“If a referee,me, gives you an order, you must follow it, or I’ll kick your ass out. Am I clear?”
Everyone gave their okays, and Dunn pointed the way out of the back door of the shack, which led into the designated game area.
“Helmets on. Do not take them off,” Dunn ordered, and we slammed them onto our heads. I had to help Mark with his when he struggled with the straps under his chin.
“Are you ready, little rabbit?” I teased quietly.
He nodded, but it looked funny with how big the helmet was on his small body.
I laughed and patted him on the head and imagined he was glaring at me right now, too.
Dunn raised his thick arm. “Ready?” He swiped his arm down. “Go!”
We all took off in different directions, and adrenaline pumped in my veins, fueling my speed and agility as I jumped over fallen logs and ran through trees, searching out my favorite spot. A loud buzz sounded through the area, signaling the start of the game. Now we had to find one another and shoot. This wasn’t competition level, so even if we were hit we weren’t knocked out of the game, but I was ready to win anyway. I wasn’t the kind of guy who liked the idea of being struck by amateurs. Not to mention, I didn’t care about the other guys playing with us; I only wanted one man—my little rabbit. I was going to hunt him, take him out, and tonight I was going to kiss every bruise on his body before I fucked into him balls deep and filled him with my seed.
I held the gun to my chest and peeked around the tree. The sound of someone running made me smirk, and when I saw who it was, one of the random guys playing with us, I fired, hitting him on the chest twice. He grunted and fell backward, smacking the ground on his back. I snorted and raced past him, heading for another secure spot.
As the minutes ticked by, I kept my head low, stalking through the trees. There was laughter somewhere, and then the firing of a paintball gun, but it wasn’t Mark. I managed to get another three guys before I finally found my little rabbit, hiding behind a mound of dirt with his gun pressed tightly against his chest. He kept peeking over the hill, as though he was waiting for someone to come to him rather than searching out anyone else. That was fine. In the end, there was only me and him because, as far as I was concerned, no one else mattered.
I snuck closer, making sure to step on solid dirt and not leaves and twigs, so I wouldn’t give away my position. He turned on his stomach, staring over the mound again, but I was coming in from behind him, and he had no idea.
Another player headed at him from the right, but Mark obviously saw him because he spun the gun toward the guy and shot, striking him on the right arm, then the gut. The guy yelled out and dropped to the ground, rolling away before jumping to his feet and hurtling in the opposite direction.
Mark chuckled, and pride lodged itself in my chest as he dropped onto his back, his laughter growing louder. The pure joy in the sound made me smile. When he turned onto his stomach again, I moved. Taking each step carefully, I snuck up on him until I was at his feet, then pounced on him. He gasped, but I set my gun beside him. With a kiss to the bruise on the back of his neck that peeked from his collar, I pressed my hands down on his shoulders, keeping him flat against the ground.
He stiffened, then relaxed when I rubbed my cock against his ass. “Found you, little rabbit.”
My voice was muffled through the helmet, but I knew he heard me loud and clear before he reached around to grab my knee, squeezing it.
I stood just enough to roll him onto his back before I sat on his thighs. I pressed the front of my helmet against his. “I got you.”
“You got me,” he echoed and then laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. “This is fun. I shot two of them.”
“Only two?” I chuckled and patted him on the arm. “Want to finish them off together?”
“Teamwork?” He wriggled in excitement, and I rose, helping him stand.
“Predator and prey working as one. Let’s go.”
Mark followed me, and every time I heard one of the other players, I grabbed him and yanked him into hiding, his back pressed against my chest. I let him get the first guy, and the splatter of blue paint hit the other man’s helmet. We managed to get five other guys before the buzzer blared through the area to signal the end of our time.
Dunn’s voice boomed through the air. “Please return to the shop. No more shots allowed.”
Mark laughed, bouncing on his toes as we yanked off the helmets and started walking in the direction of the shack again. “That wasfun.”
“It was,” I agreed, grabbing his elbow and yanking him to a stop. I tugged him around and kissed him hard on the lips, my cock pressing insistently against the zipper of my pants. Getting a woody after playing paintball wasn’t surprising to me anymore. I fucking loved hunting games, but now my prey was right here, and I devoured his mouth.
He moaned into me and slid the gun on its strap around to his back. I lifted him until he was on tiptoe, and he wrapped his arms around my neck and sighed happily as he ground his stiffening cock against mine.
Someone cleared their throat behind us, but I ignored them. It wasn’t until they did it a third time that Mark pulled away, his cheeks flaming red as he glanced over my shoulder. “Sorry.”
I glared at the guy behind me, but he shrugged and kept walking past us. When I looked back at Mark, I caressed his cheek. “Where to now, little rabbit? We’re just getting started.”
“We’re not going home?” he asked hopefully.
I laughed. “Nope. You’re going to have to wait until tonight.”
His pout was worth it. I slapped him on the ass, slid my gloved fingers into his, and pulled him back toward the shack.
