Taming The Bad Boy By Ivy Coleman Chapter 11

Sam stirred as he was awoken from his sleep. He blinked a few times as his brows knitted together as a strange sensation swirling in his stomach. He didn’t know why and couldn’t quite grasp it, but he felt as if something was wrong. His mind fled straight to Hunter and how he had been out in the rain for way too long as well as running a ridiculous amount.

He slowly, and blindly, climbed down his steps as he reached out and turned on the light. His eyes widened as he almost cried out Hunter’s name but was too numb with shock as he rushed towards Hunter’s bedside. Sam had never seen the lion look so vulnerable before, but Hunter laid in his bed, the sheets soaked with sweat as the covers were wrapped around his ankles, kicked off near the end from all his tossing and turning.

There wasn’t an inch of Hunter’s skin that wasn’t soaked in sweat and Sam noticed he had thrown the hoodie off himself somewhere through the night as he was laying shirtless, shining with his own sweat. His black brows were furrowed, even in his sleep he was in pain. His skin was flushed and when Sam reached his hand onto his forehead he almost choked on the air when he felt the blistering heat stemming from him. Sam rushed to wet a cloth under the cold water as he came back and knelt beside Hunter’s bed. He placed the cloth over Hunter’s forehead before getting another cloth and wetting it, ringing it out then kneeling beside his bedside again.

Sam was about to wipe over Hunter’s body when his cheeks flushed red and he felt awkward as well as ashamed. He shook his head, snapping out of it as he told himself this was helping Hunter and that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. As Sam dragged the wet cloth over Hunter’s arms he felt the thick biceps under his hands. He slowly moved to Hunter’s torso where he ran the cloth over his pecs and down along his abs.

Sam had begun to squirm as he kept coughing, clearing his throat with red cheeks as he tried to focus on Hunter’s health and not the insane feeling of the toned muscle under his fingers. Every now and then Sam would wet the cloth and dab it here and there (still feeling like he was doing something wrong) but never left Hunter’s side at all. Sam sighed as he leaned his chin on his palm, tilting his head to the side as he took in Hunter’s features.

Now that Hunter was no longer frowning and in pain, but relaxed and sound asleep, Sam couldn’t help but think how nice Hunter looked when he wasn’t glaring or beating anyone to death. His hand twitched as he hesitantly reached out towards his face. His fingers itched to run through his black locks, but Sam nervously pulled his hand back before he could. No… I shouldn’t. Wait—hang on… I’m only moving them out the way… yeah, that’s fine, he won’t mind. Anyway… if the other boy can touch his hair why can’t I?’

Sam felt a sense of serenity when he finally got to slip his fingers between the silky black locks and comb them gently away from the clammy forehead. He bit his lip to stop his smile as he carefully ran his fingers over the thick locks.

His hand paused as he dared to venture further down and over Hunter’s face.

At first Sam just softly ran the tip of his finger over Hunter’s lids as he felt the soft brush of his thick, black lashes against his digit.

He trailed a it ever so lightly down the slope of his nose before running it over the curve of his sharp cut jawline and down his throat, over his prominent Adam’s apple. His cheeks burned as he held his breath for the part he wanted to graze ever so much.

His fingertip hovered over Hunter’s plump lips as he carefully and sheepishly outlined the red, thick lips that were parted ever so softly. He felt the warm breath fan his finger as goose bumps ran down his back. Hunter stirred, moving as his brows twitched together for a second and Sam’s arm jolted back as if Hunter burned him. Sam remained frozen and still as he held his breath, but all Hunter did was turn slightly but never awoke. Sam breathed out as he mentally scolded himself for being weak and giving in to desires.

The rest of the night he did not touch Hunter but only continued to make sure he did not burn up.

With a sleepy walk Sam groggily walked towards the bathroom as he dipped the cloth into water. He wanted desperately to go to bed but he refused to leave Hunter even though his state was much better. Not realising he hadn’t rung out the cloth, Sam tiredly slumped back down beside Hunter’s side as he placed the soaking cloth on Hunter’s stomach.

The water in the cloth suddenly seeped downwards, down over Hunter’s V line and into his boxers under his sweatpants hanging on his waist. Sam jumped up as he watched the water soak Hunter and panicked as he grabbed a nearby towel and tried to dry it. The water ran down Hunter’s side that was further away from Sam and so Sam tried to quickly get it before it soaked his sheets. He threw himself over Hunter’s lap to get the water as he accidentally ended up straddling Hunter’s thighs. Hunter stirred as his eyes slowly flickered open and he lifted his head sleepily. He frowned once seeing Sam straddling his thighs with his hands pressing a towel into his manhood looking panicked and flustered.

“Bambi?” Hunter muttered groggily.

Sam took the advantage of Hunter not being fully awake or healthy and so he laughed nervously as he waved his hands in front of Hunter’s face. “Thisssss is just a dreeeeeeammmmm. Gooooooo back to sleeceeep”

Sam waited nervously for Hunter to scoff and shove him off. ‘Of course, someone like Hunter wouldn’t fall for this! Sam was dead meat!’ Hunter dropped his head back as his thick locks flopped over the pillow, splaying really is out of it, Sam thought.

around him like a dark halo and he chuckled, mumbling to himself. ‘Wow… he really is out of it,’ Sam thought.

Thankful he had gotten away with it. Sam was just about to climb off when he felt two large hands grab his thighs. He froze as the hands rubbed up and down his thighs for a few seconds before coming around to his small behind and patting it.

Hunter was still mumbling to himself but smiled giddily like a drunk man for a second as he mumbled “S’good dream,” before he completely fell asleep.

Sam opened and shut his mouth like a fish out of water before he slowly pulled Hunter’s hands away from him and climbed off.

He had it pinned down to Hunter just not being himself since he was ill and decided not to make anything of it.

***

Sam flinched when he felt something slightly cold run up the side of his cheek. He stirred, groaning as he flinched away. The feeling came again as the slightly calloused touch bought a warm ache along with it. Sam’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he lifted his sleepy head. His back ached due to kneeling beside Hunter’s bed the entire night. His top half was sprawled over the blanket whilst his lower half was slouched on the harsh wooden floorboards.

The touch left his cheek and delved deep into his caramel coloured locks as a pleasant feeling danced down his spine. His mouth parted as nothing, but a breathy noise escaped, his lids flickering in a tired delight as he heard a deep chuckle as a response. “You like having your hair played with?” His eyes snapped open only to be greeted with the sight of a half naked Hunter leaning up on his elbow, his left arm outstretched with his hand delving into Sam’s tousled hair. The blankets pooled around his slim, toned waist but Sam was not looking at his muscular torso but the way his black locks sprawled messily around his sculpted face. Sam couldn’t believe how someone could look ridiculously sexy in the morning whilst he himself was a mess. Hair tousled, dry drool on the corner of his lips, sleep in his eyes. ‘WAIT! D-Did I just call… Hunter s-sexy?’ Sam jumped at his own words as he bought up his hands to cover his mouth, his eyes frantically darting back and forth as he almost choked. Hunter smirked so wide that his sharp canines flashed at Sam and drew him away from his frozen thoughts.

He slid out from the bed, his long, lean legs hitting the floor with ease as he left behind the crinkled sheets and caged Sam in with his bulging biceps either side of his head. Hunter pressed down, straddling Sam in only his sweatpants side so Sam had no choice but to let his back press into the floor. Hunter chuckled quietly as his green eyes flickered up to Sam’s sprawled locks around chuckled his hand came up to softly stroke them back into place. Sam flinched when Hunter came closer, his head nuzzling itself into the crook of his neck as his warm lips skimmed his red earlobe.

“Do you know what I want to play with?”

Sam gasped as his palm shoved into Hunter’s broad chest. He frantically squirmed underneath the large mass above him as he even tried to use his legs to push away Hunter, but he did not budge. Everywhere on Hunter was so cold. His fingertips, his skin… the only place that was warm was his lips. Lips that kept skimming and never quite touching the silky skin. When Sam’s hand started to become limp, splaying against Hunter’s shoulder in a weak effort to push him away, he could feel the cold, taunt skin and worry struck up inside of him.

“Stop. You’re ill.” Sam stuttered. Hunter only turned his head slightly as he smiled a small smile that sent Sam’s stomach into a fluttering mess. The tips of his black hair kept brushing against Sam’s cheek and Sam couldn’t understand why he kept having the urge to grab them. Hunter finally stopped teasing Sam with the aching brush of his lips and finally closed his lips around the spot just behind Sam’s ear.

“Then warm me up.” he whispered lowly. With that, Hunter’s cold, calloused hand began to make its way under Sam’s shirt. Sam shivered but the coldness was not unpleasant to him.

“S-stop.” Sam whimpered but even he could hear it was not a frightened whimper but one that was full of pleasure. He had never been so confused in his life, why was he wanting something that was so wrong? So wrong but felt so good? Hunter’s large hand pressed his squirming hips down as his soft, loving kisses became rough and needy. His sharp teeth nipped and scraped Sam’s sensitive spots on his neck as his lips eased the redness he left behind with the swirl of his tongue.

“You’re so warm.” Hunter rasped as he nudged his thick thigh between Sam’s skinny ones. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as his fingers grasped Hunter’s back, clinging onto him as if he was his safety support. His lips were back to attacking Sam’s jaw as Hunter’s arm stretched high above their bodies and locked into Sam’s hair and pulled so Sam’s head shot back, his neck exposed.

“And so soft.” he breathed out as his warm breath fanned down Sam’s neck.

Sam’s legs shook as he felt excitement stir up in him.

He tried to push it away, closed his eyes and took deep breaths as he tried to calm himself, but he was merely a boy, how could his body not react to the masculine predator claiming him? Hunter grinned as he kissed down Sam’s throat and onto his chest. He kissed teasingly slow, down his torso as he stopped at Sam’s hip bones. Sam was now panting for breath as his shaking hands landed on Hunter’s arm that cupped his hips. His head was getting dangerously low and Sam was panicking.

“S-stop. We can’t.” Sam gasped. He was still a squirming mess and by now his skin was tinted red everywhere. Hunter looked up at him through the black locks that dipped into his fiery, green eyes roaring with lust. He smirked, his red lips drawing into a wolfish smirk, swollen with giving out too many kisses.

“Why not?” He growled lowly. He sat up, legs straddling Sam’s waist as his hands ran over the small, soft torso. “If you didn’t want this…”

“Why are you dreaming about it?”

Sam gasped as he shot up frantically. He felt all over his body but there was no lustful lion attached to him. His eyes slowly moved over to the bed only to see it was empty. He jumped up, spinning around and almost screaming when he saw Hunter walking out the bathroom putting on a black jumper. Hunter eyed him with an annoyed look. “What are you screaming about.” He asked, “Bad dream?”

As Hunter sat on his bunk to tie his shoes, Sam slouched down the wall to catch his breath and pray he wasn’t blushing as bad as he felt he was.

“It was… different.”