The Persecution of the Wolves

by Lucy Felthouse

  It made sense. Nathaniel was an IT manager, so being au fait with technology was part of his job description.

  It was just as well Isaac’s knowledge ran deeper than the average web surfer’s. Half an hour later, he’d unearthed the man’s date and place of birth, his job history, and his previous address. Which was all information he pretty much knew, and certainly nothing to make him run away screaming. Sighing, Isaac shut off the tablet and put it back on the table, his mind wandering to the Facebook profile photograph he’d just seen. It was damn cute. It looked as though it was fairly recent and showed Nathaniel standing on a hilltop in walking gear, his hair a tad windswept. He was smiling, his deep dimples showing and his gorgeous green eyes glinting with mischief. With a pang, Isaac wondered who had taken the photograph. A lover, perhaps? It would explain the look in the man’s eye. Or, he thought, giving himself a mental shake, it could just be that Nathaniel had been having a good time, pleased with himself for getting to the top of the hill or something. There were many explanations, none of which were any of his business in any case.

  In spite of his thoughts, he couldn’t get rid of the mental image. Nathaniel had looked supremely at home in his walking gear, in the great outdoors, which in Isaac’s eyes made him even more attractive. Before he could distract himself with something else, his imagination had taken over, transforming the hilltop setting into one much more intimate. A rustic cottage, isolated deep in the countryside, with low beams, a log fire, the works.

  In his mind they had just got in from a day’s hiking, high spirited and rosy cheeked. They’d closed and locked the door behind them, and Isaac boiled some water in an old-fashioned kettle on the stove to make them a hot drink while Nathaniel started building a fire.

  They were comfortable in each other’s company, happy. Once they had a fire going and hot drinks inside them, they cuddled on the sofa, thoughts turning towards a late dinner, showers, then an early night.

  The many hours spent outside had done them the world of good, and happy hormones whizzed through their bloodstreams, causing their bodies to react to each other. Isaac’s gaze dropped to the erection that was growing rapidly beneath his clothes, then he looked across at Nathaniel’s crotch. He too was sporting a burgeoning hard-on. They grinned as their eyes met.

  “Seems a shame to waste it,” Isaac quipped as he slid off the sofa and onto the floor. He knelt between Nathaniel’s legs, then reached up to undo the belt, button, and fly of the other man’s trousers, freeing his eager cock. He let it waver around for a second before grasping it in warm fingers, fisting it, pumping it. It swelled further still and a bead of precum appeared at the tip. Isaac lowered his head, flicked out his tongue and gathered up the liquid, letting it dance over his tastebuds before sinking his mouth onto Nathaniel’s shaft.

  With a gasp and a jerk of his hips, Nathaniel reached out and slotted his hands into Isaac’s hair, grabbing the light brown strands and holding on for dear life as he received an enthusiastic, erotic blowjob.

  With his free hand, Isaac pulled at Nathaniel’s trousers. With a little help from the other man, he got them all the way down and off, quickly followed by Nathaniel’s underwear. Now he was free to lightly scratch and tug his ballsac, stroke and press on his perineum, and tease his arsehole. Nathaniel certainly didn’t seem to mind. His delicious cock grew even harder and produced copious amounts of precum as his moans became more abandoned, and were joined by occasional expletives and blasphemies.

  Nathaniel’s increasing arousal just served to spur Isaac on, and he put everything he had into pleasuring the other man. He flicked his tongue hard and fast over the thin piece of skin that ran between the head and shaft of Nathaniel’s dick, grinning as his lover whimpered. Then he circled the head, getting it nice and wet, nice and hot. He pulled away slightly, then blew on the dampened skin, knowing the sudden change from warm to cool would drive the other man crazy. Eager to add to that craziness, he quickly slid his lips back over Nathaniel’s cock, engulfing it once again.

  But he didn’t stop when his mouth was full, when he thought he couldn’t take any more. Instead, he pulled in a deep breath through his nostrils, forced himself to relax, and swallowed more and more of Nathaniel’s cock. It eventually popped past his gag reflex and he inched forward until his nose was buried in Nathaniel’s black pubic hair.

  Neither man dared move from the position, so Isaac gathered some of the saliva that had dribbled down Nathaniel’s shaft onto his fingertips and used it to prime Nathaniel’s arse. After smearing it around the puckered hole, he went back for more liquid, slicking as much onto his index and middle fingers as possible, then slid them inside Nathaniel. The greedy hole gobbled him up, and he manoeuvred until he could reach Nathaniel’s prostate gland. Then, after a pause, he pressed and rubbed it at the same time he began to swallow around the cock in his mouth.

  Nathaniel’s grip on Isaac’s hair increased until his scalp tingled, and he let out a strangled moan. His entire body stiffened, his cock throbbed, and his hole twitched. Then Nathaniel’s balls drew up tight to his body and emptied their load directly down Isaac’s throat. His back entrance gripped Isaac’s fingers tightly, and Isaac waited until the other man had finished ejaculating before gently removing them. Isaac pulled off of Nathaniel’s cock with a pop, then stood up on shaky legs and headed for the sink to wash his hands.

  When he returned to where he’d left Nathaniel, the other man hadn’t moved from his position on the sofa. He still sat there, his cock softening and a silly grin on his face. “Hey,” he said huskily, seeming to struggle, as though he hadn’t quite regained the ability to speak.

  “Hey,” Isaac said, plopping down next to him. “That better?”

  “Ooh, yes. But I can make it better still.”

  “You can?” Isaac suspected he knew what was coming next, but it was more fun to pretend he didn’t.

  “Yep. Come here.” Nathaniel snaked out a hand and gripped the back of Isaac’s neck, then pulled him in for a heat filled, passionate kiss. Their need for each other made them clumsy. Their teeth clashed together, but neither man cared. They continued to kiss hungrily, their tongues duelling for dominance, fighting then dancing together in an erotic movement that had them gasping for air. Moving away to drag in precious lungfuls, they gazed at each other before diving back into their kiss.

  Isaac cupped Nathaniel’s stubble-covered cheeks and pulled him in harder still, until their lips were pressed so bruisingly together they’d be showing signs for a long time afterwards. God, he wanted him. Needed him. At this stage, being sucked off and exploding down Nathaniel’s throat would do, but what he really wanted was to be buried deep inside his arse, fucking him until they both screamed their climaxes.

  After kissing the other man until his jaw ached, Isaac pulled away and ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the hungry look on Nathaniel’s face, not to mention the glimpse of his cock, which was hard again despite his recent orgasm.

  “Fuck, Nath, I want you.”

  Nathaniel grinned, his green eyes glinting and his dimples deepening, threatening to send Isaac into a meltdown. “How do you want me, gorgeous?”

  “On your back on the bed. I want to see your face as I fuck you.”

  “Fair enough. Race you.” He quickly kicked his trousers and boxers off from around his ankles and scurried, bare-arsed but still wearing his fleece and T-shirt, into the bedroom. Smiling, Isaac jogged after him.

  Isaac closed the bedroom door behind them, then hurriedly removed all his clothes, leaving them in a pile at his feet before crossing over to the bedside table and grabbing a packet of lube. He crawled across the mattress to where Nathaniel now lay in the middle, his legs spread, ready.

  “Hurry up, Isaac. I need you.”

  Concentrating hard on not dropping the packet of lube, Isaac tore it open and spread plenty over his rock-hard shaft, gasping at the sensation of his own touch, then squeezed the rest out onto his fingers and used it to make Nathaniel’s ars
ehole slippery and ready for him. After a couple of pumps of his shaft that weren’t really needed—he just wanted to tease his lover that much longer—he settled between Nathaniel’s thighs, then grabbed his calves and lifted them onto his shoulders. This gave him easy access to his destination and he gripped the base of his cock and guided it into position, keeping a firm hold on it as he pushed against Nathaniel’s hole so the lube didn’t make him slip.

  As he’d already been penetrated, Nathaniel’s arse didn’t offer up much resistance, and the head of Isaac’s cock was quickly swallowed up, followed by inch after slow inch of his shaft. He wanted desperately to ram home in one long stroke and fuck Nathaniel as fast and furiously as he could possibly go, but he forced himself to hold back. It would undoubtedly feel good—for both of them—but it also meant it would all be over way too quickly.

  Moving his hands to cup Nathaniel’s arse cheeks, then squeezing and kneading the delectable flesh, Isaac looked at his lover’s face. Their gazes met and held as they made love, their grins widening, then disappearing as they bit their lips, gasped, moaned, and swore. After a while of long, slow thrusts, Isaac could hold back no more. He upped the pace, alternating between shallow and deep penetration, stimulating them both where they needed it most.

  Before long, the tell-tale tingle at the base of Isaac’s spine let him know his climax was close. He needed to slow it right down or he would come. He told Nathaniel.

  “Screw that,” came the response, “I want you to come. Hard and fast and deep inside me. Whenever you want.”

  The erotic words pushed Isaac that much closer, and he gripped Nathaniel’s bum cheeks harder as he began to fuck him with a ferocity that drove them both wild. Their grunts and groans filled the room, and even though he didn’t think it was possible, Nathaniel made Isaac even hornier by reaching down and grasping his own cock, wanking himself off as his arse was pounded.

  Unsurprisingly, Isaac was soon a goner. With a growl so feral he half thought he’d sprouted his monthly helping of fur and claws, his balls exploded, jetting his seed deep inside Nathaniel’s delectable backside.

  The power of the sensation pulled Isaac out of his filthy daydream, and he realised that part of it, at least, had been real. He’d come, one hand curled around his jerking cock and the other palming his balls. Spunk covered his fingers, his jeans, the floor… God, when had he last masturbated? There was enough of the stuff to fill a bath!

  Reluctantly shoving the scorching-hot fantasy to the back of his mind, he tucked himself away and headed into the kitchen to grab something to clean up with. Seconds later, armed with some antibacterial spray and some paper towels, he knelt on the floor and cleaned up the evidence of his vivid yet totally fictional sexual encounter. He grumbled to himself as he sprayed and wiped. So much for trying to find something out about Nathaniel that would put him off. So much for trying to dampen down this crush. All he’d done was add fuel to the flames of his attraction. Liberal amounts of fuel. Every time he saw Nathaniel now, he’d end up superimposing his sexy, getting-fucked expression on top of his actual one, imagining him naked, open, thrusting, taking, giving, sucking, coming…

  Christ. He threw the roll of paper towels across the room in his frustration. He was so fucked it wasn’t even funny.

  Chapter Eight

  Waking with a groan, Isaac’s first thought was that he was glad he wasn’t in work today. Granted, he was heading off to a conference in London later that afternoon, but he’d slept so badly he desperately needed the extra sleep a late start afforded him. A glance at the clock on his bedside table told him he’d already had the extra sleep. Bollocks—so much for more shut-eye making him feel better.

  He threw back the covers, got up and shuffled into the en suite, where he used the loo then hopped into the shower. Twisting the knob to make the water cooler than he normally had it, he hoped it would wake him up, chivvy him along a bit, and make him more capable of facing the day. At least he didn’t have to deal with any patients. He just had to pack, then drive to Sheffield and catch the train. From then onwards, he could rely on public transport. Of course that meant he would be in contact with the public, but if he channelled his brother’s grumpy, keep-the-hell-away-from-me vibes, hopefully people would do just that.

  After washing his hair and body, he stood under the spray a few minutes longer, holding his face to the water. Come on, Isaac, wake the fuck up! He soon gave up. Clearly, it wasn’t doing the trick, so he’d turn to his backup plan—copious amounts of caffeine.

  Isaac shut off the water, stepped out of the cubicle, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Then he headed into his bedroom to find some clothes. For once it didn’t matter what he wore—he was only travelling today, straight to the capital then his hotel for a room service meal, so making an impression wasn’t necessary. The choice was obvious—tracksuit bottoms and the first T-shirt he put his hand on. Both were clean but a million miles away from the smart trousers, shirt, cufflinks, and tie he usually wore for work, or the smart-casual jeans and tops he wore when he was out and about. If any of his patients saw him like this, they’d probably have a coronary there and then.

  He pulled on the outfit and headed barefoot downstairs for his coffee. He hadn’t heard Matthew leave, so he must have slept deeply at some point. God, he just wished he felt like he had. He flipped on the kettle, grabbed a mug, then reached for the coffee caddy. He opened it and promptly let out a growl. The damn thing was empty! It was then he noticed the note on the side.

  Brother,

  Used the last of the coffee—and there was only half a spoonful left! Sorry. Will pop to the shop and bring some home at lunchtime.

  If I don’t see you, swing by Nathaniel’s before you leave for London, won’t you? I’m heading to see Richard before I go over to carry on with the garden—he said he had something to tell me, but I’m not texting or phoning in case I wake you.

  Matthew

  Isaac wanted to be angry with his brother, but found he couldn’t be. Mainly because he was the one who hadn’t bought any more coffee. He’d meant to swing by the village shop and grab some last night, knowing they were running out, but he’d been so distracted by his plan to check out Nathaniel and the resultant dirty fantasy that he’d forgotten all about it. The fact Matthew hadn’t accused his brother of letting it run out spoke volumes—he was clearly still trying to make friends.

  Grumbling at his own idiocy, Isaac made a cup of tea instead, telling himself it had more caffeine in any case, so would hopefully give him the boost he needed. He downed the drink, followed by a couple of rounds of thickly buttered toast, then put on some shoes, grabbed his wallet, and headed out to the village shop. He’d get the coffee as a peace offering and to save his brother having to leave Nathaniel’s at lunchtime just to traipse right to the other end of the village and back.

  He kept his head down as he walked, eager not to be noticed, not to be engaged in conversation—he might have had a cup of tea, but he still wasn’t in the mood for chitchat. Inside the shop, the owner’s daughter, Amy, was working. Biting back a sigh, Isaac grabbed a jar of his and his brother’s preferred brand of coffee and took it to the counter, already opening his wallet and pulling out a five-pound note.

  “Morning, Isaac,” Amy said way too brightly. “How are you?”

  He waved the jar at her. “In desperate need of caffeine. We ran out.”

  She sucked in a breath through her teeth. “Ooh, bad times. What about Matthew? Is he in need of caffeine, too?”

  The girl was about as subtle as a brick, bless her heart, and normally Isaac would be much more willing to indulge her, but today he just couldn’t be doing with it. “Dunno, he’s not at home. He went out early. Haven’t seen him.”

  Looking a little taken aback at his abrupt tone, Amy told him the amount, which he promptly paid. He took his change with a murmured thanks and scarpered.

  He was barely out of the door when he had to stop dead to avoid a collision with s
omeone. Most people would probably have crashed, but Isaac’s reactions, even dulled by lack of sleep, were lightning fast.

  “Whoa, sorry!” Isaac said, stepping back out of the other person’s space. It was then he realised it was Nathaniel. A fresh, spicy scent assaulted his nostrils, sending blood pumping somewhere utterly inappropriate. “Oh, hi.”

  “Hi,” Nathaniel replied with a smile. “That was close. Sorry.”

  “No worries, it was my fault. How’s the garden coming along?” Funny how he was suddenly more willing to chat. He mentally kicked himself—he needed to keep away from Nathaniel, not blurt out conversation starters in the street.

  “Good, thanks. Your brother is a wonder. I don’t know how he does it—he seems to work like a horse and barely break a sweat.”

  Isaac shrugged. “He’s been doing that sort of thing for years—he’s used to it. No work today?”

  “Not just yet. I’m on a half day today—I’ve had an appointment.”

  “Oh, right.” He definitely wasn’t going to continue with that line of conversation—he’d just come across as nosey. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. Catch you later.” With a polite smile, he stepped past the other man and walked quickly home, hoping like hell he didn’t bump into anyone else.

  By the time he reached home, he was almost running. He slammed the front door behind him and leaned against it, breathing heavily. This was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Avoiding Nathaniel would be a suitable short-term fix, but he needed a better plan than that. Eyam, although bigger than it had been when he was born, was still a small village where everyone knew everyone, so keeping out of his way wouldn’t work for very long.

  No, he needed to persevere with the plan he’d come up with last night—find a way of getting rid of the attraction he had to the man. Clearly, looking at photographs had the exact opposite effect, and it didn’t look as though he was going to uncover anything about Nathaniel that turned him off.