Johnny sat outside the hospital. They had released him after explaining that he had an anxiety attack. Once Sean found out there was another hospital bill, Johnny may have another one from worrying over what his brother would do to him.

That’s exactly why he was sitting on a bench watching the flow of traffic. Fear kept him from going home.Sighing, he knew it was useless to stall. Where else would he go? No friends, no other family, and certainly no money. He wasn’t sure Cecil would let him stay at his house. Besides, he had no clue where his friend lived. The choices weren’t even there to be taken from him.

He ran his finger through the hole in his jeans, playing with the fray that was hanging. What he wouldn’t give to have a normal life, someone to love. What was so wrong with him that either they left him or hit on him?

“Hey, Johnny.”

Johnny glanced over his shoulder to see Tank and…who was that guy? He knew Tank from the recreation center. When Cecil volunteered, he always had Tank with him, but the guy standing next to Tank was a complete stranger.

As they neared him the stranger tilted his head up and sniffed. Strange. Johnny sniffed as well and didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it was him? He raised his arms up and sniffed his pits. They weren’t stinky.

Standing, Johnny faced the two men.

He took a step forward, caught himself then stepped back. Tank was the biggest man Johnny had ever seen, but the man with him…wow. The feelings swirling through his body were confusing. Why did he have an urge to run into the man’s arms?

Johnny blushed as the man openly perused his body with his eyes. The thought of this man leaving or hurting him should have stopped Johnny. That’s what his mamma and Sean did. Instead, he walked forward, his feet taking him to stand right in front of the large man. He reached out, running his fingers over the man’s arm.

The man only smiled gently, running his hands through Johnny’s messy hair. Johnny licked his palms, running them over his runaway locks, trying his best to smooth them out and look presentable. The man chuckled and tucked a knuckle under Johnny’s chin as raised his head.

“What’s your name, pretty baby?”

Johnny melted like a Popsicle. He could feel a big, goofy grin stretch his face. The man was dreamy. “Johnny Stone.”

Johnny wanted to curl into a tight ball in the man’s arms as he licked his face. Heat crept up his cheeks as the man gave a low growl. That sound was hunky as all get out. “Growl again.” He whispered up to the man.

The man chuckled, pulling Johnny into his arms. Although he was terrified of strangers—his brother always yelled at him that his dumb ass was going to get kidnapped if he talked to them—Johnny didn’t think this man would hurt him.

“I’m Hawk Magnar.” Hawk whispered down to Johnny as he gave another one of those low, throaty growls. Johnny beamed up at the tall man. He wanted to say more, but his tongue kept getting tangled up in his mouth. Stupid tongue.

“Are you feeling better, pretty baby?” Hawk asked him as he sat Johnny on the bench.

Johnny nodded, “Uh-huh. They let me go.” His finger pointed at the hospital. His face was leaning closer and closer to Hawk’s, sniffing at his good smell. He leaned back. His face was feeling real hot.

Johnny scratched at his head, wondering if Hawk really liked him, or kinda liked him, or was he just being nice? Johnny was really liking Hawk, and not in a buddy sort of way. His penis was growing hard just sitting next to the guy. Would Hawk think he was a pervert if he saw the puffiness in his pants?

Johnny pulled his legs up onto the bench, wrapping his arms around them. He peeked at Hawk from the corner of his eye. “How tall are you?”

“Six feet and four long inches. Why? Is that too big for you?”

Johnny felt his ears heat up. He could tell Hawk was teasing him. “That’s pretty big. I’m five feet and four really, really long inches.” He fiddled with the rip in his jeans again.

He didn’t have very good social skills. Talking with Hawk was easy though. He didn’t have to fumble for words like he normally did, spouting out stupid stuff from his mind.

Hawk chuckled and nipped one of Johnny’s nipples. Oh, what a monster he had created. Johnny moaned, pulling Hawk’s hair, making his head push in closer. Hawk circled his tongue around the small brown disc, sucking gently and teasing it to a peak. He loved the fact that his mate was so responsive and didn’t hold back. Johnny showed him every emotion he was feeling. His tongue trailed across Johnny’s sternum, finding the other nipple waiting in anticipation. Hawk licked and sucked until it matched its mate.

He dipped lower, swirling his tongue down Johnny’s ribs, around his belly then sucked at his naval. He liked the fact that his mate had very little body hair. It was sexy as hell. Hawk nipped at Johnny’s pubic hairs that lay softly against his pelvis. His hairs weren’t wiry, more like a soft pelt. Hawk inhaled the aroma of his mate, licking the blond velvet. Johnny spread his legs wider, pushing at Hawk’s shoulders, wanting him to suck his cock.

His tongue ran down the seam of Johnny’s inner thigh, circling around his balls as he suckled on one gently while his hands splayed across his mate’s belly. Releasing one side to dine on the other, humming his praise.

“Hawk, oh, Hawk.” Johnny pushed his ass further down, trying to feed Hawk more. Hawk smiled and lapped at the hanging sac, slowly working his way up. His tongue followed the large vein to the head, sucking at the bundle of nerves under the hood. Johnny’s hips hitched, tightening his hold in Hawk’s hair. Hawk welcomed the sting of pain.

“Pull my hair harder, pretty baby.” Johnny fisted it tighter, yanking. Hawk moaned and wrapped his lips around Johnny crown. Hawk concaved his cheeks and sucked hard, drawing all the pre-come he could out of the little eye. Spittle ran down as he feasted, and he ran his finger through it, getting it good and wet. Hawk ran the wet digit over Johnny’s puckered hole, rimming it. Johnny pushed down on it. Hawk breached it, twisting his finger until he found the beautiful gland. Johnny shouted when Hawk ran his finger over it.

“Do it again, Hawk.”

Hawk stroked it. Johnny pulled his hair harder, and Hawk went wild. He speared another finger into the tight heat, fucking his mate’s ass. Johnny rocked up and down on the pleasure. He sucked harder, spearing a third finger, stretching Johnny’s hole wider.

“I’m coming, Hawk!” Johnny’s seed burst into his mouth, shooting down his throat. Johnny fucked Hawk’s mouth with quick snaps, pumping until it seemed his balls were emptied.

Hawk grabbed the lube from the drawer, squirting a generous amount up and down his cock, lathering the cool gel until his hand slipped. He tossed the bottle aside, wiping his soaked hand on the blanket. Flipping Johnny to his knees, his cock head kissed his mate’s ring of muscles. “You ready for me, Johnny?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Hawk.” Hawk growled and pushed in. His mate’s dirty little mouth turned him on. Hawk stopped once the head gained entrance, waiting for Johnny’s body to adjust. Johnny slammed down, shocking the shit out of Hawk. His mate pulled up and slammed down again. Hawk held still, letting him take his pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my cock. Fuck Daddy’s cock.”