Bear Hunt 2: Preyed Upon No More
Chapter 3
by
Hairy1
Brad
finally heads back into the house, entering the kitchen. He sees the
blinking indicator on his cell phone, which he had left on the
counter, and that there were six missed calls from Robert. He
quickly hits the call back button, but goes straight into Robert's
voice mail.
"Hi
Robert, I know it is really late, hopefully you turned in already,
sorry about the alarm sounding, I'll tell you about it tomorrow,
everything is ok here though. Love you, see you soon."
Brad
has worked his way to the bedroom as he leaves the message, and
hanging up, he places the phone in the charging stand.
"Damn,
this shirt is covered with blood and ruined. So much for it" he
thinks to himself as he quickly strips and just tosses his clothes to
the bedroom floor. Entering the bathroom, he turns the hot water on
in the shower, quickly brushes his teeth then steps under the
steaming streams of water, letting it run over him, washing the dirty
feeling away. Eventually, the heat seeps into his muscles, relaxing
him, and his shuddering stops. The more he relaxes, the more tired he
becomes, and by the time he has toweled off, he can barely keep his
eyes open. He stumbles to the bed, not even thinking as he climbs in
and grabs Roberts’s pillow, hugging it to himself as he falls into
a deep dreamless sleep.
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Brad
groggily awakens about 5 hours later to the sound of the kitchen door
bursting open and a loud bellow.
"BRADLEY!
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? BRADLEY!"
Blinking
his eyes, slowly starting to sit up, he sees Robert striding
purposefully into the bedroom, his face unreadable until he looks
down and sees the bloodied shirt. Robert bends quickly and picks it
up.
"Shit.
What the hell happened? Are you alright?"
"I'm
fine, Robert, really. Don't be upset."
"Upset?
I just drove over 400 miles in less than 5 hours because I didn't
know what happened. You think this is upset? Dammit I knew I
shouldn't leave you!"
"But
you have work lined up for today."
"Fuck
that. You think that matters when I couldn't reach you? I finally got
hold of the police after they dragged the guy in, and Wesson told me
you were pretty bloodied up, but he didn't know more."
"I
tried to call."
"Yeah,
when I was talking to Jonesy - he called from the cruiser to tell me
you were ok. Then when I tried to call you back, no answer."
"Oh,
I got in the shower, it must have been then. I didn't hear it."
"Yeah,
fine, and you didn't think I'd want to know? You think I wouldn't
care?"
Brad
can see Robert getting more and more flustered, angrier looking.
"Robert,
calm down, I'm sorry."
"Sorry?
This isn't about being sorry! You think I’m some uncaring monster
that’s just here for the sex?"
"Robert,
please, I didn't mean to ..."
Before
Brad can say another word, Robert takes the last couple of steps
towards the bed rapidly, and reaches out, his face still an
unreadable mass of emotions. He slides a hand under Brad's ass and
the other behind his shoulder, and with a single tug pulls both the
sheet and the stocky Brad up off the bed. Brad finds himself held up
like a child, his face pressed to Robert's chest, Robert's face
buried on the top of his head.
There
is silence for several long moments, a quiet togetherness, no need
for words yet a need to figure out what to say.
Ever
so slowly, Brad's arms wrap around Robert's upper torso, clinging to
him, holding him tight. He starts to shake again, memories from the
night before flooding back, and worries about the aftermath.
"Robert,
please, if you'd still want to, fuck me. Please."
"Bradley,
I'll always want you. But maybe it is too soon, you're shaking."
A
single tear slides down Brad's cheek. Of course Robert wouldn't want
him after he had been touched by Clint.
"I,
I understand."
Gazing
down, seeing the tear, Robert realizes Brad might need more than to
be held, that the shock of the incident still isn't over. He lowers
Brad to the bed, and slips down with him, holding him close and
tight, stroking his head and back.
Brad
shakes hard and harder, spinning in a circle in his head, thinking he
is at fault for last night, he is at fault that Robert wouldn't want
him the same day. He buries his face into Robert's chest, wondering
to himself how much longer even this will be allowed, he certainly
doesn't deserve such comfort. Frantically, he tries to draw Robert's
shirt up, to feel flesh to flesh contact one last time.
"Bradley,
ssshhhh, ssshhhh, it is ok, I'm here. What is it?"
Through
tear blurred eyes, Brad looks up at Robert's face, the hard handsome
craggy face of the man he loves. "Oh damn, I wish it hadn't
happened. I shouldn't have gone out. I wish you could want me like
before."
"Bradley,
I want you, I love you. Just relax."
"No,
no, it's ok. I can tell."
"Cub,
stop, please. Nothing has changed. How can I prove that to you?"
"Show
me, then. Fuck me like before. Like there was nothing wrong with me."
"Bradley,
I don't want to hurt you..."
"I'm
not broken! I don't want to be broken! Please."
The
tone of Brad's voice is getting high, and Robert realizes he can't
talk Brad through this, that Brad needs a physical nudge to get over
this obstacle.
"Ok,
Bradley, if that's what ya want, Daddy is gonna show ya that he wants
ya! All rough, 'cause my Cub can take it. Right boy?" Robert
growls, in his deepest most dominant tone.
Brad
smiles, his face still wet from the tears. "Yes, oh yes."
Robert
leans in, his lips pressing hard against Brad's, kissing him lightly
then with more passion, his own needs now ignited. His tongue forces
its’ way into Brad's mouth. He doesn't break the kiss as he strips
himself, kicking off boots and socks, unbuttoning and unzipping his
jeans then pushing them down, finally ripping off his t-shirt with
both hands. At first, Brad is tentative with his touches, but becomes
more insistent with his caresses as more of Robert's skin is exposed.
At this point for both men, instinct has taken over.
Robert
raises himself up, breaking the kiss, and with one hand flips Brad
over onto his stomach, then reaches into the nightstand and brings
out a bottle of lubricant. He quickly sticks the bottle between
Brad’s ass cheeks, squirting the cold gel up Brad’s ass, causing
him to jump a bit. Tossing the bottle to the ground, Robert roughly
grips Brad’s knees and spreads his legs apart, then shifts to
between Brad’s legs as he moves his hands up to Brad’s hips,
pulling them up with a jerk. With one quick thrust of his hips, he
plunges his now engorged cock deep inside the tight hole, causing
Brad to whimper at the intrusion.
There
is no gentleness to Robert’s thrusting, just raw need. There is no
talking, just guttural vocalizations as he satisfies that need. And
after the initial surprise, Brad relaxes and the familiar feel of
Robert’s large stiff presence within him turns to pleasure. The
faster Robert pistons himself in, the harder Brad begins to push back
at Robert, demanding more. Robert moves his hands from hips to
shoulders, leaning over now, and Brad feels drops of perspiration
fall onto his back from Roberts’ exertions, he feels Robert’s
hairy belly rubbing into the small of his back.
The
need for both is so great that the act doesn’t last long, and with
one final savage thrust Robert hilts himself deep within Brad’s
ass, his cum spurting forth over and over, and he bellows loudly,
wordlessly.
As
a panting Robert collapses down on top of him, his arms again wrapped
firmly around Brad, Brad sighs, contented. He forgets his
insecurities as he feels the raw desire that Robert has for him,
unabated after what has happened. He thinks to himself that despite
how rough this was, how quick, that it was what he wanted, no,
needed, and that lying there in Robert’s arms he truly feels safe
again.
He
savors the contentment for just a moment, before he realizes that
Robert is shuddering over him, much more so than heavy breathing
would account for. He turns his head, and seeing Robert’s face, he
realizes that is wasn’t drops of sweat he felt rain down upon his
back, but tears, and that Robert is quietly crying as he holds Brad
tightly.
“Robert,
what is it?” whispers Brad as he tries to roll himself over, but
Robert simply buries his face against Brad’s shoulder.
Worried
now, unused to this type of behavior, Brad squirms more, causing
Robert’s cock to slip out of him. While normally he likes to keep
Robert in him as long as possible, and feels empty after, this time
he barely notices. Unable to turn while being held so closely, he
finally snaps in an exasperated fashion “Robert, I need to roll
over. Let go.”
Robert
loosens his grip enough for Brad to twist in his arms and turn
himself to be lying on his back, but as soon as Brad settles in,
Robert returns to holding him tightly, pressing his bearded face into
Brad’s neck. Brad strokes Roberts’ back slowly and steadily until
the shaking settles, gently shushing him.
“I’m
sorry, Bradley, I am so sorry.”
“Hush,
there is nothing to be sorry for, ssshhhh.”
“No,
no, I am sorry, I wasn’t here to keep you safe, I shouldn’t have
left you alone. I'm supposed to protect you.”
“Robert…”
“Then
I’m such a jerk, I was so frantic worrying the entire drive here, I
couldn’t stop thinking of you hurt and me not there help, and then
I got here, and I didn't know how to comfort you. Rough sex, yeah,
that is my answer to any problem, like a big dumb animal. I needed
you so much, needed to feel that you were alright, I just didn’t
control myself. I should never have done that, I should have looked
after you first.”
“Robert,
ssshhhh, please, you were up all night driving to get to me, I have
nothing to complain about.”
“I’m
so sorry.”
“I
asked you to do it, my big strong bear. I needed it as much as you
did. I needed to feel that nothing had changed, that you still
wanted me like before, that I wasn’t tarnished or dirty or
something.”
“No,
Bradley, you stop that! You didn’t do anything wrong! There is
nothing wrong with you. It’s me, if anyone is to blame, it's me.”
Brad
pulls Roberts’ face up and softly kisses him. “Robert, no one is
to blame. And neither of us did anything wrong. Things happen. We
both have to live our lives.”
“But
I should be here to protect you, to keep you safe.”
“Oh,
Robert, don’t you realize that you did keep me safe? If it hadn’t
been for all you have taught me over the last year, I’d be hurt or
even dead now. You kept me safe by showing me not only how to
protect myself, to react without overanalyzing everything, but also
by making me believe that I can protect myself.”
Slowly,
Robert calms down again, and the words sink in.
“Bradley,
I love you. I don’t say it enough, but I really do. I hope you know
that.”
“You
don’t have to say it, you show it all the time.”
“And
I’m proud of you too, Bradley. I am so proud of you. I need you
so much. I’m not used to that. I was so scared driving back, more
scared even than during combat in the Gulf War. I can’t imagine my
life without you.”
“Oh,
Robert, now you are going to get me started.”
It
is Roberts’ turn to lean in and gently kiss Brad. Their kiss
lingers, long and sweet, their arms wrapped around each other, their
bodies intertwined.
As
the kiss breaks, Robert looks Brad in the eyes, his pride and love
shining through.
“Bradley,
I want you inside me. Please.”
“Robert,
we’ve talked about this before. You’re a top, and I don’t get
to fuck you until I win at hide and seek or something, to prove I’m
better than you.”
“Bradley,
for everyone else I was a top. For you, all I want is to be your
lover. Labels don’t matter.”
“Robert,
I don’t want to do anything you won’t like.”
“Bradley,
I’m asking because it is what I want. I want to feel your life
inside me, physically, just like I do emotionally.”
“But…”
“Bradley,
you don’t need to prove anything more to me. You are the man I want
and need. Please make love to me.”
Brad
sees the longing in Roberts’ eyes, and recognizes it. He sees a
mirror of how he feels himself, how he felt so recently when he
needed to feel Robert inside himself.
“Are
you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Feeling
himself again, Robert laughs. “Ha, Cub, ya might be turning into a
big fine bear, but you'll always be my Cub. Ya won't hurt me, ya
could but ya won't. You’re gonna make me feel good, that's just how
ya are. Of course I’m sure.”
With
that, Robert rolls them over so that he is beneath Robert, facing
him, scooting his body up along Brad’s as he does so, wrapping his
legs around Brad’s waist. Brad starts to move his hips, rubbing
his hard cock up and down in Robert’s furry crack.
“I
do hope you’re planning to grab the lube before ya stick that prod
up me, Cub.”
With
a panicked look, Brad reaches down to the floor and grabs the bottle
of lubricant, steadied by Robert’s legs. As he comes back up to
the level of the bed, he sees a big grin on Robert’s face.
“Oh,
Cub, you are so right. It is fun to goad a bear. And easy too!”
Both
men laugh, the brief tension broken. Brad slowly lubricates both
himself and Robert, taking his time, attempting to imitate what
Robert has done with him in the past, determined to do things right.
“Bradley,
you look so serious. Relax. What you are doing feels good. Go with
it.”
With
that, Brad sets the bottle of lubricant on the night stand, and
positions himself between Robert’s legs. Again slowly, he rubs his
cock head up and down Robert’s crack, closing his eyes at the
feeling it produces. He feels Robert’s legs wrap around him
tighter, drawing him in, and feels his cock head meet Robert’s
hole. He again pauses, and looks Robert in the eyes.
“I
love you, Robert, I always will.”
And
with that, he presses harder, and feels the strong rim muscles of
Robert sphincter give, letting him in. He watches Robert grimace a
bit, concentrating on relaxing, experiencing the bit of pain at first
entrance. Brad pushes harder, and feels his cock head fully enter,
and before he can stop himself, shoves himself deeper, penetrating
the warm tight hole.
“Oh
yeah, Bradley, fill me, fill Daddy Bear up all the way” moans
Robert.
Sinking
deep, Brad penetrates to his full length, and then holds still,
knowing how much he savors that time as his body adapts, and finding
himself savoring the reverse now, feeling the heat surrounding his
cock, the pressure as the hot tight hole strives to suck him in
deeper. He leans down and kisses Robert while using his hands to
caress Robert’s torso.
Soon
both men are lost to the passion of their love making, Brad taking it
slow, his thrusts steady and even for a while, Robert encouraging him
and being encouraged by him. Soon, though, the pleasure becomes too
much, and Brad pumps back and forth in earnest, harder, faster, his
heart beating hard and his breath coming in gasps.
“That’s
it, boy, give Daddy your bear seed.”
“Oh
yeah, gonna fill you Daddy, gonna fill you. Yes, oh yes.”
Brad
thrusts hard one last time, hitting Robert's prostate just right, and
pushes both men over the edge, Brad’s cum blasting deep inside of
Robert as Robert spurts over both of their stomachs.
Afterwards,
breathing hard, Brad rolls them to their sides, still embracing.
“Thank
you, Bradley.”
“Thank
you, Robert. I love you. I’m glad you’re home.”
“Ah,
Bradley, it is good to be back at the house. But you know, home isn’t
this building, or this land. Home is where you are. I love you, and
for me, you are my home. Now and forever.”
The
morning light filters through the drawn blinds, as the two lovers
cuddle, safe and secure in each other’s arms and each other’s
love. There is no rush to go anywhere soon, this is time to enjoy
their togetherness, calm and relaxed as dawn breaks.
The
End
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