An Unexpected Arrival

Jack opened the door, but kept his hips hidden behind it. "Something wrong, Skye?"

Skye was making some kind of attempt at looking casual. "Can... I watch you play your game?"

Surely Skye knew what a guy would be up to in his alone time. But he also realized he had no idea what cat people got up to in their free time. Also, most cats hated it when you left the room without them. He decided the easiest thing to do was to humor him and nodded. "Yeah, sure, no problem."

Jack booted up a complex strategy game, hoping that the density of it would bore the catboy. Skye instead watched in rapt attention from the bed, for hours. He seemed genuinely interested and asked a lot of questions.

Eventually though, Jack felt the pull of sleep. "Alright Skye, seriously this time, now I just need to go to bed. So, good night."

Skye nodded and hopped off the bed, but before he left, he turned back. "Jack, I'm really glad it was you that answered that door. Thank you for letting me. Really, for everything."

Jack wasn't sure what to make of all that, but he genuinely appreciated the gratitude, and his tone softened. "You're welcome, Skye. Get some sleep."

Jack awoke to the screeching of his fire alarm, which got him out of bed and out of the door of his room before he'd even fully gained consciousness. Before he left the hall to enter the kitchen, he realized he had his sidearm in his hand. He kept the sidearm hidden behind the corner as he leaned out.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hoping the catboy wouldn't ask why he wasn't coming into the kitchen.

Skye didn't ask, because he was in full panic mode, and the alarm had not helped him. It appeared that toast was burning in the toaster oven, while eggs were burning on the stove.

Jack couldn't help but laugh. "I'll go get pants on," he said and hurried back to his room, where he put his weapon away.

He figured a shirt was unnecessary, since he was in a rush, so he ran out in just his soft pants. He heard a screeching yelp, so he went into the bathroom and grabbed his first aid kit. When he got to the kitchen, Skye was running his hand under tap water, while the toaster oven was open and the grill partly out.

"Hot, huh?" Jack asked as he quickly turned off the toaster oven, turned on the hood fan above the stove, and moved the eggs to an off burner.

Skye made a high-pitched whine and held up the hand that he burnt his finger, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.

Jack set the first aid kit to the side, but as he glanced back, the finger was glowing, as though a light had been implanted in it. And then Skye gave a sigh of relief and shook his hand out.

"Whew."

Jack put the first-aid kit away, gestured to Skye. "Explain."

"What? Oh," Skye said and gestured toward the stove. "I wanted to make eggs and toast. I looked it up, but I missed some details."

"No, but your finger. How'd you do that?"

"Oh, that? Uh... I learned a little bit of the Art. I'm lucky that I could even do that, I haven't gathered any mana since I arrived."

Jack had several more questions, but his brain was short circuited when he noticed that Skye was wearing a very short sundress with spaghetti straps.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Jack asked in irritation.

"A... dress?" Skye replied, as he looked down at and tugged at the skirt. "Like it?"

Jack smirked. "My mistake, I should've been specific. That one's on me." He paused, and restated, "From where did you obtain this dress?"

Skye avoided eye contact and mumbled, "The store you showed me."

"Where's my phone?" Jack asked, then looked around and spotted it on the counter and grabbed it. He quickly flipped through the history on the shopping app, where it showed someone had clicked 'Get It Right Now, This Very Instant!' and express shipped a dress. "Did you buy anything else?"

Skye shook his head in silence. When Jack looked back to admonish him, he saw the catboy's bright blue eyes wide with fear, and his lip quivering. Jack was again defeated by the softness of this fae creature that was probably a con artist. Though that wasn't really fair and, he had to admit, he was sick of assuming the worst of people all of the time.

"Hey, it's not... that big of deal," Jack said with a sigh.

Skye lowered his head and breathed a few times, to calm himself.

Jack moved closer and put his arm around his shoulder. "You know, you're safe here, right? Even if I get upset, I'm not going to like, hurt you or anything. Plus, I'm not even-"

Skye threw his arms around Jack's bare chest and squeezed his face against his skin, his breath quickened. Jack put his arms around the lithe fae and squeezed him tight. "You broke my rules, yes. But you also snuck into my room, got my phone, got it unlocked, and left without waking me up. I have to admit, I'm too impressed to be actually upset with you."

The young fae laughed into his chest and smiled, before he wiped his eyes. "I'm glad you're not upset. I really am sorry, it just kind of happened. You said only enter if you were there, and knock, and I did both, but very quietly, and I wanted to wake you, but when I pointed the phone at you to tell you, it unlocked. And you were having such a wonderful dream, I didn't want to bother you."

Jack couldn't help but smile at the words tumbling out of him so rapidly, but then furrowed his brow in confusion. "You saw my dream?"

He shrugged, but without breaking the hug. "Sort of? We feel emotions about things like that."

"Huh. I don't even remember it," Jack admitted, and then coughed and pulled back from the hug. "Okay, Skye, so, when I said 'knock' it means loud enough for me to hear, right?"

"I know. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast," Skye tugged the corner of his mouth.

Jack ruffled his hair. "Well, it's okay. We can start over, and this time I can show you the things you missed. And maybe we should add some bacon."

Skye nodded eagerly. Jack showed him that while there was more than one way to cook bacon, he preferred to bake it, as it was easier. Then how the toaster oven worked, and finally how to whip up some scrambled eggs.

Jack finished putting away the bowl they mixed the eggs in and leaned over Skye to look at the eggs. "Yeah, see? Nice and fluffy."

Skye leaned back against his bare chest, and his tail flicked around the back of his legs. Jack's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly caught his breath to control his breathing. He didn't quite know how to respond, so he just rested a hand on Skye's shoulder.

"You're uh... you're a natural. At this. Cooking, I mean," Jack managed to stammer out.

"Well, I don't know about that. I think I just have a pretty good teacher."

Jack gave him a fake laugh as anxiety bubbled out and he glanced over his shoulder, "Oh right plates," he said as an excuse and stepped away to grab a couple of plates. "Plating is an important part of the meal."

"Oh? Are you a chef?" Skye asked with a toothy grin.

Jack chuckled as he plated the eggs and bacon and toast, more carefully than the breakfast really deserved. "Oh, nah, I just watch a lot of cooking shows. I'm a boring software engineer, at a boring software company."

Skye laughed. "I see! Well, you're good at this, I think. Why is plating so important?"

Jack took the plates over to the table and set them down and turned to Skye with a grin. "Well, you eat with your eyes first, they say."

The fae stepped close to him, much closer than he would've preferred, and lowered his voice. "Because, if you see something delicious, it makes you hungry."

Jack swallowed and nodded, "Yes."

"And if it looks good, you should eat it? Even if you normally wouldn't like it?"

Jack smiled, "One should uh, be open to new experiences. You know?" He coughed and glanced at the plates, "But uh, breakfast gets cold fast. So, you know, hot is better."

"Oh, I do enjoy it hot," Skye said with a laugh and whirled around fast enough for the skirt to fly up and reveal his bouncy, unclad rear.

Jack nodded slowly and sat at the table to eat. Maybe he should have worn a shirt and avoided sending the wrong signal.

"So, what does a software engineer do?" Skye asked as he ate.

"On the one hand, it's crazy interesting because I turn pure thought-stuff into a tangible product that helps millions of people. On the other hand, it's crazy boring because I'm just staring into a monitor and typing." Jack smirked as he repeated his practiced line, and ate some eggs. "So, I try not to bore people with the details."

Skye laughed and nodded.

Jack tilted his head to the side. "What did you do? On the other side?"

"I was... advised to not try to explain our world to humans," Skye spoke haltingly and then sighed and shook his head. "But... I was a courier. We don't have the machines you have for speaking to people. So, I ferried messages around. Like you, interesting because you sometimes go deep into the halls of power. Boring, because you have to just leave again."

Jack finished his breakfast and stood with a stretch. "Well, want to watch another show?"

He let Skye pick the movie this time, based on the poster images in the app. The fae chose an anime that Jack hadn't seen before, apparently about some kind of space firefighters. It was a little bit spicier than he expected, the two male leads spent an unexpected amount of time with lips locked, but Skye raised no complaint.

Midway through the movie, he again laid across Jack's lap, which made Jack instinctively pet his head, and Skye purred loudly at this. He did enjoy the catboys purrs, so he just smiled and kept up the pets, as his other hand rested on the fae's waist.

Skye's tail whipped back and forth, and around his wrist. It felt like it was urging his hand downward, and as Jack continued to pet with his left, his right gently slid down along the sundress, and stroked Skye's thigh. Everything about him was so soft.

The catboy shifted his leg so that Jack's hand was stroking the bare, hairless skin of his ass, and his purr increased in volume when Jack touched him. Part of him wanted to say something, but no words were forming his brain. He stroked the skin lightly, and his fingers pushed the edge of the sundress higher up Skye's waist, which revealed even more of his soft bubble butt.

After a few minutes of petting and stroking, Skye purred quite happily, as his sundress had inched up to around his waist. His small cock was rock hard, and each time Jack stroked his skin, it twitched, and dripped more precum onto the futon.

His breath caught in his throat, and Jack realized that his cock harder than he'd been maybe in his whole life. His cock wasn't easy to miss when he was hard, but Skye hadn't said anything, so he didn't say anything. This entire situation was entirely new to him, and his brain wasn't doing him any favors by reacting very slowly to it.

Apparently, Skye found that unsatisfactory as he raised himself up, pulled the front of Jack's pants down and sucked the length of his cock into his mouth.

Stars exploded in Jack's vision and grabbed the back of Skye's head and his hip, gripping him tight. "Oh, god," he groaned. The will to do anything drained out of him, as Skye bobbed up and down, taking his cock all the way into his throat.

His lips tightened around his hard rod as his tongue rubbed and swirled, which Jack had never felt before. When he reached the tip, he sucked hard, drinking the precum that flowed, before he swallowed again.

It was incredible, and everything Skye was doing made each minute of it feel like he'd reached a new level of heaven. Jack reached down and started to rub Skye's small cock with his fingertips, just to give him a little something back.

Skye increased his tempo, and when Jack's cock hit his throat, the fae paused and squeezed and swallowed.

"Oh fuck," Jack groaned. His breathing quickened, and he gripped the back of his head and rolled his hips up in time to Skye's tempo. He couldn't last long like this. "Oh god, Skye, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Skye sank to the root of his cock and swallowed repeatedly as Jack exploded in orgasm, and filled his mouth and throat with cum. As he pulled back off of his cock, Skye slurped and sucked, then lifted his head and let out a loud groan.

He scrambled off of Jack's lap and pulled his sundress off, tossing it aside, as he pressed his face to the futon and shook his ass at Jack.

After that mind blowing orgasm, quick as it was, Jack wasn't sure he would ever get hard again, much less immediately.

"Oh sir, you teased my clitty so hard, please, fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big cock, I need it in me!"

Well, that worked.

Jack licked two fingers and rubbed the saliva into Skye's rear entrance, while his tail flicked around. The catboy squirmed and gasped, and pumped his hips as Jack opened him up. It didn't take much encouragement though, and Jack was already able to add a third finger.

"Mmm, sir," Skye whined. "Please, I need it, I need your cock in my ass, I want it so bad! I'll do anything you want, please fuck me!"

The slut's pleadings had the desired effect on Jack, and he pressed the thick head of his cock into the catboy's stretched ass. As he slowly pushed himself deeper, Skye gasped and clawed at the futon, then groaned loudly.

When he bottomed out in him, the young fae's ass clenched around him like a hot vise. He slowly pulled back and when just the tip was inside, he sank deep, and started to fuck him hard. Skye gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head, and he rocked back against Jack in rhythm with him.

Jack had a lot of sex, even if not recently, but he'd never felt anything like this. His balls slapped against Skye's small pouch as the catboy sunk his body to the futon, while he kept his ass raised to give Jack easy access. Skye's tail wrapped around Jack's muscular torso, and his entire body shuddered as he climaxed.

His ass tightened again, which made Jack exclaim, "Oh god, your ass is so good!" As he felt his edge near, he groaned and slowed his thrusts.

"Make it yours, sir, fill it full of your hot cum!"

And that worked as well, pushing Jack right over the edge. He grabbed Skye's hips and yanked him back, as he sank his cock deep inside of him. He came again, filling his fae lover with his warm spunk, as he took several deep breaths.

He slowly pulled back out of him, pulsing one more time to splash a little cum on gaped hole of his catboy's ass.

"Mmmmm, I want more," Skye whined as he turned on Jack.

Jack rested on his elbows as he breathed deeply, and just laughed. "Well, that kind of performance is hard to top for us mortals, I'm afraid."

Skye had collected his own cum in his hand, and he rubbed it over Jack's cock and balls, which made him sit up quickly.

"What're you doing?" Jack asked with some alarm.

Skye winked and gripped his cock, which was already springing to life. Jack's crotch felt very warm, and the usual sensitivity faded as he felt the renewed pleasure of Skye's hot mouth enveloping the thick head of his cock. And suddenly all of his exhaustion and satisfaction left him, and he became horny again.

His mind whirled in confusion, but all of that was soon replaced by overwhelming need. Skye whirled around and shook his ass as he flicked his tail back and forth.

Jack surged forward over him and pushed one of Skye's knees up, and with his other hand pushed his shoulder down. Jack mounted him from the side, instead from directly behind him, and hilted his cock into his soft ass in one shove.

Skye tightened on Jack and yowled in pleasure as the catboy climaxed almost immediately.

"Oh sir, fuck my slutty ass!"

Jack grunted, and slapped his ass as he hammered into him, his cock spearing the catboy's tight entrance, and stretching him open.

"God, it's so fuckin good," Jack groaned. His cock was hard a steel rod, and the sensation of Skye's tight ass drew all of his attention.

Minutes melted away and the pleasure built up, further and further, burning a fire inside of him. He felt he could go all night, plowing him deeper, driving his pleasure higher. The young fae tightened down on him again, as if he wanted his cock to never leave. Jack pulled all the way back and drove himself hard into his tightness, jiggling his ass as he pounded him.

Skye let out a high-pitched cry and climaxed again. "Oh, I love it, my ass is made for your cock!"

His lover's encouragement sent an entirely new sensation through Jack that he couldn't explain. He shifted his hips and increased his tempo, which Skye quickly matched, humping back as much as he could. The renewed vigor didn't bother him, but quite the opposite, as the catboy squeaked out a new encouraging noise each time Jack's tool bottomed out in him.

Jack felt the edge approach, and it felt massive, as though his whole body might explode. He slowed down, thrust deeply into Skye before he drove himself as deep as he could, and poured his climax into him.

Jack laid on the futon for a few minutes, absolutely drained of life. He was pretty sure he hadn't fallen asleep, but he knew he had to get up and take a shower. As he sat up, Skye tried to press his face to his or something, so he pushed his face out of the way and clambered off of the futon.

When the warm water of the shower hit his skin, it was revelatory. Perhaps climaxing that hard three times in a row increased the strength of the post-nut clarity. He had just had sex with a catboy, and there were a whole host of problems with that.

Jack hadn't touched another living soul in so long, surely it was a combination of touch starvation and cabin fever that drove his horniness. Or maybe it was some other weird fluke. He hadn't seen another person in a long time.

Something about that bothered him. He hadn't seen another person in a long time, and now he saw Skye, and he couldn't deny that the young fae was cute. But he really wasn't his type.

Or so he thought.

Right?

After what had just happened, it felt kind of stupid to talk about types.

After the shower, he dried off, combed his hair and went to his bedroom to get dressed. He was going to have to have a hard conversation with Skye about all of this, and he wasn't going to be dressed in soft pants and shirtless when he did so.

He wore his usual - tac pants, boots and a performance t-shirt that was stretched across his muscular frame. A few deep breaths, and he was ready to tell Skye the bad news - that he couldn't legally kick him out, but this was a mistake, and they were going to have to acknowledge that.

Jack left the hall and found Skye was already dressed again in his sundress, which he was playing with the hem of as he sat on the futon. Tears streaked down his face, and he quickly wiped them away and looked up at Jack.

Jack had been shot in the past, and between that feeling and what he felt in this exact moment, he much preferred the former. Unimaginable physical pain was easier to manage than seeing this adorable catboy so wounded.

Well, so much for his big plan. He wouldn't have been surprised if Skye yelled at him, but instead, words started to pour out of him.

"I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed so hard. It's the dress, isn't it? I thought, maybe you might like it, but I shouldn't have," he tugged at the hem and looked down at it and bit his lip. His voice lowered to a whisper. "Please don't send me away."

Jack sighed and sat down next to him. "Skye, I legally can't send you anywhere. That's why this is such a bad idea. If it doesn't work out, if you find out something about me and you hate me, you can't leave. And I can't leave."

Skye shook his head as he stared at his lap. "I don't think there's a world between yours and mine where I... where it wouldn't work out."