Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters mentioned in this non-profit Non-copyright infringement..-ing fic. If I did...Hunter and Dustin would be in my closet.
Author's Note: People say that things get easier over time. Writing this doesn't. Really, well...I like this chapter so i hope you do to. enjoi.
G u i l t
The pain of the nails digging behind his ears, the electricity from their kiss, and the wet clenching heat around his fingers went straight to his groin. This wasn't the first time they'd done this, after the first....about six times he started loosing count, not that the number of times or the positions they did it in mattered. As long as he was satisfied everything was fine, Dustin only got off about eighty percent of the time when he didn't, he would finish himself off while Hunter passed out. The earth ninja proved his usefulness at times to the team and especially Hunter. Dustin was a good toy, he wasn't Cam but he was good. He didn't complain when Hunter was rough or when he got jumped randomly. Dustin would never be Cam but he really was the best substitute.
Blake knew though, Hunter didn't know how he found out and he never said anything, he'd just give him a disapproving look that would normally have him second guessing what he was doing but this? Not this. He needed it. He needed this outlet. Blake could worry about himself and Hunter would worry about his own problems. He knew there were just some things he wouldn't tell Blake and his brother needed to handle that.
He had three fingers two knuckles deep in Dustin...not Dustin, Cam. He spread his fingers wider giving them a slight twist as he pushed further into the smaller ninja. C'mon....he elicited a sudden harsh moan and the body beneath him shuddered....there. The fingers withdrew leaving Dustin wanting more and he worked his way out of his boxers then positioned himself and the loosened entrance as he broke their kiss. He wasn't sure why but he liked to watch Dustin's face when he pushed himself inside, not sure if it was the was he squirmed, the way his face contorted for seconds, his shallow pants, the small moans or the urgency of the thin legs around his waist that pulled him deeper, closer.
They never talked during sex. Why? Because it was just another reminder that, on top of the others, he wasn't thrusting inside of Cam. Some things though he couldn't ignore; Dustin was smaller than Cam, thinner, more vocal, he didn't know by experience of course, he just didn't peg Cam for a screamer, something Dustin did nearly every time. He nearly climaxed at the sudden pain of Dustin's finger nails digging at his shoulders and pulling at him. The rock hard length rubbing against his stomach made his muscles jerk and he felt Dustin clench around him for just a second as he nipped and sucked on his neck. Maybe that's how Blake figured it out, after all, he'd marked Dustin like a leopard and his brother was sometimes just too observant for Hunter's good.
Dustin shot his seed against Hunter's chest with a throaty scream and with the feeling of his walls squeezing him and a few more grunting thrusts he came inside the wind ninja. Their warm, wet, slick chests move against each other, panting and Hunter started moving out of Dustin but he was quickly pulled down and they both let out a low moan when Hunter pushed back inside him. The earth ninja shuddered and pulled the thunder ninja into a surprisingly tender kiss. That was new. Usually it was heated and rushed each of them kissing for themselves but this. Hunter felt that this kiss was for him. Weird. The kiss spoke volumes of caring, kindness, tenderness and love. Hunter knew Dustin loved him but this. For a second, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. For a second, if this was wrong. For a second...if he was hurting Dustin. For a second, he felt guilty but it passed when Dustin pulled away.
