Dylan turned around and headed in the other direction. He slowed his pace and fell into a nice steady jog. He had both earbuds in and all he could hear was the music blaring in his ears. Sweat trickled down his forehead, back and chest to dampen his shirt. Dylan reached down to pull the hem of his shirt up and wiped at his face. A strong wind ripped through the trees causing them to sway but also bringing a smell closer to his nose.
It was the alluring scent of oranges and chocolate. Like a man possessed Dylan plucked his earbuds from his ears and started to run. He pushed his legs harder into the ground, propelling himself forward. He couldn’t lose his mate. Dylan jumped over down trees and thick bushes as he cut across the trail to reach the other side. The closer he got the stronger the smell grew.
Dylan darted up the hill that would put him right in the path of his mate. As he reached the top he collided with something hard and solid and in his distraction tumbled to the ground, tangled with the hard body wrapped around his. When they finally landed Dylan was on top of the other person. His wolf was right under the surface of his flesh and Dylan borrowed his nose in close to the sweaty neck, taking in deep inhales of that lovely scent.
“Holy shit,” the man underneath Dylan groaned. “Are you all right?”
Dylan stopped moving. He slowly sat up. “You’re a man?” Dylan’s gaze roamed over the man’s face and down to his chest. His eyes only confirmed what his brain had already processed.
“Yeah.” The man chuckled. “The dick between my legs verifies that every day.” The man pushed himself up and he stared into Dylan’s eyes. “But seriously, are you okay?”
“I’m…” Dylan blew out a deep breath. His brain was racing a million miles a minute. “I’m good?”
“Are you asking or telling me?” The man smiled this bright as the sun smile that made Dylan’s toes curl and his dick plump up and unfold in his loose shorts. Dylan was speechless. His tongue felt thick and his throat as dry as the dessert. “My name’s Cooper by the way.” The man brought his hands up to rest on Dylan’s thighs then must have thought better of it and moved them back to the ground. Cooper stared deeply into Dylan’s eyes, slowly licked his lips then said, “I saw you earlier today. Freshman ordination.”
Dylan could hear words coming out of Cooper’s mouth but they weren’t making any since. His mind was a jumbled mess mainly because his dick was ready to come out and play with this man. A man. For the love of god Dylan didn’t know what to do or say.
Dylan had been a lover of the ladies since he was nine years old. He loved being around them and being the center of attention. Dylan knew he was a good looking guy and girls ate that shit up. He loved how a woman’s soft and curvy body felt against his. The sweet scent of their skin and the blissful moans they made when he pleasured them. Fucking a woman was something Dylan knew how to do very well but a guy? No clue whatsoever even though his body was gearing up to find out.
Now, Dylan didn’t have a problem with two men being together and if he had to admit it, Cooper, was a good looking guy. Dylan had to give it to him. He was gorgeous, classically handsome and built like a fucking football player, all muscle. Cooper had to be over six feet tall and had short brown hair and light blue eyes. His handsome face was all sharp angels and a peaches and cream complexion free of even the smallest of blemishes.
Dylan glanced down at the man’s super thick chest to see he was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, gapping open at the sides. His sweaty rock hard chest was slightly exposed and one nipple peaked out from under the ragged edge of the cut shirt. It didn’t look descent and it had Dylan’s mouth filling with drool.
“My…my name is…is Dylan.” Dylan stuttered. It was as if he lost control of his tongue. He wanted to die right there on the ground. A sea of emotions was swirling around inside his head. There was no denying it. Cooper’s smell, Dylan’s uncontrollable arousal, and the electric tingling sensation creeping over every inch of his body was enough to confirm what Dylan already knew, Cooper was his mate.
Cooper wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he followed Dylan into the woods. This burning desire he had for Dylan overrode all his rationality. Cooper was done fighting this all-consuming yearning he had for Dylan.
As he expected Dylan wasn’t happy to see him. Cooper couldn’t blame him but damn it he wanted Dylan so badly. Was it so hard for the other man to understand the pressure he was under? Cooper was gay, he knew that, but he wasn’t ready to shout it from the roof tops.
“Cooper,” Dylan whispered softly against his lips. The barely there sound amped up Cooper’s pulse and his dick thickened to the point of painful.
Cooper released his hold on Dylan’s shirt and moved his hands down and around to cup Dylan’s ass. He curled his fingers into the hard muscled flesh then pulled Dylan up off his feet. Dylan wrapped his legs around Cooper’s hips and Cooper walked them back until he had Dylan pinned against a tree.
“You taste so fucking good.” Cooper bit down hard on Dylan’s lip, drawling a little bit of blood. The bitter taste sizzled on his tongue and Cooper thrust his hips into Dylan’s, grinding their hard lengths together.
“Yeah, you too.” Dylan yanked at Cooper’s hair and tightened his legs around Cooper’s waist.
“Is this okay?” Cooper asked. He continued to shove his tongue into Dylan’s mouth as he wound one arm around Dylan’s back and used the other to feel along his solid chest and down to palm his hard cock.
“Like you even have to ask.” Dylan giggled then moaned as Cooper molded his hand to Dylan’s thick cock. “Stop talking more touching, please.” Dylan whined.
Cooper smiled into the next kiss. His right hand continued to map out the hard length of Dylan’s cock. He reached down further to fondle his balls. The heat coming off of their combined bodies had sweat dripping down his back. Cooper wanted to get rid of some of these fucking clothes.
Cooper set Dylan back down on his feet and crowded him against the tree. The height difference between them was a bit of an issue so Cooper bent his knees. He fumbled with the fastening of his jeans until he had his cock free then set to work on Dylan’s. Once Cooper had Dylan’s button unfastened and his zipper down he shoved the tight denim down Dylan’s thighs.
“Oh god.” Dylan groaned as his cock popped out and Cooper wrapped his hand around the heated flesh.
“Yeah.” Cooper looked down in wonder at Dylan’s cock. It wasn’t as long as his own but it was a good size. The tip was moist with Dylan’s juices and Cooper dove in for another kiss as he jerked up and down the solid shaft.
“Shit. Fuck!” Dylan’s fingers curled into Cooper’s biceps and he could swear the guy’s nails were sharpened into points. “Coop.”
“God, I love hearing you say my name.” Cooper trailed kisses down Dylan’s neck, taking full advantage of this moment, not sure if or when it would happen again.
Cooper shifted his hips in closer to Dylan’s then wrapped his hand around both their lengths and started to pump his fist. Pre-cum leaked from both of their crowns and added lubricant to his hand, easing the friction.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the night air. The smell of Dylan’s soap and cologne filled Cooper’s senses and he swore he could come from that alone. He sped his hand up and caressed his palm over the hard tips of their cocks.
“Holy shit, Cooper.” Dylan moved his head to rest on Cooper’s shoulder. “I’m so fucking close.”