Night Club Cat, part nine

[frogs_of_war]

I have another story ready to post, only one group of characters are self proclaimed 'uneducated hillmen' and I'm having trouble deciding how these men are going to talk. I want them to sound old fashion, but if you go too far back, English isn't English anymore. 

Night Club Cat, conclusion
words: 2.5k

“If what we had the first time was vanilla and I’m used to chocolate, what was this morning?” Key bounced his foot. Beck was on his way back from a study group. Sexy had suggested that they wait in Sexy’s dorm, but Key wanted to be closer. This park was across from Beck’s dorm. 

 

Sexy stretched out his legs. His long sexy legs. “Our first time was cheesecake. Much too rich to be vanilla.”

 

“French vanilla?”

 

After dinner, Sexy had taken him to a ice cream place that offered as many free samples as each customer would take. The basil ice cream had been surprisingly good.

 

“Maybe. This morning was cinnamon toast.”

 

Key laughed. “That’s not the way this works. If I asked for that in the evening, would it still be a breakfast food?”

 

“Cinnamon toast is a good snack no matter the time of day.”

 

Key leaned against Sexy and looked up through his eyelashes. “Was this morning a good snack?” He fluttered his eyes. “I thought it was a feast.” 

 

Slow sex turned out to be just as pleasurable as quick sex, just as achy, and just as addicting. And somehow more intense. 

 

Sexy bit is grinning lip. “It’s all in the hips.”

 

Key batted at him. “I think I’ll need it a couple more times before I decide. Cinnamon toast just sounds so undignified.”

 

“What flavor would sound more serious?”

 

Key ran his fingers through his hair. “What flavor would signify that you had me screaming? I’m surprised your neighbors didn’t complain.”

 

“Nothing they haven’t done themselves.”

 

Key stood up straight, put his hands on his hips, and pretended to be offended. “I assure you, I’ve never screamed for your neighbors.”

 

Sexy laughed, but then his eyes past Key. Key turned around. “Beck.”

 

Beck was muscle bound. He’d been headed that was even at twelve, but he must have had a gym in his past. His arms were frozen partly spread and his backpack hung from the crook of his arm. His eyes kept going to Sexy. He licked his frowning lips. Key stepped into the half hug. “Beck, I’ve missed you so.”

 

Beck sniffed. “Key.”

 

Sexy leaned over Key. “You got this.”

 

He did. He stepped back. “Your room?”

 

Beck gestured with his shoulder. “But where’s he going?”

 

“I have his number, don’t worry.”

 

Beck sucked in a breath. “I wasn’t worried.”

 

This wasn’t a conversation for an audience. “Your room?”

 

“This way.” Beck looked the way Sexy had gone, then started for the left hand building. “I’m on the second floor. Co-ed.”

 

Key nodded. Lots of people said hi to Beck, but he mostly only grunted. Just outside his door a guy patted his arm. “Call me, all right?”

 

Beck nodded and unlocked the door. Becks room was a double. His space was a bit messy, but his dorm mate’s was uncomfortable spotless.  Beck dropped his beg. “We get along. Mostly. Just don’t put anything on his side.”

 

Key carefully stepped into Beck’s section. Beck piled his dirty clothes up. “I didn’t know to expect you until after I’d left this morning.”

 

This was just as hard as he’d expected. “I didn’t come to critique your cleaning habits. I came to see you.”

 

Beck flung himself onto his bed. “You just had to wait until you already had a boyfriend, didn’t you?”

 

“Sexy’s the person who talked to Mom and Dad for me. He’s the reason I stopped being scared to come home at all.”

 

All the fire sank out of Beck. “Scared.” He covered his head with a pillow then peeked out. “Sure you want to be alone with me? Your boyfriend could hold your hand as you confront me.”

 

Key sat down beside him and tugged at the pillow. “I’m not scared of you.”

 

Beck tugged the pillow out of Key’s grip and put it under his head. “You sure of that?”

 

“I’ve had lots of time to think about it. I’m glad I left when I did.”

 

Beck grunted then pulled the pillow against his stomach and curled around it. Key ached for hurting him, but the puss had to come out before the wound could heal. “If it had been any later, the adoption would have gone through and I’d only ever be your brother.”

 

Beck wiped his face on his pillow. Key touched his leg. “Could you imagine us, growing up together, all the hormones of being a teenager, and unable to touch each other.”

 

Beck laid his hand over Key’s. “You wanted something more.”

 

Key lifted Beck’s hand. His fingers were thicker and not as long as Sexy’s, but with way more calluses. Calluses felt great if used correctly. “I still do.”

 

Beck sat up and yanked back his hand. “You have a boyfriend.” He sneered. “Or is he just a sex friend with a car?”

 

Key leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “I still do, but maybe you don’t. Sexy’s okay with it. We’ve only know each other a week. We’re not engaged or anything.”

 

“A week?”

 

“And he’s okay with… with us?”

 

“He’s got three fathers—”

 

Beck sat up. “I’ve got four. Five counting Dad, the only one not a piece of garbage.”

 

“Three fathers that live—and sleep—together. A dad, a pop, and a baba or something. I haven’t met them yet.”

 

“Weird.”

 

“They’ve been together for decades. I guess if it works for them, it might work for us. If you want there to be an us.”

 

Beck slumped. “So he’s okay with it as long as I’m okay with it. You’ll have sex with him too.”

 

“I’m okay with it as long as your okay with it. I have had completely consensual sex with more people than I can count.”

 

Beck’s eyebrows went together. “You’re only nineteen. Consensual, my foot.”

 

“As you might have guessed, I spent many years as a cat.” Such a weird thing to have to say. “Despite what Sexy calls me, I am quite grown up as a cat.”

 

“What does he call you?” 

 

What a silly thing to get hung up on in that truly fantastical paragraph. “Kitten.”

 

Beck surged to his feet. “How dare he!”

 

Key shrugged. “Everyone else calls me Kit. I don’t see much difference.”

 

“That arrogant—”

 

Key held up a hand. “You don’t even know him. Stop thinking about him. Just think about me. Would you like to kiss me?”

 

Beck froze. 

 

Key stepped up in front of him. “Would you?”

 

Beck took a deep breath. “If I kiss you, he’ll kiss you too.”

 

“I had sex with Sexy twice this morning, and will probably have another go tonight. Kiss me if you want to kiss me, but only think about me.”

 

Beck leaned down and kissed Key like it was his first kiss, all force and saliva and gasps. Key took over. He had much more practice. Beck’s mouth went slack. Oh. Beck had so many bad memories. Key gently pulled away. “I take it that you haven’t been practicing.”

 

Beck sank onto the bed and covered his face. “I…”

 

Key hugged him. “Give it time.”

 

“Shouldn’t a decade have been enough time.” Beck let out a sob.

 

Key petted his hair. “Your beautiful and I love you.”

 

“You can’t!”

 

“Just watch me.” He tilted Beck’s face up and gave him gentle kisses across his cheeks. When he got to Beck’s lips, Beck opened his moth, but Key didn’t give in to temptation. Beck mewed deep in his throat. Key let his tongue flick in before pulling away. “We’ve got our lives a head of us. What’s a month or a year until we get it right?”

 

“What if I can never get it right? What if I always think of them?”

 

“Then we’ll have to try something different. Ever been kissed by two guys at once?”

 

Beck leaned away. “Why do you call him Sexy?”

 

“Because he is and that’s what I called him before I found out his name.”

 

“What is his name?”

 

Key shrugged. “He said to call him Yasin because his people don’t share there true names or something. Anyway calling him Sexy embarrasses him, so it’s fun.”

 

Key pulled off his shirt then held out his hand. “Your phone.”

 

Beck stared at Key’s chest as he slowly pulled his phone from his pocket. Key sent a quick text to Sexy then called Mom and Dad. Mom answered. Key unlaced his shoes. “Hi, Mom. I’ve decided to spend the day with Beck. If that’s all right?”

 

“Kit dear, are you sure?”

 

“I’m a lot different than Beck imagined. I want to let him get to know the real me.”

 

“Probably a good idea. But…”

 

“Would you like to speak to him?” Key handed over the phone before she could reply. Beck took forever getting it to his ear. “Hi, Mom.”

 

Key pulled off his shoes and sock, then his pants. Since he went commando, that was it. He pushed down Beck’s covers and sat in the middle of his bed. Then stretched. Beck gapped at him.

 

Sexy sauntered in and relocked the door behind him. He too pulled off his clothes. They looked at each other, then at Beck and promptly turned into cats.

 

Beck dropped the phone. Mom squawked something from the other end. Beck picked up the phone without taking his eyes off them. “Sorry, Mom. Key and his friend just turned into cats. Yeah. Right in front of me. Ok. Yeah. Ok. Uh huh. I know. Yeah, sure I know. Ok. Yeah. Goodbye.”

 

Beck dropped his phone into his dirty laundry and buried it. “She wants me to remember that you’re taken and I should just be happy that you’ll always be my brother.”

 

He grabbed a tissue and turned away,

 

Key and Sexy shared a glance. Key sighed. “Maybe you should.”

 

Sexy turned back into a human. “Dear sweet Beck. Isn’t it wonderful that I asked him to explore polygamy with me.”

 

Beck turned toward the bed. “What?”

 

Key turned human. “You being with us is Sexy’s idea. He couldn’t bare the thought that I’d leave him for you.” Key gave Sexy a slow blink that brought his grin back. “This was the compromise.”

 

Beck allowed himself to be led to the bed, but he balked at laying down until Key and Sexy were cats again. They crawled over him and purred. Beck petting both of them. “I think this might be enough for me. We don’t even have to kiss if you don’t—”

 

Key turned human and from his superior position bent down for a kiss. He gestured for Sexy to join in and did their best to make Beck forget his past. He was a pretty good kisser when thoroughly distracted. They also had pretty good sex without Beck having to take off any of his clothes. He laid between them and sighed. “You make it all so easy.”

 

Sexy purred while in human form. Key was going to have to learn to do that. Key kissed Beck’s neck. “You make it so easy. Sexy dear, you’re going to have to find him a job after he graduates.”

 

“I will do my best, Kitten.”

 

“Hey,” said Beck. “Why don’t you call me by a nickname?”

 

Sexy laughed. “Best keep with Beck. Or he’ll shout ‘Hotty’ or ‘Hunk’ across a pizzaria crowded with all of your friends and some of your family, and you’ll be forced to respond. I don’t expect to ever live it down.”

 

Key buffed his fingernails on the Beck’s shirt. “You called me Kitten first.”

 

Beck sighed. “I don’t think I’d mind. In front of my friends anyway. The only family I have are Mom and Dad. They’d freak.”

 

“They will freak when they find out I love you.” Key ran his hand down Beck’s chest. “I’m going to tell them.”

 

Beck grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Not right away, please. They’re paying my tuition.”

 

“Okay, my pet.” Key kissed his hand. “I’ll think of some other way to not complete the adoption.”

 

Beck sat up. “What am I going to tell my therapist?”

 

Sexy propped up on his elbow. “Does yours know about the Wizarding World, familiars and all that?”

 

“People who turn into cats? She thinks it signifies broken trust or something. I know what I saw.”

 

Key pulled Beck back down into the bed. “You do, you did. I love you.”

 

Beck finally relaxed. Key nuzzled his neck. Beck wasn’t in the right mood for kisses.

 

“We have familiar therapists too. Or at least people familiar with familiars. My fathers sent my litter mates to a demon therapist.”

 

“Demon!” Beck tried to sit up, but Key was too comfortable to let him move.  

 

“He’s really nice. Always had candy on his desk. I saw him a few times myself, just for long enough to assure my parents that my brothers closeness was not affecting me too badly. I was the odd one out, but with all my siblings and cousins, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews… I was never lonely.”

 

Key cocked and eyebrow. “Closeness?”

 

Sexy nodded. “My parents kept them apart until they were old enough, according to their therapist, to decide for themselves. They lasted six months together, broke up for two years, and are back together with a third guy who my parents really like. So even if the adoption does go through, no one is going to shame you for it.”

 

“That’s weird.”

 

Key teased Beck’s hair. “Any weirder than us?”

 

He dropped a kiss on Beck’s forehead. Beck shrugged. “But when you tell Mom and Dad you’re dating two men, can you call us Sexy and Hunk or something. Come out without outing me?”

 

Key scooted down to rest his head on Beck’s shoulder. “As long as they don’t see us together. I don’t think we’d be able to hide our feelings.”

 

“Being out to one side of the family is better than none.” Sexy kissed his shoulder. “On that thought, should we go back to the pizzeria so you can embarrass me some more?”

 

Beck stiffened under Key, so Key sat up and displayed himself in a stretch. “But Beck will have to change his clothes first. Flaunting our lover is one thing, having him wear his spunked-on clothes is quite another.”

 

Beck bit his lip. “I’m going too?”

 

“Of course you’re going.” Key pulled Beck to his feet. “We need to get you an appointment with a therapist who believes you, and look for a place to live once you graduate.”

 

Sexy rolled out of bed. “Until then Hunk here,” he stopped to admired Beck’s body as he changed his clothes, “can stay with me weekends.”

 

Beck stopped. “What about Key?”

 

“Kitten is a cat. He comes and goes as he pleases.” Sexy smiled at Key. “But I hope my bed beats Mrs. N’s garage loft.”

 

Key sauntered up to Sexy and kissed him. “Hotty, we mustn’t forget the most important reason to eat with Sexy.”

 

Beck covered the last of his handsome skin. “And what would that be?”

 

“Embarrassing Sexy in front of his friends.”

 

Sexy blushed and laughed.

 

Beck sat on his bed and put on his shoes. “Key, you aren’t at all how I remember you.”

 

Sexy sat beside him, ready to go. “He’s better, right?”

 

Beck nodded slowly. The two shared a smile then turned to watch Key take his time getting dressed.

 

Comments

[charisstoma]

You answered over at LJ where I can't get to right now:
I've been plotting it out (actually writing stuff down) and I think it will be a Love Diamond. Now I just need a day off to read through your demon stories. Among other things, I can't remember what demons call their one-true-love/mate/other-half/partner/th e-one/whatever. Or even if they all call it the same thing...

The longer I think about it, the longer it gets (story-time wise anyway). I'll need to go to bed and think some more.

I would think that if it's in a different region in the Demon 'Verse/family/community that you can call the demon's ex-lover an appropriate label of your choice.