RufflingThePeacocksFeathers by Charlie Richards Page B

ass…maybe the condom broke or something,” he added, shrugging. “Along with that, he bit you. That’s a claiming mark a shifter gives his mate.”
    Rueben flushed when Sam pointed at the teeth marks on his shoulder. Never in a million years had it occurred to him that Lamar was a biter. At first, Rueben had been shocked, but when a wave of absolute bliss tightened his balls, he’d been unable to stop from shooting his load a second time. Wait…shooting his load?
    “I fucked him,” he whispered. “How did his cum get into…oh!” Heat shot across his chest, up his neck, and over his face. “Um…”
    “What the hell did you do?” Ricky asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning close.
    “I may have, um, well…After I fucked him, Lamar went into the other room. I thought I had somethin’ drippin’…” Damn, he couldn’t believe he had to tell anyone this. He stared at the carpet, unable to look either man in the eyes as he blurted, “I ended up playing with my ass and I may have had some of Lamar’s cum on my fingers.”
    For several long moments, neither man spoke. Rueben chanced a glance up. Sam looked confused. Ricky looked uncomfortable, and maybe a bit…queasy. Finally, Sam cocked his head and said, “I’m sorry. Are you saying you accidentally got Lamar’s spunk in your ass after you had sex?”
    Rueben thought back on those moments. Sated beyond belief, he’d watched Lamar’s sexy bubble butt as he’d walked across the room and slipped into the bathroom. The amazing sight had actually caused his softening shaft to twitch. He’d grinned—and he knew it was one of those stupid grins worn by love-struck saps, but couldn’t bring himself to care. While staring up at the ceiling, he’d idly stroked his fingers through the cooling cum Lamar had left on his chest.
    He’d felt a tickle behind his balls and hadn’t given it a second thought to reach down between his legs, thinking the double orgasm might have caused oozage from the condom before he’d tossed it. Rueben had inadvertently flicked his fingertip over his own taint. One thing had led to another, and—while thinking of his lover’s long, slender prick—he’d slipped first one, then two fingers into his ass.
    “Rueben?”
    Sam’s worried tone pulled Rueben from his memory. He looked at the other man’s concerned expression. Shrugging, Rueben stated softly, “I’m a switch. Lamar had said he was clean. I didn’t really think anything of it until now.” His eyes widened. “Wait. Does this mean he’s not clean? Are shifters not clean? Does this mean I’m gonna turn into one?”
    Do I actually believe any of this shit?
    “No, you won’t turn into a shifter,” Sam quickly assured. “You have to be born that way.”
    “You do get a few perks, I guess,” Ricky jumped in. “It’s harder to get injured. Your reflexes, speed, and strength improve. Nothing like theirs, but…” His voice trailed away and he hitched a shoulder. Then he frowned. “On the other hand, your life is now tied to Lamar’s. You’ll live as long as he does, barring something tragic happening.”
    “What?” Rueben didn’t even want to try to wrap his mind around that one. He could already feel himself starting to freak out as it was. He could feel his heart thudding faster and faster in his chest, making blood roar in his ears. He shook his head, trying to clear it. Scowling at his brother, he forced himself to ask, “You actually believe all this shit?”
    “Yes, I do. Like I said, I’ve seen it,” Ricky replied, gazing at him levelly.
    “I need…” Rueben paused and gulped. “I need to think. I need—” He shoved to his feet. “I gotta go,” he murmured, turning his back on the men.
    “Wait,” Sam called, but Rueben ignored him.
    Rueben hustled to the door as quickly as his booted foot would allow. He’d just pulled it open and hoped he’d gotten away clean when a large hand clamped onto his shoulder. His entire body went tense,