Half Moon Rising

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “So, you like my brother.”

  Shit. Troy sighed and looked at the brother that opened his mouth. Grayson. “Yes, I do.” What the hell, maybe he could get some info from them.

  Troy’s head turned in time to see Sawyer coming back around the house with what looked like a puppy attached to his pant leg. The little guy was growling and yanking his head from side to side. Troy stifled a laugh.

  Sawyer was swatting the pup with his construction plans smack on the ass. “Will you cut it out!”

  The other two brothers made their way over and Xander extracted the puppy from Sawyer’s leg.

  “No cookies for you, if you don’t stop.” Xander waggled his finger at the pup, and got a snap of teeth on the end of it. “Hey now, ya little butthead.”

  Troy looked at the pup and noticed it was black with green eyes as well. It seemed to love the brothers, licking them and nipping at them playfully. “Another Little Shit?”

  “The littlest of the shits.” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Go feed him before I drop kick him off the side of the hill.”

  Wyatt’s head snapped up and he looked at his brother, giving him a low growl. Grayson cracked up and took Wyatt from his brother. He put him over his shoulder and swatted his butt. “We’ll see you at dinner, or are you eating in?” Grayson gave Sawyer a wicked smile.

  “Probably pizza tonight.” Sawyer looked at Troy. “Does that sound good?”

  “They deliver out here?” Troy glanced at Sawyer, wanting to throw him down and- ugh, stop it.

  “They do when Sawyer calls.” Grayson smiled and waved at his brother with a gleam in his eye. “Night boys, have fun.”

  Troy looked at Sawyer and saw a slight smile curving his lips. He wanted to kiss him already. The sun was going down and they spent the rest of the daylight hours putting the frame of the deck together, and then cleaning up the days mess. Troy was so tired he could barely stand as they went into the house. Sawyer gave him a cold beer and they both sat on the couch with their feet up on the ottoman.

  “I can’t move.” Troy sighed and turned his head with great effort. “In my job, I sometimes sit for weeks watching and waiting. I forgot how much fun building something was. I miss working with my hands.” Oh shit, he’d just said that out loud. What if Sawyer asked what he did?

  “So you’re an assassin like Sam.” Sawyer laughed at the look of shock on Troy’s face. “I know all about it and I’m not judging.” Sawyer grabbed the phone and hit the speed dial for pizza. “What do you want on it?”

  Troy tried to find his voice. He couldn’t believe Sawyer knew what he did for a living and was so calm about it. Most people ran screaming, thinking they were on his hit list somehow. “I usually get mushrooms and sausage with olives.” Troy realized Sawyer was looking at him with his mouth dropped open. “What? You don’t like mushrooms?”

  “Same as always, Barb.” Sawyer hung up looking at Troy. Okay, so they liked the same pizza toppings. No big deal. “Who’s your favorite stooge?”

  “Moe, duh.”

  Sawyer shifted on the couch to face Troy. “Favorite movie of all time.”

  “Clueless.”

  Sawyer laughed and smacked Troy on his thigh. “Seriously.” So far he liked the same Stooge too.

  “I have to pick just one?” Troy smiled as Sawyer nodded, waiting. “Fine, The Terminator.”

  Sawyer smiled and put another line on his mental chalk board. “Coke or Pepsi?”

  “Coke,” Troy made a face. “Pepsi’s too sweet.”

  “I know, huh!” Sawyer laughed and sipped his beer. “What do you want to know about me?”

  Troy moved closer on the couch, just so he could touch Sawyer in some small way. He took his hand and turned it over, running his fingertip over the lines in Sawyer’s palm. Sawyer had soft hands for someone who worked in construction, not one scar, and soft as silk. “What did you want to tell me?”

  That I want you .That you’re mine for life and I hope you want me for life too. “I haven’t really been with anyone.” Sawyer looked at Troy’s face, confusion in his eyes. Sawyer felt his cheeks heating and he closed his eyes. “You were my first kiss.”

  It took Troy a few seconds to process those words. One, because Sawyer had kissed him and his cock had gotten hard from that alone and two, Sawyer was in his twenties. How could he have never kissed anyone? As beautiful as the man was, Troy couldn’t believe he’d no experience. Sawyer could kiss. Holy shit he could kiss! He’d left Troy a babbling idiot when he was done. “I am at a complete loss for words.”

  “I know it sounds stupid. I’m in my twenties, but I never really had the guts to kiss anyone. I was too shy to let anyone kiss me and then I was saving myself. God, I know I sound like an idiot but—”

  Troy couldn’t stop himself yet again. He pulled Sawyer to him by the nape of his neck, but this time he kissed him softly, barely brushing his lips across Sawyer’s. His fingers ran into Sawyer’s hair and pulled him in closer. Troy didn’t open his mouth; he just kissed Sawyer softly, feeling the soft lips under his respond. He pulled away slowly and searched Sawyer’s face. “I’m sorry I was so rough before, I can’t seem to control myself with you.”

  Sawyer sat for two seconds, eyes still closed. His lips were tingling, spreading warmth through his body, all the way down into his toes. He licked his lips, tasting Troy. Sawyer opened his eyes to see Troy looking at him with a worried look in his eyes. Sawyer leaned in and cupped Troy’s face. He ran his tongue across the seam of Troy’s lips, begging for entrance. Troy’s lips parted and Sawyer slipped in, the taste of beer meeting his tongue, mixing with the delicious flavor that was all Troy.

  Sawyer had no idea what he was doing, but the next minute Troy’s shirt was gone and he was licking Troy’s neck and running his hands over his strong chest. Sawyer moaned and licked sensually up the pulsing vein in Troy’s neck, nibbling seductively along the side as his hands ran down to the waistband of Troy’s pants. Sawyer pulled away and looked down at Troy’s lap. He was extremely excited. Sawyer realized he’d have the man naked in a moment, and not even know where to start. He had zero experience and Troy probably had a lot. He backed away a little and felt his cheeks heating. “God, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t know what to do with you if I got you naked.”

  “Maybe not, but I would know.” Troy smiled as Sawyer blushed even more. He maneuvered Sawyer’s face around and looked at him. God he looked so young, and knowing he was virgin made Troy realize he was going to have to tread very carefully. “Look, let’s just take this slow, okay? We don’t have to rush into anything. I’ll let you set the pace.”

  “Really? I mean, you’d be willing to do that?” Sawyer couldn’t believe his ears. Troy was willing to be with him, to wait for him. It made sense though. Troy was his mate; it was as simple as that. Troy would be everything he’d ever wanted, and so far he was. Sawyer realized Troy was still shirtless. What better time to admire his tattoos?

  “Of course I would.” Troy palmed Sawyer’s face, loving the feel of soft skin on his rough hand. He almost felt as if he shouldn’t touch such perfection. Sawyer was special, Sawyer was his. At lease he hoped he was. Sawyer was running his fingertip over Troy’s wolf tattoo. “You like it?”

  “It’s beautiful.” Sawyer swore it was his face in wolf form he was looking at. “Where did you get it?”

  “I was in Thailand at the time, and I kept having these dreams. You know, the kind when you’re running and you still don’t get anywhere?” Sawyer smiled and nodded, taking his hand. “So, this time I’m running and I realize I’m not alone. There’s a black wolf running next to me, one with green eyes. I kind of freaked out when I saw Little Shit for the first time; I swear it’s the same wolf. Anyway, I went to the tattoo place with the drawing I had made and there ya go. Wolf tattoo. Gives me peace I guess, like he’s always with me.”

  “He is now.” Sawyer looked over the rest of Troy’s strong defined chest. His fingertips passed over scars, one on Troy’s right
shoulder the other down lower on his ribs. “Are these…oh God, you were shot?” Sawyer looked up.

  “And stabbed.” Troy turned sideways to reveal the stab wound to his lower back. “When I was in the Army in Afghanistan, me and the rest of the team got ambushed.” Troy turned back to face Sawyer. “It was a long time ago.”

  “It could happen again though, couldn’t it? In the job you do now?” Sawyer looked at Troy’s body. Most of his upper back was covered by an eagle with its wings, well… spread eagle, so to say.

  Troy nodded. “Yes, it could. I could be spotted.” Troy looked at the worried expression on Sawyer’s face. He rested his palms against both sides of Sawyer’s jaw. “I’m good at my job, Sawyer.”

  “I...I ...” Sawyer licked his lips as Troy pulled him in, their lips only a breath apart.

  Ding, ding.

  “Shit,” Sawyer whispered. “Pizza.” They were still staring at each other when the doorbell chimed again, breaking them out of their thoughts.

  “I’ll get it.” Troy stood up and fixed his jeans. His cock was rock hard and straining to get out. He opened the door to see a petite blonde staring at him, eyes like saucers. She was maybe five foot six to his six foot four; Troy handed her the money for their pizza. “Thanks.” Troy noticed she wasn’t moving and her mouth was hanging open. “You okay?

  Sawyer chuckled and made his way over to the door. Barb the pizza delivery girl, was still mesmerized by Troy and he swore she had drool sliding out of the corner of her mouth.

  “Oh my God.” Barb said.

  “Barb, I’m getting a complex. I thought you wanted me and only me.” Sawyer leaned against Troy.

  “Can I have both?” Barb smiled slyly, eyeing Sawyer like dessert.

  “Give me the pizza, you slut.” Sawyer laughed and grabbed the boxes from her. “Make sure you stop in and say hi to Nadine.”

  “Yep. Bye boys, have fun.” Barb winked and waved at Sawyer on her way back to her car.

  They ate both pies in record time. Troy kept stealing Sawyer’s mushrooms, citing he kept getting more. When they were finished, the dishes were put in the dishwasher and Troy looked around the comfortable house. Two bedrooms and one bath in the back with a spacious living room and kitchen off to the side, it was cute. It was getting a little cold though, and Troy looked at the fireplace. He could make a fire and then they could cuddle, if Sawyer wanted him to stay.

  “So, um…” Troy fidgeted.

  “Did you want to stay over for the night? That way you could get up with me early and start work?” He had his back to Troy, thank God. If Troy could have seen his face, he might have laughed. Sawyer knew he was blushing again. He felt arms coming around him and Troy’s fingers linked together, holding him tight. Troy’s strong chest was against his back and Sawyer’s cock stood up and took notice. Dammit, he couldn’t stop getting hard around the man. Troy bent down and kissed the side of Sawyer’s neck softly, his breath fanning Sawyer’s ear, sending a wave of Goosebumps down his arms. Sawyer’s nose twitched and the smell of precome invaded his senses, Troy was very excited.

  “I would love to stay and have a sleepover. Do I have to wear footie jammies? Where are the rest of the logs for the fireplace?” Troy pushed up against Sawyer’s ass, laughing and rubbing his cock against it. He kissed his neck softly and ran his nose up alongside, breathing Sawyer in. God he smelled good. A soap smell mixed in with something very Sawyer, earth-like and musky.

  Sawyer tried to laugh, but was too turned on. Shaking his no, he said, “They are…outside I think.” Good God, Sawyer couldn’t concentrate. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words were eluding him. His hands slid down Troy’s thighs and he squeezed them, feeling muscles responding to his touch. Troy pushed into him more and Sawyer’s cock was so hard he wanted to unbutton his pants just to let the damn thing breathe. Troy was leaving a trail of seduction across his neck and Sawyer turned his face up to meet Troy’s lips.

  Troy’s fingers played at his jaw line as he pulled Sawyer’s lips up to his own. There was a soft moan and Troy felt his dick getting harder. He turned Sawyer around and took his mouth fully, while yanking him in closer. His fingers pulled at the hem of Sawyer’s shirt and he tugged it up and over his head, barely breaking the kiss.

  Troy’s hands investigated Sawyer’s skin. It was so soft. He’d never felt skin so soft. He ran his hands up Sawyer’s back and to the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss. Sawyer was giving himself over to him and Troy took the lead, kissing him the way he should of the first time; slow and sensual. Sawyer was hanging onto him now as Troy hoisted him up by his ass and took him over to the couch; Sawyer wrapped his legs around him in a damn vice grip. His hand slid up Sawyer’s thigh, leaving a trail of heat behind it as he made his way up. He gripped Sawyer’s ass in one hand and pulled him in, rubbing their hard pricks together through their jeans. He’d never hated denim so much. “God, I love kissing you.” Troy moaned into Sawyer’s mouth.

  “Mmm… me too.” Sawyer groaned. His body was one mess of emotions and his lupine side was trying to emerge. It was becoming a constant battle within him to suppress it. Sawyer wanted to touch Troy, wanted Troy to touch him. His lupine side wanted to fuck the shit out of Troy. Sawyer broke from the kiss, breathing hard and keeping his eyes squeezed shut. “I…I have to stop.”

  Troy looked at Sawyer. Both of them were shirtless and Troy was on his way to having Sawyer naked on the living room floor. Not the way a guy should lose his virginity. Troy was going to make sure Sawyer’s first time was the one he deserved. Not some quick fuck on a floor or couch. Sawyer deserved better and Troy could wait, even if it did give him blue balls. He backed away and ran a hand through his hair. “I think we should get some sleep. Is it alright if I take a shower?”

  If I can watch. Sawyer shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, the towels are in the hall closet. If you need anything else, just holler.” Sawyer stood up and put his shirt back on. “Good night, Troy.” Sawyer cleared the room fast and made it to his room, shutting the door. He let out a loud sigh and let his eyes change and his canines drop. It was actually painful to hold back, and his cock was still rock hard. He was going to have to jack off and relieve the pressure. The water came on for the shower and Sawyer closed his eyes, envisioning Troy naked, Troy’s hands flowing over his washboard abs.

  His hand began stroking his cock slowly, as his mind floated into the shower with Troy. His hands sliding up Troy’s strong defined chest and tweaking hard nipples, licking them and nibbling, all while his hand stroked Troy’s hardened cock. Their lips would meet and tongues would play as Troy’s own hand wrapped around Sawyer’s aching prick, relieving him of the stress of the day. Warm water cascading over them as their breaths became more ragged, more urgent. Their hips bucking, each of them stroking the other with long hard pulls and creating more sweet friction at the head, and then the explosion would come. Sawyer’s head hit the door and his balls emptied into his hand. He stood there breathing hard and then the smell of semen hit his nose. It wasn’t his.

  ~~

  Troy let out a soft moan as his orgasm ebbed from him; he slumped against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Not having Sawyer was going to drive him to drink, he better just buy a whole bottle of rum and get it over with. He’d deal with AA later. He squeezed the excess water from his hair and toweled off, making his way to the mirror. Steam floated around him as he cleaned off the mirror, looking at his reflection. Warm hazel eyes looked back and Troy smiled, thinking of Sawyer. He looked down at his cock and frowned. “Well, you better get used to my hand for a while, bud.”

  ~Chapter Six~

  Sawyer woke up with one hell of a boner, a dry mouth, and sticky for some reason. He pulled his boxers back to see that he’d come in his sleep. Great. He crawled out of bed and looked both ways out his bedroom door. No Troy. Creeping down the hall to the bathroom, he stopped and peeked inside the guest room. Troy was naked. Well sort of, the sheet rested right at his lower back, and one tan ass
cheek hung out. Well half a cheek, but it was enough for his dick to get hard again, making Sawyer increasingly uncomfortable and in need of a release. Again. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was fourteen. Yet one night in the house with Troy next door, had him coming in his boxers.

  Sawyer closed the door and made his way into the bathroom, clicking the door shut softly. He turned the shower on and thought about Troy jacking off in it last night. He could still smell him in here now. His eyes shifted as he got in the shower, the hot water steamed the walls and the scent of semen rushed up to meet him. Sawyer groaned and gripped his hard leaking prick, stroking hard and fast. It didn’t take much; the smell of Troy had him coming in seconds. Sawyer rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes. How was he going to be in the same space as Troy and not shift? He heard a soft knocking and his head snapped up. “Yeah?”