More Than Strange

Word: Cataglottism- kissing with tongue

Two weeks passed after Harry’s last visit. Nick was too busy focusing on a new case, this time a normal one with no Wesen showing up. Nick had been tempted to go over to Harry’s house, but he refrained. He needed time to wrap his head around there being more to the world he had been thrust into six months ago when Aunt Marie died. And he had checked all the books in the trailer, words that he had glossed over or had seemed blurry, now making more sense or become sharp and in focus; after Harry’s revelation of the Magical World.  

Then he found himself outside Harry’s small clapboard house, knocking on the door. And Harry answered it, not seeming surprised at Nick’s reappearance at his door. But Nick sure as hell was surprised at the small boy on his hip, hair and eyes changing colors before settling on messy black and big grey eyes; looking a lot like Nick when he had been a baby. Harry gave him a distracted smile, “Don’t mind Teddy. He’s still learning how to control his power.” Before letting Nick into his home, and closing the door behind him.  

“You have a son?” Nick blurted out, hurt. Harry looked at him again, green eyes seeming to look straight through Nick, like usual.  

“No. Teddy’s my godson, and I just finished adopting him last year when his Grandmother died,” Harry explained softly. Setting the toddler down and letting the little boy toddle off into the living room in search of toys. “I told you last time, there was a War and Teddy’s parents died in it, but not before naming me his Godfather.”  

Nick felt like an ass, of course he remembered now. “Sorry, completely forgot that you told me,” he apologized. Harry grinned at him, a dimple flashing on his left cheek.   And that was Nick’s breaking point. He swiftly had Harry lightly pinned against the hallway wall, his larger form covering Harry’s slighter one. Harry looked up at him calmly, green eyes darkening with lust. Nick didn’t give him another second, just slanted his mouth over Harry’s and let all the pent up lust he had been feeling for over a month be unleashed.  

Tongues moved and rubbed against each other, give and take, equal. Soft moans were fed into hard, demanding mouths; hard bodies grinded against each other. Harry wrapped his arms around Nick’s shoulders, a leg hooked over his hip. A noise came from the living room, the sound of a toy being thrown, pulled them away from each other. Lips swollen, wet, and red from the fierce kissing, both of them gasping for breath.  

“I should check on Teddy,” Harry rasped breathlessly, voice full of lust and desire. Nick nodded silently, trying to wrangle in his control. He stepped back, letting the slighter man pass him. “Oh, and Nick? I hope we can continue that at a later time.”