Author's note; 18+
I found out the most amazing thing this morning; Eric's eyes are green. And not a yellowish green, but a vivid, fresh green, like grass after a spring shower. Verdant and strong.
I woke up to daylight and the sound of the toilet being flushed. I could feel the remnant heat of Michael's body in the mattress before me and the smooth, taut skin of Eric plastered against my back, his arm snaked about my waist. I also realised that we were very much naked and his hardened length was flush between the globes of my bum. Being very aware of those small facts and the memory of the overwhelming, physical worship my body had experienced the night before, my temperature began to rise rapidly, as did my manhood.
A shadow fell over us and my eyes flickered upward to notice Michael hovering over us with a slightly amused smirk upon his face. He was also very naked and his thick member standing proudly before me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, wondering if I should be very excited or very afraid of the beast before me. "Can you now understand what you do to us, sweetheart?" I heard Eric purr into my ear as he pressed his penis against me as if I didn't already know it was there. A longing moan spilled from my lips before I could prevent it.
"Sadly," Michael said as he cupped himself with a sigh, "as much as I would like to relieve myself within your body," I shivered instantly as the words were spoken, "you need to be able to stand if you are working today."
Eric suckled my neck as Michael spoke, before adding; "Spoilsport."
"Let Alex go," Michael commanded softly and Eric grumbled as he moved away from me. I had to prevent myself from trying to grab him back, my body fully sensitised and needy. But Michael was right, I had a shift at the hospital and couldn't lie in bed all day in between these two gorgeous specimens. "Go take a shower. I'll make some coffee."
I swung my legs out of bed with a yawn and headed to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Naturally, the sound of the water running had me attempting to deal with a bladder issue; I had forgotten how difficult it was to deal with internal plumbing when physically aroused. Having tackled that, I turned to get into the shower, only to yelp in surprise. A naked, grinning Eric was standing before me, his eyes practically devouring me. I felt my member pulse as did my heart as I stood, unable to move.
"Weren't you supposed to be taking a shower?" He teased and took my wrists into his hand and lead me beneath the spray. I followed without resistance, only to be pressed against the tiles by his firm body. I groaned, completely unable to do anything but submit to his dominance. His mouth fell over mine and he lead the dance of our lips and tongues, pressing me deeply into this kiss until my mind fell utterly blank. His member rubbed against mine and I whimpered as the pleasure cut through me.
I succumbed to the temptation immediately, rutting against him as his fingers stroked down my back and around my buttocks. His fingers quickly sought their prize and dived into me, the slight burn doing little to distract me as I continued to rock against him, chasing an elusive peak. His tongue mimicked our movements, thrusting into my mouth as his fingers slipped in and out of my arse and as I moved against him. Again, I felt him press against something within my inner walls that caused the pleasure to spike.
"Right there," I managed to gasp.
"Oh, do you like that?" He asked, purring deeply as he touched it again. "Do you like me touching you there?"
"Yes," I groaned, stretching the word out for a couple of seconds as he pressed and stroked that tiny spot inside me. My rutting increased in pace, I was hardly coherent as I stood upon the precipice of my orgasm. "Eric," I cried out almost pleadingly, not knowing how to push myself that tiny step forward and gain release.
His free hand slipped around to grab our members together firmly and began to stroke both together. "Come," he whispered into my ear, his thumb teasing the head of my shaft as his fingers pressed against my prostate. I cried out as I fell, my seed pouring from me and coating us both and still he stroked us. His fingers slipped from me and he pressed me against his body as his tongue demanded entry into my mouth. And then I felt his release warm my stomach as he groaned while still kissing me.
It took several moments to descend from our personal heights and Eric grabbed some shower gel, pouring a little into my hand, before pouring some into his own. The resulting lather was caressed over my skin and so I followed suit, washing him as he washed me. He turned the water off after we were clean and wrapped a towel quickly about himself before placing one over my shoulders. He then sat on the toilet seat and pulled me forward until I straddled him, before rubbing the towel over my body and chasing the remnant droplets of water from my skin.
I was feeling a little light headed and simply watched his face filled with concentration for his task of drying me. He must have felt me staring for he suddenly looked up and smiled at me. I found myself blinking as I realised something was different. Eric's eyes. I could see the colour of Eric's eyes and they were green.
"Amazing," I murmured softly to myself, but of course he heard. Werecats have excellent hearing, even better than that of wolves, although a wolf cannot be beaten in their sense of smell.
"I know I am," Eric purred smugly. "But it's nice of you to say so." I began to blush and giggles escaped me.
We headed to my bedroom to dress. Eric had bought spare underwear before he had purchased the dim sum the night before and I still had his T-shirt to hand. He was right, it was very tight on him, but that just meant that I was able to enjoy the lines of his body for longer. He threw on the jeans he was wearing the day before, while I grabbed some clothes from my wardrobe and placed them onto the bed, before reaching into my chest of drawers for underwear. Eric fingered the small labels on the clothes.
"Why do you have your clothes labelled with colours?" He asked and I paused at the question. Had I not spoken of it yet? I tried to wrack my brain, but seeing as I couldn't come up with any answers, I simply told him the truth outright.
"I can't see in colour."
He wrapped his arms around me and buried his nose into my neck. "Sweetheart," he murmured. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I thought I had," I replied, honestly, returning his embrace. "It was one of the abilities I lost when I came out of the coma." His hold on me tightened as I mentioned my long sleep. "It's okay, I'm okay." He let me go long enough to dress, before taking my hand and walking by my side to the kitchen, where he sat down upon a chair and dragged me into his lap.
"Hey what's wrong?" Michael asked as he placed two cups of coffee onto the table. "I would have thought that after the length of time you two spent in the bathroom, you would be glowing, not pouting." I blushed instantly. Of course he would figure out what we were doing in there. I couldn't regret it though, well I could regret Michael not being in there with us. "Oh don't worry," he added as if he could read my mind. "I will join you both next time."
Eric then explained about my disability, his face buried into the nape of my neck and arms entrapping me. Michael simply sighed and ran his fingers gently down the side of my face. "I was wondering when you were going to let us know," Michael said, simply. "You did say that your sense of taste was just one of the things that you lost. I am assuming your ability to feel emotions and the colour loss were the others?" I nodded in agreement. "Anything else?"
"No," I shook my head, leaning into his touch. "There's been improvements though. In fact the first thing I noticed about you were the colour of your eyes." Michael looked startled and then smiled. "But it doesn't mean I can see all blue things, just your eyes." I blushed, suddenly unable to meet said piercing spheres.
"And what about me?" Eric asked, hopefully.
"Your hair," I admitted. "I've also been able to see the orange fur upon your tiger and just this morning, I came to realise that your eyes are green." Eric seemed very pleased with my answers, but I didn't want Michael to think that I had noticed him any less so added; "I've seen Michael's wolf's yellow eyes and although I am not sure, the colours of your wolf seem richer than the grey tones I usually see about me."
"My wolf is of silver tones," he said, warmly. "I am glad that we have been able to bring back some of the colour into your world."
"Me too," I agreed, leaning into Eric's hold. These two men had brought so much more into my world than they had realised. Colour and taste was seemingly low upon the list. Acceptance, warmth, fun and laughter, but more importantly, love.
Author's note; was that last line a bit too cheesy? Tempted to alter.