by Max Hudson
He grabbed at his sweater and tugged it off, tossing it aside. Then his polo shirt went the same way. Now he stood shirtless before Stewart, who was looking over him as if minutely inspecting every part of his chest. From the gleam in his eyes, he liked what he saw. Emboldened, Jonathan pushed his jeans down his thighs, his boxers following suit, and kicked them aside. Now he stood in just his socks. Stewart chuckled and gestured at the socks.
“Them, too. I know it’s cold, but you’ll get warm soon enough.”
Jonathan chuckled.
“Yes, sir.” He took his socks off and then did a slow turn, flexing his muscles as he did so. “You like?”
“Very much.” Stewart’s hands went to his shirt. “Don’t take your eyes off me. And don’t touch your cock.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want you to ache for me.” Stewart slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “I want to see how much you want this. Hands get in the way.”
Jonathan wanted to stroke himself. He wanted to pump his cock as he watched Stewart strip. But he didn’t, Stewart’s order still in his mind. His cock was twitching and stiffening even more as Jonathan stared at Stewart.
The man had a body that made his mouth water. Long and lean, muscles sculpted as if out of marble. Stewart certainly looked after himself. His lean chest tapered down to his waist, his jeans fitting nicely to his thighs. Stewart smirked as he unsnapped his jeans, lowering the zipper.
“Like what you see?”
“Definitely.”
“You’re going to see a lot more.”
“Please.”
Stewart chuckled and he pushed his jeans down, leaving his boxers.
“I like how eager you are.” He said as he nudged his jeans aside with his feet, taking off his socks. “Do you want to show me how eager you are?”
“Yes.”
Stewart had kept his boxers on, but there was no hiding his erection. It was long, very long, and lean. Jonathan licked his lips. Then Stewart brought his cock out and stroked himself, beckoning Jonathan over.
“Get over here and on your knees. I want you to show me how eager you are for my cock.”
An order like that in any other context would have had Jonathan walking away. But with Stewart, he couldn’t. He found himself walking over and kneeling before him. Stewart took Jonathan’s head firmly with one hand and guided him to his cock. Jonathan let him, holding onto Stewart’s hips as he wobbled and Stewart’s cock touched his lips. He opened his mouth and Stewart immediately thrust inside.
Stewart let out a low moan, and his body shuddered. Jonathan tightened his lips around Stewart’s cock, but allowed Stewart to take control. The tip of his cock touched the back of Jonathan’s throat, but he eased his breathing once the thought of gagging started. Take it slowly. Stewart was much longer than his other lovers, but Jonathan wasn’t about to pull away yet.
He felt Stewart’s hand tighten on his head as Stewart fucked his mouth. His nails were digging into Jonathan’s scalp, but Jonathan didn’t notice the pain. He liked it, a little. All Jonathan wanted right now was Stewart fucking him, in any way he could get. Now the gloves had come off and Stewart had made his intentions known, he would have to be a fool to back away now.
All too soon, Stewart let out a low moan and pulled away. Jonathan almost toppled forward as Stewart backed away, stroking his cock. Pre-cum was coming from the tip, which Stewart rubbed around the head and down his shaft. Jonathan groaned, but Stewart shook his head.
“Not there. Not yet.” He pointed at the couch. “On there. Face the window.”
“But…” Jonathan looked at the window, which had vertical blinds partially open. “People will be able to see us.”
“Precisely. I want people to know that I’m fucking you.” Stewart took off his boxers, tossing them aside. “I don’t normally like an audience, but with you I’m willing to make an exception.”
Jonathan didn’t like an audience, either, or anyone could see as they went past the house. But even as he thought this, Jonathan felt the arousal tighten in his belly. He shivered at the thought of being caught. Stewart laughed.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you? You like that we might be caught.”
“As long as it’s not by Megan.” Jonathan rose to his feet, his legs shaking. “Don’t take too long.”
“Who’s the one giving orders here, Lieutenant Commander Rodney?”
“Sorry.”
Jonathan went to the couch and kneeled on the cushions. From this position, he could see the street, the house opposite and even his parent’s house next door over on the other side. Anyone could go by. Luckily, none of his siblings were around, all of them having scarpered shortly after the cops left. But the idea of someone looking up and seeing what he and Stewart were up to...the thought sent a shiver down his spine. He reached down to stroke his cock, only for Stewart to slap his hand away.
“I told you not to touch yourself. And don’t turn around. I want you to keep looking out of the window.”
“Yes, sir.”
One of Stewart’s warm hands rested on his back. Then Jonathan started as a thick finger pushed into his ass. It was warmer, smoother. Jonathan saw the bottle of lube on the couch beside him.
“You keep a bottle of that down here?”
“I’ve always got one handy.” Stewart thrust his finger into Jonathan’s ass, the thickness making Jonathan sigh. “You never know when it’s going to arise and you need it.”
“Like now?”
“Like now.” Stewart’s finger disappeared, and Jonathan groaned. Then he felt movement close against his back as Stewart pressed in from behind. “Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Yes, sir.”
Stewart groaned.
“God, I love it when you call me that.” The blunt head of his cock pressed against Jonathan’s asshole, making Jonathan shuddered. “Just so you know, I don’t do slow. I never do slow.”
“Neither do I.” It had been too long, and Jonathan was more than eager. He arched his back. “Don’t do slow.”
Stewart chuckled.
“Good.”
He rammed in. Hard. Knocking Jonathan toward the cushions. Jonathan moaned loudly. He could feel Stewart’s cock stretching him, the pain melting away into pleasure so strong that he could feel it rippling up his spine. God, that felt good.
Gripping Jonathan by the hips, Stewart began to fuck him, each thrust pushing Jonathan against the couch. He didn’t start slowly and build. It was a fierce rhythm, pounding Jonathan’s ass as his hips slapped against Jonathan’s backside. Jonathan clutched onto the back of the couch and pushed back. Now he couldn’t stop himself from moaning. With his orgasm building quicker than he anticipated and the sensations coming from the friction, Jonathan knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Pity. Because he didn’t want this to stop.
Stewart leaned over, pressing against Jonathan’s back. He kissed Jonathan’s shoulder before reaching around and stroking Jonathan’s cock.
“I can feel how close you are.” He growled. “Cum for me. I want you to coat my hand with you.”
Jonathan had never gone for dirty talk, but this simply tipped him over the edge. His orgasm hit him, and he yelled, feeling his cock explode as Stewart pumped him. Moments later, Stewart was trembling, his thrusts still fast but erratic. Then he let out a growl and his cock twitched hard as he came.
Jonathan felt it, and he could feel someone shaking. With his head spinning, coat in sweat and pressed against the cushions, he couldn’t be sure which one of them was shaking.
Stewart was holding onto Jonathan’s torso, his head resting against Jonathan’s back. They stayed like that for a moment, Stewart’s cock still firmly in Jonathan’s ass. It kept twitching, and Jonathan shivered. Then Stewart raised his head.
“Wow. That was intense.”
“It’s been a while.”
“Same here.” Stewart eased his cock out and turned Jonathan over, shifting to stra
ddle him. He smiled as he stroked Jonathan’s cheek. “And I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
“I noticed. Now.” Jonathan sat up and wrapped his arms around Stewart’s waist. He kissed Stewart’s neck. “Maybe you should’ve made a move earlier.”
“Maybe.”
Stewart captured his mouth in a kiss, biting on Jonathan’s lip before pulling back with a smile.
“When do you go back to base?”
“January the first.” Jonathan grimaced. “But I’m going to go to a hotel or head back to base early. I won’t be able to manage in Mom and Dad’s home. Not alone.”
He didn’t mean to fish, but Jonathan was silently hoping that Stewart would ask him to stay. A week of spending time with Stewart, intimately, would be a perfect Christmas gift for him.
Stewart grinned.
“Then stay here with me and Megan.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’ve got plenty of room. But I do have one condition.”
“Oh?”
“You stay in my bed.” Stewart slipped off Jonathan’s lap and tugged him to his feet. “And you do as I say when we’re in bed. At all times.”
Jonathan grinned. After finding out what brand of dominance Stewart had, he could handle it. He could handle it a lot.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Seven
Stewart watched Jonathan as he slept. The man liked to spread across the bed, certainly. It was clear that he didn’t sleep with other men often, if at all.
Stewart didn’t mind. He would let Jonathan settle in before he reminded him about sharing the bed.
Sharing the bed. The thought made him smile. It had been a while since he had shared his bed, or any bed. But it didn’t scare him that Jonathan was now there. It had the opposite effect.
It felt like he had been there forever.
Not wanting to wake his new lover, Stewart dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading out of the room. Their clothes were strewn all around the living room, and there was a good chance that Megan would put two and two together when she returned home. Stewart needed to tidy up and hope that Megan didn’t find out.
Too late. Their clothes were outside the bedroom door, neatly folded. A note was on top of Jonathan’s belongings. Stewart picked it up and opened it.
‘There’s coffee for you when you need some energy’.
Stewart chuckled. Tucking the note into his pocket, he made his way downstairs. The living room was now tidy, the bottle of lube Stewart had plucked from a drawer now gone. Then he saw it discreetly hidden behind a Christmas card. Buster was climbing his scratching post, ignoring him. And Stewart could hear someone in the kitchen.
Megan was there, pouring coffee into a mug. She looked up as Stewart walked in.
“Hey. Sorry, I was cold. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Stewart reached the crockery cupboard and took out a mug, which he held out. “Mind if I have one?”
“Sure.” Megan poured out coffee for him before putting the percolator down. She grinned as she put in milk and lots of sugar into her mug. “I figured you and my brother were a little...occupied, so I tidied up the living room. Just in case Dad came barging over demanding to know when I was coming home.”
“I saw.” Stewart chuckled. “Although I’m sure he would have thought you were having an orgy.”
“Try explaining to Dad what Jonathan’s clothes are doing all over the place. Especially when they saw him wearing the same clothes.” Megan made a face. “God, the noises coming from you two when I came back. No wonder you didn’t hear me when I fell over in the snow on the porch.”
“Shit, you okay?”
“I’m alive. Just some bruised knees.” Megan sipped her coffee, giving Stewart a look over the rim of the mug. “Stewart, I’m not fussing about you fucking guys, and I’m not bothered with the noise - God only knows, people are certainly not quiet about sex - but I am a little disturbed that I had to hear you fucking my big brother.”
“Jonathan’s very vocal.”
“I know that now.” Megan shuddered. “I wish I didn’t, though.”
Stewart laughed.
“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it when you’re living with him.”
“Only if you buy me noise-reducing headphones so I don’t have to listen to you two.”
“I’ll remember that.” Stewart surveyed Megan. She was looking a lot more relaxed than she had been during the police visit. “How was your visit to your friend?”
“Good. I feel a lot better hanging out with her.” Megan sighed. “Stacey’s sad that I’m going to be leaving, but she understands. She also asked why I didn’t leave sooner.”
“Before eighteen, you would’ve been dragged home and locked up, I’m sure.”
“I told her that.” Megan cupped her hands around her mug and leaned against the counter. “I’m looking forward to a new life. I haven’t lived with Jonathan before, but I’m sure things will be fine. It can’t be any worse than what I’ve got now.”
“I can’t argue with that.” Stewart paused. “With your brother, he and I are coming to an agreement about our...relationship. We’re still working things out, but it’s looking good.”
“Sounds like you two were enjoying your...relationship when I came back.”
“You’re not going to let me forget this, are you?”
Megan winked.
“Nope. And Jonathan won’t be escaping it, either.”
“Would you object to us together?”
“You and Jonathan? Of course not. I’ve always wondered if something would happen. You two are cute together.” Megan giggled. “I’m just surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”
Stewart smirked.
“Let’s just say I needed to know that I’m in charge.”
“Yuck!” Megan squealed and screwed up her face. “I did not need to know that, Stewart!”
“Well, you did talk about why it didn’t happen sooner. I was simply telling you why.”
“Now I wish I hadn’t said anything.”
Stewart had been wondering what to do until Jonathan woke up and came downstairs. Now he knew. Teasing Megan was going to be fun.
Then he heard someone banging on the door. Then the doorbell went, followed by more banging. Stewart saw Megan freeze, her smile dying away. Putting his mug down, Stewart gestured for her to stay put and headed into the hall. The banging started again.
“I’m coming! Don’t break the door down!” He opened the door with a scowl. “Look, Miles…”
That was when he saw three burly uniformed officers on his porch, along with an equally burly plain-clothes detective. The man’s badge was displayed proudly on his chest. He fixed Stewart with a hard glare.
“Are you Stewart Houghton?”
“Yes. And you are?”
“Detective Cunniliffe. Step aside, sir. We do have a warrant.”
Stewart was confused. He looked around all four men, who were fixing him with hard stares. What was going on?
“If this is about Megan Rodney, we’ve already been over this with your colleagues.”
“We know you spoke to them, but Megan’s parents are very distraught.”
Cunniliffe barged into the house, knocking Stewart aside with his shoulder. Stewart stumbled, only to get bumped into again as the uniformed officers came in. He regained his balance and followed them into the living room.
“And I’m sure you know that Megan is eighteen and she left home of her own accord.”
“Not according to her father.” Cunniliffe turned to Stewart, sneering at him as he looked Stewart up and down. “He’s very distressed at your phone call.”
“Phone call? What phone call?”
“What’s going on?”
Megan had stepped into the living room. Cunniliffe turned to her. His sneer didn’t go away.
“Are you Megan Rodney?”
“Yes, I am. What’s going on?”
“We received a d
istressed phone call from Mr. and Mrs. Rodney. Mr. Houghton called your parents today, threatening them and saying that he will make sure you never come back. Mr. Rodney took that to be a threat on your life, that you were being held against your will.”
Stewart couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Miles had gone a step further than earlier. Now he was lying to the police. Megan looked equally stunned.
“He’s mad!” She cried. “I left under my own accord. I’m here by choice!”
“Even so, we’re going to need to take the two of you to the police station to sort this out. There are a lot of things you two need to answer.”
Stewart stared as Cunniliffe brought out the handcuffs, his expression saying he was enjoying this. Then he started toward Stewart.
“Whoa, hold up! Are those necessary?”
“Until we know otherwise, you’ve kidnapped Megan Rodney. That’s a felony in this state.” Cunniliffe raised his eyebrows. “Do you want to put these on willingly? Or are you going to put up a fight? I dare you.”
“I’m not a kidnap victim!” Megan protested. “I’m eighteen! And Stewart has not called my parents! He’s not the threatening type.”
“Then he won’t object to coming down the station for some questions.” Cunniliffe smirked as he approached Stewart. “Put your wrists out, Mr. Houghton.”
Stewart debated shouting for Jonathan. But he could see the nearest officer. He looked like he was about to tackle him. Stewart looked at Megan.
“Go upstairs and let your brother know what’s going on. We’re going to need some help ironing out this misunderstanding.”
“Brother?” Cunniliffe stopped. “Mr. and Mrs. Rodney didn’t mention a brother here.”
“That’s because Jonathan’s thirty-seven and a naval officer.” Megan snapped. “He’s also in a relationship with Stewart, so I guess that makes Stewart my brother-in-law, not my kidnapper.”
She stormed out of the room, one of the officers following close behind. Stewart sighed. This was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon.
“Detective Cunniliffe, how about we sit down and discuss it here? I think you’ve been misled about a lot of things.”
“This is happening at the station, Mr. Houghton.”
