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Sharing the Past Ch. 01

By: ingarlm



This story contains both m/m and m/f relationships and sex scenes -- more m/m, particularly at the start.

This is one of three shorter and inter-related stories I'm writing following up different characters from Friends and Foes, but if you haven't read that story I hope I have written it so you can still get into this one. 

If you are familiar with my other nonhuman stories, this one involves Tilly, Dill, Sam and Tom, and starts with the other side of a scene at the beginning of Chapter 9 where the Were commando unit stops a truck carrying some unconscious Weres, and threatens the unsuspecting driver...

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Jon sat very quietly in the car, trying to make some sense of what had just happened, but it didn't. He pinched himself hard, but all that caused was pain and he had to accept that he was not dreaming, glancing across at the man driving him and wondering what on earth he was going to do now. 

The day had started out odd, come to think of it. He drove for a living when not at university, earning good money easily and without any great hassle. In fact a couple of years of driving had allowed him to afford going to study in the first place. It was enjoyable work and didn't tax his brain, perfect for getting a break from studying, and he was on the books of a couple of agencies that would find him work when he was able to do it. An early morning call saying they had received an urgent job was not unusual, but it had gone downhill from there...

"What do you mean there's no delivery address?" he asked the man in the office.

"You'll get a call to tell you where to do the drop off when you're on your way. Don't ask me, I know it's unusual, but they are paying a lot of money for this secrecy."

"What's in the truck?" Jon asked, not liking the sound of this already.

"Dunno. It's sealed. Nothing valuable or dangerous I was told."

"How about illegal?"

He got a sharp look then, and really didn't like the way this was going.

"You're getting paid extra not to ask. They said it isn't anything that will get you into trouble."

"That sounds like famous last words. Where am I heading then, if I don't have an address?"

Okay, so it might not have been the brightest idea to agree to it, with hindsight, but then he couldn't possibly have expected anything much to happen. Besides which, the extra money was a serious draw, and he couldn't really afford to turn it down. So he took the vague instructions, got in the truck, and drove.

Three hours later, still driving, and still no phone call, he had started to get bored waiting, and was getting more and more concerned about what he was doing. What if there was no call? How would he explain not knowing what he was carrying or where he was going if anyone official asked? 

He'd decided to pull over and put a call into the office to check up, and was looking out for the next lay-by. There hadn't been much other traffic around for a while, so he noticed the black 4x4 heading in the other direction, and maybe he'd spotted the similar vehicle behind him, but everything else had happened so fast he couldn't now be sure.

The car slewed across the road right in front of him and he slammed on the brakes, turning the steering wheel to avoid a collision, and screeching to a halt not far from the vehicle, wondering what the hell the other driver was thinking. As a group of burly men spilled out of the car he decided he didn't care and went to reverse, only then noticing the same thing was happening behind him. 

He was panicking now, as a lot of hefty and angry looking men came towards him. A moment too late he had the thought to lock the door, but before he could do it he had been pulled out of the cab and was pinned to the side of the truck. Jon was pretty sure he'd never been more scared, because even if he could get away from this guy there were more than half a dozen other guys looking just as menacing behind him. The question, one that Jon didn't understand, was growled at him, low and threatening.

"Where are they?"

"I don't know what you mean," he stammered out in reply.

Some of the men moved then, and he knew from the sounds he could hear that they were breaking open the back of the truck. He could only pray that whatever was in there really wouldn't get him into trouble. Or perhaps he should just be hoping it wasn't any more trouble than he was apparently already in. When the guys around him started to look even more pissed off he didn't think there was much hope, and when he was pinned even harder to the van and threatened he wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this.

He'd found an unusual saviour in the woman, who he hadn't even noticed up until that point, but then she was a hell of a lot less scary than any of the guys that had been taking his attention. She even got the man off him, and her soft voice was a relief, not that he could let his guard down too much. Her questions were less demanding, and he did his best to answer, trying to calm himself as she seemed his only hope of getting out of this without being beaten up.

It went very quiet after he told her his concerns about what was in the van. Even though she had turned her back to him he didn't dare move, sure any movement would draw the attention back to him. When they started to leave he let out the breath he had been holding, but the woman stayed with two young men who he was pretty sure could beat him to a pulp if they wanted to. She looked back to him and he wondered what was going to happen now.

"Is there someone you can call to come get you? We'll be keeping the van."

"You can't. It's not mine."

When she reached out to grab his arm he tried to pull away, but her grip was firm. At least it wasn't painful like the one around his throat had been. He didn't really want to look in the back, but she took him there anyway, and when he saw what was in there he was shocked. Of all the things he had considered, people were not on his list. Especially not unconscious ones strapped down to trolleys. They should be in an ambulance, not the back of a truck.

He didn't argue when she told him again she would be keeping the truck, and since it came accompanied by a veiled threat to call the police it was much easier to go along with what she was telling him to do. Call someone to get him, save him from his point of view, and only one person sprang to mind. He just hoped he would be there.

"Ross, thank god. Please can you come pick me up. Now."

"Are you okay? You sound weird," Ross replied.

"I'm fine, honestly, but I need a lift like right now. Please."

"Okay, where are you?"

He reeled off some directions, trying not to say anything about what was going on but hoping his tone would convince Ross of the urgency of his request. He knew he could rely on him for help, he just kept wishing he could ask him for a lot more. He'd happily offer Ross anything, but he was sure he wouldn't be interested. He was just glad he had him as a friend, and he tried not to let his other feelings about the gorgeous man show when they were together. 

Turning back to the truck he saw that the two remaining men were carrying the unconscious ones away, and he was being left with just the woman after being allowed to call for help. He relaxed then, sure that no matter how bizarre this had been, he was going to come out of it safe. He even managed to tease her a little as they chatted, but he was still desperate for Ross to get there and for him to be out of this situation entirely.

It seemed surprisingly normal to be chatting about the course he was doing at university with a complete stranger, probably only because up until that moment it had all been strange and scary. Still, when he saw Ross's car heading towards them and pulling up sharp behind his truck he was even more glad. 

He tried not to look too hard, but Ross looked worried, his features strained, but still so beautiful with his blond hair shining in the sunlight that Jon had the familiar pull in his stomach and desire to kiss him. As usual he fought the feelings back and greeted Ross with a friendly smile. He even managed not to respond to the touch of Ross's hand on him, even though it sent electricity through his body.

"What the hell happened Jon? You sounded freaked on the phone. Have you been robbed?" Ross asked, looking at the busted doors on the van.

"I'm fine Ross, and no, I wasn't robbed. I just need a lift home. Can I go?" he asked, turning to the woman.

She nodded. "Two things first though," she said, digging in her pocket and finding a pen and paper. "This is the number for a man called Matt at Arcan Construction. You've heard of them?" He nodded this time, clearly unsure what she was doing. "Call him tomorrow. You must have about six weeks of the holiday left, and he'll give you a job for the rest of it if you want."

He looked at her, slightly suspicious, but a lot less than his friend clearly was judging by his face.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"I'll tell him to. Say you were out driving the other day and you were given his number."

"It's really that simple? Forgive me being a little wary, but since when do huge companies like that hire some random person from the side of the road. If you're serious that would be a great opportunity, but how do I know you're not a nut?"

She smiled at him. "You don't, right now, but if you call him you'll find out. It'll be a lot better and much more useful than driving a van randomly round an area."

"Okay. And the second thing?"

She looked between him and Ross, looking uncertain for a moment, before she spoke.

"The second thing... Sometimes people just need a little push to realise what is right in front of them. All those glances; those innocent little touches that send tingles through your body; when you get a moment to drink in the sight of the one you desire; all the times you want to say something and decide it isn't the right time, or you'll be laughed at and lose a friend; all the times you go to bed alone and dream of a warm body next to yours -- all of that is happening to him too."

Jon hadn't been too aware that Ross was still touching him, but at the woman's words Ross drew his hand away sharply, immediately making Jon doubt what she was saying even more than he already was. There was no way that Ross returned any of his feelings. 

"There's no reason to be scared any more," she continued. "you can have what you want, you just need to start talking and take it from there."

Jon gave a quick sidelong glance at the other man, but Ross was still focussed on the woman, probably trying to digest what she was saying. He managed to stammer out a question.

"What are you on about? Who?"

Jon saw her roll her eyes as though she thought his question was incredibly stupid. However, from his point of view he knew well what she was on about, he was just terrified that Ross might find out what he felt and things would never be the same between them. He couldn't lose his friend even if that was all they would ever be.

"I'm talking to you about him, and him about you. Forget all this unrequited shit, it's not worth it, trust me. Requited is much more fun!"

For the first time, Ross spoke to her directly. 

"How? What made you say that stuff?"

She shrugged again. "I'm psychic. Like I said, sometimes people need a little push to see what's in front of them. You two are perfect for each other, trust me."

Jon and Ross exchanged nervous and clearly embarrassed glances, a very brief eye contact that just made Jon convinced he should challenge her further.

"You're not psychic. How do you know anything about us?"

She grinned. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you!"

* * * * * *

Jon glanced nervously at Ross as he drove the car away from the scene of probably the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. He tried to process what had gone on and how a day out driving had turned into him being forcibly stopped, threatened by a group of muscular men, discovering he was transporting a couple of unconscious guys, and the strange woman they had left him with offering him a job, but all he could really focus on was the last few words the woman had spoken to them.

He looked across at Ross again, watching as the sunlight shone through his beautiful blond hair, and wondered if any of what she said could be true. Was he sitting there, trying to concentrate on driving, but thinking about Jon and if they should really give this a try. It seemed unreal, but she had seemed so sure after only meeting them for a few moments. 

He'd known Ross for nearly two years. Nearly two years of want and lust, and for most of that time Ross had been dating a woman. Maybe she had been able to pick up on how he felt about Ross, but he still doubted very much that any of those feelings would be reciprocated. He let out a sigh, as quietly as he could, and tried not to go back over what she had said, failing straight away.

What she said, every part of it had made sense to Jon. Somehow she knew what he felt about the man by his side and what he had been trying to hide every time they were together, sneaking glances to use in his fantasies at night, even though it only made him feel worse that he could never have the reality. 

Jon had felt his heart leap at her words, she was saying that he could have what he had wanted for so long. Ross hadn't denied it, but he seemed more cautious about what she was saying. Perhaps she was wrong, it was only him that wanted this. After all, Ross was straight, he reminded himself. They had shared a glance then, but he had looked away, embarrassed that the other man was finding out what he felt like this. 

Perhaps it wouldn't be ruined, and Ross wouldn't believe her at all. That had to be better than him losing a friend because he was lusting after him. He had challenged her, in the hope that Ross would think he was also unaware of the truth of what she said. Even if he could never have a relationship, he couldn't be without Ross in his life.

Back into the moment, he kept looking across at the blond man, checking if he looked upset, but mostly checking him out. Maybe there had been some truth in all that had been said, maybe Ross did want him too. Or maybe he was just letting his imagination run away with him based on the ramblings of some strange woman.

Ross pulled to a stop at some red lights and looked across at him, making him blush slightly as their eyes met. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"What are you thinking?"

Jon had a moment of panic. He'd been thinking about lingering drugging kisses and naked bodies intertwined, unable to stop his mind running off with the idea that Ross might want him. He swallowed hard and said the first appropriate thing he could think of.

"I need a drink."

It went quiet again, and he thought that the look he got from Ross was one of disbelief, but he drove them to pub in the neighbourhood they both lived and a short while later they were sat with pints in front of them, trying to relax despite the fact there was clearly tension between them. Normally they would have been laughing and joking, today they were both silent as they drank. Ross again broke the silence.

"So, are we going to talk about what she said?" 

Panic rose again but Jon tried to control it. He didn't want to hear this, it was bound to be bad. He tried to change the subject and hoped that Ross would leave it alone.

"Do you think I should find out about that job?"

"Yes I do. But you know that's not what I meant."

He knew, he was just too afraid of what was going to be said.

"I know, it's just...."

"Scary?"

As good a word as any, Jon supposed, but terrifying was more accurate right then. He just agreed, not wanting to be drawn too far.

"Yes."

"I know the feeling. But I also think we need to do it."

Shit. Moment of truth then. Either that woman was crazy or there was some hope. He tried to think of what he wanted to say but his mouth went dry at the thought of making any admission of what he felt. He could lose so much, despite what she had said. 

"I don't know where to start."

"Then I will. How about I start with something you must have wondered about. I'm bisexual. I've been in relationships with women and men. In fact, my longest relationship was with a man. We were together for nearly two years."

That had been on Jon's mind, but the girlfriend had kind of persuaded him Ross was straight. That blew that assumption apart, but a bi man, he wasn't sure about whether that was good or bad. Sure, he would be up for sex, but could it ever be anything more than that. On the other hand, if he thought about it from his own point of view, could he do just sex? Would he take whatever he could get to be close to the man he wanted or should he just push him away now and save himself from the hurt?

"You're not picky."

Ross felt sad at the implication of that comment. It made it sound as though he couldn't be serious, and yet he knew what he felt for Jon. It was the fact that he was bi that was making him think he couldn't be faithful or want more than a night, and he needed to make it clear that was not the case.

"No, I'm very picky. It takes a very special person to interest me, but when I do find someone that special it doesn't matter to me whether they have breasts and a pussy or an ass and a cock. It's them, how cute they are, how sexy, how much I want to spend time with them, whether it's just chatting over a pint or making love with them."

He saw Jon's eyes widen at the pint comment and then even further when he said making love. He knew he needed to take this softly and persuade him that he wanted a lot, not just a quick fuck. He couldn't imagine that if he got one night it would be anything like enough.

"What happened with your girlfriend?"

Definitely going to be the sticking point, Ross thought to himself. If it had been a man that he was involved with he wouldn't be having to explain himself.

"I liked someone else. Too much, and I knew it, but I tried to carry on with her because I thought the other person wasn't going to be interested. Then one night I was in bed with her and I couldn't focus. I knew she wasn't what I wanted. Well, who I wanted. I couldn't even keep hard while I was supposed to be fucking her, but then I started to imagine that instead of being in her pussy I was in his ass, and I came harder than I had for months. I felt so guilty about it though, so after we'd calmed down I told her what had happened and that I couldn't do this any more."

"That must have been an awkward conversation."

"I thought it would be, but it turned out she'd been doing pretty much the same. There was a guy that she really liked and she was imagining I was him. Not good for the ego, but I could hardly complain about it since I'd just admitted doing the same. We agreed to call it a day and she went off and is very happy with that man. I decided I'd have to be single if I couldn't have who I wanted."

Jon seemed to be thinking hard about what he had said, which Ross hoped was a good thing. He hadn't explicitly said that it was Jon he had wanted, but he figured that was fairly clear by now. He just didn't want to push it that far just yet.

"Why did you think you couldn't have...him?"

Ross heard the slight pause and it almost made him grin. Jon knew, but he was still being cautious. He looked him in the eyes as he replied, trying to see the reaction.

"When you spend time with someone, you get to know them. When you want them, you look for all the signs that they might like you too. All those things that woman said, the glances and reacting to touches, I looked for all of that, but I never saw it."

"Me neither," Jon muttered. "But maybe I wasn't really looking."

"You don't get the bisexual thing, do you? You need to understand it doesn't really make a difference. Just because my last relationship was with a woman does not mean I can't or won't commit to one with a man."


Sharing the Past Ch. 01



"Doesn't quite make sense to me. I'm gay. Women just don't do it for me. Well, my first attempt at a relationship, when I was eighteen, was with a girl, but we didn't last long."

"You weren't sure you were gay?"

"Pretty sure. But she was a good friend and I thought it might work since I was a perpetually horny teen, and she did look kind of boyish. I enjoyed kissing her although it never got me hard. I liked her tits and her ass too. It was only when we got to the stage of getting in each others' underwear I knew it wasn't going to work. The first time I ran my hand down there I realised she was missing what I really wanted to be playing with. I managed to get her off, but my heart wasn't in it. It was one night of mutual masturbation and that was the end of things."

Ross smiled, glad that Jon was opening up a little.

"After that you knew for certain."

"Yes, I guess so. But the first time I kissed a man, well that really made me realise. I was hard instantly, and when I could tell he was too, and how excited that got me, I had my confirmation."

Ross tried not to let his mind wander, but the idea of his hard cock pressing against Jon's was not helping him concentrate on reassuring him of his intentions. He needed Jon to know he could do monogamy and that he really wanted this.

"It took me a lot longer than that to be sure and accept myself. If I'd only ever wanted men I think that would have been easier, but I kind of swung back and forth. I didn't even know what bi was and I think I kissed the first person who explained it properly, because it suddenly all made sense. She was bi as well, we even tried to work a relationship, but I couldn't deal with the fact that her take on it was that if she slept with women on the side it wasn't cheating on me. I'd have felt I was cheating if I went with a guy, but she said she wouldn't have minded that. I'm not one for doing that. If I'm with someone I'm only with them, and I expect the same from their side."

"If it makes you feel any better, that idea isn't exclusive to her. I had a boyfriend very briefly who figured if he only topped me it wasn't cheating if he went off and got fucked by someone else. That didn't last either."

Ross grinned, amused by the story and that Jon was telling him so much.

"Does this prove we are both crap at picking them?!"

"Maybe it proves we haven't found someone with the same perspective on things so far."

"And perhaps now we have?" Ross asked, hopefully. 

Jon felt his heart swell, but they were still talking abstract and he wasn't convinced that this wasn't all going to end badly. The way Ross looked at him now though, he wasn't hiding his heated glances, and they were going right through him. Still, he was afraid that it would all end badly.

"I don't know. Can these things really work?"

"What things?"

"People going from friends to lovers. You could lose a good friendship."

"Yes, you could. But you could gain a lover who is also your best friend. That's got to be a good thing. Maybe it doesn't always work, but I think this can."

The hope was shining in Ross's face and Jon tried not to let it get to him. He didn't understand why he was fighting this, but there was some part of him that still couldn't believe it was true. Why was he fighting against the thing, the man, that he wanted so badly?

"Why? You meet a 'psychic' and you think it will all be fine."

"I don't think she was psychic. But I do believe what she said."

"She didn't know us."

"No, she didn't. But those things she said, about the longing glances and the touches, it made sense to me because that is exactly what's been happening to me. Are you saying you haven't been feeling that too?"

Jon gave a small smile. He needed to know that, he needed all the admissions so he could take the next step, although he didn't know what that would be.

"No, I'm not saying that. It's just weird having this conversation, these thoughts, and I don't know where we go from here."

"Well, I suggest we treat this as our first date, and we go from there."

The word date made Jon swallow hard. He hadn't done dating for a long time, and he wasn't sure what that meant to Ross. It sounded good, but still a little scary.

"Date? What does that mean?"

"Well, a meal and a few drinks, a good time, and ending with a kiss."

"Just a kiss?"

"Well, yes. It's our first date, you don't want me thinking you're easy!"

That finally had Jon relaxed enough to laugh and start to tease back.

"And how do I know you aren't easy?!"

"I guess I can only prove that if I manage to keep my hands to myself at the end of the night. I should tell you now though, I'm not promising I can. I've been crazy about you for a long time."

"How long?" Jon asked, keen to know more about what had been going on between them.

"I guess I liked you and thought you were cute when we first met. But the rest of it, about a year. Do you remember that day I came to pick you up and you were running late? When you opened the door dressed just in a towel, wet from the shower, the sight had me forgetting about my girlfriend and desperate for a taste of you. From then on I realised I couldn't think of you as just a friend any more."

Ross saw the look on Jon's face and realised he hadn't explained that well enough. Jon thought this was just about lust, and telling him it was the sight of him half naked that had changed things reinforced that idea. He had to reassure him.

"It's not like that. Yes, I admit that was the first time I thought about you sexually, and that's pretty much all it was at that moment. A hot guy wearing next to nothing, I wasn't complaining. But it was what changed my thinking about you. I knew we got on well and I really enjoyed the time we spent together, I just didn't put two and two together about my feelings for you until after I realised I wanted you that way as well. I don't want you just for sex Jon, I want you for everything, because I love being with you and since that day it has never been enough."

He sat in silence for a moment, trying to work out what to say next, because he still wasn't getting this across the way he wanted, as Jon's slightly guarded expression showed. He looked into the beautiful dark eyes he wanted to see darken with lust and desire, and tried to let Jon see what he meant in his own eyes.

"Crap. I'm not saying this right. I want you, in every way. I want us to come down the pub for a pint and a laugh, do all the stuff we always have done, but as well as that I want to curl up with you on the sofa at the end of a long day. I want us to cook and clean together. I want us to fall asleep and wake up in each others arms. I want to take you home to meet my mother, and let her know what a wonderful man I'm in love with. I want..."

"Stop. What?!"

Ross had seen his words starting to have an effect, but Jon's eyes went wide when he kept babbling about what he wanted. He ran back over what he'd just said, and blushed when he realised what had caused the response.

"I didn't mean to tell you like that. I don't want to scare you off before we've even had one date, but I do love you."

The beaming smile he got was well worth the inadvertent admission, and didn't seem to be scaring Jon at all. If anything, it was working better than all the talking he had been doing up until now.

"I'm not scared. I was worried that you weren't serious about me, that you just wanted a fuckbuddy, and I couldn't do that with you because I care too much. I've wanted you since we first met, and I never made a separation between friendship, lust and love, it's always been all three. I just never believed you would want a man, let alone me."

"I understand that you thought I was straight, but you are gorgeous, kind, funny, pretty much perfect. Why wouldn't I want you?"

"I told you, I never saw a sign. Perhaps if you'd told me you were bi before now it might have helped."

"Sorry. But until I had the guts to end it with Sarah, I didn't think I could."

"And since then?"

Ross went a little red with shame and looked down at the table rather than Jon's expressive eyes, even though this line of questioning didn't seem to be accusatory, just curiosity.

"Like I told you, I didn't think you were interested in me, and I figured it would be easier for me not to tell you so I didn't have to explain why I hadn't mentioned it before. Sorry."

"It's okay, I don't mind. It's not like I haven't desperately tried to hide the fact I was attracted to you for the last two years. One question though."

"Yes?"

"Is this really your idea of a date? Because if so, this is most definitely not our first date."

Jon said it firmly and sounded serious, but the grin on his face showed something else completely, a cheeky and sexy smile that made Ross want to take him to bed right then, making the comment seem far more like an offer than anything else. Ross smiled back, and decided to play along.

"I agree. Must be our hundredth date, at least. What does that mean?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye that showed he had no objections to any ideas Jon came up with.

"It means neither of us is easy."

"Is that all?" Ross asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

"I guess it also means we don't have to be too strict with ourselves later. You were the one worried about what I might think of you if anything happened."

"I was joking, I wouldn't think badly of you, or me, whatever happens."

Jon smiled again, but as much as he was pleased with the idea that they might end up getting physical that evening, he was also nervous about it. His stomach clenched even as his dick twitched. He decided that as much as he wanted Ross, he was going to take at least a little time to get used to the idea before he had the reality.

"Can we go eat? I probably shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach, but it's been a weird day."

"Weird good, I hope?"

Jon smiled. "This is weird good. But before you turned up, I'm really not so sure."

* * * * * * 

It was a slightly awkward dinner the two men ate, both heated and nervous glances were exchanged at points throughout the meal, neither quite sure how this was going to play out or when, and finally able to show their feelings they were still cautious of being the first to make a move.

By the time they finished it was dark outside. Both had drunk too much to drive so they left the car at the pub and decided to walk the few minutes to Jon's house. He felt both nerves and anticipation building, scared that something would happen and equally scared that it might not. Ross took his hand as the two of them walked, and somehow that contact did calm him a little.

It also meant he was totally unprepared when they reached the end of a dark and quiet alley and Ross pushed him into the shadows and backed him into a wall. With the wall behind him, and Ross's hard and warm body in front, Jon panicked for a moment, even though he trusted Ross. He could somehow see a predatory gleam in the other man's eyes, and he swallowed hard. Ross just moved closer, his face at the side of Jon's, and the feel of his breath on his cheek sending delightful shivers through Jon despite his nerves.

"You need to stop worrying sweetheart," Ross whispered into his ear. "Whatever we do is only what we both want, and I know you want me just as much as I want you. Right now though, we need to break the stalemate."

With that he moved again, his lips trailing soft kisses along Jon's jawline before finally pressing, soft yet demanding, on his lips. Jon heard himself let out a moan at the pleasure of feeling the contact and what it did to him, and he grabbed hold of Ross to bring him closer and deepen their first kiss. The final nerves he had been feeling melted away into burning desire, stoked by each movement of lips and tongues playing together and making him ache for more contact.

Jon let his hands wander up and down Ross, his back and sides and cupping his ass through his jeans, both feeling and hearing a rumble of pleasure from Ross. He didn't want to stop, but he was almost entirely hard and could feel Ross was in the same state, and unless they stopped he would end up having his first sex in over two years in an alley. He wanted this to be special, it had to be because it was Ross who he had wanted for so long, and he needed a bed for that, or at least that they make it to his sofa.

He pushed Ross away a little, feeling the movement being resisted and glad that Ross didn't want their kiss to end either. Things could only get better from here on if they could just move, and he slid to one side to get away, hearing a sound of complaint.

"I know, but we need to get back to mine. Our first time together is not going to be in an alley. Let's go home and strip each other naked."

"Sounds great. Not so sure I can walk right now though, these jeans have become rather tight!"

Jon laughed at that. "Mine too. We'd better go get out of them."

"Aren't you worried that I'll think you're easy," Ross teased.

"Not so long as you realise this is only because it's you. I've been waiting two years for this, I'm only worried now that I might disappoint you."

"You cannot possibly disappoint me, especially not if that kiss is anything to go by. I have wanted you for a long time too, and this is going to be better than either of us have ever imagined."

"I might not survive that!"

"I'll give you the kiss of life if you need it baby! Let's go."

Jon fumbled his keys when he got to his flat, but it was more anticipation than nerves, and having Ross pressed against him, behind him this time and with arms wrapped around his body, only helped build that further. It was difficult not to just turn and demand another amazing kiss with his love so close, but he knew it could be even more than that when they got inside, and as much as they were joking about being easy, he was fairly sure they would do all they could tonight.

Ross practically pushed him through the door when he finally opened it, and although Jon didn't have any desire to resist, he also didn't want Ross to have this all his own way. He was far too eager to touch and taste his new lover and he span around to take the upper hand, pressing Ross back into a wall and demanding the kiss he wanted.

Their kisses were full of desire and promise, and the culmination of far too much waiting for both of them, so that before too many moments hands were working at buttons and zips and clothing started to fall to the floor, thrown aside with no care for where it landed.

Jon got Ross down to his underwear first, admiring the body he had wanted to see for so long and impressed that he looked even better than he had ever thought. He struggled to get out of his own jeans, the tightness from earlier nothing on now, both men fully erect and starting to ache with need for one another. Jon pulled Ross to him, trying to manoeuvre the pair of them to his bedroom, but both moaning when the evidence of their mutual arousal met, hardness against hardness.

"That feels so good," Ross groaned. "We need to get into bed soon or I might explode just from this."

"I know what you mean. We need to take the edge off."

Jon moved his hands, intending to remove Ross's underwear and reveal the only part of his lover he had yet to see, but he found his wrists caught in his grasp instead.

"Oh no you don't. You've been waiting for this far longer than I have, it's your turn first," Ross told him, before relaxing his hands.

Jon relaxed for an instant, but tensed when he felt he was being slowly stripped and Ross fell to his knees in front of him. The sofa was not far behind him and he took a step back so he could lean on it for support, not a moment too soon as Ross flicked his tongue out and grazed the tip of his hard cock, making his knees buckle.

For the first few moments Jon relished the feeling of his cock being sucked for the first time in longer than he wanted to remember, and he found himself impressed with Ross's technique and the fact he was clearly loving this. Bright blue eyes looked up at him and locked with his dark ones as Ross worked his lips and tongue over his shaft, sending waves of pleasure through him.

After those few moments of revelation, he became lost, rational thought departing. It was warmth and softness touching and pleasuring him as Ross made love to his dick and he had to close his eyes, focussing only on how good this felt. He wanted it to last, but he felt the tension building and he couldn't distract himself for long, crying out as he came hard, grabbing hold of Ross to stop himself from falling as his entire body shook.

"Mmm," Ross murmured. "You taste good."

Jon tried to form some words to respond, but his brain was still clouded from his high, and actions seemed just as good. He pulled Ross up to his feet and into another kiss, trying to thank him with it as he tasted his own seed. Even though that had been amazing, and he knew from the hard cock still pressing into him that his next move was to do the same for Ross, he went back to his original plan of making it to the bedroom.

A combination of pushing and turning, never letting their lips part for more than a few seconds, had a mostly naked Ross stood at the side of Jon's bed where he had wanted to have him so many times. A quick push backwards and removal of the last clothing that was in his way, and he had an obviously aroused and desperate Ross lying back against his sheets. Jon let out a moan at the sight of all that toned flesh, making a mental note that he would worship it properly later.

The focus of his attention right then was hard and leaking, colour darkening with Ross's need for release. Jon thought it was perfect too, not too long or thick that it would hurt him but big enough that it would feel perfect inside him. For now he was going to worship it orally, and he nudged his lover's legs apart a little, running his tongue over his balls first and starting a stream of moans and whimpers from Ross that were wonderful to hear. 

He let his tongue trace a vein up the side of the hard cock, then flicked and twirled across the head, savouring the flavour and the effect he was having. By the way Ross was moaning and twitching he knew foreplay was the last thing he really needed or wanted right then, and it wouldn't take much to end this. He started to work harder, licking and sucking, working more and more of the hard shaft into his mouth.

There was no real warning, Jon thinking it would take a little more time to bring Ross to completion, but there was a twitch and his mouth started to fill with cum. He held the pulsing cock there, taking every drop he was offered and hearing Ross groan his name, long and loud, while he swallowed what he had produced. 

Jon moved up to lay alongside his lover, waiting while Ross recovered and taking in the sight of him naked with delight, even if he was still a little afraid this was all crazy and going to end badly. At least he could say he had one night with the man he knew he loved, as insane as that had been when he thought Ross was straight. 

Even if his mind was unsure, his body was pretty certain of what it wanted, and he was already hardening again thanks to the beautiful view and his thoughts about what else they might do now that he had the other man in his bed. He let his hands take advantage of the proximity of the warm body, travelling up and down the torso and feeling the shudders and pants of Ross as he calmed himself. 

Bright blue eyes opened and looked at him, happiness clear, and lust now simmering rather than burning. They had certainly taken the edge off the tension they had both been feeling, and now it was time for a breather, and Jon desperately hoped it would just be that and there would be more, even if it was just curling up together and sleeping like Ross had said he wanted for them.




Sharing the Past Ch. 01



"That was incredible. I wish we hadn't waited so long to find out how good this is."

Jon agreed, but now wasn't the time to discuss how they had been feeling, it was a time to act on those feelings and make love.

"I don't know if I'll cope with anything more intense than that! What do you want to do now?"

Ross grinned and Jon could almost see the thoughts in the man's head. At least he wasn't going to have to wait long for more of Ross and he couldn't be happier about that. 

"Your choice baby. I made you wait far too long for this, so whatever you want is yours. I'm yours."

Jon tried to make it a joke, but he did really wonder what Ross had done before.

"So I can have your arse if I want?"

"Absolutely," Ross replied, not even a moments hesitation. "Is that what you want? It's been a while so you'll have to take your time."

Jon was surprised, but he blushed asking for what he actually did want.

"I just wanted to know if that was an option, but no, I'd much rather be on the receiving end. It's been a while for me too though."

"I'll take good care of you baby, I promise."

A shudder went through Jon just at the thought of having Ross inside him, and he grabbed some lube from his bedside table and pressed it into his lover's hand, keen to get this started. Ross's eyes sparkled and he smiled at his lover, wanting this too but happy to take it slower, even though his dick was pretty much totally revived just as the thought of being with Jon in that way.

"We'll get to that babe. Roll over first, I want to taste you."

Jon blushed again, but he did as asked, knowing what was coming and already trembling in anticipation. The feel of hands on his cheeks, spreading and kneading them, made him moan and spread his legs to receive more attention. The first tiny flick of a tongue across his hole caused him to shudder and cry out, and then Ross was no longer teasing, he was licking and kissing, his tongue around and dipping inside, making Jon wriggle with delight and desperate for more. He'd missed having someone else touch him so much, but having the man doing it be Ross was his dearest wish come true.

He was trying to form the words and beg for more when he felt a lubed finger slide inside him. It felt so good but that wasn't enough either. Immediately he was pushing back against it, silently asking for more fingers to open him for what he really needed, moaning his delight when he felt his request granted. He was taking them easily, so turned on by being with the man he had loved for so long.

Ross teased and twisted his digits in the hot channel, exciting himself with the sight of what he was doing, the thought of what was to come, and the sounds and movements of Jon obviously loving every moment of it. He took plenty of time over it, not wanting their first coupling to be too uncomfortable for Jon, wanting it to be perfect in every way. It took Jon starting to beg, managing to form a few fairly indistinct words, to get him to stop and lube himself as he turned Jon over.

The sight that greeted him swelled both his heart and his cock. Jon was panting, eyes glazed, his cock hard and starting to leak and in every way that he could seeming to Ross to be desperate to be filled, the two joined in the most intimate they could be and the seal on their new relationship. Ross felt primal urges rising, the need to claim his lover and mark him inside and out. 

Pushing back the frantic desires forming in his brain, Ross tried to keep things slow, sliding his cock into the tight heat and finding himself overwhelmed with the sensation of being inside Jon. This was it, the place he was supposed to be, and he knew that with every part of his being. With a long groan he found himself fully embedded in his love, opening his eyes to see Jon looking back at him which made him lean down to claim a kiss that soon became many kisses.

Jon's mind too was reeling, lost in the passion of the kisses and the feel of Ross inside him, occasionally twitching and making his body shudder. He wanted more though and had to move to get it, he needed to be fucked and claimed and as wonderful as the being filled was, it was nowhere near enough. Ross shot back from his lips to moan when he started to move as best he could, trying to fuck himself on the cock within him. 

Ross's eyes gleamed for a second before he started to thrust, giving both of them what they were after. Jon cried out at the sensation, begging for more, desperate for harder and faster thrusts to bring him to completion of something he had dreamed about for so long. It was intense but still seemed to him that they were making love, no matter how hard their bodies slammed together. 

Both of them wanted it to last but they couldn't slow it down or stop now they had finally got together. There would be other times, but this one was nearly over. The sounds of their pants and cries were loud in the room but neither cared, they couldn't control it. Jon felt the warmth spreading through his body, his muscles tensing, and knew he was going to come soon. Desperate to be aware of Ross within him when he too shot he clenched and released his muscles, trying to milk the cock of its seed.

Ross felt the movement of the sheath around him and it was too much for him to hold back. Every moment inside Jon felt precious but it was too good for him to stop from coming. He groaned long and loud, unable to form Jon's name as he slammed home one final time and shot into the warmth of his lover, feeling cum spreading between their bodies as well. 

Immediately they shifted closer, entwining limbs and exchanging the softest of kisses as they recovered from the exertions of passion. Although sweaty and panting neither one of them wanted to move away from the heat of the other or the feeling of being in the arms of the one they loved. The first sounds they made were moans of disappointment when Ross softened too much and slid out of Jon's body, but it allowed Ross to roll them over and have Jon on top of him for a while, stroking across his back and down onto his firm cheeks where he had just been sliding into him.

Jon relished being laid on the comfiest and sexiest pillow he'd ever had, his arms still keeping hold of his lover. That had been better than he could ever have dreamed, and Ross loved him. How could today have been any more strange or wonderful than that? Shifting slightly he could feel the planes of muscle beneath him and the way he was held so tenderly by a man with such strength made him feel so warm and loved he nestled into Ross, letting his mind drift and falling to sleep.

They slept together like that for hours, waking only to make love again and clean up afterwards, spending the whole night wrapped in the others embrace since neither wanted to let go. It was the culmination of something they had both wanted but thought would never happen, and Jon particularly held onto Ross sure in case this was all a dream and he was going to wake up alone like he had done so often. Feeling that warm body against his each time he stirred made it all real and helped him believe.

When they did wake properly it was late morning, the two having woken too many times during the night to get up early. Jon smiled at his lover as Ross shook the sleep from his mind, his thoughts immediately filling with memories of the night before and how amazing that had been.

"Morning gorgeous," he said, smiling. "You look pretty with bedhead!"

Jon pulled a mock frown. "Don't start insulting me first thing in the morning. Besides which, you've looked better too. It's just a good thing I know why you look like you've been molested half the night!"

"Mmm. I want to do some more molesting right now," Ross purred.

"Breakfast first? I'm starving. Plus, I need to ring about that job. It's got to be better than getting attacked while out driving, if the guy even exists or will have heard of me."

"You should trust her. She was right about us, wasn't she. I know it's a bit bizarre babe, but I think everything will work out just fine."

* * * * * *

After breakfast Jon dialled the number he had been given, still thinking this was probably some sort of wind-up, but Ross there holding his hand for support helped no end. He smiled at Ross, hearing the phone ring and trying not to distract himself with thoughts of what the two of them could be doing right then. Being able to kiss and touch Ross whenever he wanted was wonderful, and he knew the other man loved it too, because just as many kisses and touches were initiated by him.

"Arcan Construction, Matt speaking," came a voice as the call was connected.

It shocked Jon into silence for a moment, and he gathered his thoughts, not making a very coherent response.

"Um, this is Jon Jones. You don't know me, but I was given your number to ask about a holiday job."

"Yes, I know about you. Can you start on Monday? Meet me in the foyer of our office in town at 8.30. I've got a meeting at 9, but it will give me long enough to get you settled in."

"Just like that?" Jon asked in disbelief.

He heard laughter on the other end of the phone.

"She wasn't sure you'd even call, but yes, just like that. See you Monday."

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Sharing the Past Ch. 02



This story contains m/m relationships and sex scenes.

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2

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When Monday rolled around Jon headed into town early. His smartest suit didn't feel all that comfortable, he was far too used to jeans and t-shirts, but he had to try and look the part, even though he had no idea what he was letting himself in for. When Ross had seen him dressed up like that the look in his eyes said Jon looked good, but then Ross was a little biased, and would probably have preferred to get him out of the suit.

The office was huge, modern with lots of dark stone floors and walls but still light thanks to the fact that the huge foyer was fronted entirely in glass. Jon took a breath to steady himself and walked towards the front desk and the security guards there. He was intercepted by another man in a suit, probably in his early forties, an open and smiling face that made Jon feel comfortable immediately.

"Jon?" the man asked.

"Yes. Are you Matt?"

"Yes. Thanks for being on time. Usually we start at 9, but I wanted to make sure I could meet you."

"I really appreciate this. Don't know how it happened, but I do appreciate it."

Matt laughed again. "I have to say, we don't normally hire people this way. But it is only six weeks until you go back to college, and you aren't going to get to running the company in that time. Let's get you upstairs to a desk and I can sort some things for you to do before I have to go meet the management team."

"How is this place run then? It gets spoken about as a family firm, but I don't suppose they do all that much."

Matt gave him an odd look. "The Arcans do work here, come to board meetings, oversee projects. They are heavily involved, but the day-to-day running is down to four managers, each of us heading up a specific area. I'm charged with finance and business infrastructure, so your kind of area which is why I got the call."

Jon didn't think the other man saw his look of surprise as he was leading him into the lift. This man was so senior he had no idea how or why he was here with him. As they travelled up in the lift he wondered if he could ask, and figured there wasn't any reason not to.

"I didn't realise you were so important. Not to sound rude, but who has the power to have you hire some bloke off the street.

Matt looked amused. "You really have no idea, do you?" He paused while the lift came to a stop and opened into another large reception area, this time all light coloured marble. "Look familiar?" he said, pointing at two large pictures on the wall.

Jon drew in a sharp breath. The names under the pictures made the answer to his question very clear. Sam Arcan and Tilly Arcan. To him, the man who had pinned him to the side of a delivery vehicle, and the kind woman who had offered him this job and got him together with Ross. He had a lot to thank her for.

"Shit!" he let out under his breath, not quiet enough that Matt didn't hear him.

"I assume that answers your question?" he said with a smile. "It was a rather unusual request, even for her, but I have more sense than to argue with an Arcan." 

* * * * * * 

Jon's head was spinning after a day of trying to find his way around the huge open-plan office and learning systems and procedures. He was glad that what he would be doing was relatively simple and used skills he had learned at university. Obviously he was doing grunt work but it was a lot more useful than driving. 

The biggest shock of today was still finding out that the Arcans were the ones who had stopped his truck. His mind kept running over what had happened, but no matter how many times he thought about it he really had no idea how or why they had done it. If they really ran a huge company like this then what the hell were they doing going all special forces on him at the side of the road? Recovering missing persons didn't seem like normal industrial espionage, and even if it was that they'd be unlikely to be doing it themselves.

If he'd not been desperate to get back to Ross he might have dwelt on that a bit further, but one night had not been enough and he needed more of Ross's touches, and even though he was a little sore, he needed that cock inside him again. Normally he wasn't desperate to get back home, but today he had a very good reason and he was smiling as he rushed to get back to his lover.

"Hi honey, I'm home!" he called as he got through the door.

Ross was sat watching tv on the sofa but looked at him and laughed.

"Bet you've always wanted to say that!"

"Not always, but most of today. Mind you, I've been looking forward to my welcome home kiss a lot more."

"Oh really? You'd better come get it then," Ross teased. "Don't take your jacket off."

Jon stopped removing it and walked over to Ross, deciding to straddle him and claim the kiss he wanted. The two of them took time to explore and reconnect, even though they had only been apart for a few hours. Ross liked the way Jon had sat on him and grabbed handfuls of his backside to pull him closer. 

"I like you in this suit. I want to strip you out of it slowly, but after dinner. I cooked."

Jon smiled and raised an eyebrow. "You can cook as well as make love to me for hours? I'm going to have to keep you around!"

"You'd have to chase me off with a stick to get rid of me now baby," Ross replied, seriously.

* * * * * * 

It was a short dinner. Jon nearly regretted not making more of an effort to be appreciative of the food because it was really good, but the lustful looks Ross was giving him through their meal meant that he barely paid attention to what was going in his mouth. It wasn't what he really wanted, by any means. He was aware that those looks were not one way either, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off Ross for very long when all he could think about was what they would be doing after dinner.

"I made pudding too," Ross said as he cleared their plates, "but I can't wait any longer."

He fell to his knees at the side of Jon, their faces and bodies close but not enough. They both moved to close the gap though, soft moans coming from each at the first touch of their lips, and both feeling that they couldn't get enough of the other. Ross broke the kiss eventually, his hand stroking through Jon's dark hair for a moment while he got his breath back.

"I need to get you out of that suit baby. Come with me."

Jon followed, just as eager as Ross to be getting naked, especially if it led to more of what he had experienced last night. He really didn't think he could get enough of being touched and kissed by this man and he hoped he never had to stop. From when they had spoken though he was confident that Ross felt the same way and that was enough to be sure this would last a while.

He came to a halt by his bed and saw the look of lust still on Ross's face as his eyes raked up and down Jon's body. The look would have stripped him of his clothes if such a thing was possible.

"You have no idea what that look does for me," Ross murmured. "I didn't think it was possible for you to get any sexier, but I was proved wrong this morning, and I've spent all day thinking about getting you out of that suit to make love to you again."

"So what's stopping you?" Jon asked, slightly impatient for something to start.

"Just savouring the moment," Ross replied with a grin. 

Then he moved, close to Jon but not touching him. Even that made Jon's breathing hitch, his body humming with the desire to be touched, his cock hardening further by the moment. The first gentle touch of his lover's hands, sliding under the sides of the jacket to push it off his shoulders and moving up his chest and down his arms slowly while doing it made him shiver and moan.

Ross undid the tie while peppering Jon's face with soft kisses, not letting him catch hold of his lips for anything intense. Jon turned to try and mate their lips properly but he found he was being avoided, and he gave up, allowing Ross to do what he wanted. He freed his hands, letting the jacket drop to the floor, uncaring that it would crease since it freed him to hold Ross loosely, not to interfere with what was going to be done.

The first buttons on Jon's shirt came undone quickly but then Ross slowed, spreading the shirt apart and licking and kissing over the skin that was revealed. Jon's scent filled his nostrils, not sweat but a sweetness that turned Ross on even more, forcing him to open the shirt further to attack first nipples and then armpits as the shirt tangled around Jon's waist. Ross groaned as he pulled the remainder of it off and pushed Jon back to the wall, his arms over his head.

Pinned to the wall, Jon wondered if he might come just from the treatment he was getting right now. His wrists were held above his head while Ross licked and kissed at his underarms. He'd never thought this could be erotic, strangely enough, but anything Ross did just made him moan. He was glad of the support, leaning back against the surface even though he was concerned he might slide down to the floor at any moment.

It might have happened when Ross released his hands, but his body was immediately pressed back by the other hard body and this time he got a proper kiss. Ross tasted slightly sweaty but it only drove him more wild. Their erections pressed together and made Jon aware he still wasn't anywhere near as naked as he wanted to be, and Ross still had all his clothes on. He made a grab for the bottom of the t-shirt, needing to feel skin on skin, and sighing happily when he achieved it.

Ross broke their kiss once his top was off, seeing how excited he had made Jon made him shudder. Jon was panting and his look was full of need. The only better look he could get, Ross now knew, was the sated and loving one Jon would give him once he had come, and that was going to happen pretty soon, there was no way Ross could hold out too long.

He let his hands slide between them, squeezing the erection he found to a drawn out moan from Jon, and then dealing with the belt and zip swiftly so he could get to it properly. He wasn't quite sure how much longer Jon would be able to stay standing, so he bent down to get rid of his socks, planning to lie his mate down pretty soon so he could continue his worship. Before he could stand again he found Jon had pushed his trousers and underwear down to pool at his feet.

"Eager, are we?"

Ross thought to continue the teasing, right up until his journey back up brought him face to face with Jon's leaking erection. His tongue flicked out to taste the liquid forming and he let out a soft moan at the reminder of how Jon tasted. That one taste shattered his control.

"Bed, now," he growled, pulling Jon away from the wall and towards the bed as he backed up. He let out a groan as Jon just flopped forward onto it, and although Jon had thought to turn over once he was horizontal he didn't get the chance, Ross pounced and had spread his cheeks and started licking and kissing his hole a moment later. 

The intensity of the movements on him after the teasing of the strip had Jon almost coming, and the second he felt Ross slide his tongue inside him it was nearly too much. He cried out as he felt the movements in and around his hole, opening and teasing him, but even the intensity of that didn't stop him from pushing back to Ross to encourage more and more attention to him. Now he needed cock, needed to be filled by his lover and taken even higher.

"Fuck me," he groaned out.

"Getting to it love," Ross responded, his voice tense with his own need.

Afterwards, Jon was amused that Ross had already prepared for this and had the lube in reach. Right then he just sighed his pleasure as slick fingers penetrated his body. He started riding them immediately. They'd had sex many times over the weekend and he had only had a few hours at work, but still he didn't feel like he'd had nearly enough of Ross and he couldn't see himself getting bored of this for many years.

Ross was just as keen as Jon for the actual sex to happen, and since Jon was riding two and then three fingers with ease he knew he could do this without hurting him. Enjoying the view of Jon's tight buttocks, he decided not to move him and straddled the naked body, positioning his hard cock between Jon's cheeks to a moan from his lover that made him thrust to enter him.

He needed Jon just as badly as every time before and he doubted that feeling would fade. The tight heat, muscles parting and clenching around his cock, felt so wonderful he didn't stop the slide until he was buried up to his balls in his lover. He lay down then, letting his naked body blanket Jon and feeling their whole bodies pressed together before kissing and licking Jon's neck. He tasted sweet even though there was a sheen of sweat on him and Ross began to nip at the soft skin in between kisses.

Jon felt full and dominated, but he wasn't getting what he needed right then. The teeth on his neck made him shiver with delight but Ross wasn't moving and he needed to get fucked. He tried to buck his hips but he could only effect a small movement that wasn't enough, so he started to work his interior muscles, thinking he could tempt Ross into moving that way. It got him to let go of his neck and moan loudly, but there was still a delay before Jon felt the first movement out of him, every last part of the hard cock stroking his insides until only the head was left in his channel.

They both moaned, then Jon cried out as Ross thrust back in sharply. It was the best kind of shock, one that sent waves of pleasure through his body, and they just kept coming as the fucking continued. His hips raised to meet his lover each time, desperate for more even as Ross sped up and pushed harder. Ross was in heaven too, still working on Jon's neck as well, although as his pleasure built there were far fewer kisses and more nips and bites. Jon was going to have some marks after this but right then he didn't care, he wanted to see the evidence of his love and lust on his lover.

"I love you," he whispered in between his bites, only hearing pants and moans in response.

They were crashing together now, both seeking their release. Jon was so close before they even got into bed that he was having trouble holding back, but he wanted to feel Ross fill him first. He failed, the feeling of Ross becoming almost impossibly harder just before he came and slamming that rock hard dick into him was too much. He cried out his lover's name, spilling over the sheets beneath him and aware of little except Ross coming and biting his neck hard as he did, a long groan of his name all he could hear.

When Ross stopped panting so hard he licked the mark he had made to soothe it. He hadn't drawn blood, but the marks of his teeth were clear and the sight gave him a strange sense of satisfaction and renewed desire such that his cock stopped softening and roared back to life. He heard a moan from Jon and realised that he had felt the resurgence of his erection and seemed to be just lying there waiting for more.

"Are you okay baby?" Ross checked, slightly concerned.

"Shit, this is so far beyond okay, I'm not sure where I am. You gonna fuck me again with this?"

The words were muffled but it was clear Jon was happy. He sounded kind of spaced out in fact, which could only be a good thing, and the way he clenched his internal muscles when he asked about the fucking made Ross moan.

"Let me turn you over Jon. I want to see you and kiss you while I do."

Jon couldn't stop the moan of disappointment when Ross slid out of him and he felt suddenly empty, and when the warm body moved off him it was worse, but he was soon turned onto his back and blanketed by his lover again and he sighed as he felt a hard cock nudging against him and then sliding back inside. He opened his eyes to see Ross looking at him with such tenderness it made his heart swell, and he gave him a smile, reaching one shaky arm up to stroke his cheek.

"How come you are so perfect and I'm so lucky?" Jon asked.

"You've got that the wrong way round baby. It's you who's perfect, and I'm unbelievably lucky to have you as mine and be buried deep inside you right now."

"You gonna do more than stay buried then?" Jon replied with a twist and lift of his hips to encourage Ross to move.

"Hell yes!"

* * * * * *

Jon thought he had just had the most perfect week of his life. He loved the work he was doing, the only downside was missing Ross while he was in the office, but Ross had certainly made up for that every night when he came home. He was drawn into kisses and sometime making love the second he got through the door, and they spent their evenings curled up together in front of the tv or in bed. Each morning he woke tangled up with his new lover, a smile on his face and a hard cock that soon got sorted out in one wonderful way or another.

As Friday rolled around there was only one thing worrying him, and that was the fact he had agreed to go with Ross to meet his mother. So soon too, but Ross had asked him in a weak moment, in fact just after he had come from Ross sucking him off, and he'd agreed without thinking about it. Now he was going to have to go through with it, and cope with a night away when he couldn't scream his delight as Ross pleasured him.

On Saturday they were in the car, Ross driving the couple of hour trip and Jon trying not to panic about the idea that he might not be quite what the new 'in-law' would be expecting. The one plus was that he wasn't going to have to be apart from his love for a night while he went home alone. Allegedly Ross had planned this for some time.

"Are you sure your mother is going to like me?" Jon asked nervously.

Ross glanced across at him and smiled.

"Stop worrying. She's always been lovely to anyone I've introduced her to. Only brought people home twice, but she'll love you, just like I do."

"Does she know..."

Ross interrupted him. "Yes Jon, she knows you're a man. She won't be shocked in the slightest. She's heard me go on about how wonderful you are enough times."

"Sorry baby, it's just meeting the parents is a big step."

"I know, and I'm glad you want to do it. I should warn you though, although mum is lovely, she is a bit odd. One of her oddities... well, one of us will be sneaking across the landing later."

Jon groaned at that. It might only be for one night, but he didn't like the idea of separate rooms. Now that he was with his man he didn't want to spend any more time apart than they had to.

"I appreciate you waiting until now to tell me, when it's too late to back out."

"Don't be like that. I have no intention of sleeping without my arms around you, we'll just have to put on a show of going to our own beds first."

Ross pulled the car over after that, finding a lay-by only a couple of minutes from the house.

"Come here gorgeous," he said. "I need a kiss now, before I have to behave myself. I really don't want to molest you in front of mum, but it's going to be hard not to!"

"You're insatiable," Jon replied, an amused grin on his face.

He moved though, not wasting another moment he could have his lips pressed to Ross's. The two of them took a moment to to explore each other, hands stroking as well as their lips and tongues mating. Jon let out a soft moan, and Ross seemed to almost purr his pleasure at their contact. Neither of them broke the kiss for several minutes, but eventually Ross had to pull away.

"That is too good, every time, but if we do that any longer I might just have to jump you!"

"I was thinking the same," Jon replied. "Let's go do this before I lose my nerve, or start stripping you naked instead."

Ross drove off quickly, not allowing himself to think about Jon's idea because he might lose his control if he did. Thankfully he did only have a minute or two before he was pulling into the drive, his mother already there and waiting for them. He was happy to see her, and it put paid to any lingering sexual thoughts and responses he'd had about the beautiful man at his side.




Sharing the Past Ch. 02



He was enveloped in a tight hug as soon as he stepped out of the car, and to the surprise of both of them, so was Jon. His face showed his shock, and Ross couldn't help laughing at it, even as he wondered why his mother was being quite so nice to Jon.

It only became more odd when they got inside and she led them upstairs to put their bags down. Despite what Ross had said, and what his mother had always told him about not sleeping with his lovers under her roof, she took them into one room and made it clear they would both be staying there. He arched an eyebrow at her in question, but she just smiled at him. Now he really wanted to know what was going on with her.

When they were left alone Ross suggested that Jon take a quick shower before dinner, and managed not to get drawn into the offer to join him, saying it wouldn't be a good idea right then and that he wanted to catch up with his mum. Even Jon gazing at him with lust filled chocolate-brown eyes didn't put him off. Well, not so much that he couldn't resist, but it was pretty difficult to walk away and downstairs no matter how much he wanted to find out what was going on.

"So, what's up with you?" he asked when he reached her. "What happened to having to be a 'good boy' when in your house? You do realise I fully intend to take advantage of this situation, and even if I don't, Jon will. What's different about him?"

"He's your mate," she replied.

Ross gave her a warning look.

"Mum, I told you not to talk like that round him."

"And he's not here right now, but that is why he's different. You two are perfect for each other, trust me."

He laughed. "Funnily enough, we've been told that already. She was what got me to stop trying to convince myself he didn't want me."

"What was she?"

"Dunno. Panther, probably. Definitely an empath, although she tried to tell us she was psychic."

"Didn't she know what you were?"

"No mum. You know why."

She glared at him. "Why do you do it? Those herbs just keep you from being yourself."

"No, they keep the beast inside from taking over the man. How many times do we have to go over this before you accept it's my decision?"

"That's why you didn't even realise he was your mate. Have you even bothered to ask your cat about him?"

"I don't need to," Ross replied. "I know how I feel, I don't need a second opinion."

"You need to stop taking that stuff Ross. It makes you talk like the other side of you doesn't exist. You can't pretend your cat isn't there, you have to let him out."

"No. What I need is Jon. I'm glad you like him too, and I fully intend to keep him. Which means being human."

"You aren't human," she hissed.

"I can be, very easily. Leave it alone mum, this is my decision."

"He's your mate. He might be surprised, but he will still love you no matter what."

Ross hissed back at her. "I asked you to leave it. Do not screw this up for me."

"I didn't raise you to be ashamed of what you are."

"You kept telling me I could be whatever I wanted. Apparently that doesn't include living human if that's what I want."

"It is okay if that is what you really want, but don't do it because you think that it is what Jon wants. You aren't giving him the choice to know about you."

"Nor does your option. You want me to tell him, how is that his choice?"

"It gives him a say in how you live, like a mate should have," she said firmly.

Ross gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah, that would be just great. 'Baby, how about I curl up in your lap and purr at you, while you wonder what the fuck you are doing with a freak'."

Her face darkened. "Do not use that word. You want to be human, fine, but we are not freaks."

"Sorry," Ross muttered, knowing he had gone too far. He was just frustrated at her not understanding his choices. It wasn't a new thing since he met Jon, but for years now he had controlled his cat and he was used to it, preferring not to feel his animal urges. He needed to get away from his mother then, and thought he would check on Jon.

He didn't hear the shower running, so he assumed he had finished until he got to their room and discovered Jon was dressed and dry. He took a step towards him and saw a flicker of fear that made his insides clench, a feeling of dread washing over him. From the look of it, Jon had heard at least part of the conversation he had just had, and he needed to know how much.

"Jon?" he asked softly.

"What was that about?"

"How much did you hear?"

"Pretty much all your conversation. Are you going to explain, because right now I'm thinking that you and your mother are crazy."

"We're not crazy, but we are a bit different. I'm sorry."

"For what? Keeping some big secret from the man you say you are in love with, or that I heard your crazy conversation? You said you aren't human, so what do you think you are? Alien? Vampire? A demon?"

Ross felt like he was shaking so hard in fear Jon would be able to see it. He was left with no choice now though, either Jon walked out on him sure he was mad, or he found out the truth and he just might accept it. He needed to explain and to get some antidote, and just pray that his mother had been right about Jon being his mate and dealing with this. He started slowly, trying to find the right words.

"You've heard of werewolves?"

"Sure. People turning at the full moon who bite others, silver bullets. I've read about them in fiction."

"That stuff is fiction, and pop culture. Weres have control and choose when they change back and forth. Animal and human working together most of the time. And one bite won't turn anyone."

Jon wasn't looking reassured.

"You're talking about this as though it's fact. You think you're a werewolf?"

"No, I don't think that. Wolves aren't the only Weres out there. I'm a Wereleopard."

Jon started laughing, which didn't seem any better to Ross than his previous look of fear. Either way, he wasn't believing this, and to some extent Ross couldn't blame him.

"Please Jon, I know how this sounds, but it's true. I can't prove it right this second, but I will if you at least entertain the idea for half an hour. Please, don't leave me yet."

"I'm not going to leave you. You're right that this sounds insane, but so long as that's the extent of your craziness I'm not too worried."

"You don't believe me though. I guess I understand that, but I'll show you, later, assuming my mother has the drink I need."

"I do," she replied, coming into the room. "I figured you'd be needing this at some point. It tastes slightly better warm so it's a good thing that you take it now."

"This is all your fault," Ross grumbled, pulling a face as the disgusting drink went down. "I told you to keep quiet, but the first chance you get you're on at me to tell him, and now he's wondering how much therapy I need."

"Let me show him," she said.

Ross looked at her. "Fine. Outside to change though. I don't need to see that, and Jon certainly doesn't."

"As if I'd get naked in front of your mate," she replied as she left the room.

Jon was still struggling with whether he should be finding this funny, or seriously worrying about Ross and his sanity. He loved sci-fi and fantasy himself, but thinking it was true was definitely not normal. He was also concerned that Ross's mother was encouraging his delusion. He'd just about decided on treating the whole thing as a joke and hoping Ross snapped out of it back home, when a leopard walked into the room and sat down, staring at him.

Jon swallowed hard, looking back at the large cat. Despite the fact it was right in front of him he was thinking he must be imagining this. There was no way they had an animal like that just hanging about the house. His confused thoughts were interrupted by Ross.

"Jon, meet my mother. The other side of her."

"It's not possible," he stammered out in response. 

The leopard started purring at him and he couldn't take his eyes off it for some time. She didn't move, obviously trying not to scare him, but strangely he wasn't afraid. Probably he was still in shock. He didn't even take in that Ross was looking at him until the cat turned her eyes up to him, and then Ross spoke.

"Are you okay? I know this is a shock."

Words. Jon was aware he should be saying some, but he couldn't think of any right then. How do you ask for an explanation of this?

"Mum's not going to hurt you. Neither am I. Please Jon, speak to me," Ross begged, terrified that Jon was going to freak out any moment and run away from him.

"You turn into that?" he asked, his voice sounding strained as he struggled with this new reality.

"My fur is lighter, and I'm bigger than that, but yes."

"Show me."

"I will. I take a herbal mix to stop me from changing, so I can live as totally human. It makes things easier, but I have to wait for that antidote to kick in before I can show you what I am. It's still me though Jon, please believe me. I still love you and I'm still the man you know, who's been with you these last few days when we've both been so happy. Please don't throw that away because of this."

Jon sat quietly, wondering what he thought about Ross and his plea. How could Ross even think that this didn't change things? The only question was how.

* * * * * *



Sharing the Past Ch. 03



3

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Ross was scared. Jon had gone very quiet and was just glancing back and forth between Ross and his mother, still in her leopard form in front of them. He hoped and prayed Jon could deal with this, that there relationship was strong enough, but he had no idea how anyone who knew nothing of the Weres would cope with the fact they existed and they had been dating one. He felt the need to get out of there, so Jon would stop staring at the big cat, and maybe he could talk him through this.

"Come for a walk with me Jon. I'll explain as best I can, and some air would do us both good."

Jon followed, still trying to work this all through in his mind and not finding any rational explanation. Stepping over the pile of clothes on the landing just reinforced the fact that the leopard had been Ross's mother, but it still made no sense. He was confused and scared, but as much as he felt that he still found being with Ross was a comfort and he didn't want to be parted. 

He found it surprisingly easy to accept that no matter what he could not leave Ross. He loved him and needed him too much, even if he could grow fur and a tail. That he would have to see for himself before he could entirely believe it, but Ross seemed so sure and after what he had already seen he didn't really doubt it. There were so many questions though, he barely knew where to start.

The pair were silent for a long time as they left the house and wandered into the garden and a wooded area behind it, Jon following Ross through the trees as he worked out what to ask first.

"How does this happen? Why?"

Ross smiled at him. "I don't know why or how, to be honest. I was born this way, so were my parents, so was everyone else I've ever met who is Were."

"So there are a lot of you?"

"Quite a few, but I have no idea of numbers. We don't exactly advertise that we are out there. There are stories of course, particularly of werewolves, but it's generally assumed to be science fiction rather than reality. We aren't supposed to tell humans we exist."

Jon was scared of asking his next question, but he knew he had to.

"So what does this mean for us? Can you have a relationship with a human?"

Ross looked at him slightly sadly, taking his hand and holding it tight.

"So long as you can accept what I am, then yes. It doesn't matter what you are, no-one will mind. Plenty of Weres have mated with humans over the years, and in the past that meant being cut off from Were society, but not any more."

That word again. Jon had heard his mother say it earlier, and he needed to know what it meant to them.

"Mate?" he queried.

"Yes. For Weres, there is one person out there who is perfect for them in every way, someone they can't resist, can't be without, desire to the exclusion of all others. When we meet that person we know, and they are ours for life."

Jon was more scared then. Was he really all of that to Ross, or would he be leaving for the one when that person came along? Ross seemed to sense what he was thinking.

"I drugged my cat side Jon, I've never allowed it to have control and let me know, but my mother is sure you're my mate. To be honest, I don't doubt it, the way I feel about you and the way I react to you when we are together. It's almost as though the raw need takes me over in a way I've never felt with anyone else, that my cat side comes to the surface a little."

"That sounds so strange, like you have another personality inside you."

"It's not like that really. The animal side is more primitive and driven by basic instincts -- the need for food, or sex, but it's never without the higher reasoning of being human. I can choose how much or little control I have over the cat, and when I take the herbs like I have been, it's kind of like it's asleep inside me. I don't find myself desperate to change form and run in the woods, or taken over by desire in quite the same way."

"And now you're not taking those drugs...are you going to be different?"

"No baby. It's still me. There might be a few things, but I can control them, and if you want me to I can take the herbs again and it never be an issue."

"What things?" Jon asked.

"Well, with you, it's going to be mostly about sex," Ross replied with a dirty grin. He was still worried, but Jon seemed inquisitive rather than scared and the fact he was still speaking to him was a good sign. "I might be a bit more horny and maybe dominant. Weres like to mark their mates, both with scent and bites, so my cat will want to make sure you smell of me, and I'm more likely to bite you when we have sex. It's kind of a possessive thing, making sure other people know you are taken."

Jon couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine at the things Ross said, and it certainly wasn't fear. This gorgeous man, cat, whatever the hell he was, wanted him so badly he needed the world to know it, and the idea of Ross being horny and dominant was far from a turn off. Jon needed to know what that would be like.

"Also," Ross continued, "I can purr, in both forms, and the moment you start turning me on it's going to happen. It will make it harder for you to forget what I am when we get intimate. Plus that's likely to be more often, if I get any sort of say in the matter."

"So basically, you're going to want me more, be possessive, take control, and mark me?"

"Probably. I can take the herbs again as soon as I show you. You don't have to be afraid of what I might be like."

Jon stared at his lover, or mate, and wondered if he was really giving that impression or Ross was just scared that was how he would think.

"I'm not afraid of you Ross. I'm your mate."

The relief Ross felt was evident on his face and he pulled Jon into his arms, surprisingly both of them by purring already. He hadn't even felt the antidote kick in yet, but perhaps it was just the beginnings of the drugs wearing off. Jon pulled back from him slightly, looking at him with slight confusion.

"You're turned on just from a hug?"

Ross smiled. "Every time I'm with you. It's how cats express their pleasure, and having you in my arms is one of the best feelings I know."

"I don't think I want you to take those drugs again. I like that you react like that to me. Plus, those other things you described, well, I don't think I'm going to have a problem with any of that."

Jon blushed slightly at his admission, but the fact that he started to hear that purr even louder told him Ross liked what he was saying and he felt the need to tease.

"I'm going to enjoy turning you on even more now I know I get that. It's such a sexy sound, I don't know why."

"It's probably a good thing you think like that, you're going to hear it a lot given what you do to me."

Jon laughed a little, wondering what having sex with the newly liberated Ross was going to be like and loving the idea, although he'd need to see the cat first, he wanted to know everything about his mate. He rather liked that word as well.

It was odd how his brain suddenly changed from thinking about sex to a memory, but it was as though with his new-found knowledge of this other world he was making connections in his mind and immediately aware of something he would never have thought of before now.

"Baby, cats can't growl, can they?"

Ross looked confused, but answered. "No Jon. Purr, yowl, hiss when we are pissed off, but growling we leave to the wolves."

"Those people, the day my truck got stopped. They were Werewolves," he said, suddenly very sure even though he still didn't get all of it or why those men had been in the truck in the first place.

"I didn't see them, but could be. That woman though, I'm pretty sure she was a panther. It's likely the rest of them were Weres."

The fact that Ross wasn't surprised annoyed Jon for a moment.

"You knew that? Why didn't you tell me?"

"How? You had the strangest experience, and then I turn around and suggest we met a Were-panther? You'd have thought I was insane, and to be honest, right then I was rather more focussed on trying to convince you to give us a shot."

"But if she's a panther, how come her brother is a wolf?"

"What are you talking about?"

Ross was far too confused by this line of conversation. It was good that Jon was accepting all of this as real and talking about it quite calmly, but he had no idea what this bit was about. Jon realised he'd got so distracted that first day, and pretty much any moment he'd spent with Ross since then, that he had never told him about the Arcans.

"I saw photos at work of the woman and the guy who pinned me to the side of my truck. He growled at me, so he's a wolf, and you say she's a panther, but they are brother and sister. They are Sam and Tilly Arcan. That's how she got me a job, it's her firm."

Ross looked far more shocked than Jon expected.

"You're working for Tilly Arcan? That's who we met?"

"Yes. Why are you freaking? You should be happy I'm chilling about this. You were the one who knew what she was."

"But not who she was. You're going to have to accept there are things I can't tell you, but I can say the Arcan family is pretty famous in our world. I just wish I'd known I met Tilly Arcan."

"I got pinned to a truck and threatened by a very pissed off Sam Arcan, the fact he's famous doesn't make me feel much better about it."

Ross started to laugh, although he knew he should be more serious. That was the first sign of the antidote working, but it wasn't the greatest moment for that to happen.

"Sorry baby, I'm not laughing at you. I know it doesn't make any sense, but they were doing good, I promise, and they didn't hurt you. They wouldn't."

Jon didn't look all that happy about it, or the way Ross was acting, but there was nothing Ross could do about it right then. He swayed slightly and nuzzled at Jon's arm as his grip tightened to stop him falling.

"We have to talk about this later, the herbs are kicking in and for a few minutes I'm going to seem drunk. I could do with a sit down," he struggled to say through his giggles.

Ross flopped down onto the ground, surrounded by leaves that he felt the urge to play with. He threw a few into the air and watched them fall again, only then realising that Jon was still standing, and staring at him. Even though his head was spinning, a look at his mate stopped thoughts of pretty much anything but Jon, his cat starting to wake up was becoming very interested in the man in front of them and wanted him close.

"Come sit down here," Ross said, patting the ground in front of him and spreading his legs to make it clear where he wanted him.

He started to purr when Jon obeyed immediately and sat, his back to Ross's front. Ross scooted forward so he could press against the body of the man he loved and wrap his arms around him. He was starting to be overwhelmed by the scent and the feel of Jon and nuzzled at his neck, causing a delightful shiver that only increased the urgency his cat side was feeling.

Ross tried to damp it down for a moment, aware of where this was heading and wondering if it was because he had kept his cat under control for so long, or it was just a mate thing. Either way, this was going to get hot and heavy very quickly and he was hard as a rock inside his jeans already. He struggled to control his urges for long enough to explain, and started to talk softly into Jon's ear.

"I'm sorry baby, but I want you so badly right now I'm about to go primal on you. I won't hurt you, I promise, but I'm not sure how much control I'm going to have, you're driving my cat wild. You smell so good, feel so good, taste so good," he finished with a swipe of his tongue over Jon's neck.

Jon gasped at the strange raspy feel of the lick and although he too was turned on he was a little afraid, and he really didn't like the idea of them being out in the open for any of this. That Ross was already running his hands over his body and down to the bulge in his jeans wasn't helping him fight it though. He'd wanted to know what it would be like and this was obviously his opportunity.

"What do I do? You're not going to actually be changed, are you?" he asked nervously.

"Little bits of me, but you'll have to wait to see the cat," Ross murmured, his voice half purr. "I recommend you get naked, now, before I grow claws and rip these clothes off you." 

Jon went to move away a little so he could take everything off, but Ross didn't release him from the tight hug.

"You're going to have to manage," he purred. "I can't let you go."

It was difficult to take things off while held in an embrace like that, even without the fact that the purring he could hear and the idea of what was going to happen was making Jon shake with desire, and Ross was licking at his neck again and he felt sharp teeth grazing his skin. He looked down to Ross's hands and saw he hadn't been kidding about the claws, his hands had shortened slightly and his fingers were stubbier and very definitely ending in claws rather than nails.

Jon was dimly aware this should be freaking him out, not turning him on, but all logic had left him by this point. Ross was helping lift his shirt with those paw/hands of his and that came off easily. Jon struggled to undo his jeans given how hard he was, and then had to wriggle to get them down when he wasn't able to get away from his mate. His movements brought him into contact with the hard package Ross was going to give him any moment, and he moaned.

Ross started to strip too, not that he could get any more than his shirt off in that position, but he needed skin on skin badly, to make sure Jon was covered in his scent. He wasn't bothered about walking back to the house naked if necessary, so he used his claws to shred his shirt and get it off that way. He would have loved to do that to Jon but it would have to be another time as he thought Jon would find it embarrassing to meet his mother again without a stitch on.

Jon didn't know what was going to happen now, but all the things Ross had said, he wasn't afraid of it, he was just curious and excited, his body desperate for more touches. Once he was completely stripped he settled back against Ross, laying his head back on his shoulder. He had no idea that it was a submissive posture, baring his neck like that, but a kind of yowl came from Ross at the sight of his mate's naked body spread out against and in front of him, available and offered to him for whatever he wanted.

He was still fighting his cat for some control of this coupling, wanting to be sure Jon would enjoy it as much as he knew he would, but the fact his mate was passive and waiting, apparently unafraid and obviously erect and needing him too, made him relax. He could smell Jon's scent and his arousal even stronger now that his enhanced senses were taking over, and he could wait no longer. 

He moved and lay Jon back in the leaves, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty while he removed the last of his clothes and his erection sprang free. Jon's eyes were glued to him and although they took in the hard cock, it was mostly on his face. Ross didn't know it for sure, but his eyes had changed, the blue brighter, pupils smaller and his gaze was blazing with lust, making Jon squirm with the intensity of it. Even the sight of the sharp teeth Ross now sported was making Jon harder, he knew they wouldn't be used to hurt him.

Ross settled down beside his mate with a loud purr, entwining their legs and pulling Jon into a passionate kiss that he gladly returned. It was kind of odd though, the mouth and tongue felt different and there were very definitely teeth that Ross didn't normally have, but he didn't care, he needed this man/cat so badly. He shifted his position, spreading his legs in an open invitation, but it took a surprisingly long time for Ross to do anything other than explore his mouth. Jon sighed happily when the kiss broke, purely because the licks and kisses he then got were working their way down his body to his aching rod.

Jon tasted so good, Ross was still finding his head was reeling with the sensations. He knew some of his cat had come to the fore during their couplings before, but now it was unconstrained he felt the raw need so much more intensely. Thankfully his cat was just as keen to learn Jon's taste and explore his body as he was, but he was moving south far more quickly than usual, needing to taste the more intimate flavours.

His tongue far longer and more flexible than in his entirely human form, he licked and played with Jon's cock and balls to cries of pleasure. The taste of precum was addictive and he wanted more, but he also needed a release for his own cock and to be buried inside his mate and that desire was winning out. He stopped licking to a moan of disappointment and started to turn Jon over.

"Hands and knees baby," he whispered, pleased that Jon immediately did as was asked. He knew that his mate was seriously aroused by their play so far, and he also knew that he was about to get the rimming of his life. Ross licked his lips at the thought, waiting for Jon to settle in position and purring appreciatively at the view of Jon waiting for him, legs already spread, panting and ready to be mounted. That would come soon, but first...

Jon actually screamed as he felt the rough tongue that had started teasing around his hole slide inside him and head straight for the spot that caused lights to flash behind his eyes and his locked elbows almost to collapse. The pleasure was beyond anything he'd ever experienced, and a few more taps to his prostate had him spilling his load onto the dry leaves on the ground beneath him. 

Ross, or rather his cat side as that had definitely won the argument about how they were going to ravish their mate, took that as his cue to slide inside Jon. He was tight and there was a groan, but it didn't sound like pain. Ross had done his best to lubricate and open his mate under the circumstances and having just come he was as relaxed as he could be. 

He was intending to wait a moment even though his cat wanted to take its mate hard and fast, but Jon pushed back towards him and then pulled away slightly, starting a fucking motion that shattered the last of his control and he thrust forward, hearing a gasp as the force pushed the breath out of Jon. The raw need of the cat took over entirely then and he fucked hard and fast, noting that Jon was still meeting him in his thrusts, but holding tight to his hips anyway in case he tried to escape.

It was too intense to last very long, but he tried to hold out, the feelings washing over him were too good to let go, but he also wanted to mark his mate. He lay over Jon's body to get more of his scent on him, knowing his skin was sweating and it would be more intense. Like that he could hear Jon's soft moans as he thrust and that nearly tipped him over the edge by itself.

"Bite me," Jon moaned softly. "Mark me as yours."

Ross yowled and did as asked, covering the mark he had only made a few days before that had faded to almost nothing with a fresh one showing his far sharper teeth. This time he did draw a tiny bit of blood and he licked his lips at that other taste of his mate. The cry Jon made at the bite was him coming, scattering his seed over the leaves again, and when his channel started to tighten around Ross he came too, pushing his release as far into his mate as he could.

* * * * * *

Jon was wondering what had just happened, he was floating on a cloud somewhere for quite a while before he started to recover and come back down to earth. If that was a taste of what Ross could be like, he was never taking those herbs again, even if Jon didn't survive it. What a way to go! He became aware that he had collapsed and was now somehow lying on his back. 

He was exhausted and sore but in the best possible ways, and there was a heavy weight panting on his chest. He knew it was Ross and although he couldn't open his eyes right then he reached a shaky arm up to stroke his mate, running his hand over the soft...fur? His eyes shot open and he confirmed what he had just felt, it was fur, a pale amber, almost white in places with dark spots, beautiful, and the blue eyes in the cats face staring down at him looking happy as it started to purr.




Sharing the Past Ch. 03



"Hello baby. You're gorgeous," he told Ross, hearing another purr in response. He wasn't quite sure what to do now, but his hand was still moving over the fur and Ross was leaning into his touches, so he decided to go with what he'd do for a normal cat and began to tickle behind the ears, feeling as much as hearing the purring increase and Ross tilting his head to get more attention to his sensitive spots.

Jon started laughing a little, amused by how Ross reacted and how normal he was finding this.

"You're just a giant pussycat, aren't you?"

He heard a little hiss that suggested Ross didn't like the comparison, but right then he was having trouble not bursting into laughter at the strange feeling on his lower body. It was a little arousing but mostly tickling him.

"Ross, stop moving your tail, it tickles!"

He began to sit up, and although the cat moved slightly he didn't get off his legs and clearly didn't want him to stop playing with its ears. Ross butted at his stomach and started to rub his head against him, making Jon even more sure the cat wasn't a huge amount different to any pet cat he'd met before. Well, that was right up until he felt the licks on his body and one of them brushed over his cock. He shot back and pretty much turfed Ross off his lap.

"Sorry. That's a step too far baby. Can we just keep the sex for when you're mostly human?"

Ross looked kind of sheepish, if that expression was possible or Jon was reading it right, and as Jon stood the cat was winding around his legs seeking attention. He just laughed and looked around for his clothes, suddenly very aware that he was naked and out in the open, although he doubted many people came out here else Ross would be a little more concerned about his current form.

Jon blushed as he saw the evidence of what they had done, so desperate for each other. His clothes had been thrown randomly away from him and lay scattered around. The shirt Ross had been wearing was shredded and torn. The leaves on the ground showed where the two of them had been writhing, and some glistened with the cum he had shot out. He brushed his back and legs down and more leaves floated off his body.

The cat hissed at him when he started to get dressed, but he didn't take it all that seriously, knowing Ross wouldn't hurt him. Now that the heat of passion was gone he was cold and he wasn't wearing a fur coat. The dappled sunlight in the clearing did not warm him at all and it was a relief to get some clothes on again both for warmth and to stop his embarrassment. He picked up Ross's jeans and turned to the cat.

"You getting dressed or going home like that?"

Ross thought for a second and decided he was staying like this for a little while longer. He'd missed this form, he realised that now, and this was probably the one place he could easily be out in the open without fear. His mother would love to see his cat, and Jon needed to get used to it, although so far he seemed to be coping surprisingly well, not even getting scared at finding a cat on top of him. And that sex, that had been explosive and Jon had even begged to be marked. Ross started purring just at the memory of that as he headed back towards the house.

Jon followed the cat, his legs and hole a little sore, but smiling about what had just happened. Okay, so it had been probably the strangest thing that had ever happened to him, but it also had to rank up there with the best as well. He was glad to reach the house although he was embarrassed to see Ross's mother was still there in her cat form, and he walked past the pair of them to get a drink, not really noticing that the two had started playing, he just wanted water to soothe his throat from all the moaning.

Ross was busy trying to fight off his mother who was trying to play with him like he was still a cub.

"Will you behave, you're twice my age and I'm too old for this," he sent the thought to her.

"You'll always be my little boy though," she replied.

"Stop it mum. I know you're happy about this, but you don't have to treat me like I'm still a kid."

"I'm guessing you're pretty happy about this too son," she said, tilting her head at Jon who still had his back turned. "It doesn't seem like he's planning on leaving. In fact, I think you've just persuaded him there are some distinct advantages to this. I take it you're convinced he's your mate now." she finished with the cat equivalent of a grin.

"Is it always like that? I never realised it would be so intense."

"Perhaps not every time, but in the beginning, yes. Your cat never had a chance with him before, it was bound to go a little crazy."

Ross looked over at Jon who still seemed to be slightly shaking, and was carefully sipping his drink.

"I had no idea how much I'd need him, when I already felt so strongly. You're right mum, he is most definitely my mate, and I couldn't be happier about it."

Ross found that being away from Jon right now was frustrating and he needed to be close again. He knew his mother would understand and he didn't care if she saw him nude so he changed back, walking up slowly behind Jon who was still stood at the sink, and pressing his body into Jon's. 

Jon started at the sudden contact and nearly dropped the glass he was holding.

"Shit, don't do that. You scared me."

"I just turned into a leopard after fucking you in the woods, and this scares you?" Ross replied, amused.

"Your mother is right here," Jon hissed, embarrassed at the sex being mentioned in front of her.

Ross laughed and whispered into his ear.

"She already knows exactly what we were doing, she can smell you on me and vice versa. Besides which baby, you still have leaves in your hair!"

* * * * * * 

Jon had managed to get back to his normal colour and calm by the time dinner came around. He still couldn't quite believe what he had done with Ross, or that his lover was quite so calm discussing it in front of his mum. He was finding that the little quirks of his mate were amusing or arousing and he didn't seem to mind any of it, not even when Ross refused to let him have a shower before dinner so as not to wash off his scent. He had the feeling if he did wash the cat would just insist on marking him again and he didn't think he could cope with any more frantic sex just yet.

The food smelled good and as Trish and Ross laid the table he wandered in the living room, for the first time taking in the photos on the walls. He realised that what he thought were wildlife shots were actually family photos. There were some of them human too, but several were cats, a group of three sat lounging together. Ross's father was almost pure white, his mother a normal sandy colour, and Ross was somewhere in between. 

They looked happy, and for the first time Jon wondered what had happened to the older man. He knew he was dead, Ross had said that much, but not when or how. The most recent photos were all of Ross human, and just him and his mother and Jon would guess the ones with his father in were a good ten years before. He made a mental note to ask about it sometime, hoping Ross would open up to him. It would have been hard to lose his dad when he was just a child.

He was called through and seated next to Ross, who made a point of sitting so his leg could rest against Jon. Trying to ignore the effect the warmth and contact was having on his body Jon made polite conversation, warming to Trish and loving how she interacted with her son, and now with him as he seemed to have been adopted by her already. It must be down to the mate thing.

"I forgot to say mum," Ross piped up as they started on the rich chocolate cake they had for dessert, "the panther Jon and I met was Tilly Arcan."

"Seriously? How was she?"

"I didn't know who she was, Jon only told me a couple of hours ago. She looked fine, if a little tense at the time. I guess that's not surprising. Apparently before I turned up Sam was there as well."

"Lovely boy, that one. And their brother even though he was always getting into trouble. You used to play with Jake when you were a boy."

"I remember," said Ross, seeming to blush slightly.

"I thought you said they were famous, not that you knew them." Jon questioned.

"I don't really know them. Mum and Dad...um...knew their parents, so I got to go to their house when I was little. Well, I say house, but it's a mansion, and it was great for hide and seek. I remember their little brother Jake, but Sam and Tilly are that much older than me I never really had much to do with them. Jake is about four years older than us, they must be at least ten."

"You never explained how he is a wolf and she is panther," Jon reminded him.

Trish looked surprised for a moment. "She was adopted. The Arcans are wolves but they took her in when she was small. They always wanted a daughter and they raised her just as if she was their own, even down to her taking her place running the company."

"She does too, I've not seen her there, but I'm told she's in the office a lot. Maybe I'll get to meet her again. I guess I have to thank her for the job."

Ross narrowed his eyes, taking mock offence. 

"Aren't you forgetting something else you need to thank her for?"

Jon's eyes glittered with his amusement as he teased his mate. 

"I can't think of anything!"

There was a hiss, although Jon figured it was still Ross joking, he knew well that Jon would be eternally grateful for the fact they were together.

"I suppose you think you're being funny? Upstairs, now, because I'm going to wipe that cheeky smile off your face in a way I think we'll both enjoy. Never tease a cat Jon, because we just love to play."

* * * * * *

It was nearly an hour before Jon got his breath and ability to speak back. Ross had been right, he had really enjoyed that, and if it was his lovers idea of a punishment for what he had said, he was going to be cheeky a hell of a lot more often. He'd gone red at what Ross told him right in front of Trish, but by the time he was upstairs he'd forgotten all about her being in the house and now he dearly hoped he hadn't been too loud, while realising there was no way she hadn't heard him moaning and begging, let alone shouting Ross's name at the top of his lungs when he came.

"So, are you going to tell me why you went red at the mention of Jake?" Jon asked, not teasing, but wondering if there was a history.

Ross didn't blush this time, but he did look a little embarrassed.

"He was my first crush. Well, the first one I knew rather than a pop singer or off the tv. When I was like 13 or 14 and trying to figure out why I liked boys and girls. Nothing ever happened, honestly, but I thought he was really cute and I used to daydream about him. It's just a bit embarrassing remembering what I was like at that age."

"You must have grown out of it though, and stopped thinking that way about him."

"I guess so, but it was more that I didn't see him again after dad died. I kind of forgot about all of it until mum mentioned his name, and the sudden memory of being a hormone ridden teenage boy made me squirm!"

Jon laughed. "I'm not so sure you're not still hormone ridden! Why did you stop seeing him though?"

Ross went very quiet, and Jon was sure he'd pushed too far. Ross didn't seem to want to talk about his father in any detail, but it might still feel quite raw sometimes. Jon found himself pulled into a strong embrace, staring into bright blue eyes.

"I wish I could tell you everything baby, I really do, but there's stuff you can't know. The Arcans, well, you already worked it out so there's no real harm done, but we have a society, police, government and rules and regulations to keep our secrets. When the wrong people find out that Weres exist, and they have in the past, it's dangerous for all of us. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me, but I can't tell you about the others."

"That's okay, I understand. Just so long as I have you."

"You have all of me, I promise. I can't live without my mate."

* * * * * *

A few days later, Jon was working, or trying to anyway, as he was aware it was nearly lunchtime and Ross was coming to meet him. It seemed that a whole day was far too long to go without seeing his lover, and the idea of them being mates did make sense to him, now that it had all been explained. He seemed to feel the separation almost as acutely as Ross explained he did. He found it odd that after his initial disbelief and then shock, he had come to accept that Ross could turn into a big cat very easily.

He sighed loudly, noticing it was still ten minutes until he could leave and get some kisses, and trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of him rather than what he could be doing very soon. He was shocked out of both thoughts when a voice came from behind him.

"I'm glad you took my advice."

He turned to see Tilly Arcan behind him and kind of stammered as he jumped to his feet, noticing her starting to laugh.

"I don't expect you to stand to attention," she said, clearly amused.

"Sorry. You surprised me. And I'm glad I took your advice too, I'm learning loads here and it's really useful."

"I'm pleased you enjoy the job, but I was talking about my other advice. I knew you would be very happy with Ross if you two stopped messing around."

Jon blushed. "How do you know that anything has happened?"

She laughed. "I told you, I'm psychic!"

"Right. We both know that's a load of rubbish, but I'm sure I'm not going to get the real answer."

More sure than she could possibly realise, Jon thought. It was probably some weird Were ability that Ross hadn't told him about.

Whatever teasing response he might have got was stopped when Tilly looked off down the office, a puzzled look on her face. Jon turned to see what she had noticed and saw Ross walking towards him, looking just as good as ever.

He felt heat rising in his face as Ross walked up to him and gave him a quick welcoming kiss, but was then surprised as Ross turned to Tilly and gave her a bow, grinning at the confused look still on her face.

"Why didn't I notice that before?" she asked.

"Had it under wraps while I was on the herbs. I knew what you were, although not who. Thank you."

"Not a problem. Jon deserved something good for what we put him through scaring him. Does he..?" she asked, not finishing the question.

"Yes, he knows. He's my mate. I'm afraid he also knows about you and Sam, but I didn't tell him, he worked it out for himself. I didn't explain about what's been going on though, or what that whole incident was about, well as far as I can guess what it was about."

"It's over now, we hope. You don't have to bow to me by the way, I'm only a Second."

Ross smiled. "I show respect where it is due. Knowing what you've done I don't think 'only a Second' cuts it. Besides which, my father was unit and your dad was his Alpha. I should show respect."

Tilly looked even more shocked for a moment.

"You're Seth's son?" she asked.

Ross just nodded as she continued.

"I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault, it was an accident and I still have my mother. Your family came off far worse."

"Sam and I were older though,even Jake had a few years on you."

Jon finally interrupted, most of the conversation having been lost on him.

"If this is one of those things I'm not supposed to know about, can you stop confusing me? Or is there a 'safe' version you can tell me?"

Ross seemed to check with Tilly and received a nod before turning to Jon to explain a little.

"My dad and Tilly's parents were killed in a car crash nearly twelve years ago. I didn't recognise her before but when you told me who we met it all fell into place."

"What's all this unit, alpha and second stuff then, and what happened? Was it something to do with those men in the truck?"

Despite knowing he probably shouldn't ask, Jon blurted that out. The whole incident with the truck had weighed on his mind even before he knew what the people involved had been, and now he was even more curious. 

Ross gave another look to Tilly as if to seek approval, and Jon wondered at this aspect of it all. There was clearly family history there, but on top of that they had some social structure that he didn't understand, and Tilly was higher up the pecking order than his mate. Mind you, she was also ultimately his boss, so that kind of made sense.

"My office," said Tilly.

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