Page 5 of Bloom

Most men would be pretty pissed if they were interrupted while pleasuring themselves. An abundant male using his heat with a toy deep in his ass would likely be far more enraged. Jaime nearly taking a fake phallus to the face proved it.

He almost ran out into the hallway to take a very long walk that would keep him away from Aleric for hours, but he decided against it. If Aleric dressed and came out to rage at him, he might grow more furious if Jaime wasn’t around and think he’d tried to run away.

He forced himself to sit on the couch. If he was going to be yelled at, he might as well get it over with. He’d never walked in on anyone masturbating or using a toy on themselves. It was beyond mortifying since Aleric was such an ass to start with.

If Aleric came out to yell and lecture him, he’d endure it and apologize. It wouldn’t last forever, and Jaime should have knocked. Actually, he should have assumed that Aleric would be taking care of himself and completely left him alone. Abundant men couldn’t make the heat go away since it wasn’t like tapping a crystal lantern to make the light vanish. They either dealt with the desperation until it wore off, or they stimulated themselves to orgasm.

He sighed when he heard a short scream from the room. Here it came. Aleric had shoved himself into his clothes, and he’d march out to point his finger and yell until his fury burned off. Jaime would apologize since he shouldn’t have barged in like an absolute idiot.

If Aleric asked him what he’d needed so badly, Jaime would likely get another lecture. He’d intended to ask if he was allowed to go to the library because he’d been worried disappearing might make Aleric flip out on him after the whole earlier scene. Knowing that was why he’d been interrupted wouldn’t ease his anger.

“Jaime!”

For fuck’s sake. Jaime dragged himself off the couch. If Aleric was demanding he come in to take a scolding like a subordinate…

“Just get it over with,” he muttered. He'd dealt with worse, and bruised pride wasn't going to kill him.

“Get in here!”

Jaime squinted as he opened the door. Why did Aleric sound like he was ready to cry?

He was still only wearing a shirt, and his hair was messed up with a few strands sticking to his sweaty face. Seeing him like that was odd enough even though Jaime had caught him in a much more compromising position just a few minutes ago.

For some reason, his face was red, except it wasn’t the same as the flushes Jaime had seen on him before or other abundant males. It was deeper, and his pupils were so huge, the blue could barely be seen.

“Uh, why are you hunched over like that?” asked Jaime. He hadn’t put on trousers or tried to cover himself with the blanket. His cock was still hard, and the tip was wet.

Aleric, on his knees with his arms wrapped around himself, let out a strange noise. “Fuck me.”

Jaime blinked. Was this some kind of trick? Should he slowly back out and pretend he hadn’t heard those words? “Er, wh-”

“Fuck me. Now.”

“You said you don’t bottom, and why-”

“I need it.” Aleric’s breathing came in ragged gasps, and his voice was strained.

“Jerk off or whatever. I’m sorry I came in and about your toy.” Jaime nudged a piece of glass away with his boot. “I’m not a thing you can pick up or put down when you feel like it just because you’re horny-”

“It hurts!” Aleric practically screamed at him.

Jaime had been to back out and close the door. The words made him freeze. A normal heat wasn’t supposed to hurt.

“I need it-” Aleric cut off and tightened his arms around himself. “You have no idea what this feels like!”

Shit. Jaime had never seen an abundant male go through heat fever, and he only knew of it because one he’d been with for a while had brought it up. He’d been pretty sure edging would cause heat fever. Somehow, stopping the stimulation just before orgasm would lead to extreme pain and intense desire.

Aleric crawled closer to the edge of the bed while he stared at Jaime like his cock was the only cure. Technically, it was. He was pretty sure oral or a handjob wouldn't fix the problem, and they needed an intense anal orgasm or they’d suffer for…Jaime wasn’t sure how long.

What if it lasted all day? How the fuck was he supposed to leave someone in agony?

“Do you want me to get the physician?” Jaime wasn't sure if any form of medicine would help. “You have one for the cour-”

“No!” Aleric growled. “Either help me or get out.”

Going and leaving him alone didn’t seem like a real option. Jaime avoided the glass as he fully stepped in and hastily shut the door. “Okay, okay. I'll do it. Er, are you sure you can’t fix it by jerking off?”

“Fuck me!” Aleric yelled at him. “I don’t care how you do it as long as your cock is in my ass!”

Technically, Jaime could say no and leave. He was pretty sure the physician couldn’t fix this anyway, so getting him would be useless. If he told anyone, Aleric would be horribly embarrassed.

He didn’t like seeing anyone in pain, but there was something about a man demanding he be fucked that had his cock hardening as he scrambled to undo his bootlaces. He hesitated because Aleric might hate him later for doing this. The fever needed curing, but they weren’t pals or bed buddies.

Then again, he’d hate being left to suffer too, and Jaime undid his belt.

Aleric gripped the blankets as he watched. Even with relief on the horizon, he couldn’t seem to relax, and Jaime wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what he was thinking in his head, fueled by the heat and insane lust.

“I need you in me,” he said as his knuckles whitened either because he couldn’t wait or because of the pain.

Jaime fumbled with his trousers. “I am. I can’t fuck you through my trousers. Why don’t you lie down and try to relax? I’ll be gentle and try to get you off as fast as possible. It won’t hurt anymore, and-”

The second he lowered his drawers, and his partially hard cock was freed, Aleric’s eyes went right to it.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” He turned around on the bed and lowered his upper body enough for his shirt to slide down and partially reveal the moving tattoos some fairies were born with. The pink and silver markings weren’t nearly as distracting as the sight of Aleric’s dripping hole, stretched a little from the fake phallus. “I want you to fuck me like a slut!”

Dear Elira. More clear slick dripped from Aleric’s ass, and the underside of his balls glistened with it.

“Fuck me! Please! It hurts, and I need your COCK!”

He shouted the last word with his ass stuck up. Jaime threw his shirt on the floor and got onto the bed. Aleric made an animalistic noise and pressed back.

“Lay on your back.” Even if this was to get rid of the heat fever, Jaime didn’t want to simply hump him like a thing to fuck. Aleric wasn’t someone he was with, but he wasn’t a whore or the result of a drunken night out.

“Grab my hair and fuck me like a whore!”

Jaime hadn’t been expecting to hear that. Heat fever was cured by anal sex, but it didn’t mean the receiver suddenly wanted to be treated like a slutty bottom.

“I will fuck you when you turn over.”

It wasn’t hard for Jaime to flip him over. As soon as Aleric was on his back, he wrapped his arms and legs around Jaime to pull him in.

“Fuck me,” he whined with his face against Jaime’s shoulder as he dug his fingers into his back. “I need you to fuck me like a filthy whore. Make it stop hurting. Please…”

Jaime managed to shift himself despite Aleric clinging to him like a limpet so he could grasp his cock and line up the head of his cock with his hole. Aleric certainly wasn’t making it easy in his desperation. As soon as the head entered, Aleric made a noise like he’d been mortally wounded. Jaime flinched, thinking he’d hurt him.

“More!” Aleric’s hips strained upward. “Now!”

Jaime eased his thick shaft in. Even though Aleric had opened himself with the toy and he was leaking slick, Jaime didn’t want to ram himself in case it worsened anything or hurt him in a new way. Aleric’s passage contracted and squeezed every inch of his cock tight enough to where he had to hold back a moan.

Aleric had no such control. Jaime could feel the heat from his chest through his linen shirt which was damp from sweat, and the muscles squeezing his cock suddenly eased. It was still tight and what he'd expect to feel during anal.

“Finally,” gasped Aleric, almost sounding normal for a second, although a bit breathless. “It’s been too long.” He tried to move his hips. “Harder-please.”

Jaime pulled back to thrust as he pressed his mouth to the side of Aleric’s neck. Dear Elira, there was nothing like being in an abundant male’s ass, and Aleric made a lot of slick. The wetness and tight heat were perfect around his cock, and he squeezed the slim body under his while keeping his knees braced so he wouldn’t put his full weight on Aleric’s torso. He didn’t know if pressure would worsen anything inside, and he wasn’t risking it since he couldn’t know exactly what Aleric was feeling.

“Faster. Grab my hair and fuck me. ”

His cock was hard against Jaime’s stomach, and he tightened his legs. If having his hair grabbed made it better and easier for him to get off, Jaime was fine with that. He loved pulling hair as long as the other enjoyed it. He moved a hand under Aleric’s head and got a good handful so the pressure wouldn’t be too concentrated in one spot.

Aleric groaned with his eyes squeezed shut as he dragged his fingernails down Jaime’s back. The light sting spurred Jaime on as he pounded his soaked hole.

“You feel so good in me,” Aleric gasped as Jaime kissed down his neck and kept a tight hold of his hair.

Jaime hadn’t been with anyone in a few months, and he hoped Aleric was near enough with the heat. Being so close to him, he realized under Aleric’s natural rose smell, which was normal for a lot of fairies, there was a hint of lavender, and it wasn’t from soap.

Jaime kissed him, and Aleric kissed him right back like a starving man.

“I’m so close,” he mumbled.

“Cum for me.”

Aleric bit his shoulder nearly hard enough to hurt, and his clenching around Jaime’s cock tipped him over the edge as he thrust harder. Aleric made a noise like an animal as his whole body tensed, and he clung to Jaime who groaned. The orgasm shuddered through him, and he tightened his one arm with his face in the crook of Aleric’s neck. For a few seconds, he forgot why they were fucking in the first place and didn’t want it to stop.

The orgasm ebbed, and Jaime had to remind himself to loosen his hold. Aleric’s whole body eased, and his arms and legs went limp. Relief washed over Jaime as he let go of his hair.

“Does it still hurt?”

Aleric made a vague noise that sounded negative, and Jaime lifted his head to see his eyelids closed. Thank Elira he wasn’t in pain anymore. Jaime would never barge in again and cause that to happen again.

Aleric’s breathing was slow and even, and he didn’t move when Jaime gently pulled out his softening cock to lay by him. Since Aleric had fallen asleep so fast, the whole thing must have been utterly exhausting, unlike a typical heat. A nap would be best for him. Jaime could have gone to sleep too from the orgasm alone, but it felt like leaving Aleric alone. He propped himself up on his elbow and anxiously studied him.

His face was quite relaxed, so he must have felt better. The heat fever wouldn’t have any other effects, right? Jaime wasn’t an abundant male, and he hoped there wasn’t anything else he was unaware of.

He spotted a cloth on the bed. Aleric must have been lying on it earlier so he wouldn’t drip all over his blanket. So much for that. There would be a huge wet spot as cum and slick dripped out of him. Jaime took the cloth and wiped off the white streaks from Aleric’s cum on his stomach.

What had he said earlier? Something about it being too long? Maybe he’d said he wasn’t a bottom because he didn’t like the idea of a new guy trying to get in him. He’d acted like Jaime had intended to flip him over and do what he wanted earlier. That still stung a little because no didn't mean yes.

Aleric had certainly acted like a bottom who wanted to be railed hard and fast, and Jaime was pretty sure it wasn’t all from heat fever. He didn’t see how that would suddenly cause a man to want his hair pulled.

Jaime carefully draped an arm over him to cuddle him close. Getting up and making a hasty exit would be quite rude. Perhaps Aleric would be a little nicer since Jaime hadn’t left him to suffer for Elira knew how long. He didn’t expect them to be best pals all of a sudden, or to even be regular fuck buddies, but a lighter attitude would be an improvement.

A little snuggle would be nice too since drifting around could be lonely at times. He kept his eyes open so he wouldn't fall asleep.

He’d sweated, and he wanted to wash his cock since cum and slick was drying all over it, so after a good twenty minutes, he eased himself up. Aleric only turned over to be partly on his stomach, and he drew up a leg without waking. Out of curiosity, Jaime pinched the edge of his wrinkled linen shirt to lift it and see what tattoos he’d been born with.

Pink and silver vines with tiny, delicate leaves slowly shifted around on his skin, and one was inching more toward his side. Maybe it would drift onto his chest. Jaime had been born with green leaf tattoos that moved around his back.

Aleric’s were prettier in his opinion, and Jaime gently rubbed his lower back although the tattoos weren’t feelable. If they ever did anything in the future, preferably not a frantic fuck to cure heat fever, and Aleric let him, Jaime would love to kiss him all over and rub his back while watching the vines and leaf tattoos move around.

Rough play was fun. He also liked to feel the other man ease and settle under his massaging hands.

With a fresh, wet cloth from the privy, he gently wiped up Aleric a little bit so he wouldn't have so much cum and slick smeared on his thighs once he finally got up. He still didn’t move. Afterward, Jaime took his time while cleaning himself in the privy.

It was only when he was about to return to the bedroom that he suddenly had a horrifying thought. Why hadn’t it occurred to him before he’d stuck his dick in Aleric? Shit. What if he got pregnant? It could happen during heat fever, right? The whole point of a typical heat was for procreation, although pregnancy wasn’t guaranteed.

“Oh my, Elira,” he mumbled under his breath.

The last thing he needed was for Aleric to have his kid. He’d hoped to have a kid or several with an abundant male. Except he’d be married to the guy, and it wouldn’t be an accident.

When he hurried out, Aleric must have woken up seconds ago since he appeared rather off. And cute too since he was half-asleep with bits of hair sticking up. He stared at Jaime who was still naked like he didn’t recognize him.

“Uh, does it hurt?” asked Jaime. “Are you okay now?”

“Dear Elira.” Aleric snatched at the blanket to drag over himself even though Jaime had seen it all and been inside of him.

“Is the heat fever gone?” repeated Jaime. “I need to know if you’re okay.”

“It’s gone. Now-”

“Do you need me to go out and get herbs? I didn’t think before.”

“No.”

“I can go and get them so no one has to know it’s for you. I’m not exactly in a good position to be a Father right this second.”

Aleric scooted up the bed with the blanket covering a good deal of him, and he opened his bedside drawer to pull out a small jar filled with…parchment paper bits?

He fumbled with the lid and pulled out two to unwrap. “Why are you still here?”

“Excuse me?”

Aleric dropped the parchment wrappings and ate the two little tabs he’d taken from them. They had to be a newer type of herbs to prevent babies. They tasted nasty, not that Jaime would know from experience, and were supposed to work better than teas or anything else to prevent a man from conceiving.

“You have no reason to be here. You got what you wanted, so get out.”

Jaime almost gaped at him. “I didn’t fuck you because I wanted a piece of your ass. I did it because you had heat fever. You were in pain. Was I supposed to walk out and leave you like that? You begged me and-”

“It’s gone now, and I don’t need you, so piss off. ”

“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to treat me like a dirty tavern mistake the morning after?”

Aleric replaced the jar in the drawer as he chewed. “Yes, I’m dead serious. Get. Out.”

Jaime had never felt so tiny or had anyone look at him like he was completely dirty and disgusting. He might as well have been an unwashed street whore. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn’t even that in Aleric’s eyes. He was like an object to be tossed aside once it wasn’t needed.

Fuck him. Jaime had already done that, but still. He marched over to grab his clothes from where he’d dumped them away from the broken glass. Aleric could clean up his broken toy or have a servant do it. As he shoved himself into his drawers and trousers, Aleric hurried by without looking and the blanket clumsily wrapped around himself. The privy room door closed as soon as the trailing end was inside.

Jaime swore under his breath when he entered the sitting room, and it only took a few seconds before he heard a click from the bedroom door. Aleric had hurried out to lock it. Of course, the privy door on Jaime’s side would be locked.

He’d intended to ask if he could go find the library earlier. Screw it. Jaime didn’t need permission.