(MxM)Tales Of A Shifter (P2) - The Clan Celebration

Chapter 15 - Longing

Chapter 15

That night, after a slow afternoon of quiet patrolling alone, Ezekiel retired to his room.

Snarling and hissing he prowled in the confines of his room, eventually forced to admit to himself that he was in fact avoiding dinner, his family....and the one man that was making him feel just a little bit insane. Not to mention tense, and pent up, and on edge.

Ezekiel didn't want to be around his family feeling the way he felt. He didn't want to be around Lander thinking what he was thinking. He didn't want to be near Brandon with the heat of his body only a few hours forgotten.

So, not bothering to remove his clothing and feeling bone tired, Ezekiel crawled into his sheets, punched a few pillows into shape beneath him....and promptly collapsed in exhaustion.

IT was sometime later before he began to stir. He moaned, tossed in his sheets and bit his lip in his sleep.

In his mind he felt the electricity running down his spine, gathering in his gut, tightening his balls, emanating from his penis, which Brandon had taken into his hot mouth minutes ago.

Ten minutes ago, when the maddening dream had first overcame him.

Naked the both of them trembled on the sheets.

Ezekiel groaned, because he could feel it. The phantom touch of someone's lips gliding up and down his cock, the warmth of someone's tongue lapping at his seed. He felt it....and when Ezekiel looked down in the dream he looked into Brandon's mystic eyes. Cool mint, hazed with lust and passion, silken hair shifting about his ears and forehead as he bobbed up and down, taking Ezekiel to the edge.

Suddenly the dream changed and Brandon was writing on top of him. Ezekiel cursed as he felt his cock sinking into Brandon's body.

"Fuck!" Ezekiel hissed as the hard, sweet body moved over him. He heard Brandon moaning, and shouting....and then he tasted blood.

Ezekiel woke up with a roar. A roar that echoed the roar he released in his dream as Brandon rode him like a stallion. But in real life Ezekiel found no relief. Tangled in hot sheets, fully clothed, and stuck with a hard he couldn't ignore. The wood strained painfully against the jeans that he had fallen to sleep in after leaving patrol so Ezekiel grimaced at himself in frustration, then winced when he felt the cut in his bottom lip. He ran a tongue over it tasting a salty burst of his own blood...Before the cut sealed up and disappeared altogether.

God...This is sick...Dammit....What's wrong with me!

He cursed to himself, then with a growl of impatience, Ezekiel peeled himself up off of his bed and began to strip. Once his clothes were removed, besides his boxers, he wasn't surprised to find that he was still sporting wood, but he tried his hardest to ignore it. Not because he didn't want to scratch the itch, but because he knew just who he would think of when he did it....and that just seemed too wrong. How many times had Brandon turned him away now?

I know he doesn't want me! So why do I keep having these dreams!?

Ezekiel hissed to himself.

Why am I so fixated on him!?

Ezekiel closed his eyes and tried to think of anything except for the pulsating need between his legs, and the heat beneath his skin. But, just as he had no control over the way that he reacted to Brandon's scent. He couldn't seem to control the need to think about Brandon either.

He was fixated. And maybe Ezekiel was sick, but he wanted Brandon.....and he also wanted to understand him.

Realizing that a shower wouldn't work Ezekiel cracked all the windows in his room, letting the sharp cool air blow in, then he fell back into his now chilled sheets, wrapped his hands behind his head and tried to think of anything except how Brandon's touch and body would be so much sweeter in real life.