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balance. "There's the futon..." he said, waving a hand toward the other end of the main room. "And yeah, sure, I have a bed. The door, just behind you..." He hesitated. "There's not a lot of furniture. I don't have much company."
    Then he seemed to collect his wits and his dignity. "Let's go to my room. I think I made the bed this morning. If not, excuse the mess."
    Zyl laughed. "I slept last night in a grassy nest in the cheetah compound. A bed is a bit of a luxury." He followed Carl, halting when the other man paused to flick a light switch. The lamp cast a soft glow over the cramped room. A double bed took up most of it. The bed was made, at least the spread pulled up and only a bit wrinkled and lopsided.
    Carl turned back to him. "I can be bottom," he said, "unless you prefer not to do it that way."
    Zyl cuffed him on the shoulder. "Equals," he reminded. "What say we lie on our sides, head to feet?"
    The smile Carl gave him was unexpected and beautiful. "That'll work." He flopped down on the bed, kind of cattycorner across it, with his feet to the upper left. Zyl wasted no time in joining him. They might have lost a little stiffness from their erections, but neither had any problem getting them back. A few quick caresses had Zyl hard as a bone and Carl in much the same state.
    Zyl paused for a moment. "No condoms if we're going to do this right. You okay with that?"
    Carl nodded with an affirmative mumble.
    This time, Zyl welcomed the moist warmth of Carl's mouth an instant before he drew the head of the other man's cock into his mouth. Normally, he could maintain control enough to feel his own arousal escalate and yet continue to fellate his partner without hesitation. This time it was hard, really hard. He had to concentrate on not letting his teeth scrape or nip as heat flooded through him. Staying careful and controlled took enough effort that he rose to the crest at a slower rate than normal. He could feel the tension build, the pressure gather and release nearing, yet still he was not quite there.
    His balls drew up tight, aching with the need to let go. All at once, he felt Carl shudder and then explode. That was enough to trigger his climax. In a dim corner of his mind, he realized Carl stayed with him through the full sequence and waited until the last shuddering spasm to pull away. Either the other man took the exchange of fluids part seriously or he'd done this a few times before.
    They both relaxed a short while until heartbeats slowed and breathing resumed a normal rate. Then Zyl laid a hand on Carl's side. "Flip around so I can see your face," he said. "We need to talk about this a minute. Then we'll see if I can walk you through letting the cat out."
    As he moved to face Zyl, Carl's face reflected a moment of absolute terror. "I can't... I'm not... I... What if I get turned or shifted or whatever and can't come back again?"
    Zyl put both his hands on Carl's face, held him still and pressed a light kiss to his mouth. "I'm here with you, for you. It'll be okay. I promise we'll get you back if you do shift. I swear I won't let you get lost in the process. I swear it on my sacred honor and my Were-kind oath. Try to trust me."
    Carl blinked, a childlike hope and wistfulness softening his eyes. "Uh...okay. I can do this, can't I? With your help, I can do it. Maybe I've always wanted to."

 

Chapter 5
     
    "Close your eyes again. That'll remove one distraction. Just listen to my voice and let yourself relax and open up."
    There was something almost hypnotic in Zyl's low voice, a humming, purring quality that lulled Carl to a state somewhere between dreams and reality. He felt the light clasp of Zyl's hands on his shoulders. That hold slipped gently down to his hands, then the other man rubbed each of his fingers, uncurling them.
    "The claws are there, waiting." He moved his hands back to Carl's shoulders and then drifted them slowly down his upper torso. "The fur is here, right under the covering of skin, the cat