June, 2016
Blake slammed Troy into the bathroom wall so hard that the paper towel dispenser shook. The exposed brick walls were cool but Troy hardly noticed. He was focused on the way Blake’s body felt against his.
“God,” Blake growled between bruising kisses, “I’ve missed this so much.”
Troy said, “Me too.”
He kissed Blake back hard, biting lightly on the mountain lion’s lower lip. He hoped Blake knew Troy missed him, too. The mountain lion reached behind him and flicked the bathroom lock. As soon as Troy heard the bolt click into place he knew he was in for some trouble.
Blake deepened the kiss, tilting Troy’s head back and sweeping his tongue inside the wolf’s mouth. Troy reached up and gripped Blake’s shoulders. His fingers dug into the lion’s large shoulders.
Troy groaned as Blake pushed him harder against the wall, his lips trailing down Troy’s neck while his hand worked its way under the hem of his shirt. Everywhere Blake kissed him, a flare of heat ran down his neck. His skin was on fire.
Troy let his grip wander down Blake’s chest. Even through the flannel shirt he could feel the lines of Blake’s muscles. He was just as chiseled as the day they met, even more now after five more years of working construction and driving across the country. Troy needed to feel more.
With deft fingers, Troy unbuttoned Blake’s shirt so he could sneak his hand underneath the fabric. He was not going to be cock blocked by a tasteful plaid, that was for damn sure. He made quick work of the buttons and pressed his hand inside, flat against the warm ridges of Blake’s chest.
As soon as he felt Blake’s skin on his own, Troy’s cock twitched. Blake’s skin was soft and warm but the muscle beneath was as hard as stone. It had been so long since Troy felt the solid form of a man that he couldn’t help but move both hands down to caress Blake’s chest.
As his hands wandered over the expanse of the muscled mountain lion, Troy did not notice that Blake’s hands had wandered as well. Blake lightly bit the place where Troy’s neck met his collarbone while he slid his hand under Troy’s t-shirt and dug his fingers into Troy’s hip.
Troy shivered at the touch, raking his fingernails down Blake’s stomach, nails bumping over the lion’s perfect, stacked abs. Blake kneaded the flesh in Troy’s side, digging his fingers into him just a touch too hard to make the wolf gasp.
Troy had always been sensitive about his size. He was lean and wiry, like a runner. Much smaller than his dad and brother. But now, pressed between Blake’s broad chest and the wall with a large, calloused palm on his waist, Troy didn’t mind being smaller. In fact, he kind of liked it.
Blake bit down hard on Troy’s pulse point and the wolf squirmed, moving his hips to press against his mate’s. The bulge in Troy’s pants was growing. He could feel that Blake’s was as well. Memories of the lion’s thick, hard cock made Troy salivate with excitement.
Blake lifted his head and grinned down at Troy. He was smug, a devilish grin that exposed his sharp teeth. Blake’s eyes were gold with lust and his pupils had dilated to feline slits. Troy felt like the lion’s prey.
“You’re hard,” Blake said. His voice dripped with the promise of sex.
“So are you,” Troy said, lifting his hips to rub himself against the noticeable bulge in Blake’s jeans. The lion let out a low purr that rumbled in Troy’s chest and Troy thought it would make him grow crazy. The wolf inside him howled and scratched at the edges of his control, dying for release. Howling to mate.
Blake kissed Troy again, this time on the mouth. Their lips fought for dominance, Troy trying to come out on top for the first time in their relationship. But blake had more practice. He pushed Troy harder against the wall, parting his legs with one knee so that Troy’s cock pressed against Blake’s muscled thigh.
Blake’s fingers brushed against Troy’s neck and collarbone as they kissed, tongues clashing, lips sucking and biting. His touch was almost gentle compared to the way he held Troy captive against the wall.
Troy ran his fingers up Blake’s chest and pinched the nipples that sat high on his pecs. The lion purred as Troy felt his nipples harden under his touch. The wolf smiled, tweaking and pulling at the sensitive flesh, eager to please the dangerous lion.
Blake responded by dropping his hand from his hip and moving it, ever so slowly down Troy’s hips. Troy gasped into Blake’s mouth as the man rubbed his palm against his aching bulge. Troy lifted his hips, pressing into the hand. He growled as Blake rubbed him up and down, cupping his large palm around his quivering member.
“Take off my jeans,” Troy moaned as Blake continued to tease him. The friction of the hand and his fabric was unforgiving. Troy was worried he would cum now. Pretty embarrassing in front of the sexiest man from his past.
Blake did not reply. Instead, he pulled Troy’s mouth and kissed him hard. Troy kissed him back, falling into the warmth like they were melding together. Like Blake was marking him.
Blake moved his thigh against Troy’s cock. He moved in slow grinding motions that caused Troy to gasp and grasp at him. Blake started to move faster, grinning into the kiss as Troy moved his hips against him, slowly starting to ride him.
Troy closed his eyes and rubbed his hips against Blake, his toes and fingers curling at the pressure building up in his jeans. Blake growled and gripped him back, moving against him with power and grace. Troy moved faster and faster, breath coming in hitches, he was nearly there already. Embarrassment be damned.
Then there was a loud knock at the door. The two men stopped and glanced as the door shook.
There was another knock, louder this time.
“I know what you two boys are doing in there!” It was the bartender. “This is not a brothel.”
Blake looked down at Troy with a raised eyebrow. He mouthed “we’ve been caught” with eyes entirely too gleeful for the situation.
The bartender knocked again.
“You two need to come out right now!” He said.
Blake put a hand over Troy’s mouth and called back.
“It’s just me in here!”
Troy stifled a giggle. The bartender knocked again.
“Don’t play that game with me boy. I will knock down this door. Come out now.”
Blake said, “I’m coming,” as he gave Troy’s cock one final grind before he pulled away from the breathless wolf. Troy groaned, he was going to walk out of the bathroom with a full on boner.
“You’re awful,” Troy whispered, inspecting the damage in the mirror. He had a few bruises on his neck from where Blake bit him that were already starting to turn red. He rubbed his neck, they were low enough to hide. At least, that’s what he hoped.
Blake reached over and smoother down the wolf’s hair.
“I know,” Blake said with a wink.
He opened the door with a smooth motion. The bartender stood outside the door with his arms crossed. Blake threw an arm around Troy’s shoulders.
“Look who I found!” Blake crowed, squeezing Troy to his side. “There were two of us in there after all!”
The bartender harrumphed as the two men passed by. Troy blushed as he felt all the eyes of the patrons on them. Then, a slow clap started. Soon, all the middle-aged men in the bar were clapping for the two of them.
Blake puffed his chest and strode through the tables. Troy kept his eyes on the floor, eager to get to the door. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be anyone here who would recognize him. When they made it to the exit, Blake spun around and gave a bow to the cheers and whistles of the crowd.
“Happy hunting, boys!” Blake said.