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Chapter two

Juicy

Gem

It was raining in Lust again, and Gem loved the rain.

To be honest, Gem loved lots of things, but rainstorms ranked very high on the list. He loved the clean scent of it rolling in on the clouds.

He loved the booming thunder and crackling lightning.

He loved falling asleep to the pitter-patter on the fire escape outside his living room window.

Rainstorms reminded him of jumping in puddles as a child and playing hide-and-seek with his siblings as the water soaked their clothes to their backs.

It reminded him of drinking hot koca with his father on the porch swing as lightning flashed across the sky.

It reminded him of his first kiss, a stolen moment under the bleachers with Bikki Mirr, of clumsy lips and sweat mixed with rain water.

The only downside to rain: it did not make people horny as much as movies had led Gem to believe. In fact, it could make trolling for dick incredibly inconvenient. And as much as he loved the rain, he loved dick more .

Seeing as Gem was currently on his knees with a particularly nice dick in his mouth, and it was raining outside, he was a very happy camper indeed.

The Lupyn he’d matched with on Cock’d an hour ago had braved the poor weather and was now being rewarded for his courage and sacrifice by the way of Gem’s oral skills.

Which—if he said so himself—were highly in-demand and constantly exceeded expectations.

He prided himself on many talents, but he was incredibly smug about his dick-sucking ability.

He’d had a lot of practice, after all. He was, for all intents and purposes, an enthusiastic and proud whore, and he loved that for himself.

Not only was sex fun, pleasurable, and intimate, it also was one of the few things that could quiet his brain, however briefly.

Those moments of calm, quiet reprieve after a toe-curling orgasm offered Gem some much needed peace from his own overstimulating mind. Blissful seconds where he could simply be , where he could float in nothingness, where his soul could rest.

Sure, the physical pleasure was a huge bonus, don’t get him wrong, but the quiet… oh, the quiet.

“Fuck, your mouth looks pretty wrapped around my dick,” the Lupyn said, pulling Gem out of his inner monologue.

He’d gotten lost inside his own head again, and for a moment, he’d completely forgotten about the Lupyn—Dryl or Derk or Donk?

Honestly, he couldn’t remember the stranger’s name—and yet, he’d continued working his dick on muscle memory alone. Gem was rather impressed with himself.

Slurping up and off Drago’s cock, Gem smiled alluringly up at him, rubbing a thumb along the knot already forming at his base. “My mouth looks pretty all the time, baby. But I’m kind of a slut for compliments, so keep them coming.”

The Lupyn flashed canines as his fingers tightened in Gem’s hair. “I didn’t say you could talk.”

Annoyance flared in Gem’s chest, but he kept his smile firmly in place. It was comical the way this man thought he was the one in charge here when Gem had him by the balls. Literally.

“I never said you could tell me what to do,” Gem purred back, moving his hands to Dryn’s forearms, thighs, and chest.

Faster than the Lupyn could blink, Gem had him pinned down, bringing a surprised grunt from him. Smile sharp and sweet, Gem used his free hand to capture the Lupyn’s sack and squeeze just shy of too tight. He yelped and jerked, but Gem had him immobile now, right where he wanted him.

“You look so pretty like this,” Gem offered his words back to him. “Now, be a good boy and say ‘thank you,’ for what I deign to give you.”

Dipi’s throat bobbed, but he eventually nodded. “Thank you.”

“Better.” Gem winked at him, then lowered his head to take that thick cock back into his mouth. Before he could, a knock sounded at his front door, and he hesitated.

Seriously? Things were just getting good.

Since he wanted to get back to business, turning the Lupyn before him into a begging puddle, Gen decided to ignore the knock.

It wasn’t Toni—that bitch never knocked.

He’d just barge in, using his key, and then complain loudly about whatever traumatizing scenario he found inside.

And if it was anyone super important, they would have called first.

Ugh, it was probably his neighbor, Belami. He was always interrupting Gem’s sexscapades because someone—usually Gem—was screaming too loud. Or whatever bullshit reasons he gave. Gem had a feeling Belami was just jealous that he’d never taken the Spryte for a ride .

Another knock sounded, harder than the first one, and the fur on Gem’s legs and arms vibrated with an irritated hum. Belami’s jealousy was funny some of the time, but Gem did not appreciate being interrupted, especially during a blowjob. Did people have no common decency anymore? Honestly!

A third knock, more desperate this time, ruined the moment, and Gem leaned back, releasing the Lupyn with a wordless snarl of annoyance. “Give me a second,” he said as he sinuously rose and rounded the couch, grabbing his silk robe from where it lay draped over the room partition.

“What?” the Lupyn said, dazed and out of breath. “Are you serious?”

When the person at the front door knocked again, Gem gestured in that direction with one hand as he secured the robe to cover his lingerie booty shorts with two others. “Not my fault my neighbor is a jealous freak. Give me two seconds.”

The Lupyn—Derft? Seriously, what was his name?—huffed and grumbled like a child, and Gem grimaced. He didn’t like whiny guys. There was only room for one diva in his life, and he was unwilling to give up that title.

“Coming,” he called when someone knocked again .

“At least someone is,” the Lupyn muttered, and another wave of ick washed over Gem.

“Keep up the attitude, and you’re going home with nothing but your hand to keep you company,” he warned as he stalked toward the entry. He caught the Lupyn’s pout from the corner of one eye, and he wrinkled his nose.

He smoothed his hair down and ensured he wouldn’t flash anyone before he flipped the deadbolt and yanked the door open. “Belami, I swear to the deities—oh my gods, Rusty? ”

Clutching his robe even tighter to ensure he was covered, Gem stared down at the drenched, exhausted-looking Pyclon.

His black clothes dripped water onto the welcome mat where it had started to accumulate in puddles at his bare feet.

His fur was flat and water-logged, sticking to his hide, making him appear even smaller than usual.

It took every ounce of Gem’s self-control not to burst into laughter, because Rusty looked like a pathetic, half-drowned vermin, and it was possibly the cutest thing he’d ever seen. In a sad, pitiful kind of way.

“Hey,” Rusty said, husky voice rougher than normal.

“Hi?” Gem said.

Rusty scratched behind his ear, pale eyes looking everywhere but actually at Gem. “Uh, sorry to just show up like this. I would have called, but my phone’s busted.”

Glancing over his shoulder in the direction of his guest, Gem nodded. “Right. Um, now’s not really a great time.”

Following Gem’s gaze, Rusty cocked his head, nostrils flaring like he was scenting for more information, and for a moment, Gem was almost offended at the invasion of privacy. Understanding quickly dawned on Rusty’s face, and his eyes widened in horror and embarrassment.

“Oh shit, you have company. Sorry. I didn’t mean to—you were just the closest, and I—never mind, I’ll just go.” Rusty shifted his weight with a wince, and his hand shot out to grip the door frame as a pained whine echoed in the back of his throat.

Thoughts of Gem’s hook-up flew out the window as he studied Rusty more closely. The pain twisting his features, the hitch in his breathing, the way he favored his right leg. Then Gem saw the puddles of water, tinged red with —

“Unholy shit, you’re bleeding!” Gem cried, making Rusty jump at his sudden volume. “What happened?”

Dropping to a crouch, Gem grabbed Rusty’s ankle, pushing up his heavy jeans so he could see better. When Rusty yelped and teetered off-balance, he easily held him up with several hands.

“What are you doing?” Rusty barked, paws already pushing Gem’s hands away.

“Making sure you don’t fall on your ass,” Gem bit back as he craned his neck to study Rusty’s foot. “Ah, your foot’s all torn up! What the fuck? Come inside so I can get a better look.”

“Wait—eep!” Rusty had no choice but to obey as Gem tugged him inside, brain running a mile a minute. The Pyclon hissed in pain as he put pressure on his injured foot, and Gem offered him an apologetic grimace, releasing the death grip he’d had on Rusty’s wrist.

“Sorry. Here, let me.” Gem bent down to scoop Rusty into his arms, and the Pyclon chittered and raised his hands like he was preparing to fight Gem off.

“What are you doing?” he demanded again.

“I’m gonna carry you inside so you don’t hurt yourself,” Gem said matter-of-factly.

Rusty’s whiskers twitched, and he scowled deeply. “You’re not carrying me anywhere. I can walk.”

“Clearly, you can’t.” Gem motioned to the foot he was holding aloft, crossing two pairs of arms over his torso. “Are you seriously too proud to let me carry you?”

“It’s not about pride. It’s about dignity,” Rusty snapped, and Gem snorted .

“Yeah, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night, babes.” Turning on his heels, he pointed in the general direction of the living room. “Go sit down. I’ll grab my medical kit.”

“No, Gem, I don’t—”

“What the fuck?” the Lupyn cried, and Gem yelped in shock.

“Oh my gods, I forgot you were here!” He pressed a hand to his chest as the Lupyn scrambled to cover his junk with his t-shirt.

Leaning against the wall, Rusty sent Gem a droll stare, and he simpered, mouthing an apology before addressing the Lupyn.

“I’m sorry, but we’re having a medical emergency right now. I’m gonna need you to leave.”