Stalking the Firedawg

by Keely Jakes

  Not sure if that was a good thing or not, Stewart remained silent. Looking at the floor, he opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand and reached for the roll of toilet paper he kept there. It only took a moment to clean up the mess he’d made on the floor. After wiping his cock clean, he tossed the tissue into the trashcan.

  Not sure if he should be embarrassed or not, or if Hawk would now think of him as a slut, Stewart took a deep breath before looking the man in the eye. But Hawk’s eyes were closed, his body relaxed, his breathing slow and even.

  He had fallen back to sleep.

  Stewart took that as a sign it was time to escape. Moving as quietly as he could, he covered Hank up again, before emptied and rinsed out the urinal and returning it to the nightstand. He then wrote a note and left it under the man’s phone.

  With one long, last look at the man, Stewart forced himself to leave. He had errands to run, both for himself as well as his clients. There was no class today, thank God, so he hoped he would be back and at Hawk’s beck and call before noon.

  ****

  Hawk woke feeling better than he had in ages. Having a little mouse of a man suck him off had been the perfect way to start the day, and he only wished he had stayed awake long enough afterwards to express his gratitude. Instead, he had fallen asleep. Rolling over, he looked around, noticing that Stewart had tidied up the room, and emptied the hated plastic bottle he had to use since he could not race to the bathroom in the middle of the night if he needed to.

  “Stewart?” he called, but there was no answer.

  Looking around, he noticed a folded sheet of paper under his phone. There was also a bottle of water, a smaller bottle of juice, and two protein bars. Unfolding the note, he smiled as he read the note Stewart had left him.

  I’ve gone to run errands and do the grocery shopping. I should be back before noon. Mrs. Randall called and your belongings will be delivered this afternoon. Stay in bed and I’ll see you soon, Stewart

  Though the last thing he wanted to do was stay in bed, he decided being lazy for a few hours would not be such a bad thing. He drank the juice, and ate the protein bars when his stomach gave a loud rumble, then turned the television on and flipped until he found a shoot-‘em-up western. After rearranging himself on the bed, he tried to relax instead of thinking of all the things he should be doing.

  The list was blessedly short since he now had no responsibilities to the military except to heal, regain his strength, and get back to work, once the damn casts came off. Until then he would focus his attention on how to win Stewart over so they could be more than just sex buddies.

  He just had to get his cock to settle down long enough for him to romance the man, which, given the fact that he was hard anytime Stewart was in sight, might be more of a challenge than he could handle at this moment.

  The sound of hard plastic sliding on wood drew his attention to the floor by the closet. In the next moment, a clear plastic ball the size of a basketball rolled into view. Inside was a tiny hedgehog.

  “You must be Herbie,” Hawk said with a smile as the animal walked herself closer to the bed. “I’d pick you up, but I’m afraid I’d fall out of bed and crush you if I tried. So, I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait until Stewart comes home before formal introductions can be made.”

  The animal looked up at him, then turned around in her ball and began walking again, this time headed toward the door leading to the great room.

  Chapter Five

  Stewart pulled into the yard and parked with a satisfied sigh. He had been able to accomplish all his contracted errands for the day, finish his own grocery run, and still make it home by eleven. Parking in his usual spot in the yard, he was surprised to see Hawk sitting in his wheelchair on the front porch. He had a feeling that once the big man started feeling better in the next week or so, he would be hard to keep down. By the end of the month keeping him confined in the wheelchair would become a real challenge.

  What surprised him even more was the man sitting in the wooden rocking chair beside Hawk. His grandfather, Gerald Lytle, lived in the main house with a two-person staff to care for him. He was old and crotchety, and, though he did not judge Stewart for being gay, he also was not shy about showing up when Stewart had someone over. He loved to embarrass Stewart by sharing his old timey wisdom and outlook on things.

  And now he was chatting with Hawk like the men were old friends, no doubt because of the military connection. Grandpa Gerald had a million and one stories about his twenty-two years of military service that he loved to share whenever he found a new audience. Stewart had heard them all, many times over the years, but was not sure Hawk would be interested in how things were done “back in the day”.

  It took three trips to unload the groceries from the van before he could make sure Hawk was okay and his grandfather was not making an ass of himself.

  “Do Kathy and Lyle know you’ve escaped yet?” Stewart asked as he brought two plastic cups of water out and put them on the small table between the two men.

  Gerald chuckled, and Hawk looked slightly embarrassed. “Who do you think helped your man out of bed and into his wheelchair?”

  “Being a Marine and firefighter who seems rather self-sufficient, I would not be surprised if he didn’t do it all himself,” Stewart answered, smirking as the blush on Hawk’s cheeks darkened further.

  “Lyle walked me over, so we could meet your young man. When we found him still in bed, Lyle offered to help him, and he graciously accepted,” Gerald answered as he glanced at toward his house. “Looks like it’s about time for lunch.”

  Stewart turned and saw why his grandfather was pushing to his feet. Kathy was coming across the lawn, looking determined.

  “Mr. Gerald, it’s time you come on home now,” she said with a smile on her lips, though her tone was not one to be argued against.

  Kathy had been a drill instructor in the Army before becoming a nurse later in her military career, which made her the perfect nurse/companion for his grandfather, who spent more time reliving past glories than living in the present these days.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Gerald said as he started down the stairs, leaning heavily on his cane. Once he was on the ground, she stepped up to his free hand and offered her arm. The two slowly made their way across the grass to the patio behind the main house.

  “I’ll see you later, Sergeant,” Gerald called over his shoulder.

  “I’ll be here, Mr. Lytle. Thanks for the visit, and for loaning me Lyle,” Hawk called back.

  Once the two entered the house, Stewart took his grandfather’s seat. “I’m sorry about that.”

  Hawk’s smile appeared genuine as he said, “Not a problem. He has some amazing stories, and when he found out I’m a Marine, he was more than willing to share them.”

  “Yes, I know. I’ve heard them all. I have to put the groceries away. Do you want to come inside, or stay out here for a while longer?”

  “I’ll come in,” Hawk said with a wide yawn. “And after lunch, I think I’ll go back to bed for a nap. I didn’t realize how tiring sitting in a chair can be.”

  “Being social with my grandfather also takes a toll,” Stewart said as he stepped around the wheelchair, unlocked the brake, and pushed the man into the house.

  “Maybe, but please don’t discourage him from visiting. I love hearing old warriors share their tales.”

  “All right, but let me know if he becomes a pest, and I’ll talk to him,” Stewart said.

  After putting away the groceries that needed refrigeration, Stewart made them sandwiches before grabbing two sodas out of the refrigerator. It was not until he sat down that he realized that feeding Hawk felt good, even if it was only ham, cheese, and tomato sandwiches with a bag of chips open on the table between them.

  If the man had been unbroken, Stewart would have suggested they spend the afternoon in bed together not sleeping. Alas, Hawk’s injuries and heavy pain medications outlawed an afternoon of vigorous loving, at least for no
w. Instead, Stewart would get him back into bed, before working on a few chores around the house while he waited for Mrs. Randall’s call about retrieving Hawk’s belongings from the dorm.

  They consumed lunch in silence, mainly because Stewart had no idea what to say. The man across the table from him was hot, sexy, and though they were basically living together, he was at a loss for a topic of conversation that did not include his family, or offering to give Hawk a striptease before riding his cock until they both came and came hard.

  Instead of embarrassing himself by talking about stupid things off the top of his head, he kept stuffing chips in his mouth.

  When Hawk yawned for a third time in as many minutes, Stewart knew it was time for the man to return to bed. Once Hawk was settled, he would clean up their dishes, put the rest of the groceries away, dust and sweep before sitting down to study for the rest of the afternoon.

  “Okay, big man, time for a nap,” Stewart said as he gathered their plates and took them to the sink.

  “Maybe so, though I shouldn’t be this tired,” Hawk said, his tone grumbly.

  “Your body experienced a trauma, two traumas actually, and those meds the doctor gave you aren’t for lightweights,” Stewart said as he guided the wheelchair into the bedroom.

  ****

  “I don’t like being incapacitated. I’m supposed to do the helping, not be waited on like an invalid,” Hawk said, angry with himself for pouting.

  Pouting wasn’t manly. Pouting wasn’t the Marine way. Knowing he was pouting just made the entire situation that much worse.

  At least his mouse did not point out that he was acting like a five-year-old who had been denied a cookie.

  Instead, the smaller man kept his mouth shut as he parked the chair before helping Hawk to stand and pivot on his good foot before throwing himself back and sideways onto the mattress, all without touching his casted foot to the ground. Stewart chuckled as he wiggled around on the mattress until he was in a fairly comfortable position, with more than a few inches between him and the edge of the bed. By the time he was happy with where he was lying, Hawk was sweating. The tiredness that had settled over him during lunch escalated into full blown exhaustion.

  Stewart adjusted the pillows under his head. Before the man could straighten and walk out of the room, Hawk wrapped his arms around Stewart’s back and pulled him over his body as he rolled to his side. Stewart ended up draped across Hawk’s body. When Stewart tried to escape, Hawk tightened his hold, keeping the man where he was.

  “Relax, mouse. You look nearly as tired as I feel. We both need a nap this afternoon.”

  “Just sleep?” Stewart whispered. Though he had stopped struggling, he remained tense.

  “Unless you want to do something more,” Hawk offered with a wink, his voice dropping into a range he used to seduce men in the past.

  Personally, he hoped for a lot more than just a nap, but at this point, whatever might happen between them was up to Stewart. Hawk was in no position to chase him should Stewart decide to make a run for it.

  Stewart lifted his head, and their gazes locked. In the next instant, Stewart rolled himself over Hawk’s body, shifting until they were lying on the bed side by side staring at the ceiling. Their shoulders and upper arms pressed together, and by turning his hand, Hawk was able to thread their fingers together. A glance down their bodies showed him that Stewart’s lower leg was pressed against his cast.

  Taking a deep breath, Hawk released a weary sigh. The dark cloud of loneliness that had swirled around him for so much of his adult life eased away thanks to the simple human contact of arms and entangled fingers

  “Maybe a nap wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” was the last thing Hawk heard before his eyelids drifted shut and Morpheus pulled him under sleep’s dark spell.

  ****

  When Hawk woke, it felt like someone had tossed a weighted blanket over his torso. Opening his eyes, he frowned, and then smiled. All he could see was a head of blond hair resting just below his chin. At some point during their nap, Stewart had moved to lie on top of him. The man now sprawled over Hawk’s body like a human blanket. At least his mouse was sleeping well, though his cock was hard and pressing into Hawk’s. Had the little man planned this? Or was it an unconscious move made while they had both been sleeping?

  Either way, Hawk could not help but be grateful. With his good hand, he brushed Stewart’s hair away from where it tickled his chin before stroking it over the man’s head and down his spine. He hoped the gentle touches would not send the smaller man into a panic when he woke up and found himself lying on top of Hawk. As he petted his mouse, Hawk’s cock began to stiffen and expand with interest. His cock did not care that he was injured. It wanted to come out and play.

  Easing his good hand between their bellies, Hawk began to rub up and down the length of Stewart’s hard cock. He grinned with glee when the little man moaned in response and shifted his hips, pressing his erection harder into Hawk’s hold.

  ****

  Stewart woke with a start as his body jerked, and his cock began to spew jism in his underwear. Opening his eyes, he was further shocked to find himself lying across Hawk’s body. His hips continued jerking back and forth, as his seed pulsed out the tip of his cock. When his orgasm finally eased off, he lifted his head and looked at Hawk.

  “What happened?” he gasped. His body felt like it had been put through the wringer in the very best way.

  “You came,” Hawk answered simply. “It was a beautiful thing.”

  “I was asleep,” Stewart said, his sleep-addled brain a few steps behind.

  “You were. But you were also hard as an iron post, and rubbing against me,” Hawk said, his voice more than a little strained.

  It took another few seconds before Stewart felt Hawk’s long, thick erection press into his lower belly and recognized it for what it was.

  Shifting, he lifted his body and crawled backward until his face was just inches from the impressive bulge that pushed at Hawk’s sweatpants. When the man shifted under him, Stewart glanced up to see Hawk pulling an extra pillow beneath his head and shoulders so he could watch without straining anything.

  Stewart smiled as he reached for the waistband of Hawk’s pants. A moment later, he eased both sweatpants and knit boxer-briefs up and over Hawk’s cock and then down his body to mid-thigh. Hawk helped by lifting his ass from the bed, making it a little easier to uncover the masculine treasure Stewart sought.

  “Mmmm,” Stewart moaned as he nestled himself between Hawk’s now wide-spread legs, “Yummy.”

  Extending his tongue, Stewart started below his balls, licking and laving the entire sac before he moved up to the root of his cock. With the flat of his tongue, he traced a line up the underside of Hawk’s cock from base to tip. As he did, his own cock began to slowly fill once more.

  Once he reached the tip, Stewart licked across the head, savoring the salty, tangy flavor of Hawk’s pre-cum as it oozed from the slit. Once the head had been thoroughly cleansed, he swirled his tongue around and around the head, grinning as Hawk began to pant before making some of the sexiest moaning, groaning sounds he had ever heard before.

  “Suck it, mouse. Take it deep,” Hawk finally ordered in hoarse groan.

  Stewart wrapped one hand around the base as his other hand moved between Hawk’s legs to play with his balls.

  Opening his mouth wide, Stewart descended Hawk’s cock until his lips met his fist. Closing around the thick length that filled his mouth, he began to slowly suck and slobber his way up and down. His hand traveled up and down with his mouth, adding what he hoped was additional sensation to help the man reach his peak.

  The sounds Hawk made assured Stewart he was doing a good job as he continued to slide up and down Hawk’s impressive length. Rolling Hawk’s balls between his fingers earned him more erotic groans that confirmed the man was enjoying every second of what Stewart was doing to him.

  “Faster, mouse. Tighter,” Hawk groaned as his hips bega
n to lift from the bed, forcing more and more of his cock into Stewart’s mouth.

  Tightening his grip earned him a howl from the man under him just before Hawk’s entire body bowed up from the bed, and he came. Pulling back until just the wide head was in his mouth, Stewart sucked and swallowed, enjoying every drop of Hawk’s seed. When the cock finished pulsating, Stewart gently licked the flesh clean before placing a kiss at the tip. Then he lifted himself over Hawk’s leg and crawled up the mattress to collapse beside the man.

  “Wow,” Hawk said.

  In the next instant, he slid an arm around and behind the smaller man, pulling him so Stewart was pressed against Hawk’s side. Stewart snuggled close for a moment. Then his cooling, sticky shorts reminded he could not just fall back to sleep.

  Pushing himself up, he gave Hawk a kiss. “I need to clean up,” he said before crawling out of the bed and heading to the bathroom.

  A few minutes later, he returned without his pants or underwear, which he had dumped in the hamper. He went to the dresser and took out clean clothes and quickly pulled them on. Turning to the bed, he was not surprised to see that Hawk was asleep again. Though tempted to crawl back in for a second nap, Stewart had things to do, and now was the perfect time to get them done.

  Chapter Six

  “I’m bored,” Hawk grumped ten days later as he watched Stewart study. “Let’s go take a nap.”

  Stewart put his finger on the page to mark his place before looking at him. “What?”

  “Let’s go take a nap,” Hawk said with a smile that he hoped would mean dirty things would happen once they were in the bed. At the same time, he stroked his good hand down his chest and over his belly to his cock that was beginning to perk up and stiffen.

  Stewart sighed. “You know I can’t take a nap right now. I have a make or break test in three hours, and I really need to study.”

  Hawk echoed the man’s sigh even as he slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants. “But I’m bored,” he said, his voice taking on a whining tone even as his breathing began to quicken as his blood filled his cock.