Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2017 11:13:35 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me, I love you Chapter 6

Chapter 6: What Does the Fox Say

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and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Anderson woke up alone with a hardon. It took him a second to remember why
he was naked in the middle of a humongous bed.

"Oh god..." he moaned. After making out in the shower he remembered Bradley
toweling him off, leading him into the bedroom. Wrapped up in Bradley's
arms, he had wanted to say something about being a top but ended up passing
out instead.

*Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!*

Talk about ruining a perfect moment. He tumbled his body within the sheets
trying to figure out where Bradley had gone.

On the dresser next to the bed he saw his freshly washed clothes. On top of
it was a little card, with little footprints drawn on a blueprint of the
house:

"Come find me when you're hungry," it said with a little winky face.

Anderson got dressed and walked downstairs. He opened a door to find
Bradley shirtless and grunting under a bench press. The soft morning light
kissed the soft fur on his chest, and Anderson found himself silently
observing the stud work out.

Bradley finished his chest presses and sat up before he noticed Anderson
standing in the doorway. Pulling the earbuds out of his ears, he walked
over and bear hugged Anderson.

"Good morning beautiful."

He looked at Anderson with a big grin on his face.

"Aren't you going to kiss me good morning?" Anderson asked coyly.

"Naw, wasn't planning on it."

Anderson was flabbergasted.

"I expect you to kiss me good morning. I mean, after the perfect gentleman
I was last night."

Anderson had begun sniffing the tender smell of morning sweat off of
Bradley's body and decided he didn't want to bicker. He wanted to taste
Bradley again. And just like that, he sunk his face into Bradley's and
deep-mouthed a kiss.

Bradley grinned bigger than a Cheshire Cat.

"You know that I can't train you anymore right?"

"What?" Anderson was in shock.

"I don't fuck guys that I train. Hard policy. You should keep your current
trainer. I'll train you on other things." He said with a twinkle.

Anderson was hard as a rock, but he didn't want to come off easy.

"Who says I'm going to get fucked? Maybe I'm a top."

Bradley nipped Anderson's lips and tricked the young man into kissing him.

"Oh sure, sure. I respect whatever decision you make."

Anderson grimaced at himself for taking the bait, but he couldn't help
himself. Bradley was too delicious.

"Well, I mean. I'm nobody's bitch. And I'm not a trick either. You might be
gorgeous, but I saw you that night in the showers. I'm never going to be
that slut begging for your cock."

Bradley pulled back and held Anderson at arm's length. He looked at
Anderson with big sincere eyes and a wolf's smile.

"Oh Anderson, I solemnly swear that I will never do anything to you, that
you don't want me to do."

He pulled Anderson in again to nip him on the lips, but this time he pulled
back when Anderson tried to lean forward. Denying him a kiss, he let
Anderson go, walking past the confused stud towards the kitchen.

"I'm just happy you're finally ready to talk about our moment in the locker
room."

"And thank you for calling me gorgeous." He heard around the corner.

Anderson stood confused for a second as the words sank in. He floundered to
regain footing with Bradley, stumbling to catch up to the wolf.

"What makes you think I'll want you to fuck me?"

Bradley was busy in the kitchen beating some eggs into a skillet. He leaned
over to pull out some spices from the cupboard, pretending not to hear
Anderson's question. Anderson stood around awkwardly waiting for Bradley to
answer. He asked himself if it would be smarter to just leave, in a vain
assertion of his manhood against this tyrant. Standing in front of the
refrigerator,  he watched Bradley scoop some scrambled eggs onto two
plates. Anderson was getting really annoyed: this guy was just too much.
Nobody was going to call him a bitch or treat him like he was a one night
stand. Not even for scrambled eggs.

All of a sudden Bradley, look at him curiously and strode toward him like a
typhoon. Anderson crossed his arms in front his chest and braced himself.

*I'll be damned if I move for this asshole.* He thought to himself.

Expecting Bradley to push him to the side to get to the fridge, he was
surprised instead to be pinned between a rock and an icebox. Bradley's arms
forked Anderson's body against the refrigerator door and once again the
young stud's face was being grazed by Bradley's stubble. The soft friction
of trimmed hair teased his lips and cheek. Anderson's heart began racing
and his dick started to throb and pulse. His nipples turned hard underneath
his shirt and it didn't help that they were pressed against Bradley's
shirtless chest. The sniffed each other's scent for a few seconds, predator
and willing prey, as Anderson felt his eyes close in submission to the
wolf.

"I don't know if you've noticed this, Anderson. But people beg me to make
them my bitch, not the other way around."

And with a bit of a growl Bradley bit down on Anderson's shoulder and
started to nibble on his exposed neck. Anderson's mouth dropped open into a
deep moan:

"Oh, Fuuuckkk..."

His turgid erection met Bradley's cock and without thinking, he pressed
himself against the thick 9" manhood. He felt his legs open wider to give
better access to Bradley's hips. They pressed against each other in heat,
Anderson desperate to feel that cock closer to his body. One of his legs
slid up and he found himself wrapping the leg around Bradley's thigh.
Bradley, realizing he had Anderson right where he wanted him, picked the
boy up and wrapped both legs around his waist.

Bradley kept Anderson soft like putty by driving his cock into Anderson's
taint, hearing the young stud grunt in pleasure at each punch. Anderson
could tell that his neck was bruising from the tantric nibbling of
Bradley's lips, but he didn't care, he stretched his neck out wider,
exposing more of himself to the man, and desperately wrapped his arms
around the head.

"Oooh Gawwwdddd....."

It was a one-sided fight and they both knew it. Bradley kissed up the side
of Anderson's neck to suck on his bottom lip. He pressed his forehead
against Anderson's and made eye contact, grunting a laugh at his hapless
toy.

Anderson looked into his eyes and gave up. He knew he wanted it, and
Bradley knew he wanted it too, thanks to their current position. Pride kept
him from begging but his eyes and bated breath said everything. Bradley
kept looking into his eyes, and tenderly rubbed his chin against Anderson's
face. He leaned into Anderson's face and began chewing on his ears.

"AHHHH FUCKKKKK...."

The next word came out like a white flag:

"ME!"

Anderson's open moans and desperate hands told him he had hit jackpot. He
let the young man's legs down, still pressing his cock deep into the stud's
crotch. Sliding his hands up he felt Anderson's warm and soft back. His
hands caressed the muscles aching to be held, manipulated by Bradley's
mastery.

He lifted the shirt off of Anderson's back, completing his victory over the
young man's resistance. Anderson closed his eyes and breathed, leaning
against the cold door behind him. Bradley leaned in and nibbled a bit more
on his ear.

"Do you want OJ for breakfast? Or would you prefer milk."

Anderson opened his eyes and looked at Bradley in a daze.

"What? OJ?" He was trying to figure out if OJ was some perverted move
Bradley was about to pull on him. But that didn't make sense unless milk
meant something perverted too.

"I'm going to need you to move so I can open the fridge door."

Anderson scooted to the side in complete shock and watched Bradley close
the door with a carton of orange juice.

"You really enjoy fucking with me don't you?"

He was a bit outraged but defeated. The guy had him wrapped around his
finger and it was futile to resist.

"Not as much as you're going to enjoy me fucking you."

He grinned and thrust his hips in the air while pouring Anderson a glass.

Anderson rolled his eyes and sat down. The eggs Bradley made were delicious
and fluffy. They made light conversation, and Anderson was surprised to
find Bradley genuinely interested in his research.

"I'm not a scientist, but I grew up when AIDS was still a death sentence.
I've lost friends and family. Kids these days don't appreciate how lucky
they are, knowing how to protect themselves. Never take that for granted."

Anderson chewed a bit. There were times when Bradley confused him: one
moment the seductive beast, the next an ordinary guy. He couldn't decide
which he liked more, which one was the real magnet between them.

"So what's your next move, big guy?" Anderson asked.

Since he was defeated he might as well know what was going to happen.
Bradley chewed on the question a bit and dropped his fork on the empty
plate.

"Well, I'm going to go do my job today, cuz I have one. And you're going to
take off and go do your research like a good boy." Bradley said cheekily.

"That's all? I thought you were going to fuck me on the countertop or
something."

"Naw, it'd be a real mess fucking you here with dirty dishes and orange
juice in the way. When you come back to have me fuck you, we'll do it nice
and romantic, in bed." There was that twinkle again.

"How do you know that I'm going to come back?"

"Oh, you will. You're going to your lab and try your best to focus. But all
you're going to think about is `why is that guy so goddamn confident?' The
question is gonna drive you nuts. You're gonna get all horny thinking about
how I practically fucked you against that refrigerator door just now, and
you won't be able to get any work done. Finally, after however long it's
going to take, you're going to get sick and tired of being horny. You'll
want the real thing so bad that you're going to come knocking on my door.
And when you do, I'll know you're ready."

Anderson didn't know if he wanted to laugh or run. The idea sounded
preposterous and tempting at the same time.

"And then?"

Bradley looked him straight in the eye with the most dangerous look he'd
gotten yet.

"Then I'm going to fuck your brains out."


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To be continued....