Ermine and Bougainvillea

“Do you have something I can borrow so I can get back to my clothes and not get arrested for indecent exposure? I’d shift back, but people aren’t as willing to help out a cute little forest creature being attacked by coyotes as they would a human. I don’t think the hotel staff would look too kindly on me showing up buck naked begging for another room key, either.”

Etireh snorted softly, and his eyes finally left my face to travel down my body. His eyes lingered a little longer than was strictly polite on my cock, something that didn’t help in making my erection go away. Etireh looked at my face again and raised an eyebrow. I could’ve tried to explain away why I was hard, but my mom also said I was bold as brass and too honest for my own good. I shrugged and grinned, deciding on honesty for Etireh. If he slugged me, he slugged me. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d been decked for stating where my preferences fell.

“You’re a beautiful man, and I get hard for beautiful men. You could look at it as a compliment.”

Surprise moved through his eyes so quickly I almost missed it. He smiled at me and my cock twitched in appreciation. Damn, I could easily see myself with a perma-boner if I was near Etireh for any length of time. I could totally live with that.

“I think I have something you can borrow. It might not exactly be to your taste, but you will be covered up.”

I smiled and drew in a breath to thank him when the smell of desire rushed into my nose. It wasn’t mine -- I knew my scent anywhere, and this was different. It had to be Etireh. My cock got harder, if that was even possible, and I leaned in closer to him. His eyes widened a little, and I heard the leaves around us rustling. I could have sworn I felt petals brushing over my bare skin in one of the most erotic caresses I’d ever experienced. I shivered as pleasure crawled up my spine, and Etireh made a tiny sound of want. No way was this really happening.

For a night that started out so spectacularly craptastic, this was unbelievable. I’d gone from nearly getting my head bashed in by a bunch of homophobes, to nearly getting eaten by said homophobes when they’d shifted into coyotes, to finding a simply gorgeous guy who was as interested in getting laid by another guy as I was. How awesome was that? At least I was pretty sure that I now knew what kind of Otherworldly creature Etireh was judging by the way the plants seemed to be moving around us.