Joel left his duffel bag next to the front door and took a few silent steps, stopping in the doorway. He shouldn’t have bothered being silent, as the man had earphones in and didn’t hear him coming. He had a knife in his hand and waved it in the air as he swayed to the song only he could hear. Soon, the song pulled him in and he abandoned the knife to throw his hands in the air. At the same time, he threw his head back, his long, blond hair touching the middle of his back.
It was a very nice back, adorned by two pairs of huge, translucent wings. As Joel watched, speechless, these wings started moving. It didn’t seem like they were a mechanical invention, too. They looked surprisingly real. And they were real, as proven by the man suddenly jumping up, doing a pirouette and staying suspended in the air for a long, long minute. When he finally landed in a kneeling position, facing Joel and with his arms spread wide, like an opera singer finishing his great aria, Joel could actually feel his jaw hanging slack. The blond man’s eyes were closed and he breathed heavily after finishing the song. Joel couldn’t help himself—he started clapping. The loud “clap, clap, clap” sound seemed deafening in the sudden silence. The man’s eyes shot open as he looked straight at Joel in alarm. The man’s face went suddenly blank as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Right back at ya, buddy! Joel was first to come out of his shock. Normally, behave normally!
“Hi, I’m Joel Simmonds, Dominic’s cousin. And who might you be?” he said, listening to his own advice, and stretched his hand out in greeting. The man shook off his shock and stood up, accepting the offered hand.
“Nice to meet you, Joel. I’m Timiny Jones, Dominic’s temporary flatmate.”
“Flatmate? Dominic didn’t mention anything about finding a flatmate.”
“Yeah...It’s a fairly recent development.” Timiny said, releasing Joel’s hand and wiping his own on his jeans nervously. “Um, would you like a cup of tea?” he offered.
“I think a cup of tea might be just what I need, especially if you add a few drops of that whiskey my cousin hides in the cupboard there.” He tipped his head pointing at the furniture in question.
“Yes, you might be right.” Tim agreed and went about preparing the drink while Joel tried to convince his legs to carry him to the table. His knees felt suspiciously weak, but he managed to take the few steps that separated the table from the doorway, where he stood. He sat down heavily, then accepted a cup of hot brew. Tim took a seat across from him, and they watched each other quietly while sipping their hot beverages. The silence stretched uncomfortably until Joel decided to break it.
“Soo…” he trailed off, puckering his lips and lengthening the sound this way. “Nice wings.”
“Thanks.” Yep, not the most talkative guy.
“Have you had them always, or is it a new addition?” Okay, so maybe that was a dumb question. Joel couldn’t imagine a person suddenly growing wings, but he was new at this, and that should give him some leeway, shouldn’t it? His interlocutor seemed to have a different opinion as he smirked into his coffee, before straightening his face and answering.
“Had them since the day I was born, or maybe even before that.” He went silent and watched Joel expectantly.
“You’re not going to make it easy on me, are you?”
“Nope.” The man grinned, his light blue eyes sparkling with mirth. Joel took a deep intake of breath before releasing it slowly.
“Okay, let’s do it this way, then,” he murmured to himself, then asked aloud, “What are you? ‘Cause it’s easy to say you’re not a normal human, or are you?” Joel thought it might be a case of genetic engineering or something. He did not expect the answer he got.
“I’m a pixie.”
“A what?” Joel had to have misheard him, right? The guy did not just claim to be a little flying fairy, did he?
“Okay, I can see where your thoughts are going, so stop it, already. I’m not some damned Tinkerbell, so don’t even think about calling me a fairy. I am a pixie, yes, but your folklore had it wrong when it came to our size, okay? Basically, I’m just a different kind of fey. ‘Fey’ is a proper, respectful name, not ‘fairy’ or anything like that,” Timiny finished and went back to his tea.
“Yes, right. So you’re fey, a pixie fey.” A million thoughts were rolling through Joel’s head.
“Yep, but it’s just ‘pixie.’ You don’t need to add ‘fey’ to it. Just pixie.”
“Okay, sure, so you’re Timiny the Pixie, and you’re my cousin’s flatmate.”
“Mhm.” Tim nodded in acknowledgement and let Joel mull it over.
“Did I get drugged?”
“Fair question.” It seemed like the man understood that the only logical explanation Joel could come up with was being under the influence of some hallucinogen. “But no, you’re not drugged. Still, you react much better to this whole thing than Dominic apparently did.”
“What?” Joel didn’t even know where to start with that statement.
“Okay.” The other man sighed deeply and looked up, as if gathering his thoughts. “Why don’t I start from the beginning, hmm?”
“That would be very decent of you, thank you.”
“Decent, huh? I’m many things, Joel Simmonds, but decent definitely isn’t one of them.”
Tim squirmed and moaned.
“Don’t play with me, Joel,” he forced past his obviously clenched throat. “Just fuck me already!” Joel laughed at the pixie’s impatient tone.
“Now don’t be hasty, Master Timiny. All in due time,” he joked, purposefully misquoting the famous book. Then he added more seriously, “I need to make sure you’re stretched properly. I can’t just take your word for it. For example”—he pushed his whole thumb past the ring of Tim’s guardian muscle—”are you stretched enough to take my thumb?” Tim moaned in answer, and Jo grinned, withdrawing his thumb, and pushing it back in again.
“I guess that’s a yes.” He chuckled. “But are you stretched enough to take…” He paused and pushed two of his fingers deep inside Timiny’s body, making the pixie gasp and groan loudly. “…Two fingers, and that’s a yes as well.” He slowly fucked the man with his two fingers, grinning as the fey tried to hold back his moans. Joel’s cock was throbbing with need, but he ignored it, as he slowly finger-fucked the man before him. He twisted his fingers, searching for something he had only ever heard about. He found it, the pixie’s prostate, and was rewarded with Tim pushing his ass against him, searching for that feeling.
Joel chuckled again and slapped the little fey. “Settle!” he said, and noticed with delight that the little slap made the man moan louder. “Well, that’s interesting,” he said, his earlier nervousness and shyness completely gone. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” He accented his question with another slap, and a hard thrust of his fingers.
“Joel, please?” the man begged, and Joel discovered that he liked it.
“What is it, little pixie? What do you want, hmmm?”
“Fuck me, please, fuck me now!”
“Like this?” He added another finger and thrust them hard, hitting Tim’s sweet spot, making the fey wail and push against his hand. “You want me to fuck you hard, like this? You want to feel my fingers stretching you wide?” he asked, leaning forward to whisper into the man’s ear. As he did so, he undid his button and lowered the zipper. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out and let it poke Tim’s ass-cheek.
“Fuck, what you do to me, little pixie. I have never been attracted to another man before, and look at me now, all stiff and leaking for you, wanting to fuck that tight little ass of yours so badly,” he said in a low voice into the man’s ear, and felt Tim’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’d like that? You like the thought of my big, fat dick fucking your hot, little hole, huh?”
He fucked the man hard with his three fingers, at the same time jacking his own dick within his fist. “Tell me!” he demanded. “Tell me you want my dick in your ass! Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this!” his voice broke, changing from self-assured to unsure all of a sudden. He kept fucking Tim with his fingers, as he whispered softly in the pixie’s ear, “Tell me it’s not wrong for me to want you. Shit, you’re so sexy, spread for me like this, with your wings twitching and sparkling, and your hole winking at me. Tell me it is okay for me to want to fuck you, to take you hard and fast! Tell me!” he said, spanking Tim’s ass once again. The man groaned and answered.
“God, yes, Joel. Fuck, I want you. I want you to fuck me hard, to thrust your dick so hard inside me that I’ll feel you there for months. Do it, fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Joel couldn’t wait any longer. He wasn’t going to think about it. His cock felt like it was about to split in half if he didn’t put it inside Tim, and now. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his dick, spreading the man’s natural lubricant, adding it to his pre-cum and slicking his dick with it. He felt this pressure deep inside him, this need to thrust, to possess the little pixie before him.
He lowered himself over the man, resting on one elbow. His hand guided his cock-head to Tim’s winking opening, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He felt the head of his dick kiss Tim’s glistening hole, and he managed to say. “I’m about to fuck you, Timmy. If you don’t want this, this is your cue to tell me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once I’m inside you.”
“Just fuck me, Joel! Quit stalling and fuck me now!” the small fey ordered and Joel chuckled. Soon the chuckle died, however, and he groaned, pushing in. The most exquisite feeling of tight, wet heat surrounded his dick, and Joel nearly came from just that. He froze, breathing through his teeth, trying to stall his orgasm. He wasn’t some adolescent without control. He wasn’t going to blow his load as soon as he entered Tim. No, he thought, as he felt his control come back, he was going to fuck the pixie nice and hard.
He started to move slowly, thrusting in long, slow movements. He groaned from the heavenly feeling, and felt Timiny squirm under him, moaning as the pixie’s wings tickled his nose. “Oh, god, that’s good. That’s very good,” Joel babbled as he sped his thrusts. “Do you like it, my little pixie? Tell me! Tell me you like it!”