Partner

Took so long to write this, it's the last one for tonight.

Ah, well.

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Mik woke the next morning to his alarm, feeling better than he had in days. Maybe it was the tea. Maybe it was the meditation. He slipped into Paw’s room and woke the Sidhe up. Paw tried to push him away and Mik sighed, going to shower before heading to the kitchen.

Work was dull and all he had to do was think about how when he got home, Paw was going to be upset and he would have nothing to do.

At all.

Back home and he tossed his keys on the counter and shuffled to the fridge and opened both it and the freezer as he wondered what he wanted to eat. Nothing seemed appetizing. In the end he settled for one of Paw’s popsicles and shuffled to the living room where Paw was watching television.

The Sidhe ignored him and flicked through the channels to the children’s network. Mik simply sat and enjoyed his popsicle.

It was about the time that he had near the entire thing in his mouth when he noticed Paw watching him.

Oh right. THAT was why he hadn’t had one of Paw’s popsicles before.

Mik tried to act like he didn’t see Paw staring and licked up the length of the popsicle. Around the tip and taking the top half into his mouth. Mik closed his eyes and moaned as he slid the popsicle in and out of his mouth slowly, ever so slowly. In and out and in and out.

Paw wasn’t paying attention to the television, his entire focus was on Mik and the popsicle. A bit threatened to dribble down Mik’s chin and his tongue darted out after it, around to lap it up. Mik turned his attention to the base of the popsicle, where the drip had come from. Around the base and back up to the tip. Up and down, swirl around the top.

A small sound came from Paw as Mik slid the popsicle back into his mouth. The tip broke off inside Mik’s mouth, the man made a show of sighing out a near moan as he rolled the ice around in his mouth. Daintily, Mik opened his mouth as wide as he could and slid the rest of the popsicle off of the stick and into his mouth. He allowed it to melt in his mouth and moaned as the last of the juice slid down his throat.

There was a long pause as Paw swallowed hard and Mik considered the stick.

“I think I want another one.”

An intake of breath, an almost gasp.

Paw was mere inches away from him, leaning in, breath coming shallow and fast.

“Mm, but my mouth is so cold…” Mik murmured, spinning the stick between two fingers, “I’d like to warm it up first,” a dramatic sigh, “but that means waiting like twenty minutes.”

Paw swallowed again.

“I know what I want,” Mik set the stick to the side and shifted to face Paw, “I want Paw.”

“Mik said Mik live with no sex.”

“I meant that I could live without sex if Paw wasn’t offering it.”

“Paw not …” Paw shuddered as Mik set a hand on his leg, “offering.”

“Mm, but what if Mik wanted to do to Paw what he did to that popsicle?” Mik murmured, shifting closer to Paw, “what then?”

Paw whined and breathed out at the same time, “what if Paw say no.”

“Your body,” Mik grazed a hand up Paw’s leg, across the Sidhe’s crotch, “is telling me yes.”

Paw huffed and leaned away from Mik, but Mik only moved closer to him, forcing the Sidhe to lay back on the couch. When his back met the couch, Paw let out a startled squeak, looking behind him as if wondering what had stopped his retreat.

“Body and Paw disagree.”

“Mm?” Mik murmured, “So… Paw doesn’t want me to… popsicle?”

Paw opened his mouth, closed it then very carefully said, “No.”

Mik sighed, “okay then,” he made to sit up but Paw caught him and yanked him back down.

“Wait. Paw change mind.”

“Change mind?”

Paw undid the button to his pants, “Yes.”

“Maybe… I changed MY mind,” Mik murmured, unzipping Paw’s pants as he spoke, “Maybe I want a normal popsicle.”

“Nooooo. Paw not survive ‘nother normal popsicle.”

“Then I suppose I haven’t a choice,” Mik murmured, kissing just above Paw’s belt line, “I’ll have to,” a kiss a little lower, “make do with what I don’t want… though I must admit I enjoy yours more than a cold one.”

Paw giggled and twisted under Mik’s touch, “tickles.”

“Tickles?” Mik murmured, kissing Paw just a little lower.

The Sidhe burst into a fresh bout of giggling and squirmed harder, “ahahaha. Nonononono, stopppp.”

Mik got his hands involved, caressing the skin just below Paw’s belly button as the Sidhe tried to pull out of his grasp, gasping for breath between giggles and light pushed at Mik’s shoulder. When Mik wouldn’t stop tickling, Paw yanked the man into a kiss, a full lipped, tongue against tongue, bodies pressed together and a hand against the small of Mik’s back to hold him in place.

Mik had to pull away to catch a breath, but he turned the breath into a light brush of his lips against Paw’s jaw line. A flicker of a tongue across Paw’s lips, parted Paw’s lips and then the Sidhe’s teeth moved apart and Mik’s tongue darted back into Paw’s mouth.

Paw arched upward, a small sound escaping his mouth as he pressed and rubbed against Mik’s stomach. The Sidhe’s free hand down Mik’s side and up his back as the one at the small of Mik’s back drew the man closer, tight against the Sidhe’s body.

Mik’s fingers entangled in Paw’s hair for a moment before he untangled a hand and moved it down the Sidhe’s body. He slipped his hand into Paw’s pants and Paw jerked away, pulled at Mik’s hand too quickly and stiffened.

“No.”

“No…” Mik withdrew his hand, confused. He had thought that he was back to normal with Paw.

The Sidhe shuddered, not in the good way, but in the way that a person who is afraid of spiders does when they have found an offending insect in their bathtub.

“Oh,” a dream. Mik kissed Paw’s cheek, “what happened?”

“Paw no want talk. Just don’t… don’t… grab like that.”

“Handjobs are just as fun as blowjobs,” Mik murmured.

“Mik can show Paw another day,” Paw murmured, “but … too vivid.”

“So… what do you want?”

“Hold me?”

“Of course,” Mik sat up and pulled Paw into his lap with one hand and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch with the other.

He wrapped the blanket around Paw and held the Sidhe’s head against his shoulder as one arm wrapped around Paw’s chest in a light embrace.

“Better?” Mik murmured.

“Better,” Paw sighed.



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