Theo and Ryan

Theo’s body is tense long before his mind catches up.

The restraints bite just enough to remind him that this was his idea that he had agreed to be left completely bare, his dark fur uncovered, every inch of him exposed while he stayed still and watched. At the time, it sounded exciting. Now it feels like punishment.

His ears are pinned back, breath uneven behind the gag as his eyes follow Ryan’s every movement. Without fabric or gear to hide behind, every shift of his body feels noticeable. Ryan doesn’t rush. He moves with the same familiarity he always uses with Theo.

Ryan’s voice is calm, almost gentle.

“Relax,” he murmurs, not looking at Theo at all. “There’s no hurry.”

Theo lets out a muffled sound, twisting uselessly against the restraints. His tail won’t stop moving, heat coils tight in his body, nowhere to go, every nerve screaming.

Ryan glances over his shoulder briefly, just enough to catch the sight. “Look at you,” Ryan says softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Already struggling.”

Theo’s eyes burn. He shakes his head, another desperate sound forced out around the gag, his gaze locked on Ryan now accusing, pleading, needy.

Ryan chuckles low. “I know,” he continues. “This is hard for you.”

He turns back again, attention deliberately elsewhere, fully claimed by the other man now. His hands move with familiar confidence, sliding lower, gently caressing his cock, making sure Theo could feel it even though he was just watching.

Theo’s chest heaves. He arches instinctively, frustration spilling over into something humiliating. His muffled noises grow louder, more frantic, his eyes shining with envy and want.

Ryan speaks again, almost conversational. “He gets like this when he wants attention,” he says casually. “Always has.”

Theo whimpers sharply, shaking his head again, trying to pull against the restraints just to be noticed. His gaze flicks desperately between Ryan’s face and what he’s being forced to watch, his body trembling with effort.

Ryan finally looks at him fully. “And you knew this would happen,” Ryan adds calmly. “Didn’t you?”

Theo’s response is immediate a broken, desperate sound, his tail lashing, body contorting as much as the restraints allow. He can’t speak. Can’t argue. Can’t do anything except beg with his body.

Ryan steps closer now. “But don’t worry,” Ryan says quietly, almost kindly. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Ryan’s fingers brush under Theo’s chin, lifting his face just enough to force eye contact. “You just have to wait.”

Theo’s eyes squeeze shut for a second before snapping open again, glossy and desperate. All pride is gone now. All that’s left is want. He doesn’t want to be left out.

He wants both of them.

The irritation clings to Theo like heat trapped under fur. Ryan’s voice still echoes in his head too casual like he hadn’t just brushed off something important. Theo stalks away from the barns toward the open side of the ranch, boots crunching softly against the dirt, ears pinned back in annoyance. He hates how easily Ryan gets under his skin. Hates even more that Ryan knows it.

That’s when he notices him. The new ranch hand stands near the fence line, alone, posture relaxed, clearly taking in the place. Theo slows without meaning to. His irritation shifts into something more indulgent.

Theo smooths his expression, letting his shoulders relax as he approaches, slipping easily into charm. “You look bored,” he says lightly, voice smooth as he comes to a stop close enough to be felt without touching. “Already regretting taking this job?”

He tilts his head, studying the man’s face openly. There’s something satisfying about being looked at without having to fight for it. Theo steps closer, invading space, his fingers lifting to brush along a thigh as if by accident. The contact steadies him.

“Work can get repetitive out here,” Theo continues, tone casual, intimate. “But some parts make it worth staying.”

His hand rises, fingertips tracing up to the man’s jaw, thumb brushing along his cheek in a soft gesture. Theo watches closely, eyes half-lidded, searching for signs of interest, of attention being fully on him. His tail sways behind him, small and quick, betraying how much better this already feels.

He leans in, nose close, voice dropping. “So,” he murmurs, “are you liking it so far?”

The answer doesn’t need to be spoken. Theo feels it in the way the moment tightens, in the heat crawling under his skin. He exhales slowly, pleased, suddenly very aware of his own body, of how exposed he feels standing out here in the open with half the ranch nearby.

His tail won’t stop moving now.

Then, of course.

“Well, that explains the mood.” Ryan’s voice drifts in from behind, amused and unmistakably pleased.

Theo stiffens, ears flicking back. He pulls his hand away just enough to turn his head, eyes narrowing. Ryan stands a few steps away, arms crossed, gaze moving from Theo’s flushed expression to the obvious closeness of the situation.

Ryan’s grin spreads slowly. “Didn’t realize I was missing the show.”

Theo scoffs. “You always show up at the worst time.”

Ryan raises a brow. “Funny. From where I’m standing, this looks like excellent timing.”

Theo straightens, clearly irritated now but instead of backing away, he leans back into the moment. His fingers return to the man’s thigh, his body angling closer as if daring Ryan to comment.

“I thought you were busy.” Theo says coolly.

Ryan's eyes turn to Theo's paw touching another man's thigh. “Guess we were looking at the same thing.”

That makes Theo pause. He glances at Ryan, then back again, realization clicking into place. Theo’s lips curl slightly as an idea forms.

He turns his attention fully back, voice soft, sweet. “Ignore him,” Theo murmurs. “He gets like this when he feels left out.”

Ryan chuckles, clearly entertained. “You’re making it obvious.”

“Good,” Theo snaps back, throwing Ryan a sideways glance. “Maybe you’ll remember what you were taking for granted.”

He steps closer again, tail flicking with intent. “Besides,” he adds lightly, “it’s not like I’m doing anything wrong.”

Ryan’s smile only widens. “Not wrong,”

Theo huffs, annoyed and pleased. If Ryan wants to watch, fine. If he wants to be jealous, even better.

Theo lifts his chin, eyes sharp with challenge. “If this is going to turn into a problem,” he says coolly, “say it now.”

Ryan doesn’t. He just steps closer, joining the space rather than breaking it.

Theo feels the attention settle fully on him from both sides. Exactly where he wants it.

The chair is placed at the foot of the bed, Ryan settles into it, legs spread, elbows resting on the armrests like this is a show arranged just for him. His eyes never leave the mattress.

Theo, on the other hand, claims the bed.

He sits closer to the edge than the middle, posture proud, ears high despite the nervous tension coiling through him.

“You’re watching,” Theo says without looking at Ryan, already annoyed. “That was the deal. Don’t interrupt.”

Ryan hums, amused. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Theo turns his attention back, gaze narrowing, possessive. His tone shifts less defensive now, more commanding.

“Come here,” he orders, tapping the mattress beside him. “No, closer than that.”

He waits just long enough to make it clear he expects obedience.

“That’s better. I didn’t say you could rush.” His ears twitch. “Hands where I can see them.”

Ryan leans back, watching Theo come into himself. This version of him, bossy, demanding, clearly enjoying the attention has always been Ryan’s favorite.

Theo’s fingers slide forward, he tilts his head, studying reactions with a satisfied look.

“Look at you,” Theo murmurs. “All focused already.”

He shifts, one knee pressing into the bed, asserting control. Slowly, he lifts his paw, drawing two fingers up until they rest against the other man’s lips.

“Open,” Theo says simply.

Ryan exhales a quiet laugh from the chair. “You really like being in charge,” he notes.

Theo shoots him a warning glance. “You wanted to watch. So watch.”

His attention snaps back, expression smug now, tail swaying with intent as he presses his fingers forward, testing boundaries, enjoying the way the moment stretches.

“Use your mouth,” Theo continues, voice firm. “Exactly how I say.”

He leans in, eyes locked, ears angled forward in satisfaction. “And don’t forget, I decide when this goes any further.”