Toy Box: Words Read online

  It was a glorious way to start the day, our last at sea for the next several as we shall be back in Port Royal by the morrow, where I shall post this letter at long last. Cohen says to tell you he is looking forward to your arrival whenever it may be. He says to write that he is hard behind me now, that he has inked your name on my skin with his fingers, that he will speak of you when we lie together tonight, and Bello, my cock is hard, writing this to you now, too, leaking into my breeches, begging for attention. I am imagining both of you inside me, rubbing against each other with every thrust. So full would I be, so aching with my pleasure, my seed would spill though my own cock be untouched, your hands wrapped into Cohen's hair and his steady on your hips, your thighs, your back, holding us all together.

  Even if you should no longer desire my favor, come and join me in this sweet trade. Come and be free. And know that if some grave harm should befall me before we next meet, you will not be alone here, and you will not be abandoned. I beg you put aside your concerns and come to us, Bello, come to me, for I will be here always, waiting with open arms.

  Across time, across oceans, I am forever your friend,

  James Edward

  Katherine's Bounty

  Port Royal, Jamaica

  What to Do On a Friday Night

  By Misa Izanaki

  It was Friday night and Aoi was home by himself with no where to go and nothing to do. Hell must have frozen over or something because that never happened. Okay, it never used to happen, but that was before he got hit by a car and fucked up his knee. Aoi had been mostly apartment-bound ever since. It wasn’t so bad, really, except when he wanted to go out by himself, and then Aoi felt like he was under house arrest. All he needed was one of those tracking things on his ankle.

  Okay, maybe he was being melodramatic. Aya and Itsuki were just worried about him and it wasn’t like Aoi couldn’t go anywhere. He just had to take someone with him. Of course, the one time he felt like taking a walk, no one was home. Aya was off working his cute, little tush off at the diner down the street and Itsuki, well, Aoi wasn’t sure where his foxy man was. That left him stranded, unless he wanted to sneak out. Aoi sighed and flipped on the TV. It was a nice thought, but sneaking out wasn’t really an option unless he wanted to get yelled at and chained to the bed. He surfed through half a dozen channels before turning the television off again. He was restless and there wasn’t anything on TV that would hold his attention for more than a few minutes.

  Aoi brushed a few errant strands of long, dark hair behind a pointed ear and pushed himself off the couch in irritation. He should have been downstairs dancing a full shift at the Body Shop but Kale was keeping Aoi on half schedule just so he wouldn’t push himself or his knee too hard. Aoi was pretty damned sure that Itsuki had had something to do with that. At least he was dancing again, even if that over protective fox of his watched him like a mother bear. It could have been worse, though. Six months ago, Aoi was pretty damned sure that he was never going to strip again.

  And his knee was getting better. Even if it still ached when the weather changed. Stupid accident... That was the last time Aoi ever ran into traffic, even if there were kittens involved.

  “I guess I could clear out the closet.” Aoi sighed again. He hated cleaning, but Aya had asked him to deal with the black hole that he and his lovers called a hall closet. It was something to do. Besides, Aoi was pretty sure that Itsuki had hidden his birthday present in there and this gave him a prime peeking opportunity. How could Aoi pass that up?

  Well, that settled things. Aoi headed to the closet in the short hallway that separated the bedrooms from the living room. He opened the door carefully and peeked inside. Everything in there was balanced just right and pulling one thing out could potentially cover Aoi in an avalanche of books, boxes, winter bedding, and toys. It was risky to go in there, but so worth it, since it was also Itsuki’s favorite place to hide presents.

  Aoi blew a bit of hair out of his eyes and scanned the top shelf of the closet. He caught a glimpse of something vaguely box-shaped that was wrapped in that dark, metallic wrapping paper that his foxy man was fond of using. It was half hidden under another box and the Scrabble game his friend Dante had given him as a gag gift one year. That had to be it. Unless Itsuki was squirreling away Christmas presents a little earlier than usual.

  “Stupid, tall fox...” Aoi pushed himself onto the balls of his feet and reached for the box. It was just out of reach which was probably what Itsuki had wanted. “Okay, new plan.”

  There was another box on the closet floor, probably full of manga by the size and shape of it. Aoi was sure that it would hold his weight. Okay, pretty sure. He tested it with his foot before climbing up. Aoi wanted to peek at his birthday present, but he didn’t want to break anything while doing it. The box was a little wobbly but it held and put Aoi at the perfect peeking height.

  “Aoi!” Itsuki called from the living room. “Sorry I disappeared on you love, but Kale wanted to have a meeting with his bouncers...” Itsuki peered into the hall, his foxy ears twitching in curiosity. “What are you doing?”

  “Um... I felt like playing Scrabble.” Aoi grabbed the game on top of his present and held it out in front of him. Oh, boy, he was in trouble now.

  “Right.” Itsuki didn’t look convinced at all. “You were trying to peek at your birthday present, weren’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  “You don’t play Scrabble either.” Itsuki folded those muscled arms over his broad chest. Nope, he wasn’t buying it, not one bit.

  “No, but I was thinking that a little strip Scrabble might be fun.” Aoi slipped his free arm around Itsuki’s neck and rubbed against those sexy muscles.

  “Strip Scrabble?”

  “Yup, whoever loses the round has to lose a piece of clothing. It’s kind of like strip poker, just with... Scrabble.”

  Itsuki’s ears drooped a little. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I just tossed you on the couch and fucked you cross-eyed?”

  “Yeah, but playing the game is part of the fun.” Aoi nuzzled Itsuki’s cheek and stroked Itsuki’s furry ears with his free hand.

  “Spelling is not fun.”

  “Come on, Itsuki... words can be really sexy.”

  “If you say so.” Itsuki scooped Aoi up and carried him through the living room and into the kitchen. “I still think my plan is better.”

  “Really? So you don’t like it when Aya talks dirty to you?” Aoi trailed his finger through Itsuki’s spiky, sable hair. “Or when I tell you what a sexy fox you are?”

  “I do like that.” Itsuki grinned and whapped Aoi with his tail. “But it also helps that you’re usually naked and rubbing that sweet body against me when you do it.”

  “It’s fine if you don’t want to play with me... I’ll just wait until Aya comes home.” Aoi sat himself across the table from his fox and opened the Scrabble box, fiddling with the pieces. “I’m sure he’ll be game.”

  “I never said I wasn’t willing.” Itsuki rubbed Aoi’s calf with his foot. “I like playing with you. I always have.”

  “Cool!” Aoi bounced as he set up the board. He couldn’t help it; he was kind of excited. Granted, the idea of strip Scrabble had started off as a distraction, but it was turning into a whole lot more. Certain words always turned Aoi on, especially in Itsuki’s low, sexy voice. The trick was getting his fox to say them without laughing.

  It would have been a whole lot easier if Aoi got turned on by words that turned up in normal conversation. But no, weird words made him horny... ‘pirate,’ ‘kumquat,’ and the weirdest one of all: ‘onomatopoeia.’ None of those were terribly sexy, not by a long shot.

  Luckily, there were lots of other things that turned Aoi on, so he could keep his word fetish to himself. Though, it would have been nice to hear either of his lovers whisper dirty things about pirates or kumquats in his ear at least once.

  “Aoi?”

  One of the letter tiles smacked Aoi in the forehead, sta
rtling him out of his thoughts. “Hey!”

  “Stop daydreaming, love.” Itsuki glanced over at Aoi, his tail wagging lazily. “I thought you wanted to play.”

  “I do, I was just... plotting what I’m going to do with you once you’re naked.” Aoi rubbed his hands together. “Mwahaha.”

  “I don’t know. You might be at a slight disadvantage considering that you’re wearing a whole lot less than I am.”

  Damn, Itsuki was right. The kitsune had just come home and was still fully clothed, while Aoi had been sitting around the house in a pair beach shorts and little else. At least Aoi had remembered to put underwear on that morning.

  “We’ll see. I may not be smart, but I am a better speller than you are.”

  “Hrrr, all know is that I’m going to push you over this table and fuck you silly.” Itsuki shoved a big hand into the fake velvet bag and pulled out a hand full of letters. “Well, after you lose, anyway.”

  “And what happens if I win?” Aoi took his time with his letters, pulling them out one at a time and arranging them on his rack.

  “Same thing, just you get to gloat instead of me.” Itsuki picked up his first letter and grinned hungrily at Aoi. “Come on, let’s get naked.”

  ***

  Aoi tapped his fingers on the table, waiting for Itsuki to finish his turn. His kitsune was putting way too much thought into their game. At this rate, they were going to be playing all night, or at least until Aya came home.

  “Do you mind?” Itsuki looked annoyed. Aoi could tell by the way those sable fox ears flicked back.

  “Sorry.” Aoi sat back in his chair, trying not to fidget. It was hard, though. “Oh, will you spell something already?”

  “You’re just mad because I’m winning.”

  “No, you’re just taking too long. And you’re not winning, either.”

  “Really? Who’s closer to being naked?”

  Stupid fox was right. Aoi was ahead technically, since he had managed to win two out three rounds, but he was still losing in the clothing department. He was down to his boxers while Itsuki still had his jeans and underwear on. All because that sneaky fox of his started off with more clothes on and claimed his belt as one of them. Of course, that Double Word Score in the last round with ‘phallic’ didn’t help either. Aoi would have argued the point more, if he didn’t have an ace up his sleeve or, in this case, a ‘q’ in his rack of letters. He just had to figure out what to spell with it.

  “I will be.” Itsuki grinned and put a few more letters down. “‘Pirate’! Beat that.”

  Oh, Aoi loved the way Itsuki said ‘pirate’. Something about the way the word rolled off his kitsune’s tongue with the slight purr on the ‘r’ sent a shiver down Aoi’s spine and straight to his cock. Damn, that was sexy, and very distracting.

  “Aoi.” Itsuki waved his hand in front of Aoi’s face. “Back to earth, love. It’s your turn.”

  “What, sorry, where were we?”

  “You were about to lose.”

  “You wish.” Aoi fished around for a few new letters. He pulled out the tiles and sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do with a ‘k’ and an extra ‘u’? Aoi looked at the board again trying to figure something out. Wait a minute...Oh, perfect. He set down his letters spelling ‘kumquat’. “Take that!”

  Itsuki raised a sable eyebrow in confusion. “What the hell’s a kumquat?”

  Aoi felt his cock twitch. Oh, that sounded even better than ‘pirate’ did. “I-it’s a fruit.”

  “You’re making that up. There’s no such thing as a kumquat.”

  “It looks like an itty bitty orange and tastes like a lemon.”

  “And why do they call it a kumquat?”

  “I don’t know.” Aoi had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. Itsuki probably had no idea how turned on he was. “C-come on, lose the pants.”

  “Kumquat...” Itsuki snickered as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans. “It sounds too dirty to be a fruit.”

  That was all Aoi could take. Scrabble tiles scattered as Aoi climbed over the kitchen table. He grabbed a handful of Itsuki’s spiky, sable hair and kissed his foxy man hard. Aoi closed his eyes as their tongues tangled together. Itsuki wrapped his arms around Aoi’s waist and pulled him closer. Oh, that was something Aoi never got tired of.

  “Hrr, what was that for?” Itsuki nipped at Aoi’s bottom lip.

  “What can I say, I love your voice.” Aoi knelt up on the table with his hands trailing over Itsuki’s chest. “It makes me so horny.”

  “I can tell.” Itsuki slipped his fingers under the waistband of Aoi’s boxers and rubbed against his already straining length. “You’re rock hard.”

  “Mmn, can’t help it.” Aoi lifted his hips, trying to increase the friction against his cock. “Can you say ‘kumquat’ again?”

  “Why ‘kumquat’?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Aoi, tell me.” Itsuki pushed Aoi’s chin up and looked him in the eye.

  “I--” Aoi blushed. Damn Itsuki and those copper-colored eyes of his. His foxy man always had that effect on him, even after all the years they had been together. “It turns me on... that and ‘pirate’.”

  “Pirates?”

  “The word ‘pirate’, jerk.” Aoi swatted at Itsuki’s arm teasingly.

  “Hrr, ‘kumquat’ and ‘pirate’.” Itsuki purred the words slowly, accenting each syllable with a pull on Aoi’s cock. The kitsune grinned and slid a free hand over Aoi’s hip, petting his ass. “You always surprise me, love.”

  Aoi bit his lip and rocked between the hand on his cock and the fingers rubbing against his hole. That, along with the low rumble of Itsuki’s voice in his ear, was more than enough to push Aoi over the edge.

  “Itsuki!” Aoi wrapped his arms around Itsuki’s neck and groaned against that broad, bronzed shoulder as he came. He bucked against Itsuki’s hand, spurting hot come all over the kitsune’s chest.

  Itsuki grinned and nipped at Aoi’s cheek. “Who knew that a few words could get you worked up?”

  “What can I say? I’m easy.” Aoi tweaked his lover’s furry ear. “Thank you.”

  “Hrr, you should have told me sooner.”

  “I thought you’d laugh.”

  “‘Kumquat’ is a weird word to be turned on by.” Itsuki wiped a bit of come from his chest and licked it off his finger. He gave Aoi a long and hungry look. “Any other words I should know about?”

  Aoi swung his long legs over the edge of the table and sat back, leaning on his hands. “Not really... well, there is ‘onomatopoeia’.”

  “O-no-ma- what?”

  “Never mind.” Aoi tugged at the waistband of Itsuki’s boxers, freeing that hard, eager cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking the taut flesh. It was like steel wrapped in suede. Just the thought of that thick prick sliding into him made Aoi hard again. “Mmm, my sexy fox... even if you can’t say ‘onomatopoeia’.”

  “You’ll just have to live with ‘pirate’ and ‘kumquat’, I guess.” Itsuki brought his tail forward and trailed it against Aoi’s thigh.

  It was a dirty trick on Itsuki’s part. That sexy fox knew how much Aoi loved the feel of that soft, dark brown fur against his skin. Well, two could play at that game. Aoi leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the slick tip of Itsuki’s cock.

  There was a low, rumbly growl and Itsuki’s fingers tangled in Aoi’s hair, nudging his head lower. Oh, his foxy man must have liked that. Aoi grinned and lapped at Itsuki’s length again, this time from base to tip.

  “Please, love, no more teasing.” Itsuki glanced down with a hopeful look.

  “I don’t know, teasing you is kind of fun.” Aoi fingered his lover’s heavy balls.

  “Please... with a cherry on top. Or should it be a kumquat?”

  “Very funny.” Aoi pressed a finger against the slit in Itsuki’s cock. “You’re lucky that I love you.”

  “Hrr, I know.” Itsuki tugged one of the slim, steel rings laced through Aoi’s
nipples. “That’s why you’re going to let me carry you to the couch and fuck you.”