Horny, Hard and Hare-y

by Watts, Mia

  Horny, Hard and Hare-y

  A Phases Story

  By Mia Watts

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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  Horny, Hard and Hare-y

  Copyright © 2011 Mia Watts

  Edited by Christine Allen-Riley and Jason Huffman

  Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-293-8

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic Release: May, 2011

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  This book is dedicated to _________________________(insert name here) without whom I’d be lost. I’ll always remember the day we met at ___________________(insert location here). You mean the world to me. No one can ever take those precious memories. XOX.

  Love, Mia.

  Disclaimer: Possession of exotic animals as pets are illegal in most States in the United States of America. I have taken liberties in regard to the processing of animal collection, and data maintenance for the purposes of story creation.

  Chapter One

  Gibson Oliphant followed him into the darkness beyond the bright glare of the Spring Festival pavilion. The music underscoring the bright lights and rousing laughter was a polka. God, he hated polkas. It wasn’t much of a forfeit to leave it behind in favor of Ben Landry.

  Ben seemed to be looking for someone. He poked his head around a tree, then switched directions to take a path into the woods.

  Gibbs knew from experience there was a grove hidden within the trees, where couples met up. He’d never gone there, personally, but it seemed Ben was heading straight for it.

  It was now or never, Gibbs decided. He just didn’t want to get caught making out with Ben where anyone in town could stumble upon them.

  As Ben disappeared down the trail, Gibbs tagged behind him, dodging in and out of the shadows. He got close enough to touch him, when Ben whirled around.

  “Hey,” Ben murmured softly.

  The greeting surprised Gibbs. Had Ben known Gibbs had followed him? It sounded like it. “Hi, yourself,” he answered.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all night,” Ben confessed.

  Gibbs grinned, feeling ridiculously pleased. “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  Gibbs stepped a little closer, knowing that his keen night vision provided him a lot better view of him, than Ben’s human eyes had of Gibbs. “What in particular, were you thinking?”

  Ben smiled a little self-consciously. “About kissing you, mostly.”

  “I like kissing,” Gibbs hedged as he pulled off his glasses and tucked them in his back pocket. They’d been a nuisance over his mask as it was. The last thing he wanted was for them to get in the way now.

  This was going so much easier than he’d anticipated. He’d been fairly certain that Ben was gay. It was a nice surprise that Ben wanted him.

  The faint scent of rum spiked punch tipped Gibbs off that Ben was perhaps a little looser than usual, but he seemed to have all his faculties about him. So, when Ben stepped up, casually linking his arms around Gibbs’ waist, he knew that things could only get better from there.

  Gibbs moved to take off his party mask.

  “No, don’t.” Ben stopped him. “If I watched you leaning in to kiss me, I might come in my pants.” He chuckled then.

  The sound warmed Gibbs low in his belly and he echoed the soft, shy sound. “Okay.”

  Gibbs felt like he’d been given a gift. Ben spent most of his time out of the community, holed up in his tiny office for the Department of Natural Resources. His cabin wasn’t easy to reach either. It made Ben great at his job, and a perfect match for Gibbs.

  Like Ben, Gibbs liked being alone. He liked soaring above the forest at night, nothing above but stars. It was like being in an elevator and having it drop suddenly. That was the same weightless tummy flop Gibbs got when he shifted to his owl form and cruised the evening, nothing there but the wind and the sky. It was the same stomach dropping sensation he got when he occasionally saw Ben in the town store, and their eyes met.

  Gibbs almost couldn’t believe this moment was happening. How many nights had he flown to Ben’s little cabin, sat on his porch railing and hooted quietly at him while Ben sipped tea, and talked about nothing? Too many, which was why he’d decided tonight was the night he told Ben exactly how he felt about him.

  Gibbs tucked Ben’s smaller form closer to his chest. He bent to nuzzle Ben’s hair and closed his eyes as he inhaled.

  “I never thought I’d get the chance to hold you in my arms like this,” Gibbs murmured.

  Ben sighed, resting his cheek on Gibbs shoulder. “I never thought you’d want to.”

  Gibbs rolled his hips forward, pressing his erection firmly against Ben’s belly. “Still have doubts?”

  “None.” Ben’s answer slipped out on a husky breath.

  He turned his face to Gibbs’ neck. Ben kissed him softly. It was all the permission Gibbs needed. He carefully guided Ben to lean back against a tall tree. He tipped Ben’s chin up, grateful that he could see every nuance of Ben’s expression. Being an owl had its perks, and Gibbs just decided that watching the man he was in love with, waiting to be kissed, was his favorite.

  Ben’s eyes searched the dark blindly. His lips had parted, and breath slipped past like silken threads. His face had already relaxed with his jaw, waiting to invest himself whenever Gibbs decided the time was right.

  That, Gibbs recognized, was now.

  He leaned in, artfully dodging the generic plastic festival masks. Ben gasped, suddenly rising up on his toes. Plastic clashed with plastic and the edges of Ben’s disguise snagged Gibbs’.

  Gibbs chuckled. “Are you sure you want to leave these on? You were worried about seeing me, but it’s too dark for that anyway.”

  “Fuck it,” Ben breathed.

  He ripped off the plastic then blindly reached for Gibbs’. Gibbs moved his face an inch to the left, toward Ben’s questing fingers. He smiled in triumph when Ben found the mask. His fingers fumbled over Gibbs’ head, and after he’d tossed the mask aside, Ben buried his fingers in Gibbs’ hair.

  “So soft. I never would have guessed.”

  “You thought my hair would be hard?” Gibbs asked, not sure how to take the statement.

  “Crazy right? I expected your hair to feel wiry or something.”

  “Flattery will get you anything you want,” Gibbs said dryly.

  “Fantastic. I want you. Right now.” Ben laughed suddenly. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

  Gibbs grinned, leaned against him as he slid his hands down Ben’s back and over his ass. “I like it. Boldness suits you.”

  Ben tipped his chin up, kissing the underside of Gibbs’ jaw. “Then I’ll keep being bold if it kills me.”

  “It had better not. I like my man-bait alive and squirming,” Gibbs teased.

  Ben laughed too. The sound filled Gibbs’ chest with joy. Never in a million years did he think having Ben would be so easy, so mutual. He was the luckiest shifter on the planet.

  Ben yanked Gibbs’ shirt up, running his hand up underneath it. Gibbs moaned almost as much from the contact as from finally having
Ben’s hands on him the way he’d only dared to imagine.

  “I don’t think I can slow down,” Ben confessed. “I’ve wanted this for a while. Am I going to fast?”

  “No.” To prove it, Gibbs reached for the front closure of Ben’s jeans, jerking open the snap and dragging the zipper tab all the way down.

  Ben’s inhale stopped short. “I don’t have a condom.”

  Gibbs’ pushed his hand inside Ben’s underwear, shivering when he finally wrapped it around rigid cock, alive with heat and already moist at its tip.

  “Or lube,” Ben said.

  His head fell back on the tree trunk, eyes closed, lips parted. Gibbs rested his forearm above Ben’s head, staring down into Ben’s upturned face, watching the kaleidoscope of emotion and pleasure slide over his features. With the cover of night, Ben didn’t hide any of his expressions. Gibbs loved every minute of seeing Ben react without hiding behind shyness.

  “I love watching you,” Gibbs murmured, dragging his fingers teasingly up and down Ben’s length. “So fucking erotic.”

  Ben’s lips twitched. “You can’t see me.” His eyes fluttered partly open. His brow pulled together. “Can you?”

  “Baby, I look at you all the time. More than you realize, I guess. I would have approached sooner if I’d known you’d be interested.”

  “I wish you had.”

  Ben’s fingers found Gibbs’ nipples. He plucked them, sending jolts of electrical pleasure straight to Gibbs’ cock.

  “I wish I had too,” Gibbs agreed.

  He filled his eyes with Ben, drank in every nuance. He delved between Ben’s lips in his mind’s eye but denied himself the kiss he desperately wanted, to prolong the hunger, and to make the culmination that much sweeter. Gibbs pumped Ben’s dick slowly.

  Ben cupped the back of Gibbs’ head and dragged him down. “Fucking kiss me, already.”

  “Yes, sir, officer Landry.”

  Ben kissed him. Gibbs pulled back, letting their lips just touch. Soft, sweet, delicate, so in contrast to the direct fist fucking he gave Ben’s cock. He could feel the urgency, see it on Ben’s face, as he tempted Ben for more. Gibbs didn’t know who he tortured more, Ben or himself.

  The next time Ben hauled him down, this time with two hands, Gibbs accepted the open, wet kiss. Their lips rolled on one another, opening over teeth and tongues. The tips of their tongues flicked against each other—a promise, an appeasing lick, an invitation.

  Gibbs groaned roughly, tilting his head for better access to Ben’s punch flavored kiss. Dark, rum-laced hunger tripped over Gibbs’ tongue. Ben met him kiss for kiss, drugging Gibbs, weakening his resolve, until Gibbs could no longer resist the urge to possess him.

  He pulled back, this time without the intent to tease, but the abject need to have Ben the way he’d always wanted him.

  Gibbs sank to his knees. He pushed Ben’s shirt up his chest, holding it out of the way as he kissed his way down Ben’s body. Ben sucked in a harsh breath. It hollowed his belly just beneath his rib cage, and Gibbs found it irresistible to trace the discovered hollow with his tongue.

  Breath shuddered back into Ben. Gibbs scraped his teeth along the lean muscle sculpting the fine lines of Ben’s abdomen. Ben helped by pulling off his shirt. Gibbs easily yanked the other man’s pants down. Pressing his forehead into Ben’s belly, he looked at the fine, firm rod reaching for the warmth of Gibbs’ mouth. He’d love to see it in daylight, but the sparse light was just as appreciative as Gibbs was, bathing it in spectrums only Gibbs could see.

  Ben’s cock flexed.

  Gibbs cupped his balls, testing their weight. He coasted a thumb over the wrinkled sac, smiling crookedly when Ben’s hips lifted and he groaned deep in his chest for need.

  “Please. Please, don’t keep me waiting,” Ben begged.

  As though to make his point, he fisted his hands in Gibbs’ hair and directed him to the tip of his shaft. Gibbs flicked out his tongue, catching the drop of pre-cum, letting Ben’s flavor fill his mouth with its slick, salty-sweet essence. Gibbs would remember this moment many times over, he realized. He didn’t want to rush it, though they were both seemed almost beyond bearing the lust that coursed through their veins.

  “God, you’re trying to kill me aren’t you? This is repayment for not seeking you out sooner?”

  “No, Ben, I’m just savoring you. I don’t want to forget the moment I first had you in my mouth, or any of the sweet things you cry out while I suck you off,” Gibbs answered gruffly. “Next time we’re together,” he reached around and squeezed Ben’s ass. “This is mine.”

  “Yours,” Ben agreed.

  Gibbs held Ben’s cock at the base, sliding his mouth over the tip. He ran his tongue on the spongy end, pressing it, flicking the flared rim, swirling against the tiny hole at the top. Ben let out a string of cuss words that would shame a sailor.

  Pride swelled Gibbs’ chest that he was doing exactly the right things to please him. He flattened his hand on Ben’s belly, ran it up his torso and stopped over Ben’s racing heart.

  Gibbs inched down Ben’s length, taking him deeper. Ben’s shaft was thinner than Gibbs’, but not by much. Gibbs swallowed around him, ripping an unintelligible sound from Ben’s throat.

  God, Gibbs really wanted to do this right. They hadn’t tiptoed into a relationship, they’d leaped. They’d gone from passing glances, and Gibbs’ visits in owl form with one-sided conversations, to sex in the very woods which had brought them together in the first place. It was poetic. It was perfect. Ben was perfect. Gibbs’ just wanted to do this perfectly, for him.

  He’d never doubted his skill before. Lord knew he had plenty of practice at sex with his roommates. But this was different. This was just him and Ben, for the sole purpose of being just him and Ben. Ben was special in a way Gibbs couldn’t qualify, and he supposed that was because Ben meant more to him than any other guy he’d wanted to be with.

  Flings were flings, but Gibbs had been waiting for this moment since Ben rolled into town two years ago. The forest hadn’t been the same since, and neither had Gibbs.

  Gibbs pulled off Ben, focusing his attention on the sensitive tip. He pumped the base, quickening his movements to meet the clutching demand of Ben’s fists in his hair. He moved the hand on Ben’s chest to his pec, then tormented his nipple between his fingers.

  Ben choked on a groan. His hips jerked forward, thrusting his cock deeper between Gibbs’ lips. “Oh, God, yes.”

  Gibbs sucked harder, diving his tongue into the tiny hole, then cradling Ben’s length in his mouth and throat. He twisted Ben’s nipple mercilessly.

  Ben went wild, fucking Gibbs’ mouth. Gibbs took it easily, opening his throat and breathing on each withdrawal, then sucking him down as Ben slid past the soft palate and deeper. His nose brushed the coarse hairs at the base of Ben’s penis. They smelled of him, and as Ben’s abdomen tightened, Gibbs’ mouth watered, knowing the payoff was coming.

  Ben tugged his hair urgently.

  Gibbs latched on, not wanting to miss a drop of his lover’s cum.

  “I’m coming! I’m gonna come,” Ben warned, his voice cracking.

  Gibbs grabbed Ben’s ass cheeks and bore down, swallowing him whole. Ben cried out, bucking hard against Gibbs’ lips, spilling hot and thick into his throat. Gibbs hummed with pleasure. His cock ached with similar need, but he ignored it. Ben had emptied himself inside Gibbs. Ben had given him everything, unable to hold back in the drive to let himself be satisfied.

  God, it felt amazing to know he’d been the one Ben wanted. In two years of not seeing anyone since he’d arrived, it had been Gibbs who’d caught his attention and his interest. The fucking star of luck had smiled on Gibbs. No way was he going to let Ben get away. Ben was his.

  He cleaned Ben off, and stood. Gibbs rubbed a thumb on the corners of his mouth to clear the moisture before he kissed him. This time when he claimed Ben’s mouth, he tried to take his time, but both of them still breathed heavily, their chests bumping on
e another in their greed for air.

  They both kind of laughed, which Gibbs found endearing. The awkwardness shared between them only seemed to make the moment that much more special. Ben was all hands, grabbing at Gibbs’ shirt to get it out of the way. He wound up ripping off the buttons in his haste which made Gibbs snort against Ben’s ear, and Ben tuck his ear and shoulder together.

  “Get this off. Get it off. I want to touch you everywhere,” Ben insisted.

  Gibbs’ shirt already hung open. Ben made good use of the access, running his hands over Gibbs’ torso, tickling his ribs, and teasing the skin where Gibbs’ arm met his body. Gibbs couldn’t get his belt undone and his pants open fast enough. He thought he might burst, and the minute Ben wrapped his calloused hands around him, he nearly did.

  “Shit,” Gibbs swore.

  “Rough hands, sorry.”

  “Feels great. I’m just ready to come all over you,” Gibbs told him.

  Ben loosened his grip as he stroked Gibbs’ dick.

  Gibbs wrapped his hands around Ben’s and tightened them again. “I like your rough hands.”

  Ben started to kneel, but Gibbs stopped him.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m too close,” Gibbs confessed. If you put your mouth anywhere near me, I’ll shoot on your face.

  “And that would be bad, why?”

  Ben couldn’t have said it any sexier. Gibbs grabbed his chin and kissed him. If he could crawl inside Ben’s lush mouth, he’d do it. There was no getting close enough to the man. Gibbs devoured Ben’s mouth, committing his taste to memory.

  Ben’s hand rasped Gibbs’ flesh. It would be red and sore tomorrow, but for right now, he didn’t care. In future, they’d have to use lube when Ben jacked him off. The thought made Gibbs’ smile at the idea of an entire future with this man. The promise of it blossomed in his mind, drawing his balls tight and igniting the tingles dancing at the base of his spine.