Loonatics Undressed, Kyell Gold [great books for teens .txt] 📗

familiar now, giving him the warm comfort of familiarity as he licked his way up and down, sliding his lips over the skin and thinking he should make the most of them, since Rev didn’t have any himself.

A feathered hand rubbed behind his ears, and he heard the roadrunner’s whispered patter, “That feels great Tech I love the way you do that thing with your tongue ohhhh yeah that one you’re pretty good with that uhh ohh yeah I’m gonna try to keep it slow but no promises you’re gettin’ me pretty excited here…” True to his word, his muscles quivered with restraint, and his shaft was still pushing into Tech’s muzzle and back out again fast, but nowhere near as fast as he was capable of. Tech pushed a paw up into the feathers covering the roadrunner’s stomach and applied his tongue harder, rubbing and licking up the taste of him, his tail thumping the ground as he felt a different kind of warmth. Again, he wondered, why? Just doing a favor for a friend, right?

Before he had time to think about it, the room was lit with a flash of light, and the single least welcome voice in all of Acmetropolis was saying his name. “Hey, Tech, when you said ‘add a—’”

Tech lifted his mouth and turned to his left. Duck’s figure, lined in red, stared at them both for another second before he vanished with another flash.

“Shit.” He looked up at Rev. The roadrunner’s erection was already drooping in his paw.

“Well nobody can kill a mood like Duck I always say.” Rev was still looking off at the space where Duck had been.

“Sorry,” Tech said, staying on his knees. “I guess I killed the mike… he must have been trying to call from the danger room. Shit.”

“Oh well it was bound to get out sooner or later I guess.” Rev shrugged lightly.

“So… what now?” The warmth had fled. Tech felt a swelling sensation of shame in his chest, the feeling of being “found out” that he always dreaded, the feeling he got in grad school when one of his inventions didn’t work, the feeling he got when his mother walked in on him in the kitchen after he’d dropped a dozen eggs on the floor, the feeling he’d worked his life to avoid.

Rev chuckled. “We got probably five more minutes so you can finish up there and then we just go about our business and if we have to talk to Duck we will.”

“Finish…” Tech gaped up at the grinning beak, and realized that Rev was getting hard again.

“Sure why not you know Duck may be able to kill a mood but I’m pretty good at getting it back and it won’t take too long and anyway you owe me one.”

Tech looked warily at the space where Duck had been. “You sure?”

“Nah but I figure nothing worse can happen so I might as well get my blow job eh?”

“You know, that makes an odd kind of sense.” Tech shook his head. What worse could happen? He licked Rev’s member and then closed his lips around it again. Duck could fetch the whole team, but he would think Tech and Rev would have gotten dressed immediately. Besides which, he was much more likely to keep the information to himself until he figured out a way for it to be useful to him. And if Duck had to figure something out, that meant they had at least an hour.

Rev whispered down to him again, encouraging him as he started to slide his muzzle along the smooth, hard length, licking it and feeling the ripples in Rev’s feathers as the bird twitched with every lick and stroke. Before long, he was thrusting again, and faster, and although Tech tried to hold the roadrunner’s rear to slow him down, he pushed back against the coyote’s paw with the same force he was pushing forward into the long muzzle.

Tech waited to hear the whispered, “Closer… closer,” and grinned when he did. As Rev squawked and pushed hard into him, his hips a thrum of pleasure, Tech’s tail wagged against the floor, and he closed his eyes to greet the warm splash on his tongue.

He helped Rev pull up his pants when he’d finished, and got his own uniform in order, and he’d just reached out to turn the lights back on when Rev surprised him by wrapping slender arms around him and poking a kiss at his muzzle. “Don’t worry about Duck we’ll handle him and anyway what are they gonna do if they do find out?”

“Kick us off the team?” He returned the embrace, reaching a paw down to stroke the roadrunner’s tail feathers.

“That’s okay we could just form our own super-team then and honestly y’know even if it weren’t for the sex you’d be the guy I’d want to form my own super-team with Tech.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Same here.”

“Just gonna go freshen up,” Rev whispered. Tech flicked on the lights with a clench of his power, but the roadrunner was already gone.

“Oh, Tech,” Duck called across the room. “Have you finished working on my power-assisted flying cape yet?”

Tech gritted his teeth. “Not yet,” he growled. “It’s a tricky design.”

“How come he gets a flying cape?” Ace said. “I told you to work on the Scrambler the Ringmaster was usin’. We gotta figure out how that t’ing woiks.”

“I know, Ace,” Tech said. “I, uh, reached a dead end, and Duck’s project sounded like…” He took a deep breath. “Fun.”

Ace gave him a long look and then shrugged. “Okay, you’re da whiz. Just don’t let that slide.”

“Oh,” Duck said, “Tech’s not letting anything slide. Is he, Rev?”

“I never know what you’re talking about when you’ve been drinking,” Rev said shortly.

“I have not been drinking, and I’d think you should be more polite to me!”

Duck’s fists were clenched. Tech shot a warning glance to Rev and got a wink back, which Duck didn’t see because Ace had stepped into