by Sean Michael
Rafe grinned. Daniel was one of those people who knew how to get stuff done. Which would explain in part why he was so pissed off at being virtually kidnapped to save his life. Rafe checked the hotel room out, making sure they weren't leaving anything behind, but it wasn't like they had luggage, now was it?
"Now. Feed me. Aimee'll call."
"Hand over the keys and we'll find an IHOP."
"I'm not driving?" Right, with that hand?
He just snorted and held out his hand for the keys. "Try again, Cowboy."
"They're in my pocket." Those eyes were evil.
Pure evil.
"You saying you want me to go fishing?" And how come just the thought of that had his prick working on standing at attention, pushing at his jeans?
Daniel gave him that famous little wiggle. "You think you can?"
Damn.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," he said softly, eyes definitely below Daniel's belt.
"No? I won't push you, Angel. Hold on, I'll grab them." He got to watch those hips wiggle, Daniel reaching across for the pocket.
He licked his lips, he couldn't help it. "I just... I'm supposed to be looking out for you, Daniel, not..." He waved his hand at Daniel's pants.
"But you are looking."
He swallowed and nodded, voice thick when he replied. "I guess I am at that. And it seems silly to make you reach over like that..."
"Then get your keys, Angel."
"Not my name," he murmured, eyes flicking to Daniel's as he stepped closer, hand reaching for the man's pocket.
"Rafael. Rafe." Daniel smelled male, strong.
He nodded, slipping his hand into Daniel's pocket. Damn, those were tight jeans. He bit his bottom lip, pushing his fingers in deeper.
"Mmm..." Daniel sucked in and, fuck, he felt it. Daniel’s belly just rippled. He might have whimpered and he was definitely disappointed when his fingers found the keys. "Damn. You could drop them; go fishing for them."
His eyes widened, fingers fluttering and dropping the keys. "Oh. I didn't. Not on purpose. I."
"Shh..." Daniel smiled, tongue wetting those pretty lips. "It's cool."
He was mesmerized by the shine on the red lips. He could smell Daniel, hot and male, and the man was so warm. His fingers went for the keys again and he gasped softly as his fingers brushed against what had to be Daniel's cock.
"Oh..." Daniel leaned, cock brushing his fingers. "You're warm."
"And you're hot." He just stood there, looking at Daniel, fingers in the man's pocket.
"You going to freak out if I kiss you?"
"Is your lip okay?" he asked. The ointment seemed to have done a good job getting down the swelling, but it still looked a little sore.
"It's a little tender. Nothing worth worrying over." God, the man's eyes were blue. Real blue.
"Then I guess I'm not going to freak."
He leaned in a little, eyes watching Daniel's get closer. There were a lot of reasons why this wasn't a good idea. Then Daniel's tongue slid over his lips, soft and right, hot as fire. Oh, man. Then there was the reason it was. He made a sound, soft and needy, fingers curling in Daniel's pocket.
"Mmm-hmm. So fucking pretty." Daniel pushed the kiss a little deeper, tongue slipping into his lips.
He wasn't pretty. And he might have said so, except Daniel's tongue was in his mouth and it was so hot. He moaned, letting his mouth open, letting Daniel in. He'd been kissed before, but this? This was warm and slow, controlled. It was like Daniel was tasting him and feeling him and offering him something really good all at once. Another not whimper pushed from him and his free hand reached out, finding Daniel's hip and holding on.
Daniel moaned, the sound vibrating his lips. Oh, God. Oh, God. He moved his fingers, touching the tip of Daniel's cock again through his pocket.
"That's it. Damn, Angel. That's just fine."
"Name's Rafe," he whispered, though just now it didn't seem very important. No, not important at all.
"Mmhmm. Rafe. Rafael. Pretty Angel. Kiss me again."
"Okay." He didn't argue the point that he wasn't pretty and angel wasn't his name. He didn't argue the point that it had been Daniel kissing him. He just pushed their lips back together again, his own tongue sliding into Daniel's lips this time. Daniel opened, let him in, sucked on his tongue, just humming away.
He shivered, his cock going all the way hard, making him push against Daniel. That made the hums louder, the suction harder. Fuck, he needed, wanted. He pushed harder against Daniel, hands pulling Daniel toward him. Daniel pressed close, entire body rubbing against him. Hard cock rubbing against him.
"Oh, God. I want you."
"There's two beds. Pick one. Food'll wait."
He pushed Daniel back, going down with him, his finger still stuck in Daniel's pocket. Daniel's sore hand stayed up out of the way, free hand stroking over his head and tugging him closer. He rubbed them together, his cock aching as he slid against Daniel's body.
"Let me feel you. Skin on skin. Come on."
He nodded, tugging his hand out of Daniel's pocket. Rolling to the side, he started in on the buttons on Daniel's shirt. Daniel's chest was lightly muscled, nipples flat and pale, broad shoulders leading down into a tiny waist.
"Oh, you're the pretty one. Well... handsome. You're gorgeous." He popped the top button of Daniel's jeans, looking up into the blue eyes to make sure it was still all right.
"Just a singer. You? Fuck, you've got promise."
"What am I promising?" he asked, smiling as his fingers slid on Daniel's skin. So hot and smooth, little hairs just above the waistband catching on his fingertips.
"Mmm... Pleasure, Angel." Daniel just responded to every touch, moving like no lover he'd ever had.
He slid his hands back up to tease the pretty pink nipples, watching as they hardened up for his fingers. He knew he was blushing, but Daniel's words made him warm, too. Hot.
"Men could write songs about those fingers, I swear." Daniel pressed up against him, hard and wanting.
"Hey, you don't have to make stuff up; I'm kind of a sure thing, here."
"Good. Lose the shirt? Let me see?" Daniel leaned up, nuzzling into his neck.
"Yeah." He nodded, sitting up to tug off the damned denim jacket and pull off the black t-shirt that went with it.
"Oh, look at that belly..." Daniel reached out with his good hand, petting and stroking and moaning.
His muscles rippled beneath Daniel's touch. He worked out -- it was nice to have it noticed. He leaned back down slowly, mouth pressing against Daniel's again, fingers sliding on Daniel's skin. Oh, man. They fit together well, belly to belly, one of Daniel's legs wrapped around his. He moaned into Daniel's mouth, tongue sneaking back in between Daniel's lips.
He could feel the heat of Daniel's cock pressing against his own through too many layers of denim. "I want more," he told Daniel.
"Hell yes. I'm all about more." His lips were nipped, sucked.
He moaned and started working on Daniel's zipper, trying hard not to bump or zipper the man's prick. Fuck. Daniel was wet-tipped and hard, prick pushing out toward his hand. He gasped softly, fingers siding over the wet, picking up the slightly sticky liquid.
"Mmm... yeah. Right there. Right fucking there."
He nodded, pushing his index finger against the leaking slit, his breath catching in his throat. A dull flush rushed up Daniel's belly, sexy as anything. He dropped his fingers to circle just the head, squeezing slightly and then moving up and down. God, Daniel was hot, silky. It felt like forever since he had touched a cock not his own.
He moaned, his mouth crashing down on Daniel's as the need suddenly rode him hard. His hand circled Daniel's prick and he rubbed against Daniel's thigh. Daniel pushed into the kisses, groaning, tongue sliding against his. That free hand worked furiously, tugging and pulling at his belt, his slacks. There was something sexy about that, about Daniel wanting him that badly, too and he wasn't helping at all, hips driving him against Dani
el's hand as he tongue fucked Daniel's lips.
Daniel's fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging it out. Those fingers were so hot, so sure. It had been a long time since he'd been touched by another man, not since before he'd started working for the agency and all it took was that touch, Daniel's fingers like magic, right from the start. He cried out, shuddering as the pleasure spilled through him, his come spurting over both their bellies.
He panted, forehead resting on Daniel's shoulder. "Oh, God. Shit, I'm sorry. It just. I." He squeezed Daniel's cock and started stroking purposefully.
"No sorrys. No... Oh, God. That's fine, Angel. Just fine."
He worked Daniel's cock a little harder, determined not to make the man wait after having come so fast himself. He squeezed just a little harder every time he passed the ridge of the head and his thumb repeatedly passed across the slit, pulling the leaking drops down to slick the passage of Daniel's cock along his hand.
Daniel grunted, shoulders leaving the mattress, lips parted. "Oh. Fuck. Right there."
He couldn't resist going in for another kiss as he kept working Daniel's cock, hand moving like crazy now, stroking hard and fast. Heat sprayed over his fingers, Daniel pushing hard into the kiss. It sent a shiver down his own spine and he moaned softly, hand slowing and then stopping.
Rafe settled on his side next to Daniel, watching Daniel's face. His hand was covered in Daniel's come, and he just kind of surreptitiously wiped it into the skin of his own belly. He liked the sharp, salty smell of Daniel's come.
Daniel had a smile on his face, happy and sort of goofy. "That was a nice wake up."
He grinned and nodded. "Yeah. Not in the agency handbook, but nice."
"Oh, I bet you and me could add a chapter to that handbook, Angel."
"A whole chapter?" Wouldn't that be nice. To have a whole chapter's worth of time together.
"You know it. My skinny ass needs protecting, remember?" Daniel sat up, winked. "And feeding and doctoring."
"Oh, yeah." He nodded and popped up, pulling his pants closed and getting his t-shirt back on. "Do you need help getting dressed again?"
"If you don't mind. The zipper'll give me fits."
"It might give me fits and all," he murmured, both itching to get his hands back on Daniel and knowing he shouldn't.
"We'll never know 'til we try..." Daniel wiggled for him, eyes dancing.
"If you ever want to get fed, you're going to have to stop doing that," he warned, his stupid cock jumping in his pants.
Daniel licked his lips. "Food is overrated."
He whimpered just a little, eyes following Daniel's tongue. "I thought you were dying for pancakes."
"IHOP's open twenty-four hours."
He didn't need any more convincing than that. He leaned in, giving into his instincts and taking Daniel's mouth. Daniel moaned, one arm wrapping around his neck, tongue pushing alongside his own. Oh, fuck, they were going to do this again. He tugged Daniel back down onto the bed.
"Mmm... a two-fer. We need to get rubbers while we're getting supplies, Angel." Those blue eyes were wicked.
"And lube," he suggested, deciding he might as well jump right in.
"Oh, hell yes. I like how you think."
"Well there's a change," he teased.
"Don't make me beat you, kid." Daniel's laugh made him grin, made him harder.
"We just got you all wrapped back up," he noted, fingers tugging Daniel's buttons open again.
He didn't make the joke about beatings, just concentrated on the naked again part.
"When we get to the cabin? We can do more naked, less wrapping. You hunt any?"
He shook his head. "No, but I know how to hunt this." He opened Daniel's pants and reached in.
Daniel twisted, cock filling, pushing up into his touch. He moaned, fingers exploring this time, sliding over the heat, the silk, tracing the veins.
"Oh, that's nice. Fucking fine, Angel."
"You're hot," he murmured, fingers sliding down further to fondle Daniel's balls.
"It's been a long time since someone touched me like this." Daniel moaned, spreading wide.
"It's been a long time since I've touched someone like this." Shit, Daniel was something to see.
"Then we're well-matched."
He nodded, focus on the softness of the skin beneath his fingers, the way Daniel's balls moved. Daniel relaxed for him, moaning and shifting, responsive to every touch. He could get lost in this, in exploring and fucking. He could so totally forget what he was supposed to be doing.
"A man could so get used to you, Angel. Damn." Daniel's fingers slid through his hair, just petting. He was feeling too good to complain about the nickname.
He closed his lips over Daniel's, hand sliding back up to wrap around Daniel's cock and stroke. Daniel moaned into the kiss, tongue fucking his lips over and over. He was making his own sounds, little whimpers mostly, he just couldn't seem to stop. He rubbed against Daniel's hip, only a small part of his brain registering that he only had the one pair of pants and didn't really want to come in them.
"Get your cock out, Angel. Work us together."
He gasped, fingers fumbling with his zipper. His head buried into Daniel's neck, a groan coming from deep inside him as he took them both in his hand.
"Oh, sweet fuck. Just. Like. That." Daniel planted his feet on the mattress, hips working good and hard.
Rafe wrapped his lips around Daniel's shoulder, sucking the salty skin, muffling his cries as he kept his hand moving. Daniel's cock moved against his own, moved against his fingers, just burning. He licked his way down to Daniel's nipple, taking the hard little bit of flesh into his mouth and sucking.
"Oh, damn." Daniel went still, heartbeat pounding beneath his lips.
He used his tongue to flick at the very tip of the tiny bit of flesh in his mouth, and then licked with it flat against Daniel's nipple before going back to sucking. His hand kept working them, too, his own cock just jumping at the contact with Daniel's.
"Fuck, you. Your mouth. Fuck." Daniel moved and jerked, shuddering beneath him.
He was taking that as a good sign and so he just kept nibbling and sucking on the flesh in his mouth, just loving Daniel's reaction.
"More. Fuck. More, Angel. Harder."
He bit down on Daniel's nipple, let his teeth sink into the flesh as his hand squeezed hard, making his own hips buck. Daniel cried out as heat sprayed over his fingers, over his cock. Oh, fuck, that was good. So good.
He bit hard as his own hips jerked, more heat spreading between them. He lay there, gasping, hand still clenched around their cocks.
"Damn. Angel, you're special."
"No, that's the FBI guys. 'Special Agents'."
Daniel snorted, swatted his ass. "What are you, then?"
"Hey now, no abusing the person guarding your life." Not that he was doing the greatest job at that right now. "But I'm just a regular old ATF agent."
"You're a cute ATF guy, though."
He felt himself blushing, surprised he still could after what they'd just done. "You're not so bad for a primary yourself."
"Thank you ever so." Daniel's eyes just sparkled.
He chuckled, and wiped his hand off on the sheets. "We should maybe get back to the plan," he said softly, rolling off Daniel.
"Picky picky picky. Pancakes. Pain pills. Better casual clothes for you."
"You don't like my outfit?" He pouted, trying not to laugh. "It's my best suit."
"It's adorable and you'll stick out like a sore thumb."
"It's not adorable. And honestly? It's your people's idea of a suit. Adorable. Cute. Angel. He had the distinct feeling Daniel didn't take him seriously.
"Well, I don't get to choose that. I'll talk to Aimee."
"You put a lot of faith in this Aimee." He did himself back up and started helping Daniel get dressed. Again.
"She’s my manager, my agent, my best friend. She and her man are fixing to have their first baby."
"Yo
u know you're going to have to stay away from her, right? You don't want to bring any of this on her." He grinned wryly after he'd done up Daniel's pants. "And you've still got the keys in your pocket -- we're back where we started."
Daniel cackled. "Don't even think about it, man. I'm too old to get it up again."