Two Bird Guys Meet and Possibly Do It

Mick sat in the caravan, sucking a lollipop and perching on his bed. Tobias had told him to stop doing that to the furniture, but he couldn't help but feel like it was his right.

He stretched his long, black wings and sighed contentedly. He should go out and sun them soon; the weather was nice, and he didn't need anymore feathers littering the caravan floor.

Grisha walked inside, a doctors coat on and a bag slung over his shoulder. As he entered, he didn't notice anything strange. Instead, he set his things on the spare bed, before he turned around and screamed. A loud shriek, like he had seen some sort of horrible beast.

He was visibly shaking, his pale skin beginning to become slick with sweat.

"I..." he said, his accent noticeable even in that one word. "I...no bird."

His thin, frail face looked sickly, suddenly.

Mick, who had knocked over a lantern and a pile of candy wrappers in his surprise, stood up proudly and flexed as wings as far as he could in the confined space of the caravan.

"Sure I ain't no bird!" he exclaimed, bowing. "I'm far better than that--a man who can fly. I've got God's greatest gift.

"You scared me something awful, man--are you knew? I've never seen you around." He leaned against the new man's shoulder, grinning. "You made me almost swallow my lollipop, you know--you should buy me a new one. Or maybe just lick mine..." He winked, then laughed obnoxiously.

How could this happen? How could he get the worst roommate ever? How was this even possible? Grisha didn't know what to think. He just blinked, feeling a drop of sweat fall off his nose.

"...you bird." he said quietly, looking away. He snuck glances, wincing every time. No, this was too horrible. He could hardly look at himself in the mirror, how was he supposed to stare at his roommate every day?

Mick enveloped them both in his wings, grinning.

"You impressed?" he asked, slipping a hand down to Grisha's butt. "I know I'd be, if I were land-bound. Share a bed tonight and I'll show you plenty of other things they're good for."

In reality, Mick was a virgin and had no idea what wings were good for in bed, but he thought it sounded cool and sexy.

He screamed, shoving at Mick and clawing his way out of the feather trap. He ended up falling don the stairs of the caravans, and landing in a rather uncomfortable position. He checked his clothes immediately, to make sure they still covered up the bandages around his chest.

He stood up and dusted himself off, feeling his face turn red.

"I am sorry!" he said, walking back up the stairs. "You scare me, I did not...please, forgive!"

Mick moved closer, chuckling.

"How about you give me something to apologize? Say, some candy...or sex." He winked, trying to make it obvious.

He backed away, almost losing his footing and falling again. He grabbed the frame of the caravan door, steadying himself. With his free hand, he slicked back his long, blond hair.

"I have candy," he said, smiling a tiny bit. "But is for patients only. I am doctor."

He licked his lips.

"Then give me a checkout. Right. Now." He ran a hand over Grisha's chest, groping his butt with the other.

He managed to not scream this time, only yelp as he ducked under his arms to go fetch his doctors bag. He wished he wasn't, but he was used to being groped. Being a feminine man, letalone a doctor, was a dangerous thing to be in Russia. He pulled out his stethoscope, wrapping it around his neck.

"Remove shirt," he said, turning back to Mick. It was then he realized he'd have to touch him. He'd have to touch the birdman. "...oh."

Pulling Grisha inside and shutting the door, Mick sat down on his bed and removed his suspenders.

"Go on--relieve me, Doctor." He winked, as though he had done this before.

He pulled up Mick's shirt, placing the cold metal end of the stethoscope against his chest. He listened to his heart beat, which did not sound normal in the slightest. Though it did, however, sound all too familiar. Much like his own. He swallowed nervously, attempting to smile.

"Is all normal," he replied, turning around and bending over to reach into his doctor's bag. "I will give you good patient treat, yes."

Mick slipped the doctor's hand into his pants.

"Go on ahead, then--give me a treat."

Grisha stared at him for quite some time, very unsure of what to do or how to respond. Then, slowly, he removed his hand and took a lollipop from his bag, handing it over to Mick.

"...this treat," he explained quietly. "I...leave, now."

He turned to leave the tent, thoroughly unhappy with his new tent partner.

Mick grabbed him and pulled him close.

"No," he said, frowning. "You're gonna give me a treat." He popped the lollipop into his mouth and stuck his hand down the doctor's pants.

The awkward silence once again permeated the caravan. Grisha felt his face turn red, though he wasn't particular unused to scenarios similar to this. However, he was more used to the bullies bursting into horrible laughter and beating the shit out of him.

It didn't look like Mick was going to do this, unfortunately.

"...I did," he said quietly, attempting to get away from Mick by stepping backwards. Instead, he ended up tripping and falling onto his bed.

He gritted his teeth, feeling the stubs of his wings jam painfully into his back. Almost immediately, he felt blood begin to pour down his back, again. He tried to reach behind to see if it was bleeding, but his doctor's coat felt wet already.

Mick's face turned a deep shade of red; he had felt the doctor's skin. It was lovely and soft and smooth, uch unlike his hands.

He climbed on top of the helpless man, trapping him with his wings.

"Are you a virgin?" he snickered, but his smile was kind. "Haven't you done this before? Maybe with a lady?" He tried to slip his talon-like hand underneath Grisha's shirt, wanting to touch his skin again.

"Stop!" He shouted suddenly, his face red and flushed. He desperately shoved at Mick, as blood soaked his coat. He could feel the material cling to his skin, but worse, he could feel the stubs on his back begin to twitch. They were growing faster. The more stressed he got, the more they grew.

He panted heavily, trying desperately to stop Mick from reaching the bandages on his torso.

Mick frowned deeply, surprised.

"What's wrong? I'm only trying to have some fun." He touched Grisha's face instead, contenting himself with the softness of his cheek. "Don't tell me you're afraid of sex? Or maybe just sex with a gypsy?" He laughed somewhat bitterly.

"I swear, we're not as kinky as you'd think. Gentle and all, just anyone else decent."