by Keely Jakes
He began to slowly stroke his hand up and down his shaft, hoping his little mouse would change his mind. They could lie down and relax even if they didn’t fall asleep. He wasn’t tired, just bored and wanting to feel Stewart’s cock slide in and out of his mouth at the same time the man sucked his cock.
Over the past two weeks they had fooled around, making out, giving each other hand-jobs or blowjobs, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel the tight, warm grip of Stewart’s ass as the man rode his cock to completion.
But, between school and work and taking care of him, Stewart was too busy to do more than cuddle at the end of the day. Though Hawk wasn’t used to being in a relationship, he knew he was being demanding.
He knew he was not going to get his way when Stewart closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Never mind,” he said before Stewart could tell him he was acting like a spoiled child. Turning his wheelchair, he clumsily worked his way to the bedroom.
“I’m sorry, Hawk, but I really do need to study,” Stewart said behind him.
Hawk didn’t answer. He just rolled himself into the bedroom and, using his good foot and arm in a somewhat talented display of balance and flow, worked his way out of the chair and onto the bed. He rolled to his side so he couldn’t see into the living room. Then he closed his eyes and tried to blank his mind enough to sleep.
But sleep wouldn’t come.
He was not tired. He was bored and horny, but Stewart was too busy to play.
Once he was out of the torture devices called casts, and Stewart was done with his class, he was going to tie his mouse to the bed and not let him up for a week or more, except to go to the bathroom. Hawk would do the caregiving, and he planned to give everything he could to the man until neither of them could walk they were so sexually satisfied. Then they would rest a bit before starting all over again.
Hawk jumped when someone knocked on the front door. He was so deep in his pity party he did not respond when Stewart stepped into the room and softly called his name. Once the man walked away again, Hawk closed his eyes and forced himself to go to sleep.
Boredom sucked.
****
Stewart knew he had been a bastard when he refused to join Hawk in a nap, but the test he was studying for was the one that would determine whether or not he would be able to move on to the next phase of training. He had it hard enough trying to study and work and go to class and take care of Hawk, so he didn’t need the distractions at this point, when he was having a hard time understanding the concepts he was reading about.
When Mrs. Randall knocked on the door for a visit with her favorite firedawg, he went to check on Hawk and found the man sleeping.
“I’m sorry, he’s asleep,” Stewart said softly. “If you’d like to hang around, he’ll probably be awake in an hour or so.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” Mrs. Randall asked.
Stewart sighed. “Actually, you’d be doing me a favor. If you stay with Hawk, I could go to the library and finish studying for my exam.”
“Things getting a little close around here?” Mrs. Randall asked.
Stewart shrugged and changed the subject without answering the question. “I’m sure Hawk would like to visit with you once he wakes up. My test is at three, and I’ll come home right after, hopefully before six. You don’t have to stay all that time, but if you could hang out for a couple hours, I’d really appreciate it.”
Mrs. Randall smiled. “I’ll be happy to stay until you return. The general has gone to Washington for a meeting, so it’s just me and Piewhackit at home. If you don’t mind, I’ll see about making something for dinner as well.”
Stewart sighed and nodded. “That would be wonderful. I’m sure Hawk is tired of my cooking by now.”
Gathering his books and his messenger bag, Stewart left, hoping Hawk would not be too angry with him when he woke up and found himself under Mrs. Randall’s care.
****
Stewart was flying when he returned home just before six o’clock. His instructor had gone over the test once everyone finished. Not only had he passed, Stewart received the highest score in the class. That shocked him since he had felt less than prepared going into it. To celebrate, he stopped at the grocery store and picked up a half dozen pints of ice cream in different flavors as well as chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and cherries.
He was still debating on whether to use the sundae toppings on the ice cream or on Hawk, but that was a conversation they would have once Mrs. Randall left.
Pulling in, Stewart found himself backing up and parking on the street. The backyard where he normally parked was full of cars, none of which he recognized as belonging to his grandfather’s friends. Carrying the ice cream and his messenger bag, Stewart hurried through the yard, hoping the ice cream didn’t melt too much before he could put it in the freezer.
Male laughter filtered through the door once Stewart opened it. He entered and found himself confronted with a half dozen hot, sexy men filling the living room of his tiny house. They were all holding beers, and from the number of empties on both the coffee and dining tables, the party had been underway for a while. Several half-empty pizza boxes told Stewart they had also brought dinner.
His entrance did nothing to dampen the party as the men appeared to be totally focused on the television where a porn movie filled the screen. Stewart watched just long enough to know it was a man and woman moaning and groaning and slapping skin together. After storing the sundae supplies away, he turned and found Hawk.
The man was across the room, sitting in his wheelchair, watching Stewart instead of the screen. The dark, intense expression he wore had Stewart swallowing hard, though he was not sure if Hawk wanted to fuck him or spank him.
Keeping his gaze locked with Hawk’s, Stewart reached out and picked up a piece of pizza. Taking a big bite, he slowly crossed the room, eating and eye-fucking the injured man with each step. The others, who were still watching the movie, did not acknowledge Stewart’s arrival. When Stewart reached Hawk’s side, the big man reached out and grabbed his hand with his good one.
“How did you do on your test?” he asked softly.
“Good. Very good,” Stewart said with a smile. He fought the urge to crawl into Hawk’s lap and kiss the man. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he watched with a smirk as the front of Hawk’s sweatpants began to puff up with his own arousal. “So, how do we get rid of your friends?”
“Why don’t you go get your shower, and I’ll get rid of them?” Hawk said, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk that told Stewart naked fun and games were to be had, once Hawk sent his friends home.
“Sounds like a plan,” Stewart said with a happy grin.
Entering the bedroom, he closed the door behind him. He took a long, hot shower to give Hawk plenty of time to evict his friends. Once he finished, he took his time blow-drying his hair before pulling a pair of knit shorts. After brushing his teeth, he opened the bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, he crossed to the door that led to the living room. He did not mind Hawk having his friends over, but wished someone else could come in and clean up after them.
Stepping into the living room, he was surprised to find everyone was gone, and the room was back to its normally pristine condition. Hawk rolled himself into the room from the front porch and turned his wheelchair to shove the door closed before looking Stewart’s way. With a single blink of his eyes, the man’s mood changed.
“Come lock the door, mouse,” he ordered softly.
Without hesitation, Stewart crossed the room and twisted the lock in the knob as well as the deadbolt.
“Take me to bed so you can ride me. I want my cock buried deep in your ass,” Hawk said with a smile that promised a hot, sexy time that would leave them both limp but grinning.
Stewart immediately stepped behind the wheelchair and guided it toward the bedroom. Hawk transferred to the bed, and Stewart helped him take his sweatpants and t-shirt off. Then Stewart shoved his own shor
ts down until they pooled around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he retrieved a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms from the nightstand.
As he climbed onto the bed again, Hawk motioned for him to straddle his body. Then, placing his hands on Stewart’s hips, he guided the man to knee-walk up his torso until Stewart was leaning over his head, his hands on the wall helping to maintain his balance.
Stewart could not help the groan that started at his toes as Hawk lifted his head and closed his lips around the head of his cock. He then moved further, and sucked his entire length in, not stopping until his nose pressed into his pelvis just above the base of his cock.
“God, that feels good,” Stewart managed to say between panting gasps as Hawk began to suck his way up and down his length.
Tingles quickly began to race down his spine to gather at the base of his cock. He was so focused on Hawk’s mouth that when cold fingertips began to circle his back hole, he barely reacted. He sucked a breath, then forced himself to relax when two fingers began to push through his guarding muscles.
By the time Hawk added a third finger and began to spread them, stretching his hole wide, Stewart was fighting to contain his orgasm. Dropping his head, he looked into Hawk’s sky-blue eyes, and then felt everything in him explode. He fought to keep his eyes open and staring into Hawk’s as his seed pulsed out and filled the man’s mouth. Once he finished and Hawk licked him clean, he eased back, then crawled back down the big man’s body.
“Condom me, mouse,” Hawk ordered gently, holding up a plastic packet between two fingers of his casted hand.
Stewart quickly opened the package and gently rolled the latex down Hawk’s length. Then he sucked another breath as Hawk pulled his fingers from his ass before lifting his cock up. In the next moment, Stewart sat down on Hawk’s hard, thick cock, not stopping until he was resting on the man’s pelvis. Then he stopped and stared down at the man who was taking up more and more room in his heart.
Hawk’s smoldering eyes were heavy lidded as they met his gaze, but the man had a smile growing that said he was not going anywhere anytime soon.
“Ride me, mouse,” Hawk said as he thrust his hips up, trying to get even deeper.
Leaning forward, Stewart rested his hands upon Hawk’s shoulders to maintain his balance before he began to move. He purposely kept his movements slow and easy as he slid up and down. He clenched his muscles as he moved up then thrust himself down hard again.
He watched as a myriad of emotions crossed Hawk’s expression. Need, hunger, joy, arousal, until finally Hawk’s unencumbered leg bent and he began to thrust up, forcing his cock faster and harder into Stewart’s body.
Stewart smiled, his own cock reviving and his own arousal spiraling at lightspeed so that when Hawk’s gorgeous face contorted with his release, Stewart was right there with him, screaming his orgasm as his seed pulsed out to cover Hawk’s belly while the man’s heat filled the condom that separated them.
With that, Stewart’s body went limp and he ended up sprawled across Hawk’s body like a puddle of human goo. It took several minutes for his muscles to solidify so he could ease himself off Hawk’s softening cock and roll off the bed. A trip to the bathroom yielded a warm, wet cloth to clean himself up before bringing a second to clean Hawk up. After tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket, Stewart climbed in beside Hawk and pulled the covers up over both of them.
“Next time, you’ll have to introduce me to your friends,” he said before yawning widely.
“Uh-huh,” Hawk grunted, as he pulled Stewart closer to his side. In the next moment, he was snoring softly.
Chapter Seven
Hawk stared at his naked arm, and then his leg that had just been freed from its cast and grinned. It had been six weeks since falling off the ladder rescuing Mrs. Randall’s cat, and he was finally free. Though he would need several weeks of physical therapy to regain motion and strength in his limbs, he was free. He could walk, though the doctor wanted him to use a crutch, and then a cane for the next couple of weeks to help him maintain his balance.
Looking at the man sitting quietly in the corner, he looked into his eyes and smiled widely. But Stewart did not return his happy smile. Instead he blinked and dropped his head to his phone.
Why wasn’t the man happy for him? He would not be demanding so much attention from his mouse now that he was mobile once again. Taking the paperwork the doctor handed him, Hawk acknowledged that he would need to be seen by a base physician in a month, after therapy, to be released back to full duty. In the meantime, the doctor gave him a letter allowing him to return to light duty. Which, for a fireman meant sitting in the office doing paperwork, and other office tasks.
Once the doctor left, Hawk finally said, “Stewart, what’s wrong, mouse?”
Stewart shrugged as he slid his phone back into his messenger bag. “Nothing,” he finally said. He then stood and slung the strap for his bag over his head before heading for the door.
Hawk grabbed Stewart’s arm as he passed. “No, it’s not nothing. Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart,” Hawk demanded as he pulled the man back to stand between his legs as he continued sitting on the exam table.
Stewart kept his head down so he could not see his eyes as he shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Hawk lifted his hand to Stewart’s chin, forcing his head to tilt back until he could see the man’s eyes. “Yes, it is something. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
“You’re free,” Stewart said, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Yes, I am,” Hawk said, not seeing the problem.
“You’ll be going back to the base. You’ll be going back to work. You won’t need me anymore,” Stewart said, pulling away from Hawk’s touch and turning so he was looking at the door.
As Stewart’s shoulders began to shake and he wiped his hands over his face, the light finally came on, and Hawk understood. Wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s body, he pulled him back, turning him and pulling his head to rest against his chest. “Oh, sweetheart, I’ll always need you. You are my other half, even though I obviously suck at telling you. I was hoping I could stay with you a while longer?”
Stewart lifted his head and looked up at him. “Really? You want to stay with me even though you can move back on base?”
Hawk nodded. “Of course. Dorm living is okay, but let’s face it, you are a bit loud when we have sex and the walls aren’t that thick.”
He grinned when Stewart’s cheeks pinked up with his embarrassment. “Besides, I’ll still need a driver until the therapist releases me to full duty. I won’t be able to go back on shift until I finish therapy, and requalify for my career field.”
He chuckled when Stewart gave an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I guess I can put up with you for a few more weeks.”
Hawk’s cock twitched with interested as Stewart snuggled a little closer. “And just think,” he said, his voice dropping in volume and tone, “now that I’m mobile, I can bend you over the couch, or the table, or any other surface, and fuck you instead of you riding me in the bed all the time.”
“Mmmm,” Stewart groaned as his hips pushed his cock into Hawk’s thigh. “Okay, you can stay. As long as you want, but you’ll be helping with the cooking and cleaning now that you are no longer wheelchair bound.”
“I can do that,” Hawk said as he brushed a kiss over the top of Stewart’s head. “Right now, we need to get my therapy appointments set up, and finish running today’s client errands. Then, when we get home, we’re going to take a shower, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Hawk climbed into the passenger’s seat when they finally left the doctor’s office. At each stop, he got out, and leaning heavily on the one crutch, followed Stewart as he ran the handful of errands his clients needed taken care of that day. By the time they returned home, he was tired, but refused to give in.
When they arrived at Stewart’s home, Hawk frowned at the muscle car parked where Stewart normally parked. When Stewart
swore softly as he turned off the engine, Hawk’s frown deepened. “Problem, mouse?” he asked as a man stood up from the rocking chair on the porch.
“Stay here, please. I’ll get rid of him and then we can go inside and get you cleaned up,” Stewart said, sounding unusually tense as he shoved the keys in his pocket before climbing out of the van.
Hawk frowned as Stewart closed the door, then quickly walked to the porch, stopping once he climbed the steps.
Hawk watched Stewart fold in on himself as the stranger crossed the porch, his expression one of rage as he spoke softly enough that Hawk could not hear the words. When his man flinched as the stranger lifted a hand, Hawk muttered, “Oh, hell no,” as he opened his door and climbed out, dragging the crutch with him.
“And who the fuck is this?” the man asked as Hawk approached the porch steps.
“I’m Stewart’s man. Who the fuck are you?” Hawk growled as he climbed the steps and pulled Stewart back a step so he could take his place facing the stranger.
“I’m Stewart’s boyfriend. We’ve been together for almost a year.”
Hawk was not sure what to make of that answer, but when a hand, and then a forehead pressed into his back, he knew the man had to be lying. “Well, you haven’t been together for the past six weeks, because Stewart’s been with me, and I don’t share.”
“Stewart? Who the fuck is this guy?” The stranger clenched his fists and tried to move around Hawk to get to the small man hiding behind him.
Hawk felt a hand fist his t-shirt in the middle of his back before Stewart peeked around him. “I told you we were over, Fred,” Stewart said. “Remember, it was right after you punched me and gave me a black eye for confronting you about being a cheater. That was the third time, and I told you I refused to continue being abused like that.”
Knowing this man had hurt his mouse had Hawk’s anger ramping up. “You hit him?” He asked, taking a step forward while he shifted his weight to his good leg so he could use the crutch as a weapon if needed. “You hurt the best man in the world?”
