Hunting for Clay

by N. J. Nielsen

  Pottering around the kitchen the next morning, Clay couldn’t get over how much his arse still tingled after the wild and hot monkey sex he and Hunter had practiced last night. He had woken up this morning with Hunter’s flaccid cock still buried inside him, which of course became fully aroused the moment they started moving. Hunter had started to make the slowest and sweetest love to him they had ever had, just a gentle rocking of two bodies until they were both spent. Hunter owned him body, heart, and soul. He realised then he wouldn’t have it any other way. Hunter was the first person who had loved Clay for Clay and not because he looked like a cute little twink.

  He loved Hunter – he truly did.

  “Morning.” Marlowe yawned as he walked in scratching his stomach. “Did you have fun last night?”

  “I did, it was a blast.” He poured them both a coffee, handing Marlowe one as they sat at the kitchen table. They would have sat in the lounge room but both couches had sleeping bodies on them, people who never made it home last night. At least they would be here to help with the clean up this morning.

  “Next big party is your birthday.” Marlowe groaned out loud as he took his first sip of his coffee. “Or has he decided to take you out?”

  Clay grinned. “We are going out to dinner, but I wouldn’t say no to some partying afterward.”

  “I will start dropping hints then. I mean, there are only twelve days left for crying out loud.”

  “I’m sure whatever he has planned will be perfect. He has been so busy this last week since starting the new job it may slip his mind completely.” Clay shrugged. “I will be happy with whatever we end up doing.”

  “I will still drop hints so he doesn’t get so caught up and forget.”

  “Thanks. So how does it feel knowing angel boy wasn’t cheating on you?”

  Laughter bubbled out of Marlowe. “It is a huge relief. He felt so bad when he found out what I thought was happening. He wanted to save me from any backlash from his parents over what he and Dimmy had planned.” Marlowe shook his head. “I would have helped him if he had asked.”

  Clay watched as Marlowe drank some more coffee. He could tell Marlowe wanted to ask him something so he sat quietly and waited.

  “So, what do you think of Hunter’s client?”

  “Damon?” Clay shrugged. “I guess he is kinda hot. I am still trying to figure out if he is gay or not. I mean, I watched him last night and realised he is an equal opportunity flirt.”

  Marlowe’s eyes grew round. “Do you think he really did hit on Hunter during the interview?”

  Clay grinned. “I think he flirted with Hunter for sure. Though I was pissed when Hunter told me about it, after meeting Damon I know he didn’t mean anything by it. I think he is a flirt by nature.”

  “I notice he, Gene, and Dex had their heads together for most of the night. At one stage when I got close enough to hear what they were saying Dex was talking about Tondra going to Italy for the year. How boring is that? It was a wonder the poor guy didn’t run away screaming.”

  “At least he was being friendly.”

  Marlowe nodded, “Though he did spend a lot of time watching Dimmy and Jay. I was nearly going to tell him to put his eyes back in his head, but he didn’t even try and talk to them really. So I didn’t have to end up saying anything.”

  A giggle burst out of Clay. “You would run a mile before you would confront someone – you can’t even tell your boyfriend you want to spice it up in the bedroom.”

  Marlowe frowned. “I’m working on it. I will get around to discussing it eventually. I don’t wanna rush him.”

  “Wuss.” Clay chuckled.

  “It’s hard to bring it up. I don’t know how to start, and when he starts loving on me everything slips clean out of my head.”

  “Do you want me to talk to him?” Clay didn’t bother telling Marlowe that he could see Angelo was standing right outside the doorway, listening to everything they were saying. “Well?”

  Marlowe snorted. “What are you going to say? Hey angel boy, Mar wants you to get your kink on?”

  “Nah, I will think of something way more interesting to say then get your kink on.” He never took his gaze from Marlowe’s face as Angelo slipped away. At least now the guy had an inkling of what Marlowe wanted him to know.

  Marlowe laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Clay. I am sure I will get up the nerve to tell him sooner or later. It is better he hears it from me or it could end up being a game of operator, where what he hears is absolutely nothing like what I said.”

  “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t offer.” Clay got up from the table and rinsed his cup out in the sink. “So what are you and angel boy up to today?”

  “I think we are going out to buy Dimmy some stuff. He only has what he has been sneaking out for the last month. If their parents act the same way with Dimmy as they did Angelo, I doubt he will be getting anything else from home. What about you? Any big plans?”

  “Besides clean up duty? Not really. I thought I might curl up in bed with a good book, or a good man if I can convince Hunter to join me.” Clay waggled his eyebrows at Marlowe just to see him laugh. He liked the happy Marlowe much better than the worried Marlowe his friend had been all month.

  “So what are we doing first?” Marlowe asked as he joined him at the sink.

  Clay grinned. “I say we wake everyone the hell up so they can help with the clean up. Why should they get to sleep in?”

  “I am so with you on that.” Marlowe reached for a pot and a wooden spoon.

  Clay followed suit, banging on the pots as they walked through the house.

  § § § §

  By lunchtime the house was back to normal and all the overnight guests had gone home. Jayden had stayed for a little while longer before he too reluctantly went home. He had been telling them all about his plans to move out of home and what suburbs of the city he would like to live in. Ideally he would like to live somewhere in Newtown to be closer to them all. Clay had promised to help him look for something close. He walked his brother to the door, thinking how much he had enjoyed having Jayden back in his life. Well, not that he had ever been out of it. Clay had kept his distance so not to cause tension at home. How stupid had he been?

  Walking back into the lounge room, he went and sat on the couch between Dimmy and Hunter. “Do you think I should give my dad a second chance?” he asked the room at large.

  “What do you mean, love?”

  “Well, I was thinking maybe I could talk to him again and try and get him to see things from my point of view. If he would be willing to listen than maybe we can come to some sort of agreement concerning you,” he said as he leaned into Hunter’s side.

  “I think you need to do whatever feels right in your own heart. I’m not going to be upset or hurt if you need to spend time with your family without me. It will take time for your dad to change his point of view,” Hunter said.

  Sighing, Clay leaned further into Hunter. “Why can’t he see how much you love me? Why can’t he try and understand that you make me happy, and take care of me? He always said he wanted us to be happy and healthy and when I finally find what makes me happy he has a problem with it.” Clay hated knowing it sounded like he was whining.

  Hunter wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled Clay even further into his body. “I don’t know, love. I am sure with Jayden also being gay his viewpoint may change. Honestly, I think you will have to sit down and talk to him.”

  Nodding Clay got up. “I will ring him and see when he is willing to talk.”

  § § § §

  Hunter couldn’t believe how nervous he was as he waited for Charles Montgomery to join him. He knew it was bad going behind Clay’s back, but he needed to know if he and Clay’s father could come to some sort of agreement where Clay was concerned. He had hated seeing the sad and torn look his lover had worn after his talk with his father and hated it more when he held Clay in his arms as he sobbed his heart out in defeat. Looking up, he saw fami
liar eyes in the gentleman that walked toward him. Standing, he offered his hand.

  “Mr. Montgomery, thank you for coming to talk to me.”

  Charles nodded before taking a seat. “Exactly what do you want to talk about, Mr. Weldon?”

  “I would like to see if you and I can come to some sort of truce. It is hurting Clay that you aren’t willing to include me in his life. For two years I have watched him hurt over this,” Hunter said honestly, wanting to get it all out on the table. “What exactly is it you are against? I know you have no problems with him being gay, is it him being in a relationship? What do you have against your son being in a committed and stable relationship with a man he loves and who loves him back just as much?” Hunter took a deep breath before continuing. “I want you to know, now that same sex civil unions have been legalised I will be asking Clay to be my husband. I am going to be married to your son. I will be a permanent fixture in his life.”

  Hunter watched as Charles rubbed the heel of his hands onto his eyes. It seemed he needed time to work out what he wanted to say. Sitting quietly, Hunter waited.

  “To be perfectly honest with you, I don’t know how to get things back on track with Clayton. Every time we are in the same room I seem to say something to offend him and before I can stop myself and apologise, he leaves.”

  It dawned on Hunter that maybe this problem was partly Clay’s fault as well. He thought for a moment before asking, “If you feel this way then why not include me in any of the family dinners he was asked to?”

  Charles looked shocked. “You were always invited. Clayton refused to bring you because he got it into his head I was going to offend you in some way.”

  “So really the last two years have been a total misunderstanding?” Hunter asked.

  Nodding, Charles let out a strangled laugh. “I can’t believe how stupid we have both been.”

  Hunter signalled to the waitress to come over to take their drinks and lunch orders. He wanted to give Charles time to get himself together.

  “Mr. Montgomery—”

  “Call me Charles, son. I mean, if you plan on marrying my son it makes you family.”

  Smiling he said, “I’m Hunter, and yes I am going to marry him.”

  “I bet he is excited as anything. Clayton – Clay, he always did love a good party.”

  “Um, well, the thing is – Clay doesn’t know yet. I am going to ask him on his birthday.” Hunter spent the next two hours filling Clay’s father in on what he had planned. Even getting Charles to agree to be there with his wife for the moment he popped the question.

  Hunter would let his parents being at the party be an added surprise — he hoped it would be a nice surprise. If Clay took it badly, then there was going to be hell to pay. Clay in a temper was not a very fun thing to have to withstand. He loved the man to death but he shuddered whenever Clay threw a hissy fit. They were few and far between, thank God.

  Shaking hands with Charles, Hunter was felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was much happier as he headed home.

  His phone began ringing, “Weldon Digigraph Designs,” he said as he pulled off to the side of the road and answered.

  He recognised the voice of his newest client. “Hunter, it’s Arthur Davenport. I was wondering if it would be possible to schedule a meeting for the engagement party Damon asked me about. I think we can come to some sort of arrangement which would be satisfactory to us both.”

  “Thank you and I would be happy to meet with you. I am free whenever you are. I can even give you an updated report on what I have done on the diners.”

  “Good, good. I will get Damon to set up an appointment for when we are both free.”

  After saying good-bye, Hunter pulled back into the flow of traffic and drove home. Having everything fall into place was making his cock hard. He couldn’t wait to get home he needed to touch his lover’s beautiful body — thank God Clay would be up for it.

  § § § §

  Clay squealed as Hunter strode through the door and picked him up in a fireman’s hold, not stopping until they were shut in their bedroom. He giggled as Hunter tossed him onto his bed. Someone’s man was horny as hell. Clay hardened in an instant the moment Hunter began stripping. Fuck, he loved Hunter’s body. It was absolutely gorgeous and he liked the fact Hunter wasn’t obsessed with the need to have a hard-as-rock six-pack. Clay loved the way Hunter’s body felt against his own — loved the sound of their skin slapping against each other.

  “Choose what you want from the chest, lover. Because once we start you will be beyond the chance of choosing. Oh, and lover, make sure you get the clamps. I want to see your sexy little nipples all swollen and wanting,” Hunter said huskily and Clay didn’t even have to drop his trousers to know his cock was leaking.

  Opening the chest, Clay studied the items inside as he let his body regain some of its self-control. His arsehole was already twitching in anticipation of the harsh fucking he was about to receive. Pulling out handcuffs, he tossed them onto the bed. His body tingled with the thought of being restrained. He stilled as Hunter walked over, stood behind him, and unbuttoned his shirt until it slid from his body. He leaned back against Hunter’s chest as Hunter reached past him and took the clamps from their resting place and attached them to his peaked and aching nipples.

  “Fuck.” Clay groaned with the little bite of pain.

  “Are you okay, love?” Hunter breathed against his ear.

  “Yes,” Clay hissed as Hunter’s hands dropped to the buttons on his fly. He hissed again as his cock hit the open air. “Please, I need…”

  “What do you need, love?” Hunter’s wrapped one hand around his hard-on, while the other tugged gently on the chain connecting his nipples. “I asked, what do you need? If you don’t answer I will have to punish you.”

  Clay’s hands groped blindly in the box, pulling out dildos and paddles. “Fuck, I need you inside me.” Dropping the toys on the floor, he frantically pushed at his slacks until he could kick his legs free.

  “On the bed, lover.” Hunter stopped his torture and pushed him onto the bed.

  He had just enough time to see Hunter pick up the toys he had dropped before he scrambled further onto the bed, his hands above his head so his lover could attach the waiting cuffs. He panted with want as he felt the cool metal closing around his wrists and then the metallic click as Hunter attached them to the centre column in the head board. The cuffs he had chosen where his favourites as they allowed him to be turned at will, from hands and knees to flat on his back without having to be released.

  Clay whimpered as Hunter gently tugged on his nipple chain. He felt his cock slap back against his abdomen and he needed Hunter inside him before he lost his load completely. He tried to count backward from one hundred to stave off his pending orgasm as Hunter began a sensual assault on his body.

  “Why did you choose the dildo, Clay? Have you been thinking about having two cocks inside your beautiful hole? Do you dream of riding my cock as someone else fucks you hard and fast?”

  “No,” Clay denied. Yet the idea had now been placed firmly in his head. If he wasn’t mistaken, even his cock jumped at the idea. “Only you. I want—” he shuddered as Hunter flipped him so he was on his knees, he didn’t even have time to think before Hunter’s mouth descended to his hole. Nibbling and scraping teeth was almost his undoing. Groaning loudly he dropped his forehead to the bed.

  Hunter thrust the tip of his tongue against Clay’s pucker with each new touch he felt the tightness give a little bit more. He fucking loved the taste of his man, loved how responsive Clay’s body was to his touch. With one final stab he thrust his tongue as deep as he could inside his lover’s body. Clay was going to come and he was going to enjoy the time it took to bring Clay’s cock back into play. He wondered if he could bring Clay to orgasm with only the tongue fucking he was dishing out. Only one way to find out, but it wasn’t going to happen today. Today he was going to fuck Clay’s precious hole to see just h
ow full he could make his lover. The shudder rippling through his lover’s smaller frame was exactly what he wanted to feel. Replacing his tongue with the tip of his finger, he reached across and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Adding generous amounts of lube to his finger, Hunter thrust deep, stretching Clay until he had four fingers buried deep inside him. He loved the sound of Clay panting before him.

  Hunter replaced his fingers with the dildo he had picked up and lubed. His breath caught as he slowly fucked his lover. His own prick was rock hard and in need of some attention and his body ached with wanting to be inside Clay. But tonight was all about Clay, and as much as he would like to try and fuck Clay at the same time as he used the dildo, they wouldn’t be having sex that way tonight. It would take a lot more preparation time than they had before Clay’s body was ready for double penetration.

  “Love, are you okay?” Sweat broke out across his already damp skin as Clay moaned beneath him. “Do you want me to stop?”

  The only answer he got was a slight push back against him and it was all he needed. Taking his time, he removed the toy and made love to his man. He held him gently by the hips as he thrust over and over into his body. It felt so good, so tight. Hunter increased his speed until he made Clay moan with each and every thrust.

  Running his hands up over Clay’s back, he gripped his shoulders and changed the angle enough to go deeper. Clay’s body bowed as he screamed Hunter’s name. Pounding into his lover’s arse, Hunter came as soon as Clay’s body tightened its already vice-like hold on him. Afterward, Hunter collapsed and manoeuvred their positions so they were lying spooned and still joined.

  “Did I hurt you?” Hunter asked after he finally got his voice working. His softening cock slipped from his lover’s hole. Clay didn’t answer, only shook his head as he pressed back against Hunter. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed Clay’s swollen pucker until it settled down. Then he undid the cuffs still restraining Clay to the headboard.

  “Hunter,” Clay moaned. His body and mind was at tug-of–war with each other. As much as he loved what had happened between them, he didn’t know if he wanted to share his body with a third person. He needed to work out how to go about telling Hunter that being with him was all he needed.