STORY EXCERPT

“You’re not really going to put cuffs on Philon, are you?” Sammy’s tone was a mix of shock and exasperation.

“It’s cool, Sammy.” Philon’s smile turned to a grin as he looked directly at Thomas and winked. “I’ve never been cuffed before, it could be fun!”

Confused, Thomas looked around, then back at the ice cream man. What the hell was going on? Why was Philon happy to see Thomas and winking suggestively at him? Was this some kind of elaborate trick Carlotta or Crain were playing on him? He hated tricks!

Thomas stepped back, reevaluating the situation, unsure what the game was. Not many people were happy to see Thomas, not like this guy was, not even his family. That could be because they saw each other nearly every day and they often disagreed about nearly everything. His brothers and sisters often said he was the most like their father and as Cyrus could be a dictator, controlling, and honestly, the old seer was a bit of a dick at times and extremely merciless and ruthless, he took it as the criticism it was meant to be. But Cyrus also had a sense of humor, which Thomas did not. His siblings lamented about this often, but as he was their brother, they were supposed to love him. He had his doubts about that.

Seers were just plain mean at times. Fortunately, Thomas was thick skinned and was happy to list all his siblings’ flaws, or just ignore them. Plus, he was usually the one to strike verbally first. Now, though, he was waiting to see what was really happening here.

“Take him to the jail,” he ordered.

“What about my shop? You can’t just leave it open for anyone to come in.” Philon was directed to the door by a soldier with a firm hand on his arm. “People will eat all my ice cream, sorbet, the cones and take all the ice cream cakes!”

“Not my problem. Bring him.” Thomas felt uncomfortable and wouldn’t normally pause over something like this.

 It wasn’t his problem. Philon had done the crime. But Thomas paused and as he looked around, his gift showed him what would happen to the shop. He saw people wander in, call out for staff, then wait. Some left, some helped themselves and left money, others just took whatever they wanted. Not too many before a few seers came in, cleaned up, closed the industrial fridge and locked the door after themselves. Thomas liked that. See, seers weren’t as merciless as people believed!

“All you have to do is lock the door.” Philon pointed at the door then to a set of keys hanging from a hook by the computer on the side counter.

With an annoyed sigh because he was bothering, Thomas walked around the counter, careful not to get too close to Sammy, who was scowling at him with her arms crossed over her chest, and snatched the keys. He avoided her on his way back around the counter, again with caution. It was well known you should never trust an annoyed witch. They often turned people into books, rats, snakes, and a multitude of other things.

They headed out the door, Thomas impatiently waiting till everyone was out of the shop then, following Philon’s instructions, selected a grey key to lock the door.

“There, done. Let’s go.”

“Ow! I’m coming, there’s no need to pull.” Philon grimaced and glared at one of the soldiers.

Again, normally Thomas wouldn’t be bothered by something like that. Not that he let soldiers abuse their power, but he didn’t see what the problem now was. The soldier appeared not to be exerting undue pressure and was leading Philon to a bike. Still, Thomas found himself snapping at the soldiers to let Philon go or they would be severely reprimanded. The soldiers were surprised and Philon smiled softly at Thomas. He immediately felt uncomfortable, his body tightened and his stomach clenched. Were the clams he ate last night off?

“Thanks.” Philon continued his soft smile.

Thomas frowned at the man. Was Philon coming on to him? Did he find Thomas attractive? That was too strange to believe. Then he realized this was probably a ploy to get out of the charges, or to continue messing with his head. Philon Fountas was good. For a very brief moment Thomas did think the man might be attracted to him. He scowled at the ice cream maker, who dressed in varying shades of pink. Even his wavy, curly, frizzy dark hair had streaks of pink.

It was a shame Thomas found Philon so cute. The man was just the type he found insanely attractive. Fun, quirky, nice, spunky, with a strong character and his own voice. He didn’t find people like that often so when he did, he always asked them out. The relationships never lasted long. They always complained Thomas never gave much of himself to the relationship, that he was often absent. He wouldn’t be asking Philon, considering he was arresting the man.

“These cuffs are a bit rough and tight. Do you have any of those fluffy ones?”

One of the soldiers sniggered and Sammy laughed. Thomas walked away. He felt gut punched, and hated the feeling. It was stupid. Philon may be the type he had a weakness for, but he hadn’t ever felt weak over anyone before. Of course he hated the feeling. The man was messing with his mind!

ADULT EXCERPT

Philon’s breath caught and he groaned just a little and pressed his ass into Thomas’s hands. His ice cream maker felt so good. Smooth skin and the way he responded with every touch, pressing against Thomas heightened his own pleasure. He enjoyed the shape of the seer’s body and how natural he was in his own wants. The rounded ass which overflowed Thomas’s hands. The thicker middle that was softer against his own body, the way Philon kissed with passion-filled moans, and the openness with which he expressed himself. All of it, all of Philon, triggered a desire and need in Thomas he couldn’t say he had ever reached before. It blazed inside him and grew by the moment.

Still, they didn’t get caught up and rush. They took time exploring and learning one another, their kisses promises of explosive passion and gentle tenderness as their lips barely parted. Their hands caressed and stroked one another, lingering here and there when discovering secret spots where their pleasure increased. For Thomas it was having Philon’s fingertips caress from the top of his spine to tailbone which produced an erotic shiver and left him hungry for more. Philon’s moans filled the room whenever Thomas brushed over his nipples and tweaked the tight little buds, Philon always accommodating by leaning back his upper body but never separating their groins.

Earlier this evening he’d been supremely annoyed when Uri had pressed a packet of lube into Thomas’s hand and insisted he take it, then when he was leaving, Tris did the same and said he’d regret it if he didn’t have lubricant handy when the mate needs took over. He reluctantly now saw their wisdom. He reached into his pocket where the packets were and removed one.

“You’ve got them too, that’s good. Finn gave me a dozen yesterday,” Philon murmured, pointing to the chest of drawers where packets were spread across the surface as he kissed Thomas’s chin.

While he’d obviously needed the lube, it was still irritating to have family sticking their noses into his business. It was a real contentious point for Thomas, but this wasn’t the time or place to think about it, not with his hands full of lush Philon and his dick aching to fuck.

Tearing open the lube, he drizzled it over his index and middle fingers. Philon, helpful as ever, thrust his ass out and wiggled it. Taking this for the invitation it was, Thomas slowly and firmly slid his fingers over Philon’s tight hole, spreading the lube while loosening the muscle.

“I like a little pinch and burn,” Philon murmured, his hands gripping Thomas’s back. “I don’t need you to be careful.”

Thomas would heed his lover’s preferences, but he was a careful person and he’d be that bit more with Philon. And he wasn’t one to rush, or be rushed. He enjoyed a little teasing, sliding his forefinger over the puckered entrance, dipping inside then withdrawing and repeating. Each time he dipped a tiny bit more and swirled, then withdrew. Philon groaned a protest and wiggled his ass enticingly, causing Thomas to momentarily re-evaluate his teasing.

But he didn’t rush, wanting the most pleasure for them both. He loved touching Philon and how his soul mate gasped and moaned and maintained contact with Thomas at all times. He wiggled his ass and pushed back on Thomas’s finger, wanting more and coercing with promises of what he’d do to Thomas if he’d just put a finger inside him. While everything Philon suggested made his dick leak and he moaned at the thought of the man’s tongue licking his balls, he remained firm, ever so slowly pressing past the muscle and sliding inside a bit more each time until he finally gave Philon what he craved and slid all the way inside, brushing over the bundle of nerves.

There was no slowing down now. His own desire to feel his dick inside Philon had him removing his finger then wrapping his arms around his mate, picking him up and carrying him to the chest of drawers where he sat him on the edge. Immediately, he covered Philon’s lips with his own and this kiss was fierce and demanding. He wanted this man more than anyone he’d ever wanted, maybe more than anything he’d ever wanted. Philon was fresh and unreservedly himself, and damn sexy.

Perched on the edge of the desk provided perfect access. Thomas picked up one of the packets and as his fingers were slippery, used his teeth to tear it open then squeezed the contents onto his dick and coated it thoroughly before using the rest on his fingers.

Philon was not still during this, nor did he keep his hands or mouth to himself. He stroked Thomas’s shoulders, kissed him and wrapped long legs around his hips. With his fingers coated, Thomas pushed one by the ring of muscles and watched his mate’s face for discomfort. Instead, there was pleasure, Philon’s eyes closing and he moaned. And he wiggled his ass, moving right to the edge of the top of the drawers.

Thomas found that absurdly sexy and swirled his finger to stretch, eliciting groans and tightening of legs around his hips. Slowly, he pressed another finger in, pausing to give his lover a moment. Philon of course wiggled and urged Thomas to keep going, so he did, and stretched him by scissoring his fingers and swirling them. His dick was red, leaking and engorged, and the needs inside were growing harder to contain. So, he didn’t and pressed another finger in.

Philon sucked in a breath and Thomas stopped immediately. His body screamed at him to sink into his mate but he cared more about Philon’s comfort and pleasure.

“Oh, no, don’t stop, mate. That’s perfect.” Philon purred and wiggled. “Better yet, put your cock in me. Now, Thomas love, now.”