Reaching for Danny’s hip, Mal found the edge of his T-shirt and sought out his soft, warm skin. His other hand pushed into Danny’s hair and tugged to urge him on.
Danny whined and bit down on Mal’s neck, licking at the mark left behind with unhurried swipes. “You can be rougher. I won’t break.”
“Fuck, Sparky…I might,” Mal said. Tugging the ginger hair harder as Danny moved to lick his ear, Mal felt Danny’s hand travel down to rediscover the wet trails he’d left behind on his way up.
Still, Mal didn’t pull too hard; Danny didn’t know what he was asking. Something must have happened to trigger this, to bring him to Mal’s door a night early, desperate and greedy for it. Mal wondered what it was, but he wasn’t about to ask now. Turning his head to kiss Danny, he missed his lips as Danny scooted down the bed again.
“Oh, you’ll break. But in such a slow, sweet way. Just you wait.”
Quivering in anticipation, Mal spread his legs wider even. Danny started to undo his jeans. They were tighter than the slacks he’d worn yesterday, so the relief once Danny tugged them down his hips made Mal sigh in pleasure. As soon as the jeans hit the floor, Danny palmed him through his underwear.
“Is this why you’re always so confident?”
Mal grunted. “It helps.” His confidence didn’t much matter though when he had trouble getting anyone into his bed, let alone keeping them there. Hazard of the trade; no one worth keeping wanted to fuck a criminal.
Danny laughed and it was a lovely, dark sound. Mal didn’t think a giggle from Danny Grant could be so devious. “Before we get too far,” he said, “lube? Condoms? We’re definitely going to put both to good use.”
Yes, they were. “At your leisure.” Mal gestured at the nightstand.
Nodding once, Danny swooped down to mouth Mal through his underwear. His mouth was so hot. Sucking up along Mal from the base, when he got to the tip, Mal’s own wetness had already soaked through. Danny sucked there just as greedily.
“Your…talents…have been going to waste playing hero,” Mal said. “You look good down there, Sparky.”
“If you’re impressed already,” Danny fluttered his eyes up at him, “then you’re in for some surprises.”
Oh, Mal was counting on it. Hands staying mostly limp at his sides, he was enraptured by the sight of what Danny was doing to him. He lifted his hips when Danny finally moved to rid him of his underwear and chucked them over his shoulder with another wide grin.
The amorous hero had Mal naked on his own bed, and he hadn’t even undressed a shred of clothing himself yet. He’d barely removed his shoes, but Mal saw them, kicked to the floor off the bed. He figured he could forgive Danny that slight, just this once.
When Danny descended between his thighs, Mal tangled his fingers in the foof of red hair again. Having Zeus between his legs made all of this worth it.
Eventually, Danny pulled off of him with one long lick. Sitting up on his knees, he gripped the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it up inch by inch and eventually flinging it into the abyss of the room. Mal wanted to touch every one of those lean, taut muscles.
He reached for Danny, but the hero ducked between his legs again. Nipping at Mal’s inner thigh, he licked. Bit harder. Sucked. Mal wanted more of that treatment elsewhere. But Danny did the same to his other thigh. Then licked and sucked his way down, down…
“F-Fuck…”
“Told you. I’m gonna take. You. Apart.”
Another long lick from underside to tip. Danny hovered, lips parted, eyes flicking up to meet Mal’s. Then the little shit crawled up and across Mal to reach for the nightstand drawer, dragging the jeans he still wore across Mal’s wet and over-sensitized skin. Mal hissed, pressing his head into the mattress. Feeling his skin prickle with goosebumps, he willed his powers to stay calm.
Danny returned with the supplies, grinning impishly and eyeing Mal’s naked body like he was ready to devour him whole. “Roll onto your side.”
“What?” There came that freefalling feeling again.
“Roll,” Danny tapped the bottle of lube against Mal’s shoulder, “onto your side.”
Mal could have sworn he had control over the situation originally. Not that he was never on the receiving end, he did enjoy that, but it was rare that he trusted someone enough to let them see him so exposed. Or at least rare that he was drunk enough not to care.
“Come on, Cho…” Danny coaxed him, settling in lying beside Mal and trailing the hand not holding the lube and condom gently down his chest, around his navel, teasingly into the curls below his waist and lower. “I’ll make it so good, you can’t even imagine. Have you been disappointed so far?”
Mal couldn’t say he had been. Danny’s hand on him alone, thumb passing over his slit, fingernails grazing lightly down his shaft, made him want to give in to every whim, every command given him. He usually didn’t work that way, in any situation, let alone in bed. He needed to know he had an exit strategy at all times, that he could always, always gain the upper hand.
“You’re awfully confident tonight,” he said.
“Because I know what I have to offer. Next time you can bend me in half like I promised. Do whatever you want to me. But tonight let me show you how good it can be like this. Remember how much you enjoyed my…party trick?”
Before Mal could answer, a moan tore from his lips as the hand on him sparked with a tingle of that alluring electricity. It should have hurt. Why didn’t it hurt?
“Yeah…you like that. I can do so much more. I’ll show you.” Danny pulled his hand away, took the lube and condom and set them on the other side of the bed, like a peace offering that they weren’t jumping to the end just yet, and nudged Mal again to roll over.
Mal was too morbidly curious not to obey.
As he rolled to his side, he felt Danny shuffle out of his jeans. He knew Danny had also ditched his underwear when he felt the slick, hot slide of him against the back of his thighs. Danny spooned in behind him, draped his arm around his waist, and glided his hand up Mal’s chest to his lips. He brushed his thumb over Mal’s mouth, then teased with the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, gentle but insistent, like he didn’t fear for a second that Mal would refuse him. That kind of confidence from Danny did things to Mal he couldn’t put a name to.
Opening his mouth, he let Danny slide in his fingers, and brushed his tongue along the slender digits. Mal felt Danny twitch between his legs, eager to find a harbor, but he didn’t push for it. Instead, he had Mal suck on his fingers first, and as soon as Danny pulled them free, they sparked in front of his eyes, glittering with his lightning.
“Want to explore some uncharted territory with me, Cho? See what you like?” He touched the sparking fingers to Mal’s lips, which was strange and wonderful, before moving down his chin and neck and chest.
The fingers teased around Mal’s nipple, making him shiver and gasp. Then around the other. Then slower down his stomach. Mal was so wet, so hard, imagining where else those fingers might go. The not knowing—though he had an idea—was oddly freeing with someone like Danny, who had goodness stamped into his bones. He was playing a dangerous game like an old pro and had Mal panting in mere minutes.
Trailing low down Mal’s thigh, then inward and up again to right beneath his entrance, Danny touching that sensitive patch of skin made Mal quiver. But he didn’t deliver on his tease yet. He drew his fingers up along Mal’s shaft and twirled through the notable wetness leaking from his tip.
“Sure seems like you like it,” Danny whispered, shifting the touch of his fingers into a full hold. Mal bucked into him, fighting the desire to end this quickly. “Now that wouldn’t be any fun,” Danny said as he pulled away. “I have a better idea. On your back again.”
Mal didn’t even pause before complying. He was almost shaking, he was so keyed up. “Don’t think you’ll always be able to order me a
round like this.”
“We’ll see.”
Unable to keep from grinning, Mal liked that Danny never hesitated to challenge him.
Situating himself between Mal’s legs again, Danny hunkered low and reached for the lube. He coated his fingers, making them slicker than the wetness from Mal’s mouth. The expression the kid wore was pure mischief, almost daunting, almost menacing. It reminded Mal of their fights, which carried their own sort of pleasure.
Now Mal understood. This wasn’t Danny Grant. Danny Grant wasn’t such a confident powerhouse, even as a detective. No, that was reserved for when he wore the suit. This was Zeus, thrumming and in control as he brought his fingers to Mal’s entrance and, in perfect time with the slow twist of the first one pressing inside, parted his lips to take Mal into his mouth.
Mal moaned. Trying to bite it back, choke it down, he couldn’t not be vocal. It was so much worse, so much better, when that finger started to spark again. Curses fell from Mal’s lips to beat out the needy whimpers building in the back of his throat. Clutching at the comforter beneath him, having Danny around him and inside him at the same time was too much, his powers making Mal feel like no one else could.
Danny was right. Mal would never be with anyone who could match him.
“What about you, Ice Man?” Danny said. “Don’t you ever lose your cool?”
A second finger pressed in, already sparking, and pushed past the knuckle slowly. Danny coiled his fingers deep inside of Mal in time with the bob of his head. Mal’s moaning turned positively filthy, but there was no discharge of ice like Danny wanted. Mal’s control was solid; it had to be.
“Only if…you earn it,” he rasped rather than explain that it would never, ever happen.
“Oh, I’ll earn it. I like your voice rough like that. It’s sexy.” Danny slid his fingers away and crawled back over to his original position. Mal dutifully rolled onto his side, and Danny chuckled as he grabbed the supplies. “Next time, Cho, you can be in charge. But this time you’re mine.”
Next time Mal was going to show this kid a thing or two about making someone moan. But he wasn’t complaining. The searing hot press of Danny wrecked him, arm snaking around his chest, dropping to his hip to steady him as he pushed inside. Mal tried to hold back his moans, but everything Danny did pulled such easy, needy noises from him.
He wanted to push back against Danny, even if the stretch was tight. It had been a while, so Mal appreciated the time to adjust, but it was almost worse that Danny was moving so slow. He was shaking by the time Danny sheathed himself fully, and then Danny just stayed there, not moving, and kissed the back of Mal’s neck.
“Damn it, Sparky…”
“See. So slow,” Danny said, finally pulling back for another stroke, but even that was sweet agony in its rhythm. And then—
“Danny.” Mal’s mind blanked out as Danny sparked inside of him as he moved. He thought that if Danny would only touch him, even a single stroke would be the end. But Danny didn’t. He kept his hand at Mal’s hip.
“I like my name on your lips, Cho…like the way you say it. Like that you know it. You. Just you. You’re the only one who’s ever had me like this.”
A swell of possessive pride filled Mal’s chest. Damn right, he was the only one, the only person Danny could ever reveal his powers to while intimately connected.
Danny was his. He wanted to roleplay hero and villain, wanted to feel powerful? Mal liked that game on the streets of Olympus; he had no qualms about playing it in the bedroom. It meant that Mal was the only one who got to see the real Danny Grant, where the cowl and what lay beneath it blurred, and it gave Mal more control than even Danny realized.
And it felt so good—the slow pace, the sparking, the heat of the kid. Heat, in the right situations, could feel amazing, Mal knew, but he’d never imagined it like this.
“I’m not speeding up until you beg me to,” Danny huffed. “How long can you last?”
“How long can you last,” Mal countered.
Danny bit the back of Mal’s neck where he’d kissed him. “That’s what’s so fun about you, Cho. You always gotta push back.”
He called Mal’s bluff because apparently, he could last indefinitely. Several pitiful whimpers made it past Mal’s lips.
“Got something to say, Ice Man?”
He was such a little shit. Mal couldn’t deny that it turned him on more. “Stop messing around, Sparky. Come on.”
“Come on, what?”
“Faster.”
“Ask nicely.”
Fuck this kid. Mal was going to ice him just to spite him after this. He needed to be touched. Needed Danny to go faster. “Please.”
Danny hummed and whispered, “My pleasure.”
Another moan ripped from Mal’s lips as Danny’s pace quickened—deep and sharp and right where he needed it. Mal lost his breath as he felt Danny crackle with power. It should have been too much, but it left every inch of Mal vibrating.
If Danny wasn’t going to touch him, then Mal had to touch himself. He reached between his legs—
“Not yet.” Danny snatched his wrist up and held it prisoner against his stomach.
“Danny.”
Danny’s hand was still, but his hips continued to move and spark. Mal moaned again at the sharp thrusts hitting him just right. He was close to coming without being touched, but he didn’t want that. He needed a hand on him—his own, Danny’s, he didn’t care which.
“No,” Danny said as if reading his thoughts. “Louder.”
Mal was losing his mind. He should hate this. He had never, ever allowed something like this with anyone else. But this was Danny Grant, Zeus himself, and it felt so, so good.
So Mal gave in. Let himself be loud. Let the moans leave him unhindered. Leaning his head back against Danny’s shoulder, he pressed his hips back harder too. “Please,” he begged, playing the game, because even if in Danny’s mind he won this round, Mal still won too. He had Zeus here, after all, in his bed—all his.
Releasing Mal’s wrist, Danny reached down to take him in hand. The sparks moving through the rest of his body returned to his fingers as they passed into the silky smooth wetness. The firm, tingling grip, after being so long denied, so heightened, meant it only took three good strokes before Mal held his breath and finally, finally finished.
He sagged into the bed even as Danny kept on, giving several good thrusts more before he tumbled over the edge with Mal. An all over shudder pulsed through Danny’s body like an electric shock. Mal couldn’t describe it—any of it. Couldn’t liken any sensation in his entire life to what Danny had just done to him. He’d never been with another Elemental. All he knew was that someday soon he’d want to feel it again.
Gasping into Mal’s shoulder as he caught his breath, Danny let out a beautiful, relieved exhale like that was everything he’d wanted. Pulling his soiled hand away, he was careful not to get it on the comforter or on Mal, which would have been thoughtful if he didn’t accompany it with another bite to Mal’s neck. Grimacing, Mal shivered at the mix of pleasure and pain, harsh but not too rough, just like how Danny fought.
As Danny pulled away, it dawned on Mal that he hadn’t actually seen Danny put on the condom. He always made sure to witness that. It was just smart business. Mal didn’t have regulars. Barely slept with anyone he could stand. He always wore a condom and always watched his partner put one on if their positions were reversed.
Peering over his shoulder, Mal watched as Danny rolled the condom off. Sloppy. Always so sloppy with Danny. He had to be better. Had to get his head on straight with this kid and stop getting so easily caught up in his whirlwind.
But damn, had it been worth it tonight.
Catching his eye, Danny grinned roguishly and leapt off the bed. He made quick work of using the bathroom across the room—disposing of the condom, washing his hands—a
nd came back with a skip in his step.
Mal rolled onto his back as Danny crawled onto the bed with a predatory gleam in his eyes—was he still hard? Or hard again? Danny was going to be the death of Mal. But before he could reach him, Danny’s stomach rumbled loudly and he groaned as he fell forward onto his forearms.
“Hungry, Sparky?” Mal chuckled.
“Urg…starving. I didn’t finish dinner. I need at least five thousand calories a day—”
“Five thousand—”
“And I used up a lot of energy just now,” Danny snickered. He looked up at Mal, a little pale and glassy-eyed but still alert. “Hey…that Thai food?”
There he was—the awkward, adorable kid beneath the cowl. “Leftovers in the fridge. Help yourself. I might need a minute.”
“I bet you do,” Danny said and leaned forward on his hands and knees to kiss Mal, gently this time, a light peck to his lips. “Good though, right?”
With a few words and a tender kiss, Danny summed up all the reasons why Mal trusted him enough to even entertain what they were doing. “Good. Can’t wait to pay you back for it.”
Another low giggle which, if Mal wasn’t so thoroughly spent, might have rekindled his desires right then and there.
Slithering from the bed, Danny redressed and left Mal to fend for himself. After a few moments, Mal heard the sounds of him rummaging in the kitchen.
Spreading out on the bed, Mal took a few slow breaths to still his pulse. His adrenaline and endorphins were sky-high. Only a good heist, a good fight, ever made him feel this blissful. Especially when those things included Danny. This added dimension to their relationship was a solid win. Mal would enjoy taking Danny apart next time as payback.
Slowly, he swung his legs off the bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. When he padded down the stairs a few minutes later, barefoot and comfortably dressed in grey cotton sleep pants and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt, Danny was situated on a stool at the kitchen island, digging into several of the remaining containers of leftovers. Mal had barely touched them last night. He noticed that the infamous shoes were now placed at the door where they belonged. Smart kid.
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