Hunting for Clay

by N. J. Nielsen

  “What do you need, babe?” Hunter left his cock and ran his fingertips over the sensitive skin of his taint.

  “Fuck!” Clay’s back bowed as Hunters fingers slipped between his cheeks and pressed against his hole. “Oh fuck, please, please.” He mumbled, his head thrashed about on the pillow.

  “Is this what you need?”

  Clay panted as Hunter thrust two fingers into his arse and began pumping them in and out quickly stretching and loosening him until a third could be added. “Hunter,” Clay locked his gaze to Hunter’s. “I need.”

  “I have what you need right here.”

  Clay shuddered as the fingers slid from his hole, Hunter pulled him up until he managed to sit on the edge of the bed with Clay sprawled across his lap, arse in the air and on display for Hunter’s viewing pleasure. He gasped as Hunter slowly pushed a butt plug deep inside him so it rubbed against his sweet spot. Every time Hunter jiggled it Clay felt as though he was going to come, but he knew better than to expect that as Hunter had a way of drawing out the foreplay until Clay was begging to be fucked through the mattress. Each time Clay swore he would hold out but in the end Hunter always got what he wanted.

  “Do you like it when I do this?” Hunter wiggled the plug. When all Clay could do was moan, Hunter’s hand slapped him on the backside, causing the most exquisite pleasure to run rampant through Clay’s body. “I asked you if you liked the butt plug, lover?”

  “Yes.” Clay hissed as another slap was administered to his backside. He already felt the flush of heat. “More.”

  Two more quick slaps were rained down upon his flesh before being replaced by the paddle. The rubber nubs were going to leave the most delicious bruises on his pale skin and sitting tomorrow would be a bitch, but no way in hell was he about to ask Hunter to stop.

  Hunter bit the inside of his cheek to stop the groan which threatened to fall from his lips as Clay pushed his arse into the air, seeking more. He was turned on by the pretty shade of red Clay’s sexy arse was turning. Fuck, if he didn’t stop soon he would shoot before he even got to plunge his cock inside Clay’s tight little hole. This was a game they often played, but tonight it seemed different. Each little whimper and cry of pleasure that fell from Clay’s mouth made more and more precum leak from the swollen and throbbing head of his cock. It ached, and Hunter slowly counted to ten, each number passing his lips accompanied by another blow to his lover’s reddened arse.

  Laying the paddle aside, he played with the plug, eliciting more and more lustful moans from the man across his knees. It wasn’t enough; Hunter needed more. Lifting Clay, he positioned him on his knees in the centre of the bed. Palming Clay’s heated mounds, he lowered his face until he could place gentle kisses on each cheek. With every kiss he placed his mouth got closer to its goal. He felt Clay push back against him as he rimmed the still-plugged hole; using his teeth he gently pulled the plug from his lover’s arse. He almost came as he dropped the plug and thrust his tongue into the empty chute. Clay always tasted so damn good. Rimming his lover was one of the best things he could think of.

  “Hunter, please.” Clay’s whispered moan pulled him back to the here and now.

  “Are you ready for me, love?”

  “Yes.”

  Hunter lined up the tip of his cock against Clay’s puckered hole and thrust deep, filling his lover the way he liked it. He took only a moment to get used to the heated tightness before he couldn’t control the need to thrust hard and fast and pound his lover through the mattress.

  “Oh fuck, I need to come. Please, Hunter, please.” The last word rolled out on a long sigh as Clay’s chute throbbed and tightened around his rock hard cock.

  Reaching around Clay’s quivering body Hunter released the clasp holding the cock ring in place. “Come for me, love.” He thrust as deep as he could at the exact moment Clay cried out in desire. The heat of his lover’s seed on his fingers was enough to help send him over the edge into orgasmic rush. His cock convulsed inside his lover’s beautiful and perfect body. Leaning down, he bit Clay’s shoulder to stop the guttural scream from escaping. Holy Fuck! For a moment Hunter had thought his heart had exploded. It still raced a mile a minute as he gently pulled free of Clay.

  “Lay down, love. I will go and get a cloth to clean us up.” Hunter felt happy when he realised Clay was out for the count and snoring. It wasn’t often he could claim he fucked his lover into unconsciousness.

  Doing a mad nudie dash to the bathroom, Hunter cleaned himself up before rinsing out the cloth and taking it back to the bedroom. Clay was still asleep as he washed his lovers arse and cleaned the excess cum from the sheets laying a towel over it so Clay wouldn’t roll into the wet spot. There was nothing Clay hated more than sleeping on the wet spot. It hadn’t helped at all when Hunter had pointed out it was only wet because Clay never put the towel down first to catch the mess.

  Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled a tube of cream from the drawer and gently smoothed some over Clay’s flaming backside. Cleaning the plug and cock ring with the cloth, he tossed the washer into their clothes hamper. Getting up, he put the toys back where they belonged. It was only as he was putting them back in the box it occurred to him they hadn’t even used the nipple clamps. He smiled, knowing how much Clay would complain in the morning because they had forgotten them.

  He couldn’t wait.

  Climbing into bed he covered them and spooned Clay, pulling him gently back into the curve of his body. His lover had definitely earned a good night’s sleep.

  Chapter Two

  Clay couldn’t believe how sore his backside was. It even felt tender wearing clothes. Thank God today was his day off. He knew he was meant to be helping Marlowe, but it would have to wait until he had at least consumed a cup of coffee. He knew the moment he glanced across the table and the smirk taking centre stage on his best friend’s face that he and Hunter had once again failed to be quiet.

  “It sounded like you had lots of fun last night.” Marlowe waggled his eyebrows and Clay had to bite his lip to keep from smiling.

  “Just because you and angel boy like it vanilla doesn’t mean you can live vicariously through me and Hunter.” Clay raised an eyebrow in question at the shock on Marlowe’s face. “I would think after two years you would have taught the boy a thing or two.”

  Marlowe blushed. “He’s still a little new to all of this.”

  Clay snorted. “If he is still new at this after two years then you are obviously doing something wrong — very wrong.”

  “That’s so not funny.” Marlowe’s eyes clouded.

  “Is there something wrong?” Clay asked as he reached across the table and took a hold of Marlowe’s hand.

  “No, not really, but I think he might be pulling away from me.”

  This was news to Clay; Angelo worshipped the ground Marlowe walked on. “What do you mean?”

  Marlowe shrugged. “He always seems to be distracted lately, taking phone calls then leaving the room so I can’t hear what he is talking about.”

  Clay felt his heart go out to his friend. “Do you think he is seeing someone else?”

  Tears filled Marlowe’s eyes. “I don’t know and I am too scared to ask in case he leaves me.”

  “Do you really think he would?”

  “I don’t know.”

  They sat in silence for a while as they drank their coffee. He would have to think on this because it didn’t seem right. There was absolutely no way Angelo would be stepping out on Marlowe. It wasn’t possible. And on the off chance Angelo was cheating on his friend, he better hoped like hell he never found out about it. Because if he did, Angelo would need to protect all his dangly bits before Clay had a chance to cut them off.

  Speaking in a calm voice Clay said, “Well, I don’t believe he is. Though I will be keeping my eyes peeled for you. We will get to the bottom of this.”

  “Thank you.” Marlowe smiled sadly. “What will I do if he doesn’t want me anymore?”

  “We
ll, if it is the case — and I very much doubt it — I will hunt his arse down and cut off all he holds precious.”

  Clay grinned as Marlowe snorted. “I happen to like those dangly bits, so don’t do anything that can’t be fixed.”

  “Oh honey, if the man is stepping out on you, you will be begging me to cause as much damage as possible. You won’t care if it is fixable or not.”

  “True.” Marlowe laughed.

  “Honestly Mar, I think it is all something innocent. Maybe he is trying to plan a surprise for you and doesn’t want you to find out. Or maybe it has to do with cleaning out the spare room for Dimmy.”

  “Maybe.” Marlowe still had a doubtful look on his face.

  “It will be okay, it will all work out in the end.”

  They fell silent as Angelo walked into the room. Clay saw concern fill his eyes as he took in Marlowe’s mild state of distress. “Are you okay, Silver?” Clay could see how after all this time Angelo still believed Marlowe was his own personal silver lining.

  Marlowe nodded and smiled even if Clay could tell it was forced. “I’m fine. Just talking layouts with Clay.”

  “Are you sure?” Angelo’s hands ran up over Marlowe’s arm to rest on his shoulder.

  “Positive.” Marlowe tilted his face back and was given a soft kiss to his lips. “Love you.”

  “Love you too, Silver.” Angelo patted Marlowe’s shoulder before walking over and picking up his keys. “I’m heading out to pick up something for Uncle Gene. Do you want to come for a drive, or do you want to stay here?”

  Standing up, Marlowe grinned at Angelo. “I’ll go with you. Where are we going?”

  Clay sipped the last of his coffee as he pondered what was really going on with Angelo. He would have to put on his detective cap to help Marlowe get to the bottom of it all.

  § § § §

  Hunter was proud of himself. So far he had managed to get about a third of the birthday-slash-Valentine’s surprise set up and he was positive Clay didn’t have a clue what was going on. In the last couple of days he and Marlowe had had their heads together. He should try and find out what they were up to, but if he started asking questions he might accidently reveal what he was up to as well.

  Picking up the phone, he called his partner in crime. “Dex, I have the stuff from the printers and it all looks good.” His heart was pounding when he heard the front door open and the sound of Marlowe and Clay’s voices. “I gotta go — the eagle has landed.” He hung up before his sister even had time to say a word.

  “Oh, you’re home.” Clay blew him kisses before dropping his shopping bag and launching himself across the room. Hunter readied himself as he caught his lover mid-air so they didn’t both go sprawling back across the floor.

  “Did you miss me?” Hunter bit down softly on his lover’s neck.

  Clay nodded vigorously. “You know I did, I missed you so much. Ooh, guess what happened to us today.” He let go as Clay shimmied down his body and dragged him to sit on the couch. “Mar and I were walking through Grand Central Shopping Centre. We had stopped for a coffee when someone taps me on my shoulder. I turned around and my eyes almost popped out of my head. It was Jayden. He was shopping with some of his friends. For a moment I thought he was going to yell at me, but he didn’t.”

  The moment he stopped for air Hunter asked, “So what did your brother do?”

  Clay’s eyes gleamed with happiness. “He wrapped his arms around me and told me he missed me. Jay told me Mum and Dad were fighting because Dad is being so much of a prick about you – his words not mine.” A huge smile broke out on his face. “He introduced me to his boyfriend. Bryan is such a cutie and he works in City Beach.”

  “A cutie, huh?” Hunter said as he kissed Clay’s temple.

  “Not as gorgeous as you, my love.” Clay grinned at him. “Who would have believed little Jayden Montgomery would turn out gay?”

  “What do you mean little? Your brother towers over you by a good five inches.” Marlowe blurted out. “Oh Hunter, if you think Clay is the sexiest thing you have ever seen then you should see Jayden — drop dead gorgeous.” Marlowe fanned himself with his hand, before getting serious. “I still can’t believe in the two years you guys have been together you haven’t met Clay’s family.”

  Clay blushed and pressed his face into Hunter’s chest. “Clay’s family has their reasons for not wanting to meet me.” Only a hint of coldness seeped into his voice. “I can’t force them to accept me as being part of their son’s life.”

  “Jay wants to meet you. He says he doesn’t care what Dad says. Maybe one day when you aren’t working we could take him out to dinner. He could invite Bryan along and we could get to know him as well.”

  “Sounds like a plan, love.” Hunter was happy at least one member of Clay’s family seemed to finally see the light how being gay and having a relationship isn’t such a bad thing. It was about time his sexy man got some happiness from that part of his life. He just hoped Jayden was for real and wasn’t yanking on Clay’s chain. He would have to let this so-called-brother know he wasn’t going to have Clay hurt for any reason.

  “Oh I almost forgot — I bought you a present today.” Clay jumped up and rummaged through the bags he had dropped earlier.

  “Is this a present I can open up in public or one for the privacy of our room?” Hunter asked.

  “Get your mind out of the gutter.” Clay sat up and held out a small box in the palm of his hand.

  Hunter’s heart raced and he knew he must have the whole “deer caught in the headlights” look on his face. Clay could not possibly be about to do what he thought he was. It would screw up everything he had been working so hard on for the last three weeks. His hands trembled slightly as he took the box offered to him. Slowly opening it, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a pair of cufflinks nestled inside. They were silver with ruby coloured stones.

  “They’re beautiful,” he said as soon as his voice worked enough so it would come out sounding normal.

  “I thought they’d match the tie you’re planning on wearing tomorrow. I wanted you to look as sexy as hell so they will hire you as soon as they see you.”

  “So you think a pair of cufflinks will do the trick?” Hunter asked.

  Clay walked across the floor on his knees and stopped when he was kneeling between Hunter’s thighs. Hunter stared down at his beautiful lover, and without thinking he pressed their lips together. It wasn’t a hot or erotic kiss, a gentle meeting of lips and a promise of what was to come later.

  “I just know how much you want this job.”

  Clay was right. If he got this job he would not only be designing menu boards for the local shops but for the whole franchise. Some of the stores wanted other things designed as well. There was a total of fifty-three Davenport Diners across Australia that were getting an upgrade. This was a good gig to get, and he had only been offered to apply because the owner of the Davenport Diner franchise had seen the digital menu boards he had designed for Louella’s Family Restaurant. So yeah, he did want the job; this would get him up there in the digital world of design.

  “Will you still love me if they give the job to someone else?” Hunter pouted. The look of lust filling Clay’s eyes was enough to make him so hard his cock hurt as it pressed against the fabric of his jeans.

  “I will always love you.” Leaning in Clay planted a wet and sloppy kiss on him. “I was thinking afterward we could go to Franky’s or maybe The Connection and either celebrate or drown our sorrows. We haven’t been out in ages.”

  Hunter snorted. “We were at The Powder House on New Year’s Eve, only a week and a half ago.”

  “Like I said, we haven’t been out in ages. Don’t you want to come dancing with me? I can show you off, all dressed up and looking so damn sexy. I want them all to be able to see you and not be able to touch you.” Clay pouted, copying Hunter’s pose from earlier.

  Hunter couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and softly biting Clay’s
lower lip and tugging on it. “Puppy dog eyes never work on me, you should have learnt from all the times Marlowe has tried to use them on me.”

  “How about I blow you then?”

  It was only when Marlowe threw a cushion at them that they even remembered he was in the room with them. “Just because your boyfriend is home does not mean you can have wild monkey sex. I don’t want to hear you when I don’t have Angelo here to distract me.”

  Hunter winked at his cousin then pointed at the clock on the wall. “Don’t worry Mar, angel boy only has another half an hour behind the counter in Sanity. I suppose we could be good and wait until he gets home.” He grinned when Marlowe flipped him off.

  Clay bit down hard on Hunters nipple through his t-shirt. “Be nice. He can’t help it if Mr. Boring In Bed isn’t home.”

  “Boring in bed?” Hunter bit his lip and Clay knew he was trying not to laugh as he reached down and pinched Clay’s side. “And how do you know angel boy is boring in bed?”

  “Marlowe – how else? You know he can’t keep a secret.” Clay ducked as Marlowe threw another cushion at them.

  “I can so keep a secret.” Marlowe glared at them.

  “Ha!” Hunter blurted out seconds before Clay burst out laughing.

  “No you can’t.” Clay grinned. “Remember last year when your parents were coming back for Aunt Cyn’s birthday, and you blurted to the whole room they needed to remove all the ashtrays so you didn’t have to listen to your mum complaining all night?”

  “Or how about the time you told my sister all about her boyfriend’s near accident when he was trying to keep it from her?” Hunter teased.

  “Don’t forget the time you told everyone about my mishap with the anal beads. Now that was one I could have lived without the world knowing.” Clay glowered in mock anger, though the smile he could feel tugging at his own lips betrayed him as a fraud.

  “You are so mean. You are supposed to be my friends.”

  “We’re family, and family is allowed to tell it like it is.” Hunter winked at his cousin.