Grand Adventures

by Dawn Kimberly Johnson

  Blake tore his mouth away from Jon’s, pulling away just far enough to look into his eyes. “God,” he rasped out. “You are so fucking hot.”

  Jon grinned up at him. “Takes one to know one,” he replied, thrusting his hips up harder.

  Blake kissed him, hard and fast. He kept his lips resting against Jon’s as he spoke again. “Fuck me.”

  Jon’s eyelids drooped, and his mouth opened. “Oh hell yes.”

  BLAKE MOVED away, falling onto his back on the mattress, and Jon sat up and reached for the bedside table where he’d stashed condoms and lube earlier. When he turned back, Blake had already pushed a pillow under his hips and bent his legs, feet on the mattress, perfectly positioned for a good hard pounding. Jon’s mouth watered at the sight.

  He moved quickly between Blake’s legs and popped open the lube. “You’ll have to tell me what you need,” he said. “Don’t want to take any chances on hurting you. Not into pain, not like that.”

  Blake chuckled and shifted. “Me either,” he said. “Never had problems before, but I’ll let you know if anything’s going wrong.”

  Jon brought slick fingers up to Blake’s hole and circled lightly until Blake shifted his hips again. He went in with a finger then, taking Blake’s groan as encouragement. He worked quickly but carefully, getting Blake up to three fingers and a fully restored hard-on in a matter of minutes, but he waited until Blake drew in a deep breath and demanded “Fuck me!” before he went for the condom.

  The first inch inside was almost his undoing. He didn’t have any idea how he kept himself from slamming all the way in. Blake felt so good and looked so gorgeous under him, his swollen lips hanging open and his eyes falling shut. He moaned and pushed down toward Jon, and Jon moved in farther, feeling Blake’s body relax to let him inside. He loved that moment, that rush of acceptance. It always left him dizzy with arousal.

  He paused once he was all the way in, intending to wait for Blake to say or do something to indicate he was ready for more, but Blake seemed to be a step ahead of him. He shoved his hips and practically growled out a single syllable: “Move!”

  Jon moved. His hips seemed to take on a life of their own, responding to Blake’s verbal and nonverbal cues almost before Jon’s mind registered them. Soon they were fucking in earnest, hips slapping, moans and cries bouncing off the walls, the smells of sex and sweat filling the air. Blake’s legs slipped off Jon’s shoulders and ended up hooked over his arms instead, but Jon didn’t care, and Blake didn’t seem to mind. He’d wrapped both hands around the bottom edge of the headboard, hanging on so tight that the muscles in his arms were bulging, and Jon groaned and pumped harder at the sight. Good God, Blake’s body was beyond perfect.

  Blake’s moans were constant now, his head turning back and forth on the pillow, eyes pressed shut. His cock bounced against his stomach with every thrust, and Jon knew neither of them was going to last much longer. He shifted his balance and brought one hand up from the mattress to grab Blake’s dick, stroking hard and fast. “Come on, Blake, come for me,” he said. “Gonna come in you, want you to come so hard for me—”

  That was all it took. “Oh shit, Jon!” Blake shouted, spurting come all over Jon’s hand and his own chest and stomach, even splashing a few drops on his own chin. His ass clamped down around Jon’s cock, and Jon yelled Blake’s name as he followed him into oblivion.

  BLAKE WASN’T sure what to say afterward. Once they’d recovered, Jon pulled out carefully and then retrieved a towel and washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning Blake up gently but silently. Blake watched him, trying to be sure he was reading his expression right.

  This wasn’t just a one-night stand to Jon, was it?

  Blake smiled a little. He liked that idea. The sex had been amazing, but he’d enjoyed their conversation at the club a lot too. And just looking at Jon now made his skin tingle and his heart beat faster. He didn’t know what might happen after this, but he knew he didn’t want this to be the end of it. Heck, if nothing else, he still wanted to draw Jon. Preferably multiple times, in multiple poses, and without a stitch of clothing, just as he was then.

  This might just turn out to be the best Valentine’s Day of my life, Blake thought.

  Jon tossed the towel and washcloth into the bathroom and slid back onto the mattress, lying on his stomach with his hands folded under his head and his face turned toward Blake. Blake could only see one of his deep brown eyes under those long, full lashes, but the apprehension there was apparent. He’d taken the biggest risk that night, putting everything out there for a chance with Blake, and Blake decided it was his turn to make a move.

  Blake rolled onto his side facing Jon, folding one arm under his head and stretching the other out to run his palm from the nape of Jon’s neck down to the small of his back, letting his hand rest there just above the curve of his ass.

  “So,” he said. “Didn’t you say something about taking me out for coffee?”

  Jon lifted his head just slightly, meeting Blake’s gaze with his own. He seemed to study Blake’s face, and Blake tried to project encouragement, affection, and interest. Tried to tell Jon without words, without pushing too hard, that he’d be interested in exploring this thing further too.

  Jon’s eyes softened and lightened then, and a slow, beautiful, dimpled smile grew across his face. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, I did.”

  Blake smiled back at him, and he drew Jon into his arms. “Coffee in the morning,” Blake said softly. “Might as well make good use of the room in the meantime.”

  Jon snickered against his chest. “I did buy a dozen condoms,” he murmured, and Blake had to laugh at that.

  “Oh, I think they’ll get used,” he said. “Next time I get to choose.”

  Jon laughed again, and Blake closed his eyes, savoring the sound.

  Maybe the money wouldn’t be the best thing he’d get out of this job after all. He didn’t know if he should thank Cupid or St. Valentine, but either way, he knew February fourteenth would never be the same for him again.

  Stalking 101

  MORIA MCCAIN

  To Eric and TJ, two of the strongest men I’ve seen. Your love and commitment are an inspiration to me. I look forward to seeing where you go from here as I know it will be amazing.

  REGINALD ISAAC Thornton the Third stalked his prey with all the grace of a turtle, or so it felt to him. He peered around the corner of the building where he took his Antitrust class and took quick note of where his obsession stood, working with a hammer. A warm tremor went through his body when he spotted him. If he had ever doubted he was gay, this man had thrown that right out the window. Now he had to figure out how to approach him.

  At first he had simply scurried by the work site, a new building for the Fine Arts program, but all that got him was the nickname Rabbit. He suspected it was the foreman who had thought up that one. His construction worker had smiled at him but didn’t really say anything. It was time to step up the hunt. He had no idea where these hunting thoughts were coming from, but they seemed to fit the situation.

  Then he tried dropping his books in front of the building and spent a long time sorting them and gathering them up so he could check out his guy’s ass. Unfortunately, it also meant that all the other workers teased him about being a clumsy bunny. Too humiliated to try that again, he decided to work on a different way to scope out the site.

  Next came the binoculars. He claimed to be bird-watching, but his twin sister caught him at it and pointed out that birds would be in trees or bushes or the sky, not at a construction site.

  He needed another plan. Spotting a bench under a tree near the work site, he walked over to it as casually as he could and took his sandwich out of his backpack. It was a perfect view of his hottie, who had removed his shirt. Oh my, went the voice in his head. Oh my, indeed. He took a small bite of his sandwich as his gaze went up and down that delicious body. Good thing he had an hour break before his next class.

  Unfortunately his lunch break
went by far too fast, and before he knew it, time was up. He got to his feet and shot one last glance at his favorite worker. To his embarrassment, the man stood watching him. When he noticed Reginald looking, he waved. Mortified, Reginald gave a half wave back and then hurried to his class.

  He slid into his seat just in the nick of time, and his twin sister, Constance, gave him a frown.

  “Cutting it close, aren’t you?”

  “Sorry, I lost track of the time.”

  She rolled her eyes at him and handed him his book for the class.

  “Mooning over that construction guy, weren’t you? Good thing I picked up your book from my place yesterday, or you would have been even later.”

  The professor started the class, and they both settled in their seats to listen to the lecture. After the class, Constance caught him by the arm.

  “Come with me to the library. I need to look up a couple of the court cases he cited, and you do too.”

  “Ugh, so boring. I thought I might go down to the—”

  “No! Listen, I know you like this guy, but you need to get this down, or you’ll flunk out. Then what would Dad and Mom say? You barely scraped by your first year. They’ll kill you if you flunk out.” Her glasses slid down her nose, and he gently pushed them back up for her.

  “You’re right. They don’t get that I’m going to make a terrible lawyer. I hate this stuff. They should have stuck with just you coming here. At least then they’d get one great lawyer out of it.” Glumly, he kicked at the sidewalk and pushed his own nerdy glasses back up.

  “Look, I’ll help you, and if we both work at it, we should be finished in a couple hours. Maybe you can gawk at that guy before he has to leave.”

  Cheered up by the thought, he took her arm. “You’re right. Let’s go, and then you can give me some advice on how to ask him out.”

  “What? Really? Aren’t you worried about what Dad will say if he hears about it?”

  “Naw, I figure he’ll never know as long as I avoid the hot spots for the law students.”

  Her dark eyes crinkled in thought. “I hope you’re right about that. I’ll try to help keep him off the track of your sex life.”

  “How are you going to do that?”

  “Never you mind. I can be conniving when I want to be.”

  “Oh, I know that,” he joked back.

  “Don’t make me go all big sister on you,” she warned.

  “Just because you were born first doesn’t mean that you get to boss me around.”

  “I wouldn’t even try, but I am going to worry about you.”

  “It will be fine. That is, if I can get the courage up to actually talk to him.”

  They reached the library, and Constance stopped for a moment.

  “Just be careful, Reggie. You don’t really know this guy. If he ends up being some sort of homophobic asshole, you could get hurt. I don’t want that to happen.”

  He gave her a hug. “I know, sweetheart, but I’m tired of longing for something I’m not supposed to have or do. It’s time for me to go for it.”

  “Okay, but you need to call me and let me know what’s going on. Now let’s get this done so you can chase him down.”

  Reginald smirked at her and led the way into the building.

  IT HAD taken longer than he had expected to get their papers done, but at last they had finished. Now he raced over the campus to the construction site with a little prayer. He hoped he hadn’t missed them going home. He had a plan, and he was sticking to it with hopes of catching his man tonight.

  They seemed to be winding down for the night and were packing things up. Reginald’s construction worker was laughing with his buddies, his dark hair tousled-looking as he took off his hard hat. Damn, he looked fine, all hard muscle and sleek grace, his Native American ancestry apparent even to Reginald’s inexperienced eyes, and he couldn’t wait to see all that body naked in his bed.

  Holy crap, he had turned into a stalker. The only thing that gave him hope in this whole mess was the fact that he’d caught Mr. Construction Worker checking out his ass on those scurry-bys.

  Now the guy had gotten into his pickup truck. Reginald hurried to his car, trying to look inconspicuous. He had a feeling he’d failed when one of the other construction workers waved at him. His face flaming, he waved back and then set off to follow his crush.

  They drove along for several miles before the truck turned in at a market. Reginald parked on the side of the road and debated with himself. Should he go in or not? After a moment he decided it couldn’t hurt and headed up to the door. Inside, he grabbed a basket and threw in a bag of chips so it looked like he was just there to do some shopping. He tried looking casual as he glanced around the store, but he didn’t see his quarry.

  With a huff of irritation, he made his way to the back of the store, where he spotted the man almost immediately. Up closer, his guy was taller than he had expected. Everyone seemed tall to Reginald, but this guy had to be close to six two. At barely five foot seven, he felt even shorter than normal. He straightened up and walked casually over to where his construction worker stood looking at steaks.

  Now to say something, anything. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. His mind was blank. After all, what do you say to the man you’ve spent the past week drooling over and following around? He tried again as the other man looked up at him questioningly. Nothing but a squeak came out. He was horrified. His face grew hot and he walked away quickly, ignoring the soft “Hey!” behind him. He dumped the basket and ran out the door.

  Sitting back in his car, he put his head down on the steering wheel in miserable contemplation of his failure. A firm knock on his window made him look up at the last person on earth he wanted to see—his construction guy. He took a deep breath and rolled down the window.

  “Hey, are you okay?” The rich timbre of the man’s voice sent a wave of pleasure over Reginald. He could have stayed in this spot forever if the guy would just keep talking. Unfortunately the man reached in and gave him a small shake. “Rabbit? You okay, man?”

  Damn, spell broken.

  “Yes, just embarrassed. I—wait, what did you call me?”

  He received a slow, easy grin. “Rabbit. You remind me of one, tricky and smart.”

  “Tricky and smart? How did you…? I thought they called me a rabbit because of the way I hurried by the site.”

  That got him a shrug. “Maybe that’s why they thought I called you Rabbit, but they’d be wrong.”

  “You noticed me?” His voice squeaked just a little.

  “As if I wouldn’t notice you when you make it so obvious. I keep wondering what you’ll come up with next to get my attention. Although I didn’t think you’d follow me home. I have to confess it turns me on that you would.” A smoldering look made Reginald catch his breath.

  “Y-you’d want me to f-follow you home? Me?”

  “Only if you want to catch your prey, little Rabbit. What do you say? Want to finish the hunt?”

  For an answer, Reginald started his car. “Try and stop me!”

  The man laughed and ran for his truck. He led Reginald on a merry chase, in and out of neighborhoods, down alleys, and finally out to a new subdivision, where he pulled into a driveway and parked. Stepping out of his truck, he waited for Reginald to park and come up the drive before he grabbed his bag of groceries and led into the house.

  Reginald walked in expecting… what, he didn’t know, but it wasn’t what he found. The house was warm and inviting and filled with color. No bland white walls or chrome and glass found here, unlike at his parents’ home. Better yet were the heated looks the construction worker kept giving him. He felt a grin break over his face, and suddenly his confidence was back.

  He walked over to the man, placed his hands on that fine ass, and squeezed. “I caught you.” He growled as best he could. He thought he sounded a bit like a dying cat, but the other man gave him a sexy look.

  “What are you going to do with me now?”
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  “Um, I don’t even know where to start.” He confessed shyly. “But I have some ideas.” He met the other man’s dark eyes boldly.

  “Why don’t you kiss me first, Rabbit, and then we can get to your other ideas.”

  “I’d love to, gorgeous.” He wound his hands behind the other man’s neck and pulled him down to meet his lips. He pressed softly at first, but when those lips parted, he deepened the kiss until, his head spinning, he found himself pressed up against the wall, a lean hard body pressed against him.

  The kiss turned into another and another until he could barely breathe.

  “Wait, wait… I forgot something,” he mumbled in between kisses.

  The other man pulled back and gave him an inquiring look.

  “I have to call my sister, or she’ll drive me crazy later. She worries.” He took his phone out and called her.

  “Hey, sis, I caught my….” He glanced up and corrected himself. “Caught up with that guy from the construction site. I’m at his place now. No, don’t wait up for me. What? Um, I don’t know.” A loud squawk came from the phone. “I know, I know! I’ll find out.”

  He pushed the Off button and bit his lip. He glanced at the other man with a tiny frown.

  “Okay, out with it. What’s wrong?”

  Reginald—no, Rabbit—grinned at him. “I just need to know your name.”

  The man smirked at him. “My legal name is horrible, and no one uses it. Everyone calls me Coyote instead.”

  Rabbit’s mouth hung open, and then he started to laugh.

  And thus did Rabbit catch Coyote.

  Under the Full Moon

  ELLIS CARRINGTON