Lexi gave him one of those “I will never understand you” looks, and walked away. Tech smiled a smile to himself, and bent back to his nanowires.
Beep!
There were days when Tech E. Coyote seriously considered hanging up his uniform and walking away from the Loonatics. Somewhere else, he thought, there had to be another team of superheroes granted powers by that freak meteor. It was just too improbable that they had been the only ones. And any other team of heroes would have to have a less grating collection of personalities.
If it wasn’t Ace with his cocky attitude and his smug know-it-all grin, which he used to disguise the fact that he really wasn’t all that bright, it was Lexi with the planet-sized chip on her shoulder about being the only female on the team, pushing too hard to prove herself and challenging everyone else on the team. Except Ace, to whom she simpered and pandered, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was playing up the stereotypical female part to the one guy on the team who clearly was gender-biased. Then there was Danger Duck, or Duckinator, or whatever he was choosing to call himself that hour, cartoonishly obsessed with his appearance and status. He should have been the leader of the team, with his power set, unpredictable though it was, and it was a testament to how incompetent he was that someone like Ace with eye beams—eye beams, for crying out loud!—was the clear choice as team leader. And if Tech had to pick up one more piece of dirty laundry or pizza crust from Slam Tasmanian’s filthy habits, he was going to find the devil and shove it down the nearest available orifice.
And then there was Rev.
Two weeks and three days ago, they’d been alone on duty together, and the roadrunner had come on to him, and out of surprise, general horniness, and, yes, he could admit it, a little bit of attraction, Tech had responded. They’d had
