ASH & HAPRER GOOD BOYS GO FISHING
HARPER
“Was your hunting lodge like this?” Harper asked as he settled on the couch next to Ash in the cabin they’d rented for the weekend.
“There weren’t as many pillows, that’s for sure.” Ash moved an offending throw pillow out of the way.
Harper swatted him with another pillow. “Tell me what it was like.”
Ash frowned. “I built the lodge out of logs. Cut the trees down myself. It was kind of drafty.”
Harper tried to imagine it. “What else?”
“I cooked over a wood fire, though I had a small cast iron stove for baking. I pretty much did everything by hand.”
“Wow. Was it…fun?” Ash didn’t speak with much fondness, and Harper was having trouble getting a read on him through the bond.
“Fun isn’t the right word. It was soothing.
I like physical tasks. Most of my life was lived before the world looked as it does today.
I don’t mind lack of modern amenities like most humans would.
Time passed better out there. It was what I needed back then, but I’d much rather be here with you in this fancy cabin.
” Ash cupped Harper’s cheek and kissed him, sweet, smokey cinnamon filling the air.
They hadn’t gone far from Shearwater Landing for this getaway, but Harper could imagine Ash in the woods better with nothing but pine trees out the window than he could back in the city.
They broke apart.
“What would you like to do this weekend?” Harper forced his mind away from kissing. He wouldn’t mind Ash having free rein of his body all weekend, but he did want to do something other than have sex.
Ash ran a hand through Harper’s hair, his glowing eyes telling Harper he knew exactly how easily he was turned on. Damn bond.
“Have you ever gone fishing?”
Harper’s eyes fluttered closed, mesmerized by Ash’s touch, only to snap open. “Fishing? No.”
“I used to love it. More than hunting, if I’m honest.” Ash bent down and retrieved a latched plastic box with a handle. “It’s too late to go fishing this evening so I was thinking we could make some lures.”
Ash set the box on the coffee table and popped the lid. Harper leaned forward. Inside was a tray filled with all sorts of random things. Ash pulled it out, exposing the bottom of the box and a bunch of tools and little metal hooks.
“You’ll have to show me what to do.”
Ash grabbed a small lure from the box. “No problem, sweet. Let’s start by making a few more of these.” He handed the little fluffy bug-like thing to Harper.
“Can I watch you make one first?”
Ash agreed, and Harper sat enthralled as his mate constructed a lure identical to the one in Harper’s hand, explaining what he was doing along the way. When it was done and set aside, Ash started over, giving Harper his own supplies so he could follow along.
It wasn’t too hard. Harper hadn’t done many crafts in his life, and he’d been missing out. “I can see how this would be relaxing.”
Ash hummed. “Yeah, I can do this for hours.”
Harper held up his finished product. “It doesn’t look terrible.”
Ash laughed. “No, it doesn’t. You did a great job. You’re a quick learner.”
Harper’s chest warmed and his insides twisted in pleasure.
Ash’s grin widened. “Does praise make you feel good, sweet flower?”
Harper’s cheeks heated. “You know it does.” But this praise was different. When they were having sex and Ash said he was good, it made sense for him to go all gooey inside.
Ash pulled Harper into his lap, the lures forgotten on the table. “You deserve to hear what a great job you did. How talented you are. You’re amazing, Harper.”
He tucked his head against Ash’s neck.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“A little.”
“It’s okay to like praise, sweetheart.”
“I know. But you’re not praising me for anything sexy.”
“So? You can still let it feel good.”
Harper hadn’t had positive reinforcement growing up. Was that why he was like this? He wanted Ash to say nice things until he couldn’t think of anything else.
Ash’s arms wrapped around Harper. “My sweet, clever mate. There’s nothing you can’t do. I love the eyeshadow you did today. Did I tell you how pretty it looks?”
“Yes,” Harper muttered, voice muffled by Ash’s neck.
“You’re so beautiful. So pretty. So good for me.”
Harper moaned, his cock thickening in his shorts. “Ash…”
Ash rumbled, a deep purr vibrating through his chest, giving Harper chills. “Do you want to be a good boy for me?”
“Yes.” Harper abandoned his hiding place against Ash’s neck, and met Ash’s gaze. “Please?”
Ash pushed the coffee table to the side, making room on the rug in front of them. “I bet I know something you’d be good at.”
“What?” Harper breathed. He’d do anything.
“Strip for me. Show me what you’re hiding under that cute little outfit.”
Harper dutifully climbed off Ash’s lap. He took off his glasses and set them aside, tossing his hair out of his eyes.
“I love it when you put that shimmer on the inner corner of your eyes. Makes them pop.”
Harper’s heart leapt. He was so happy Ash liked his makeup. Harper didn’t get dolled up all the time, and mostly focused on eye makeup rather than a full face. He did love a good gloss though.
An idea struck.
Harper pouted—earning a rumble from Ash—and he fished the lip gloss from his pocket. He bent forward at the waist and applied a generous amount, letting his eyes flutter closed. He puckered his lips and blew Ash a kiss.
“What a little tease.”
Harper tossed the gloss away and ran his hands down his body.
“That’s it, flower. Give me a show. Your body is my favorite thing.” Ash’s warm affection and growing arousal flooded the bond.
Harper lifted his crop top and thumbed his nipple, pleasure shooting through him. Ash’s glowing eyes were hungry. The bond burned between them. Harper pulled off his top and flung it away. He undid his shorts and opened the fly, letting his red panties peek out.
“Show me baby, that’s it.” Ash cupped his bulge, eyes never straying from Harper.
He turned around and bent over, shimmying the shorts slowly over his ass, exposing the lace cheeky panties he’d bought the other day.
“Your ass is perfect, Harper. I want to sink my teeth into it.”
Harper moaned and turned around, kicking his shorts off. His whole body was hot, the bond begging him to keep going, to get even hotter until he couldn’t take it.
“Did you like my strip tease?” he couldn’t help asking.
“Oh yeah. You know exactly what I want to see. You’re so good for me, Harper.”
Harper swore every cell inside him vibrated. “What should I do now? How else can I be good?”
Ash’s eyes flashed. “Come sit on my lap.”
Harper obeyed, letting Ash situate him sitting sideways, with both his legs hanging off to the right rather than straddling Ash.
“Now,” Ash gripped the back of Harper’s neck, resting his other hand on Harper’s thigh. “I want you to get yourself off. Be a good boy and show me how you make yourself come.”
Harper squirmed. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. You deserve to feel good.”
Harper touched his hard cock over his panties. Ash loved watching his reactions when they had sex, but it was always Harper’s reaction to Ash touching him. This was different.
He could feel Ash’s anticipation, and he wanted to be good for Ash any way he could, even if it gave him a twinge of self-consciousness.
Harper reached into his panties and took his cock out, stroking it slowly.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Ash’s grip on the back of Harper’s neck tightened. “Good boy. Make it feel nice.”
Harper whimpered, stroking harder as Ash’s words washed over him. “I need lube.”
“I’ve got you. Keep stroking.” Ash grabbed a bottle from behind one of the many pillows and popped the cap. “Don’t stop.”
Harper stroked his cock as Ash dribbled lube over it, not seeming to care that it was getting all over Harper’s panties. Harper’s hand slid easily up and down. He twisted it around the head of his cock, and bit his lip.
“So good,” Ash crooned. “Look at your pretty cock.”
“Ash,” Harper whined. He was getting close. Doing this for Ash was different than doing it alone.
“Keep going, sweet. That’s it. Get nice and messy for me. You know I love you when you’re messy.”
Harper gasped. Ash’s desire filled him to the brim. He stroked faster, everything in him tightening, and he came, spilling all over his stomach and hand. He stroked until it was too much, cum dripping onto his panties, and his cock too sensitive for more.
Ash rumbled, squeezing Harper tight. His smokey scent flared and the bond echoed Harper’s pleasure, almost like his orgasm hadn’t ended. Ash went rigid and he rubbed his groin against Harper’s ass. Ash came in his pants, panting in Harper’s ear, from nothing but their bond and Harper’s show.
He kissed Harper’s cheek, then covered Harper’s mouth with his. “Love feeling your pleasure. Love you, mate.”
“Love you too, Ash.” Harper flung his arms around him.
“Now, let’s wash up and have dinner. We need to get to bed early if we’re fishing in the morning.”
Harper smiled as he pressed closer. “I can’t wait.”
They woke up unreasonably early, but Ash bribed Harper with enough hazelnut coffee that he got dressed and followed Ash to the nearby river.
Ash was bright eyed and alert. “I love being on the water in the morning.”
“The sunrise is pretty great.” Harper cradled his thermos and gazed at the lightening sky.
Ash slung an arm around him. “Thank you for humoring me.”
“I’m not humoring you. This is cool. I’m just a grump in the morning.”
“My grump.” Ash kissed the top of his head. “Sharing this with you makes my time in the mountains feel less lonely. I loved passing hours by the river, but it never felt like this.”
Harper’s throat thickened. “We should do more trips to the woods. We can even go camping. You can show me all the things you loved doing alone, and we can do them together.”
Ash squeezed him. “Yeah. I like the sound of that. Now, let’s catch some fish.”