Blackmail
Group project time. Machinations. Tiger/dragon, 6032 words.
People are complicated, even when you think they aren't.
A blustering, chill breeze swept through the rattling branches, slicing the tiger's thin jacket like a knife kept in the freezer. He ought to have dressed for the weather, but despite his chattering teeth and jumpy tail, he couldn't help but harbor a bit of stubborn resentment toward the environment. It was pure unreasonableness, to have to wear a heavy coat this early in the so-called 'fall'.
"You hear that, Momma Nature?" Kyle grumbled to himself, picking up the pace. "Unreasonableness!"
If Mom Nat heard him, her only reply was a particularly brisk gust that made him squint and shiver.
Catty bitch.
His destination, chosen moments before, was a moving volume of air near the tall oblong pillar supporting the corner of the library. A brutalist structure, solid and, to most modern aestheticists, downright ugly. Too much concrete and elementary forms, nothing elegant or airy about it. Not a refined temple of learning, but a repository, a dump, a squat heap of knowledge.
Approaching this pillar from the perpendicular direction was one Alec Larson. An inch and a half shorter than the average male, shoulders rather narrower and slighter than Kyle's. The generic, unmuscular, average-weight build was quite similar to the tiger's, however. Alec's jacket was a bit more suited to the weather than Kyle's, but their jeans, sneakers, and backpacks were of similarly low quality and offbrand character.
"Hey Al. Alec." Kyle waved sharply to get his attention.
The dragon's head turned. Midnight-black scales glinted eerily in the light scattered by the overcast sky. He raised one paw, and pulled a headphone from the ear facing the tiger. His steps slowed haltingly as the yellow-striped-black ball of fur approached.
The recognition dawning on his face did not bring about a particularly appealing change in his expression. His eyes hardened, his brows furrowed a little, and his mouth pressed into a thin line.
"Got five minutes?" Kyle asked, stopping before him with a bit of a pant. He'd had to move fast to reach his target space: the region of air next to the dragon.
"If you're headed towards Edgecombe," the other male replied, "I have only that."
"Close enough," Kyle replied, even though it was a bit out of his way.
"Well, I'm not going to be late on your account." Alec set off with a fast stride, leaving Kyle to catch up and keep up.
"I assume you aren't working with anyone on the 315 project," Kyle sputtered, when he'd managed to anchor himself to the dragon's side.
"Why would you assume that?"
"We only got the assignment yesterday."
"It's been on the syllabus all semester," the dragon said dismissively. His voice was particularly deep, and he spoke in a sharp, cold monotone.
Kyle glanced at him. He knew the dragon's name, but they weren't acquaintances. "Regardless, if you don't have a partner yet, maybe we could be a team."
Alec stopped, causing Kyle to shoot past him and turn around awkwardly. The dragon regarded him from under heavy brows. "And why would you suggest that?"
Kyle shrugged. "You're clearly one of the better students in the class, and I'd like to do well."
"That's a selfish reason," Alec said bluntly. "If you expect working with me will improve your grade, I expect working by myself will improve mine." He went from standing still back to walking fast, and Kyle lurched into a half-run to catch up once more. "I have no desire to complete this project as a charity."
"I don't want charity; I'm a hard worker and I know my stuff!" Kyle growled, peeved. "Besides, we're required to work in twos or threes; you'll get points taken off if you do the project by yourself."
"I have already spoken with the professor regarding this matter," Alec said, tone more frigid than Mommy gusting in their faces.
"And?" Kyle pressed.
"...He indicated I would have points taken off if I did the project by myself," Alec admitted grudgingly. "But I have no reason to believe I will lose fewer points carrying a dumb jock than working alone."
"I'm not a dumb jock!" Kyle snarled. What an asshole.
"I did not say you were one; the fact that you identified with my hypothetical partner is telling." They were crossing the street, Alec a bit ahead. "Are we finished?"
Kyle's foot carried him up onto the curb. He put one paw on Alec's shoulder and pulled him to a stop.
The dragon rounded on him, and said nothing. He didn't need to demand an explanation. It was clear from the look in his eyes that the ice Kyle stood on had grown paper-thin.
The tiger sucked in a breath. "I'll pay you," he said.
Alec stood quite still for a beat. Kyle didn't look away.
"...How much?" the dragon replied, voice much slower and quieter.
"A hundred," Kyle offered, figuring that ought to be enough for anyone.
The dragon was silent again. His expression hadn't changed, but Kyle could see he was not unmoved.
"And I'll work hard," the tiger put in. "You don't have to do half if you don't want. We can split it sixty-forty. Or something."
Another moment of silence, and then, "I already have a project in mind." Some of the winter had left Alec's voice, though he was still painfully serious.
"We'll do that, then. You're the boss," the tiger replied. "Tell me what you want me to do and how you want it done. Anything you trust me to handle, that is."
The dragon considered a moment more, and then stuffed a paw into his pocket. "Give me your cell phone number."
Kyle grinned a little, victorious, and recited the number, but before he could get his own phone out, the dragon hit him with another glare. "Don't consider your offer accepted," he said, hitting a button on his old flip phone with a savage jab. "I'll call you when I want to meet with you. Perhaps... we can come to an agreement," he grumbled.
Kyle's phone vibrated in his paws. A new text message. The contents? A comma.
"Got it," he said to the dragon.
Without so much as a goodbye, Alec turned and paced away, strides rapidly carrying him away from the tiger and into the engineering building.
SLAM SLAM SLAM.
The guy's upper arm strength was considerable, considering he had all the visible musculature of a ramen noodle. Grumbling a little about the already-rickety door latch, Kyle hollered something about being there in a second and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
When he opened the door, Alec brushed past him like the room belonged to him, disregarding the nametags on the door - "Kyle Sanderson" and "Nicholas Oakley". The psychology major was off somewhere doing something -- being a giraffe, Kyle supposed. He didn't have a particularly good idea what the roomie did with his time. The onyx dragon had his backpack, and was wearing his standard: loose jeans and a fairly plain polo. Green. His long tail lashed through the air behind him.
Kyle shut the door reluctantly. He wasn't looking forward to this conversation.
"I expect you're intending to negotiate," Alec's deep voice rasped. "You've probably worked out some sort of strategy. I'm not having any of that."
Kyle flopped on the futon and folded his arms. "I told you I'd pay you. If that's what it takes to convince you, whatever."
Alec scoffed. "I am not poor. I don't think you could offer enough to truly interest me."
"I'm sure there's some way I could make it worth your while," Kyle growled, ignoring the veiled insult. He sensed the dragon's change in appraisal did not bode well.
Alec glanced back again, and then away out the window. "I have... decided upon the terms of my offer."
"And?"
Alec cleared his throat. His gaze dropped to the tile floor, and his voice was... slower. Kyle noticed for the first time the way his deep purple-black scales refracted the fluorescent lamp, shimmering slightly under close scrutiny.
"I will be your partner for the duration of the project. We will split the work 50/50. I will be in charge of the material. I will handle the trickier parts myself. In return..." He fell silent.
Kyle folded his arms; it seemed a pretty good offer so far, which was even more worrisome. "Yeah?"
"...In return... each time we meet to work on the material, you will... perform oral sex on me."
Kyle's jaw dropped.
After a moment, Alec looked up, his expression hardening. "That is my offer. I am not willing to negotiate. Either you accept the terms, or you do not, and we will not work together."
"Gee..." Kyle growled. "You've sure got some fuckin' balls..."
"Do not waste my time with pointless objection," Alec said caustically. "The choice is yours. Choose."
The tiger leapt up and began pacing, teeth gritted. He was hyperventilating; his upper torso and neck was superheating at an alarming rate. Back, forth, back... "You're serious?" he snarled, pausing. "You're fucking serious?"
"I believe I was clear on the terms," Alec coolly stated.
"You want to put your cock," Kyle spat, "in my mouth."
That seemed to break through the dragon's shell a bit. "I, ah, yes, to put it in vulgar terms..."
Kyle tilted his head, glaring. "Why the hell you wanna do that!?"
"Why does anyone want to engage in that... activity?!" Alec sputtered, jerking his head away. "Besides, it is a suitable reimbursement for the risk I am taking; unlike you, I place a great deal of importance on academics."
"But why now, for this?" The tiger was infuriated to feel his cheeks growing warm as well. "Why, like...me?!"
"You approached me, not the other way around," the dragon said sharply. "Believe me, you would not be first on my list by a long shot. But you are the one willing to pay me to be partners; if you want it so damn bad, you are_going_ to make it worth my while."
Kyle resumed his pacing, his fur feeling prickly and hot. "For fuck's sake, Alec," he growled. "I'm a_guy_, I've never even... done that..."
"Your experience, or lack thereof, does not concern me," the dragon said, voice quite stiff.
Kyle sighed, rolling his eyes a little and raising one paw to his face.
God. Just get on your knees and open your mouth a few times and it'll all be over. Is it really such a price to pay?
"...Fiiiine..." he whined quietly.
"You have decided to accept?"
"Argh. Yes. I'll do it." Kyle rounded on the dragon, blushing furiously.
Alec inhaled slowly, and then exhaled. "Good." He abruptly seemed less hostile, and more tense.
"You better not have a huge bush, I'm not sticking my nose in that," Kyle groused, fidgeting. "Do dragons even have pubes?"
Alec hesitated. "We... do have some body fur, yes. I do not think you will find it excessive by your standards." He sat forward a little, intent. "Are you ready to begin?"
Kyle blinked at him, dumbfounded. "What,now?"
"I did say each time we met," Alec said, irritated.
"Oh for the love of..." Kyle put his paws up to his face again. "My roommate could be back at any time, I don't know where he is even, he could just walk in on... That's another thing, if this is going to happen, my roommate canNOT find out, you hear me?" He glared between his pawdigits, trying to reign in the shrillness in his voice.
"Perfectly reasonable," Alec allowed. "I expect the same discretion on your part. Neither of our reputations would be well served if this were to become public." He paused. "Perhaps we should return to my room, then. I do not have a roommate."
The tiger grimaced a little. "Look... I didn't agree to this before we met today... I didn't even know it was going to..." He inhaled roughly; it was almost a whimper. "Please can we just... start next time?"
Alec regarded him coldly, but the look quickly grew less hostile and more disappointed. "You owe me one," he sighed.
"Fine, fine," Kyle said weakly, dragging his paws down his cheeks. He tried not to look at the dragon's crotch.
There was a silence that stretched. Kyle found himself staring at the dragon, while Alec was staring anywhere else.
"I suppose... we had best begin discussing the project," the dragon said, after a while.
"Heh. Yeah." Kyle paced stiffly toward the futon, taking a seat as far from the dragon as he could practically manage. "Let's."
It was agreed, by several awkward text messages, that the coming Saturday would be the first day of their... arrangement. Kyle had a few days to prepare himself, mentally... and also, with a great deal of discomfort, to google a few things that he promptly erased from his browsing history five minutes later. Had to at least have a clue what he was doing -- he'd received a blowjob or two, but had generally been too drunk to pay attention to any specifics, and could remember little besides 'It felt really fucking good.'
And so, a jumpy tiger found himself shivering outside a strange dorm that he'd never been in, backpack on his back, paws in his pockets.
The door opened, and a black drake regarded him.
"Good evening," he said, chill as always.
"Hi yourself," Kyle huffed. He pushed past the other male into an airspace that was at least heated, if not particularly welcoming.
Alec led the way down the hall to the stairwell. "I trust you're doing well?"
"I guess you could say that," the tiger mumbled. "...Wait, you live in the basement?"
"I live on the first floor. In this wing of the building, it is underground, on the other side it is not." Alec waved a paw vaguely as they exited the stairwell, heading around the corner and down another hallway to the end. At the second-to-last door, he paused, and fumbled in his pocket.
Kyle gulped.
It was a deep room, with a narrow entryway that widened quickly, but not far. There was space for the single bed to be oriented across the narrow dimension, with enough room to walk between the footboard and the built-in dresser on the opposite wall. Beyond the bed was a desk, and on the far wall a small window set high against the ceiling, revealing a glimpse of a window-well and starry sky.
Alec shut the door behind them, locking it quickly.
It was still and quiet. Alec reached for the lightswitch.
Kyle's paw gripped his wrist. "Leave them off..." he murmured.
"Oh... Well, all right," the dragon agreed, voice a bit less frigid than his usual.
Kyle realized he was trembling a bit as he followed the dragon around to the far bed, and suppressed the reflex with gritted teeth.
Alec sat down on his bed, facing the window -- he was nearly impossible to make out in the darkness, but Kyle's eyes were beginning to adjust, and there was a full moon outside.
"Would it... bother you, if I... removed my pants?" the dragon asked, fiddling with his shoelaces.
"Go ahead," the tiger rumbled, inhaling. "Don't care."
One white sneaker, and then the other, hit the carpet. Alec unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned his jeans. Unzipped the fly, and lifted himself slightly off the bed, as he pulled his pants down. He left them around his ankles, inching forward a little so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. When he looked up, his eyes gleamed in the darkness; the tiger became abruptly aware of the fact that he wasn't the only one trembling.
Kyle slowly dropped to his knees.
"You are ready, then?" Alec murmured.
"As ready as I'll ever be..." Kyle huffed... before sighing, and shaking his head. "Just don't expect it to be too good, I'm not an expert at this." A stupid chuckle.
"I am sure you will do fine. At the very least, you... are a fellow male, I am certain you can... surmise where to... that is, how to..."
Kyle sucked in another breath. "Right, heh."
There was a tense silence; the two met eyes. Alec's expression was flustered, and slightly combative, while Kyle was anxious, but determined. He found himself noticing the shimmer in Alec's scales again, deep blue in the low light from the window, and the narrow, chiseled aspect to his muzzle.
Slowly, the tiger reached out, big paws squirming under the hem of the dragon's polo. His claws scraped scale... he pulled down the front of the dragon's briefs.
From there, things were... straightforward. Alec had a thick, scaled sheath, a sparse ridge of scruffy pubic fur, and a tight, almost rigid scrotum that kept his balls only borderline-external. The particulars varied, but Kyle was familiar enough with the general arrangement... even if it was somewhat eye-searing, to be presented with it.
The tiger gulped. There was a pointy, wet cone poking out of Alec's sheath.
Inhaling through his nose, he lowered his head and opened his mouth.
The room was absolutely silent, for a moment... and then there was a soft, liquid sound, as the tiger's jaws closed weakly, forming a seal. He could hear Alec inhaling; heard his breath shudder on the exhale. The dragon tasted strongly of musk, or not even that, just... difference. Otherness. He tasted like a male of a different species. Kyle made a face; the flavor was tolerable at best.
Slowly, he worked his mouth around the dragon's exposed cockhead. His tongue licked hesitantly at the underside.
Alec's breathing was audible; his penis stiffened and lengthened rapidly, and he made a soft vocalization somewhere between a gasp and a moan. The organ stretched back into Kyle's mouth. He couldn't estimate distances like this, but quickly he had to stop pursuing the rim of the dragon's sheath and retreat to the head again. It wasn't long until the dragon was fully erect, however, and very stiff, curving upwards and to the left, to such a degree that Kyle had to angle his head awkwardly to the side.
Alec's voice was rough. "C-can you... still reach all the way down?"
The tiger huffed through his nose, and swallowed -- inadvertantly making Alec gasp -- before doubling down. He opened his throat like the internet had told him to, pushing gently, and there was his gag reflex, but just be gentle, don't go too fast...
"N-n-n-nghhh!" Alec grunted, as the tiger forced his lips against the dragon's sheath. He squirmed. Kyle got a better hold on his underwear, looping his thumbs inside the legholes and tugging them down somewhat as he held onto the dragon's thighs for balance.
It really wasn't so bad, Kyle realized, as he drew back to the head. He could do it. He could deepthroat a cock.
Put that on the ol' resume.
"Oh... Oh my... Oh..." Alec was panting, as the tiger slowly slid up and down his length. His paws were gingerly resting on the tiger's shoulders.
Kyle hesitated, and then slowly pulled off. "Say 'fuck'," he said, licking his lips.
"I... beg your pardon?" Alec panted.
"It feels better when you cuss. Try it." And with that, the tiger slid his lips back down to the dragon's sheath.
Alec was leaking precum into his mouth, salty and thick. The tiger tried not to swallow it, but he was salivating quite a bit from the mouth manipulation, and didn't really want to drip all over his subject. The dragon moaned and grunted and panted as his head slowly bobbed.
"Oh... f-fuck..." the dragon breathed. "This is even better than... I imagined..."
The way he was holding himself was... tense. Stiff. Kyle had to keep a good grip on his hips to continue his slow thrusts; Alec was pushing back against him. The dragon's penis was very hard.
Kyle frowned a little as he felt a twitch, radiating along the length of Alec's shaft like some sort of broadcast. The dragon had gone rather quiet.
The tiger slowed. Sure enough, another twitch came a few seconds later. Any male would know what that meant... His ordeal was almost over. Thank god.
The tiger halted halfway down Alec's shaft, feeling two more twitches.
On the other paw, a one-minute blowjob seemed like a bit of a cop-out on his part, even if it had been enough to get the premature dragon off, even if it was 'even better than he'd imagined'.
He felt a little embarrassed for Alec, to be honest... and a little ashamed, at his own impulse to finish him off. Alec had put them both through a great deal of trouble and stress arranging this agreement; this clearly was a pretty significant favor to him. Kyle didn't think sixty seconds of slurping and a likely pedestrian orgasm would be anything but a letdown, considering the degree to which the taciturn dragon had accommodated the tiger in order to win his agreement. He'd_really_ wanted this.
It would be pretty selfish to wring some cum out of him like this, especially when Kyle was familiar with the delight of a long, thorough blowjob himself.
Great job, you've managed to convince yourself to keep a guy's cock in your mouth when you could be taking it out right now. Shame warred with disgust in his mind for a moment.
"W-why did you stop?" Alec asked sharply, breath tight in his chest.
Looking up at him, Kyle slowly took the dragon's wrists in his paws, and slid them up his neck, to the back of his head. Then, he took hold of the dragon's scaled sides and pushed him backward. Alec resisted for a moment, before getting it and laying back on the bed, craning his neck down anxiously as Kyle bent over him.
The tiger resumed his strokes, slower and more gently than before. His paws gripped the dragon's hips, and the waistband of Alec's briefs rested against his chin.
"Ohhhhh man..." the dragon groaned. Kyle tuned his strokes a shade gentler, and then slower, and slower still. Alec was trying to buck up into his mouth, but the tiger had a good grip on his hips now, and was holding him down. The dragon was also pressing down on the back of his head, trying to force his cock down into that tight warm throat. Firmly and steadily, Kyle resisted.
"Oh god... Yes... Yeah, like that..." Alec was panting, squirming, as the tiger glided up and down his shaft. "Kyle... this feels so good, I..."
Twitching again. Kyle pulled off, and slid a paw up Alec's side to get his attention. "Relax, dude," he muttered. "Just relax."
Alex looked down at him, bleary-eyed and panting, and nodded weakly. "I... I... Yeah... okay..."
Kyle leaned in, nuzzling his throbbing shaft.
Had to be careful with the tongue. He doubted Alec would be a fan of the roughness. The back of it, however, was much smoother, and with a bit of awkward slurping he could do some interesting things.
Alec moaned softly as his cock was gently licked, tip to base. He was leaking precum like Kyle couldn't believe; clearly dragons were heavier fluid producers than tigers.
"Ah, yeah..." the dragon breathed. "There, lick there..."
Kyle focused on Alec's pointy cockhead, licking steadily with the back of his tongue, rhythmically. He held the shaft in place with two fingers at the base. Alec went through phases of squirming and moaning and phases of struggling to get ahold of himself, breathing deeply, stretching, and trying to relax. His paws rested somewhat awkwardly on Kyle's head, buried in his headfur; the tiger felt him shifting them on occasion, almost petting him, and each such motion triggered a blush and a vivid recollection of petting some chick's head at some party.
The tiger gave his patron several long, firm licks along the underside, cleaning up streams of precum, and he heard Alec sigh; a glance up revealed his eyes were shut, and the dragon had a smile on his face so big and innocent that Kyle wouldn't think it possible if he wasn't seeing it. He found himself grinning slightly as well... whatever his discomfort, the knowledge that he was doing well at his current task, and the visible and audible evidence of his prowess, was in some way appealing. If he had to suck a cock, he might as well do a kickass job at it.
Slowly, the tiger reintroduced Alec's glans to the inside of his mouth. The dragon's smile diminished; his mouth came open a bit, and he tensed. The tiger's lips slid halfway down. Alec trembled, jerked, bit his lip. Kyle withdrew, and watched the dragon exhale, almost in relief. He pressed forward, and listened to Alec give a strangled moan, and then two sharp, tight grunts as he pressed past the midpoint. He started twitching again.
It became almost like a game - keeping the dragon moaning, but trying to keep him from twitching too much. Giving him enough that he could enjoy it fully, but being gentle enough that it didn't push him too hard. Alec was completely subservient to his body, and it was somewhat intriguing, watching someone with such a forceful, abrasive personality tense and squirm and shiver like this. Kyle didn't imagine the dragon's cock controlled him; he rather thought Alec's brain, his intellect, had a firm grasp on his libido at all times (as well as most other aspects of his life). And yet, here he was, lying passively on his bed, unable to hold still as the tiger moved his muzzle up and down his penis. Letting something else control him, for once.
The game grew more difficult, almost faster than Kyle wanted it to. Alec steadily grew more twitchy and distressed; his penis strained in the tiger's mouth, jerking and pulsing and squirting precum into his throat. Kyle tried to keep his mouth on the lower half of the dragon's cock, but he was getting tired, and actually gagged a couple times; Alec seemed too far gone to react, and didn't object when he retreated to the top half for good. The dragon was tensing, all his muscles going rigid; there was a different aspect to his behavior now, something more akin to discomfort or strain. The tiger gently laid a paw on Alec's stomach, willing him to relax before he ruptured something; the dragon looked down at him blearily, and took a deep breath.
Then, Alec gave a choked cry, and then a louder whine. His penis jerked hard toward his stomach, relaxed slightly, and then grew unnaturally rigid, holding the jerk position.
The dragon made a_lot_ of noise. Kyle found himself blushing, hoping Alec's neighbors hadn't noticed them entering his room. From an adjoining room, you would be able to tell -- beyond a doubt -- that Alec was either having a spectacularly good orgasm, or that he'd just seriously injured himself and probably needed an ambulance. One or the other.
He jizzed like_crazy_. The tiger held his mouth on a dick that was bucking much more quickly than he was used to, spewing an absurd amount of hot, foul-tasting semen into his mouth. He stopped moving his head more than a fraction, knowing from experience that too much exuberance at this point rather ruined the whole encounter, and let Alec's cum flood out of his mouth and dribble, or splatter, onto his stomach.
The dragon took a long time to wind down, still giving weak little cries in time with his muscular contractions well after he stopped squirting. Kyle kept the other male's penis in his mouth a while longer, giving him a chance to finish completely, and then finally pulled off, working his aching jaw. Glancing around, he located the box of tissues on Alec's nightstand, took one, and spat thoroughly into it, hawked, spat again.
Alec's glazed eyes were open a fraction; he looked like he'd been hit by a car. He watched Kyle wipe his mouth.
The tiger stood awkwardly; his legs were half asleep, and he felt clumsy and uncoordinated. He moved toward the trash.
Cheeks flushing, he slowed, almost stumbled, threw out the tissues. He returned. He offered the box of tissues to the dragon, who stared at it for a full two seconds before reaching out in a burst of apparent insight.
The dragon mopped himself up, panting. The tiger stood there uncomfortably, mind churning and thrashing. It hadn't been noticeable before, when he was occupied. But now... It was obvious.
Kyle had a boner.
"I, uh..." Alec was sitting up, still breathing hard; his voice was unusually quiet and subdued. He'd gotten the semen off himself. "Um. That was... quite a lot more than I was expecting."
Kyle coughed.
The dragon was staring down at his penis, which was now half-erect, and still a bit drippy. Abruptly, he glanced at the tiger, and seemed to regain a degree of normal social standards; his ears dipped, and he turned away, shielding his genitals from view. "Uh, give me a second to change. I, um, some got on my..."
Kyle stood there, shifting his weight from paw to paw. He glanced up a couple times, observing the dragon in flashes, discarding his army green briefs and pulling on a maroon pair. He fumbled with his still-exposed cock, arranging it in a way that was least uncomfortable, and then glanced up, seeing the tiger looking at him. Kyle looked down at his feet, tail swaying.
He still wasn't completely soft.
The dragon returned, grabbed his jeans, pulled them on in a palpably uncomfortable manner. Kyle found himself conscious for the first time of the degree of... defensiveness, in Alec's posture and mannerisms. He found himself placing the dragon into contexts he'd never imagined, like his own high school locker room, contexts where he wasn't in control and didn't have wits to defend him. Kyle wondered what Alec had been like, in those sorts of situations. Whether he'd been scared.
The dragon finished putting his clothes back on, and took a seat on his bed, not really much different from how he'd been when Kyle had first tasted his cock. "I, uh, guess we should start on..."
The tiger rumbled. "Give yourself a couple," he said, somewhat sympathetically. "I don't want this to get weird or anything. Weirder than it is already, that is."
Alec glanced up at him uncertainly.
"So, uh..." The tiger was abruptly aware of how dumb he looked, paws behind his back, shuffling his footpaws. When he'd just had a wiener down his throat. "What did you think? Did it, um... feel good?"
Alec took a breath, formulated a response carefully. "In... in every way conceivable. It was... remarkable. I could not fathom how it could have been any better." He swallowed visibly. "Um... thank you very much."
"You're welcome," the tiger mumbled, face hot at the effusive -- at least, for the dragon -- praise.
"How did you... find it?" Alec said hesitantly.
Kyle regarded him somewhat warily. "Sympathy, or..."
"I'm genuinely curious."
The tiger shrugged. "Well... I suppose it wasn't all_that_ bad." He gave a sort of lame chuckle. "You're, uh, pretty well hung for a nerd."
Alec looked at him askance. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Kyle's grin faltered. "Ah, forget it. Backhanded compliment."
"Oh." The dragon frowned, but the moment had passed, and Kyle was standing there awkwardly, feeling humiliated.
"Uh... I guess, um, next time..." Kyle said, rubbing his nose, "you can maybe give me some feedback. Like, uh, which things you like me to do best."
"Well, if you are able to repeat the performance, I will be impressed," Alec said, tone sage.
The tiger blinked, and then huffed, unduly annoyed. "Have a little faith," he growled. "I managed to 'exceed your expectations' today, didn't I?"
"Indeed, indeed," the dragon said, a bit defensively. "But, now that I have had the experience, my expectations have some basis. Statistically, there ought to be a mean, after some point."
Kyle gritted his teeth.Smug bastard, he thought, and found himself saying the first thing that came to mind. "And by 'some basis', you mean 'anything', heh."
Alec looked up at him sharply. "I don't get your meaning."
"You're doing this to me because you've never had sex before, aren't you?" the tiger spat. "You're using me in order to lose your virginity."
"I -- S-shut up!" the dragon said; he was on his feet, and his voice fluttered between molten and frigid. "You have no idea what you're talking about!"
Kyle's blood was surging; he felt the urge to press his advantage, skewer the pompous dragon on his own transparent machinations.Don't I, though? If I hadn't held back, you would have busted your nuts before your prick was fully hard!
Abruptly, however, the shameful rage drained out of him. "Whatever," he grumbled. "Suit yourself. I tried my best, maybe I won't try quite as hard next time."
Alec was staring at him, panting. He seemed to process the sentence for an atypically long time.
Who are you to judge, kiddo? Kyle filled in for him. You're the one who let a dude blackmail you into sucking him off.
"We'd better start working on... stuff," the tiger rumbled, eyes locked on the carpet.
And got a boner doing it.
That was just a fluke, seriously. It was an empathetic reaction to how he knew Alec had been feeling; it wasn't hormone-driven.
The tiger began rummaging in his backpack. After a while, the lights flicked on, and Alec came over to join him, rather quiet.
Both males were subdued for the rest of the night, speaking in quiet, rough tones, and concentrating on their coursework. Alec was less offensive than usual, and Kyle was less emotionally engaged than usual. Both seemed to have lost their investment in the arrangement. Kyle found himself wondering if this was all really worth it. Maybe he should have resisted getting into this situation more. Maybe this was bad. Coercion was bad, right?
Alec had been the one to twist this thing all around. Kyle had only agreed to it for academic reasons. Right?
He wondered what the dragon was thinking about. He glanced over at the other male on occasion, noticing odd things, such as how slender he was, and the way he sat with his tail between his legs instead of to the side, thighs splayed slightly. He caught himself remembering the dragon's maroon briefs, picturing what he'd look like in that position, sans pants. It was almost a vindictive, self-harming sort of thought.You're in this situation now, he might have said savagely to himself. This is your punishment. Think about Alec in his underwear. Think about his big fat cock sticking out of the fly.
It wasn't, though.
It wasn't that sort of thought.
I started writing this one way back in college, left it alone for quite some time, and then came back to it recently. There's more of it in my head, considerably more, but I like how this set of scenes stands up on its own, and the polish of the writing in the first bit (that's some of the older stuff). Hope it was a fun read, and that Alec as a character makes you think. Don't be too quick to judge people... but don't romanticize them either. Some people really are douches.