"Sorry ma." He put his bowl in the sink and headed towards the stairs. It was a rare day off, and he was gonna enjoy it by playing video games all afternoon.
"Forrest!" his mother exclaimed from the kitchen as his foot hit the first step. "You did not leave me an empty box of cereal on the counter, did you!?"
He flinched. "Sorry, ma."
"Sorry? How about just don't do it? How many times do you need to hear it before it sinks in? Don't leave empty boxes, don't put empty boxes away. Throw them out, recycle them! You're twenty two now, Forrest. For heaven's sake."
She continued complaining but he climbed the steps two at a time. He already apologized, he didn't have to stick around for the rest of it. He locked himself in his room, then put his headphones on and started playing.
Time passed. His mother popped her head into the room after a while, letting him know she was going to work. He grunted assent, not listening. She hadn't even been gone ten minutes when a hunger he couldn't define distracted him. He ignored it, continuing his game, but it grew stronger and more distracting the longer he tried to push it from his mind.
Eventually he was unable to ignore it anymore. He went downstairs in search for something to fill the craving. He riffled through the fridge and cupboards, but not one thing interested him. None of it was what he was craving. It was beyond frustrating, and still he couldn't even figure out what exactly he actually wanted.
After a third fruitless search through the kitchen he noticed movement outside the window from the house across the street. He moved closer and found it wasn't Glyn who was outside, who he'd expected. It wasn't too surprising to see Glyn working outside when Lily wasn't over there. Instead, another man was on the porch, too big to be mistaken for Lily's slim, tall boyfriend.
This was probably his father, though he'd had never seen the man before, so he didn't know for sure. He was pretty sure Lily said Glyn had a sister, not a brother. There was no way the man on the porch could be a brother to Glyn, it just wasn't possible. He wasn't young enough, but he didn't necessarily look old enough to be his father, either.
The man on the porch was huge. He wasn't fat, he was pure muscle wrapped in deeply tanned skin, a thick coating of dark hair covering his arms. Forrest's eyes drank in the man's broad shoulders and massive chest barely contained in a tight navy t-shirt, then moved down to take in thighs that looked like they could crush a man's head between them encased in a pair of faded jeans. He idly wondered if his legs were as hairy as his arms were, wondered how it would feel to run his hands over them. How it would feel to have hairy thighs pressing against his cheeks as...
He flushed, pushing the thoughts away. He forced himself to think about breasts, the way a woman's ass filled tight miniskirts, anything to explain the growing erection in his shorts that didn't include Mr. Gwilt's body. Still, he watched his neighbor closely.
As if he knew Forrest was watching the man looked up and their eyes met, he swore they did. A wolfish grin crossed the man's face and Forrest looked away quickly, flushing furiously.
Why was he blushing? He was in his own house, looking out the window. He wasn't doing anything wrong. He forced himself to look back outside.
The man had his back to him now. He bent over to reveal a firm ass that filled the seat of his jeans to perfection. Forrest swallowed hard, eyes locked on those solid globes, hypnotized.
Boobs. Pussy. He was treading in dangerous waters, and he needed to stop. He shook his head to clear it, he needed to get a grip. This wasn't him. He forced his eyes down, then closed them as he worked to clear his mind.
Once he felt he was in control again he realized was that he wasn't hungry, not for food, though the craving persisted. Despite that, he still rifled through the fridge once more, just in case he missed something. Nothing caught his eye, though he'd been expecting it this time. The craving grew even more insistent.
He peeked outside again, but the man wasn't there anymore. He swallowed down his disappointment.
No, he told himself, he wasn't disappointed. He was relieved. Shit, no, not that either. It wasn't anything. It was nothing.
He needed air, he decided after opening the fridge again two more times, then looking through the pantry and cupboards as well, still finding nothing to fill his craving. He needed some air. He slipped on his tennis shoes without socks, then let himself outside.
It was hot out, hotter than it looked. Central air was a blessing and a curse, he thought, as the temperature change instantly messed with him, making him feel slightly nauseous. He almost went back inside, but he still felt off. He adjusted his still half-cocked dick, then set out for a quick walk instead.
Half way down the block he had this feeling that he wasn't alone. He turned around, but no one else was on the street with him, other than one car further down the block. He shrugged, then turned right onto Canal Street. There was a slight breeze, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the slightly cooler currents flowing around him. Something in the air caught his attention, just a hint, but it smelled good. Smelled like something that would fill his craving. Something... God, he couldn't figure it out.
The hair on the back of his neck prickled and the feeling of being followed deepened. Not followed, hunted. He felt like he was being hunted. He turned around again, so sure he'd see something, but he was still alone. Still, the smell teased him, barely on the air, and his whole body felt like a rubber band drawn too taut, ready to snap as his adrenaline rose.
Also, his cock had completely filled again, drawing his attention as it chafed against his jean shorts. It ached as he readjusted again before he resumed walking again, feeling unnerved.
After a few steps he realized he was being ridiculous. This was all in his head, maybe a side effect from Lily's stupid boyfriend's herbal tea. It did always make her more space cadet-ish, but he wasn't feeling foggy and good in the ways it effected her. He was feeling anxious and starting to freak out a little. He walked faster, suddenly ready to be back at home where he could lock himself in his room until this, whatever this was, passed. He turned right on Cedar, moving so quickly he was almost jogging.
He turned back again, forcing himself to do it to prove to himself it was all in his head. He was being absurd
He barely suppressed a startled yip when came face to face with that wolfish grin. His breath stopped in his throat as hands closed over his shoulders. Big, strong hands, attached to strong arms covered in thick, dark hair, then to the wide shoulders he definitely hadn't been admiring earlier. "Fuck!"
The man had hair so dark it was nearly black. It curled playfully around his face, though it wasn't long enough to be considered shaggy. Mild crinkles around his eyes gave him a mature look, but he didn't look old. He was fatherly. His smile didn't appear friendly, but it wasn't threatening, either. It was something completely different, and Forrest's first instinct was to run. The man's hands firmed on his shoulders as if he'd anticipated this reaction.
"If you run," he said in a low, bassy growl directly into Forrest's ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there, "you'll make me want to chase you. If I chase you, I will catch you. Do you want me to catch you?" Those words made him shiver, made his body feel weird, but also good. Heat radiated from the man's heavy hands down into his shoulders, trickling into his chest, filling it slowly.
He sucked in a deep, gasping breath. His lungs filled with the smell of the man and he knew immediately it had been a mistake. He smelled like a wet forest, like the morning fog, like the musk of a male ready to mate. He smelled like a predator. He smelled like exactly what Forrest had been craving all morning. He shivered and the man's smile widened, showing off impossibly sharp teeth.
"What the fuck?" he gasped, trying to push the heavy hands from his shoulders. He didn't try very hard, though. He couldn't put much energy into it, his body secretly loved the heat that was slowly filling his chest as it streamed inside him from those big, strong hands. He needed the pressure the heat was building up inside him, preparing him for something great.
He looked up, the man had to be over six and a half feet tall. He was huge, and Forrest knew without looking that it was all muscle. He resisted the urge to trace his finger over a perky nipple pushing out against the navy blue confines of his tight shirt. Forrest swallowed hard, balling his hands at his side. He forced himself to look down, but his gaze got caught at the faded jeans and the bulge they did nothing to hide. He swallowed again, then forced himself to look at the ground.
The man chuckled, then released his grip and stepped back. Forrest frowned, catching himself from whining. He needed to get away from this man, he was dangerous. It was dangerous how much he wanted to taste the man, to discover if his skin tasted like the scent on the air, to discover if the inside of his mouth could finally stake his craving.
"I don't believe we've met, but I've heard so much about you." The man never stopped smiling, predatory and promising at the same time. His eyes were yellow, reminding him of a wolf he'd seen at the zoo when he was much younger.
