Built For A Tank

by Belle Winters

  “Because you’re fucking mine, Danny. That’s why.” It seemed as though the words slipped out of his mouth unbidden. His head drew back a fraction, and he stared at me with the same amount of confusion I felt from his words. I’m certain that wasn’t what he was planning to say – hell, I don’t even think he was thinking that. Then just as fast he released me and retreated with quick, hard, and angry steps. I jumped at the sound of his door slamming shut shot through the otherwise quiet house.

  What the hell just happened?

  *****

  Tank

  Shit.

  Shit, shit, shit. When did my life turn into a full-blown fucking soap opera? Every time I turn around shit just seems to get even more complicated. What. The. Hell?

  Yesterday, I had only been meaning to talk to Danny and go with Psycho’s advice and put it all out there for him. What happened instead? I was fucking fuming about the whole Rip thing. From the moment I found out I was ready for a fight. To be honest, I wanted to tear Rip’s head off. I would’ve done it off principal alone had he not been one of my brothers. That concerned me and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why I just continuously seemed to lose my shit over every little thing that had to do with Danny. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the protective streak was totally explainable. I would’ve knocked Jagger on his ass for messing with anyone like that – especially someone left in my care to look after. That was crossing the line to straight disrespecting me as well... but the other shit? Never made a lick of sense to me.

  I don’t even remember what I had been planning on saying to Danny last night… but it damn sure wasn’t a claim on him. I could tell my words shocked him just as much as they shocked the shit out of me. I wasn’t even sure I’d ever been thinking that but there they were. It took all of a second before all the pieces fell into place. The unexplainable anger, worrying, thinking… taking him out. Shit, I wouldn’t admit it before, but it wasn’t always just about getting him to face some of his fears and causes of his anxiety. I liked to take him out… us two somewhere away from everyone else. I liked sharing my space with him. Hell, I’d done everything I could since I met the little fuck to keep him under my wing. I should’ve seen the warning signals from there.

  Psycho was right the bastard.

  I liked the kid.

  I was in fucking like of the little shit.

  And I never even had a sexual pull to him. At least I don’t think I have. Who knows what the fuck anymore? I didn’t even know I was even looking at him that way all this time.

  Fuck. I’m too old to be having shit like feelings sneak up on me and knock me on my ass. I was fucking clueless and what am I going to do?

  I flopped back onto the bed and groaned. I was def going to have to talk to Psycho. I’m sure he went through some shit like this with the pint-sized beauty he’s still putting off proposing to. I shook my head. The bastard was going to rub my face into this big time. Really not looking forward to that.

  I looked over at the time, 8:15. I got up and washed my ass and tossed on a pair of sweats. I needed some coffee and a fucking aspirin to get through today.

  As I was making my way to the kitchen, the sound of running water stopped me in my tracks. I frowned and beelined it to the bathroom down here on the ground level. We had three levels in the house. Our bedrooms and a third – which we have stuff needing to be unpacked and built sitting in – were upstairs. Downstairs was everything else. Laundry room, living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom. The basement was unfinished, so we haven’t done anything down there yet. It was just empty space and a half bathroom.

  Both of our rooms have ensuite bathrooms, so no one ever used this bathroom unless it was to take a quick leak if we were hanging down here. Someone was clearly using the never before used shower, and I don’t know of us to have had a visitor.

  The thought that Danny might’ve had someone over instantly had me on a warpath. My feet ate up the distance in record time, and I didn’t take the time to announce my presence. I just opened the bathroom door ready to throw whoever the fuck out of the window. I took a step towards the glass shower door and was halted in my tracks.

  A low moan sounded in the air, and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. There was some type of print on the glass that blocked you from having a straight view. Kind of like a shower curtain, just enough to make out the silhouette. That along with the steam obscured most of my view, but there was no denying who was on the other side of the glass.

  Head tucked down with one arm braced against the wall. The water cascading frantically right above his head. His legs were spread apart, hand on his cock as he stroked it with abandon. He kept his pants and moans whisper light and had I not opened the door, I never would’ve heard. I knew this was beyond fucking creepy but fuck, I couldn’t move. Blood pumped to my own as I watched him pleasure himself.

  I let my mind wander and picture what he would look like from the other side. No glass in between him, his more grey than blue eyes piercing into mine as he touched himself for my viewing pleasure. My cock jerked, and I had to squeeze it for some relief. Then he shattered whatever little bit of self-restraint I had left when he tossed his head back and moaned low and deep, and I knew he was coming. Tank fell from his lips just as his body spasmed and my cock leaked.

  Fuck. Me. I was done.

  “Fuck.” I hissed as I had the urge to come right then and there without even having been touched like I was a kid who just found out what my cock was for.

  The shower door cracked open, and Danny peered out. I didn’t run or hide, he had a right to know what I witnessed. I held his gaze as his cheeks flushed red before silently making my way out of the bathroom. All thoughts of coffee or anything else for that matter was forgotten. The only thing I could think of was what I just saw in that fucking bathroom. I will never be able to look at the room the same ever again. That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen, and I didn’t even get the full show.

  I was leaning against the far wall across from the bathroom. For the first time in my life, I had all the patience in the world. I was going to wait right fucking here for the rest of the day if that’s how long it took for him to come out. I wasn’t going to let him run and hide or try to avoid me over this. I don’t think I could take it if he pulled his bullshit and tried to put distance between us again. Especially from embarrassment because what I just witnessed… is the last thing on the planet he should ever be embarrassed about.

  I was surprised when he emerged only five minutes later. He had his towel wrapped around his neck and just a pair of briefs. His cock was apparently still hard, and that shit turned me on even more. He wasn’t even doing anything, and he was turning me inside out. He swiped his head and looked up finally noticing me standing here. He looked startled, clearly not expecting me to be waiting for him and then that blush came back from his neck all the way to the top of his head.

  Fuck he was hot. How hadn’t I noticed this before? His hair had gotten pretty long, so I encouraged him to let Reaper give him a haircut. I told them to trim it, but the fucker didn’t want much to deal with, so he went with a buzz cut. That was a good decision looking at him now. His jet-black hair sprinkled across his head with his nicely trimmed goatee and a bit of stubble contrasting against his storm-grey eyes. His finely pink bow-shaped lips and straight nose. His cheeks no longer carrying a slightly sunken look but perfectly filled and defined by his strong features. You were beginning to see the cuts deepening to form a six pack that’s only going to get better in time and arms and shoulders that are building muscles but the strength they already hold apparent. Work of fucking art.

  I stared at him wordlessly, and he began to fidget but didn’t say anything or make an attempt to leave. He was curious.

  “Were you watching me on purpose?” he finally asked.

  I shook my head, then shrugged. “That wasn’t initially my intent, but you uh… got my attention when I walked in.”

  He huffed an
d crossed his arms. “That’s supposed to be private ya know.”

  He didn’t seem mad… more annoyed than anything. “Yes.”

  He frowned. “Then… why’d you stay and watch?” he asked.

  “Because it was fucking sexy,” I told him honestly. He was blushing again, and I just realized how fucking cute it was.

  He sighed. “Look. I get it Tank, and I appreciate it… but you don’t have to say stuff like that just to placate me.”

  I shook my head. “You’re wrong…” I took a deep breath and stood to my full height. “Look, I probably should’ve told you this from day 1. I’m bisexual Danny. I’m attracted to men too… I just happen to be mainly into women. But it would seem that I’m very much attracted to you.” I laid it all out there for him.

  He was just staring at me wide-eyed not moving. When he didn’t respond for what felt like forever, I frowned. “Danny?”

  Nothing.

  “Danny…” I tried again.

  When he still didn’t move an inch, or say anything, I became concerned. I walked over to him until I was standing right in front of him. I placed a hand gently on his shoulder and gave him a bit of a shake. “Danny?”

  His mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out. He was speechless. “Are you alright?” I asked. Shit, I think he went into shock.

  I walked to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and went back to him still in the same place staring at the space I was in when I delivered the news. I shook my head and wrapped an arm around his waist and forced him to walk along with me to the couch. I sat him down and took the seat beside him. He seemed oblivious to the fact he even moved. Fuck, not exactly the reaction I was expecting. The hell am I supposed to do with this?

  “Danny!” I snapped frustrated.

  His head swung around until he was facing me, and he blinked a few times like he was clearing his mind and seeing me again. “huh?” he asked confused.

  “I think you’re in shock, drink this,” I said holding the cup up to his lips.

  He grabbed it with slightly shaky fingers and drained the glass on autopilot. “Are you ok?” I asked as I took the empty cup from him.

  He shook his head as though to clear it. “Yea. Yea, I think so. I’m just hearing things.”

  I grinned amusedly. “What do you think you heard?” I asked.

  He blushed and looked away. I gripped his chin forcing his eyes back to me. “Go on. Tell me.” I urged.

  “I thought you said you were bisexual.” He said.

  I frowned. “Is that all you heard?” I asked.

  He nodded. “I kind of went into a fog…”

  Jesus. “I did say that. I also – “

  I was cut off guard when he hopped up from the couch eyes narrowed at me. “Are you kidding me?” he asked.

  “I – “

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked and began pacing. “I mean… I think you should’ve told me.”

  I stood up now defensive. “You were scared straight that first night thinking I was gonna do something to you and you thought I was fucking straight. I hardly thought that was the right time to say something.”

  He stopped pacing and pointed an angry finger at me. “You don’t get to choose that.”

  Duh. “Yea, I fucking do. What did it matter before anyway?! Neither of us had an interest that way before anyway… what would that have changed besides making you more uncomfortable?” I challenged.

  He opened his mouth then shut it. That’s what I fucking thought, we both knew I was right… but then, of course, the brat in him couldn’t take defeat. “you still should’ve told me.” He whined.

  I rolled my eyes and closed the space between us. “You know I’m right. But I told you now because now you need to know.”

  He visibly gulped. “Why is that?” he whispered.

  I moved in even closer. So close in fact that any movement would make us touch. “Because… I fucking want you.”

  His breathing began to stutter. “what… why?” he rambled. Clearly trying to make sense of all that I was dropping on him at once.

  “Fuck if I could tell you that right now… I’m still trying to figure this out for myself.” I answered honestly.

  “Is that why you touched me… why you watched me?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “I’m not sure. But what I just saw was the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on.”

  His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and my eyes zeroed in on the action. “Tank.” It was a needy exclamation from his lips.

  I wasn’t supposed to touch him. I was just supposed to talk to him, but my hands had a mind of their own. It was the need in his eyes, in his words… in the way he swayed towards me when I cupped the back of his neck. The way his eyes fluttered at the feel of my hand on his waist. Fuck me, I’m only human.

  I leaned forward so that our lips were not even an inch apart, and when I spoke again, my lips ghosted against his. “What do you want Danny? What do you need?” I asked.

  With more restraint than I’ve ever possessed in my life, I stayed perfectly still. He needed to make the choice. For this, I couldn’t decide for him. It was clear that his mind was made up, but he needed to get the courage to seal the deal.

  “Please.” He whimpered.

  I almost caved. My hands flexed on him, and a needy little moan escaped him. “Take what you need,” I whispered.

  I held his eyes as he watched me and very hesitantly he softly put his hand on my arm. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine, I barely felt it. We both needed more. He drew back and searched my eyes almost as if looking for approval, acceptance. His nervousness was cute, and I couldn’t help but give him a small smile. He returned it and with renewed confidence pressed his lips more firmly against mine. I let him control the kiss. He kept his lips pressed against mine, closed mouth and unmoving, almost as if figuring out what he was doing and what he wanted to do.

  When his mouth parted slightly, and his tongue pressed gently against my lips, I opened for him. When he swiped his tongue against mine, I snapped. My grip on his neck tightened and I drew him in flush against me. I bit his lip causing him to gasp and stuck my tongue in his mouth. I drew out his tongue and sucked on it, and his legs buckled. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my neck and reached down putting my hands under his thighs lifting him up. He didn’t need any prompting and tightened his hold on my neck as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I stumbled across the room until I had him pressed up against the wall. He let me guide him into the kiss, and eventually he melted. I felt his cock jumping against my abs, and I lowered him a fraction. I knew he had to be aching for release as much as I was and when I had him where I wanted him, I rubbed my cock against his. He moaned, and his head went back thumping against the wall. We could worry about a concussion later. I repeated the motion, and he writhed in my arms.

  “Danny.”

  He lifted his head and looked at me. “Take what you need,” I said my own breathing ragged. I wanted to fuck him fifty ways to Sunday, but I couldn’t rush him.

  “But… I don’t know what to do.” He said and gnawed on his lip.

  At this moment, it dawned on me. He was always used for other peoples’ pleasure in how they wanted him. He never had control, never wanting… he didn’t have any real experience I’m betting. “Do whatever feels good.” I encouraged him.

  “But – “

  “No buts. Make yourself feel good… I’ve got you.” I told him and let him see the sincerity in my eyes.

  He began to move against me. First, they were jerky unsteady movements, but as his pleasure increased he let himself go more and more. “Oh God.” He moaned.

  I grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head on the wall. “That’s it, baby, don’t stop.”

  “T – T – Tank… I need to… oh, I need…” he was stammering all over himself trying to keep a coherent thought.

  “I’m there with you. Give it to us both, you feel g
ood Danny.” I encouraged him, and he did.

  “My hands, I want to touch you.” He panted, and his rhythm increased.

  I released his hands, and he fell forward grasping onto me tight and tucked his face into my neck. “I’m coming. Oh, Tank.” His voice was muffled, but I heard him loud and clear.

  He trembled, and I felt his cock jerk against mine. My name tumbling from his lips sent me over the edge, and my own orgasm ripped from me. “Fuck Danny.” I groaned.

  I held him suspended in the air both of us gasping for breath. After a bit, I slowly let him down to his feet, and he swayed. I reached out steading him. “You alright?” I asked.

  He smiled then nodded. His eyes were hazy like he was still in orgasmic bliss. “Yea.” He replied softly.

  I looked down and saw the evidence of his release on his boxers. He looked down too, and that blush was back. He looked back at me with uncertain eyes as if he just realized what happened and wasn’t sure what to expect next. My poor scared boy. He was so fucking scarred and yet so fucking perfect. I leaned down and took his lips in a slow deep kiss to let him know it was going to be okay, and I still want him. When I released him, he still seemed a bit hazy but more comfortable. I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone rang breaking through the cloud of lust that consumed us.

  “Shit.” I dug my phone out of my pocket and saw Prez. “Yo,” I answered not letting go of Danny. He still needed reassurance.

  “Church, now.” He ordered.

  “Copy. I’m getting ready now. Give me like 45.” I told him.

  I could practically hear his frown. “45 minutes for fucking what?” he barked at me.

  I rolled my eyes. “I have to drop Danny off.”

  He was silent for a few seconds apparently trying to read more into it. We’ll have fun dude, cause that’s the truth. We already had enough… excitement I think for this morning. At least, enough not to send Danny into overload.

  “Hurry up.” He finally ordered and hung up.