Hunting for Clay

by N. J. Nielsen

  Table of Contents

  Hunting for Clay

  blurb

  copyright

  dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  About the Author

  Trademarks Acknowledgment

  MLR Press Authors

  GLBT RESOURCES

  Hunting for Clay

  N.J. NIELSEN

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  Two years have passed since Clay and Hunter met on that fateful morning in Tello’s Diner. Getting passed the fact Clay was stalking Marlowe was the easy part. Clay Montgomery’s life changed for the better the day he found the man who was meant to be the other half of him. Hunter understood him well, and knew how to give him exactly what he needs to be happy. Hunter Weldon knows what he wants, and just how to get it. For two years he has loved the man in his arms and now it was time to up the ante.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright 2012 by N.J. Nielsen

  All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

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  ebook format ISBN#978-1-60820-602-5

  Issued 2012

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  Dedicated to

  My family, who puts up with my madness.

  And to Embry, Erica, and Z, who kept me sane.

  Chapter One

  Hunter poked his head around the doorframe, making sure Clay and Marlowe were nowhere in sight as he headed to the bedroom Marlowe shared with Angelo. He needed to talk to Angelo without his cousin or Clay finding out. In the two years they had all been sharing a house he had learnt that his cousin could not keep a secret if his life depended on it; especially since he and Clay had become best buddies—the whole Clay stalking Marlowe thing was now put behind them. So much had happened in the past two years since Marlowe had finally won the heart of his straight boy. Hunter often cringed when he remembered how Marlowe and Angelo’s relationship had almost been destroyed before it even had a chance to begin. It took Clay to help them sort it out. Angelo’s possessions had slowly been transferred to their house, until in the end Angelo was living with them.

  Knocking quietly on the door, he waited until Angelo told him to enter. Marlowe and Clay were gossiping in the kitchen. Hunter shook his head. Where else would they be? The kitchen seemed to be their favourite place when they were both home and not working. Marlowe was probably still teaching Clay all about his job, because he was now getting more work than he could handle and was trying to woo Clay into joining him. Uncle Skye had already given the go-ahead to hire him.

  “Come in,” Angelo’s voice sounded muffled.

  Slipping into the room he gestured to the bedspread being used. “Marlowe?”

  Angelo grimaced. “Actually it was Dimmy; he thought it was hilarious. He got his friend to send it to us.” The cover was white covered in multi-coloured hearts of various sizes. “Marlowe loves it.”

  “Lucky you,” Hunter grinned.

  Angelo rolled his eyes. “I can ask Dimmy to get you one.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  Angelo raised one eyebrow in the, Oh wouldn’t I? look.

  “Okay, what are you really doing in my room? I know you didn’t come in to take the piss out of of me because our bedspread.”

  Hunter ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I kinda need your help. I am trying to organise Clay’s present for Valentine’s Day.”

  “Um, you do realise Valentine’s is still a month away, right?”

  “Yes, dumbarse,” Hunter growled. “But I want to make it special since he is feeling kind of down. Seeing as Valentine’s is also his birthday, I wanted to make up for his family telling him how he still wasn’t welcome at home. Well he is, but not with me.”

  “You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?”

  Hunter shrugged. “Maybe. His family was fine with him being gay – until he moved in with me. I think they were hoping it was some kind of phase.”

  “It’s not your fault. At least his parents aren’t as crazy as mine. I can see my brother running away soon. Dimmy is nearly eighteen now and he won’t put up with their crap much longer.”

  “Will we need to clean out the spare room?” Hunter asked.

  He watched as Angelo took some time to think about it. “I don’t know, but maybe we should do it to be on the safe side.”

  “I suppose it would be good to set it up for a spare room regardless. You never know who might turn up.”

  Hunter didn’t say anything else, and as he walked out of Angelo’s bedroom he bumped into Clay walking through the lounge room with the dog lead in his hand. “Are you going somewhere?”

  “Mar and I are taking the dogs for a walk,” he said as he kissed Hunter’s cheek and kept walking out to the kitchen. “We will be back in an hour or so.”

  “Okay. Angelo and I are going to clean out the spare room.”

  Clay froze in his tracks. “Why?”

  “He thinks Dimmy may want to come and stay for awhile. So I suggested we clean out the spare room.”

  Clay nodded. “Do you need me and Mar to stay and help?”

  “No babe, you take Ziggy and Droogie for their walk. Angelo and I can bring it all into the lounge and when you guys get back we can sort through it and figure out what we want to keep or get rid of.”

  “Okay, I’ll let Mar know.” Clay blew him another kiss before leaving.

  “He’s in a happier mood,” Angelo commented as he joined Hunter in the lounge room.

  “Dog walking. Those two are obsessed with walking those dogs.” Hunter shook his head as he headed up the hall to the small spare room. It was a job he was dreading as it was filled with the excess stuff from all of them. Groaning, he picked up the first box and carried it back out to the lounge room.

  “I can’t believe you let Clay sucker you into getting another dog,” Angelo teased.

  Hunter snorted. “You started it. I just got sick of listening to them argue over who was going to hold the damn lead.” He winked at Angelo. “And besides, Clay has ways of being very convincing when he wants something.”

  Angelo burst out laughing. “That is TMI, my friend.”

  “You’re only jealous.” Hunter grinned as they got to work.

  § § § §

  Clay’s grip tightened on Ziggy’s leash as he and Marlowe entered the park. He loved coming here because it was so freeing and he could relax and forget about the real world for awhile.

  “You’re quiet,” Marlowe said as they unclasped the dogs’ leads and let them run around on the common.

  Clay threw the tennis ball before Ziggy and Droogie took off after it. “Trying to think through some things.”

  “Is it your family again?”

  Clay si
ghed. “Yeah, they’re trying to guilt me because I decided I would rather spend my birthday-slash-Valentine’s Day with my partner and not them. They don’t realise how much it hurt me last year when they wouldn’t let Hunter join us for dinner.” He picked up the ball and threw it again. “On the phone yesterday, Dad actually told me he was fine with me being gay as long as he didn’t have to acknowledge it, or see it. To me it’s like saying I can be gay and part of the family as long as I never have a boyfriend or sex.”

  “That is seriously fucked up.” Marlowe knelt down and rubbed his fingers through Droogie’s fur as he came back with the ball. “Why does family have to be that way? Angelo’s parents still won’t let him have contact with Dimmy, but it hasn’t stopped them from exchanging messages.” He reached out and patted Clay’s arm. “Is it the whole family or only your immediate family?”

  Plonking down on the ground, Clay hugged Ziggy to him. The Staffie was all in for some loving as he climbed onto Clay’s lap. “I think my brother Jayden would still talk to me, but he’s a little afraid of crossing Dad. And I think Mum would be okay with it, but she would never go against Dad either.”

  Marlowe leaned over and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “You have us. Me, Angel, and Hunter — we can be your family.”

  Clay grinned as he bumped his shoulder against Marlowe’s side. “Even if I did start out as your stalker?”

  Marlowe threw his head back and laughed. “In the beginning, Hunter believed you were nothing but a figment of my imagination, as he never saw you until that day in the Tello’s.”

  Clay grinned. “It was the best day of my life. I always thought you were hot, but Hunter was…he was perfect.” Clay shivered, “I couldn’t believe how good looking he was and he genuinely seemed to like me right from the start. And I could be myself around him. I never had that before.”

  They watched as the dogs left them to chase each other. “So everything’s going good between you two?” Marlowe asked.

  Clay nodded. “Yeah, great, and it keeps getting better every day. I get the feeling he’s feeling guilty over the way my parents are acting. I keep telling him it doesn’t matter, but he seems to think differently. He keeps telling me it’s okay if I want to go out with my family for my birthday. He says he won’t be hurt by it. I can’t seem to make him understand how it will hurt me if he isn’t there. He means more to me than my family. I mean, at least he accepts me for who I am and doesn’t want me to change. It means the world to me and makes me love him more with every breath I take.”

  “That is so fricken sweet,” Marlowe said as he stood up and dusted the grass off of his backside. “Come on, we’ve been gone for nearly an hour. Let’s get the babies home and see if we can convince the guys to take us out to dinner. I’m starving.”

  “What do you fancy?” Clay leant down and attached Ziggy to his lead

  Marlowe grimaced. “Nothing with turkey, chicken, ham, or seafood. I have had enough of those over the past month to last me until next Christmas.”

  Clay knew that feeling well; Marlowe and Hunter’s family where big on the whole lots and lots of food at family gatherings. It hit him then that it didn’t matter that his own family didn’t accept him with Hunter in his life, he already had a family because Hunter and Marlowe’s extended family welcomed him with open arms. Taking a deep breath, he headed home with Marlowe. “So, Chinese it is then.”

  Marlowe laughed. “Only if you want to be gassed out all night. You know Chinese gives Hunter the farts.”

  “Yup, totally forgot about Hunter’s little gas problem. How about Italian? Garlic breath won’t matter if we both eat it.”

  § § § §

  Hunter looked up from where he sat on the floor as he heard Clay and Marlowe come home.

  “Holy fuck!” Marlowe yelled out as he stared at the stuff scattered about the living room. “It looks like a second hand shop exploded in here. What the hell happened?”

  “We cleaned out the spare room,” Angelo answered

  “I can see that, babe.” Marlowe rolled his eyes. “What I want to know is, why?”

  Hunter looked at Clay who was blushing profusely. “Sorry, I forgot to tell him. We got sidetracked talking.”

  “Tell me what?” Marlowe put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot on the floor as he waited.

  “Settle petal, we are going through this crap and setting up the spare room in case Dimmy needs a place to crash,” Hunter answered his cousin.

  Marlowe sounded as if he was in total shock. “Dimmy’s moving in?”

  Angelo shook his head. “No, it is a precaution, in case it does happen. It is a feeling I have. So we decided we should be ready for anything.”

  “Well I suppose it puts an end to going out for Italian,” Marlowe said as he opened up the closest box to him.

  “We could always order something to pick up,” Angelo suggested.

  Everyone said what they wanted and Clay called it in. Coming back to the lounge room, he cradled Hunter’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth.

  “What was that for?”

  “For loving me.” Clay smiled as he helped sort out the junk they had accumulated over the last two years.

  § § § §

  Clay hummed in appreciation as he mopped up the last of his sauce with his garlic bread. The meal had been simple and eaten out of the take-away cartons, but it had been delicious.

  “That was bloody beautiful,” Hunter said with a groan as he rubbed his stomach. He reached across and took Clay’s glass and downed the last of his drink before standing. “I’m getting a refill — anyone want anything?”

  They all told him what they wanted before clearing away the remnants of dinner and getting back to the sorting out.

  “Whose idea was this again?” Clay asked as he added what appeared to be the ugliest vase he had ever seen to the getting rid of pile. “I can’t believe somebody ever believed this looked good.”

  Marlowe laughed. “That somebody would be my mum; she bought it for me as a moving out of home present.”

  “And we still have it, why?”

  “Because, I was too much of a sap to throw it away.”

  “Well it’s gone now.”

  “Hey, who threw away Aunt Astra’s vase?” Hunter asked as he walked back into the room and spotted it in the box.

  “Leave it,” Clay said as Hunter grabbed it.

  Hunter put the vase back down and pulled him into a kiss. He groaned as Hunter devoured his lips and invaded his mouth with his tongue. His cock hardened as he pressed closer to his lover. Clay pulled away when he heard Angelo clear his throat.

  “If you two are going to get it on, can you at least go to your room where I don’t have to see it?” Angelo said, and Clay watched as Angelo noticed the looks he was getting from Marlowe. “On second thought…” He jumped up and Clay couldn’t stop the laughter as Angelo picked up Marlowe in a fireman’s hold and headed quickly to their room.

  “Come on Silver, it is time for some alone time of our own.” Marlowe yelped as Angelo slapped his arse.

  “Man, if I knew it was only going to take one kiss to get rid of them I would have kissed you earlier.” Clay grinned as he headed to their room, stripping as he went. “Last one in the bedroom has to bottom.” He laughed as he spun and raced toward their room. The growl Hunter let out was so worth it.

  In all reality he knew he would be the one bottoming, as it was his favourite position. Just as he knew he would enjoy everything Hunter did to bribe him to top. His arse tingled with anticipation of some of the things he hoped would happen. They had so many toys they had given each other for Christmas still yet to be used. He loved the fact that Hunter seemed to enjoy the kinkier side of his nature. In the last two years they had explored many new ways in which to share their love; his favourite to date was the nipple clamps. Especially when Hunter tugged on them, pulling the chain with his teeth. It was so fucking hot and made him harder than steel.


  Clay tore off the rest of his clothes and lay spread eagle on the bed and leered as Hunter entered the room wearing nothing but a scowl. A moan tore from his lips as Hunter’s cock tapped against his tanned abdomen. If it were possible, Clay knew he was more in love with Hunter today than he was when they first got together. Back then he had been a little more reserved with what he liked but the moment he realised Hunter was the same their sex life jumped up a notch, and kept getting better.

  Hunter stood with his hands on his hips glaring at Clay and Clay felt the tip of his cock smearing precum over his stomach in anticipation.

  “It seems like somebody needs to be punished for cheating in the race to the bedroom. What would be a good punishment do you suppose?”

  Clay groaned as Hunter walked over and lifted the top off of their newly acquired toy chest. Pulling out each item, he examined them thoroughly, as though he was determining what would be the best one to use. He whimpered when Hunter tossed his nipple clamps onto the bed along with one of the new cock rings. His cock jumped when Hunter finally decided on one of the newer paddles.

  Hunter turned and strode toward the bed and Clay likened him to a large cat, he was so graceful. “I think I should punish you by wearing a condom, deny you the feeling of my come filling your tight little arse.”

  “No,” Clay begged. They had done every single test imaginable before finally deciding to do away with protection and Hunter rarely used the threat of the latex barrier, because they hadn’t used a condom in the last year and a half. He wasn’t even sure if there were any still in the house. He knew for a fact Marlowe and Angelo went without. There weren’t any secrets between him and Marlowe, mainly because Marlowe couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.

  “No?” Hunter queried as he knelt on the end of the bed and made quick work of binding Clay’s cock and balls. The gentle caress had Clay thrusting his hips for more.

  “No barriers. I need to feel you. Just you and nothing else.” He moaned uncontrollably as Hunter slicked up his cock and stroked it vigorously, Clay had always liked the bite of pain with his pleasure and well Hunter knew it. “More, I need—”