by Jet Mykles
“Oh man.” Cash lifted a hand to wipe at his face.
Danny crawled up until his nose was above Cash’s. He was careful not to touch anywhere, but he wanted Cash to feel his heat. He also wanted to kiss while Cash’s taste was still in his mouth. The taste was slow to dawn on Cash, but Danny knew when it hit him, felt the hitch in his breathing. “Want more?”
“Uh…”
He’d suspected there would be no answer, and he was right. Cash had quite a bit to deal with at the moment, and a gentleman would back off and let him do so. Even if said gentleman really wanted to take advantage of the warm body beneath him.
“Tell you what.” He took another brief kiss. “Why don’t you go take a shower?” Another kiss. “I’ll stay here.” Another. “When you get out, you can come back in here, and we can do more.” This time he kissed longer, used tongue, hoping to make Cash want that more. When he pulled back, he did so completely, drawing up his knees and inching away from Cash’s body. “Or you can go to your room and go to bed. I promise to leave you unmolested.”
Cash frowned at the shadowed ceiling for a moment. He licked his lower lip. Bit it. Thinking. “Okay.” Then he was getting up. He didn’t glance back as he left the room, unaware or uncaring that the sight of his trim, pale ass made Danny’s cock throb. Danny stared after him until he was gone, kept staring at the hallway wall as the light from the bathroom lit it. Then the bathroom door took the light away.
Groaning, Danny fell face-first into his sheets and took a good, long smell of Cash’s lingering scent. He really hoped Cash came back, because it was going to kill him to stay in his room alone tonight.
Danny heard the shower come on and let out a tortured, pathetic laugh, thinking of all that naked skin being washed. Skin he’d just tasted. Skin with little bitty freckles that he’d never noticed until he was real close. He grabbed at his crotch to keep himself from vaulting from the bed to join Cash. Patience. Must. Have. Patience.
“Screw it.” Muttering to himself, he spun over onto his back, threw the blanket toward the foot of the bed, and twisted to reach the drawer of his rickety nightstand. Seconds later, the lube was on his hand, and his pants and briefs were shoved down his thighs so he could jerk himself off. It didn’t take long at all. Just hearing the shower had him going, knowing the water was sliding over every inch of Cash’s body.
“Fuck,” he told the ceiling after he was done. The edge was gone, but the urge remained. He knew from experience it wouldn’t take him long at all to get hard again. Plus, the sound of the water was driving him out of his mind. “Fuck,” he repeated for good measure. In an effort to calm down, he shucked the pants and briefs and took them to the laundry pile in the corner. He found his towel from the morning’s shower and used it to wipe spunk from his fingers and belly, then tossed the towel back in the pile. He pulled off his sweater and left it, as well. The radiator hadn’t removed all the chill from the air, but his blood was pumping so hard, he could have gone running naked in the streets. Okay, maybe not. Amused by his thoughts, he crawled back into bed, flopped onto his back, and waited.
Eventually, the water turned off. Danny was still enough that he could hear Cash moving around in the bathroom—the shower curtain swishing open, a slight ring of the towel rod as Cash pulled his towel off it. Mostly silence while Cash must have been drying his skin. Danny got lost in thought for a few moments there, but his attention zeroed back in when the door clicked open.
He held his breath.
The bathroom light clicked off. Soft footfalls on the worn hallway carpet. They stopped. Danny’s door was closer to the living room than the bathroom, so Cash could just slip into his own room without Danny seeing him. Danny heard the slight creak of Cash’s door, and his heart fell.
Damn.
Except…no click of the door closing. Then there was a faint, exasperated sigh and a soft thump. Those sounds propelled Danny to his feet as he pulled the top blanket from the bed to wrap around his waist.
He stuck his head out in the hall and saw Cash standing at his door, hand on the knob, forehead against the door frame. A big blue towel covered him from waist almost to knees, but everything else was gloriously bare and damp. Pale, precious skin with the sparse body hair of a young man. It was obvious by the lack of muscle tone that he didn’t work out, but he was naturally slim, with an almost delicate build that wasn’t obvious when he had clothes on. Wet hair was mostly slicked back from his face, but the stubborn locks were escaping forward as they dried. An intrepid curl was wound tightly around Cash’s ear, spilling droplets down the column of his neck. Cash stayed facing his bedroom, but Danny saw eyes roll his way.
“Can’t decide?” Danny asked, putting on a smile. Whether this went any further or not, Danny cherished the adorable vulnerability Cash showed, suspecting he was one of very few who had ever seen it.
“No.”
Danny secured the blanket with a tuck, braced both hands on his door frame, and leaned a little farther into the hallway, just enough so Cash could see his bare shoulders. Maybe that would be intriguing. Maybe it would scare him off. Danny really couldn’t tell, but he took hope that Cash still wasn’t moving in the direction he faced. “Anything I can do to help?”
That made Cash laugh. It was brief and a little harsh, but it was a laugh. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re standing in the hallway.”
“Thanks. Figured out that much.” His hand gripped the doorknob harder, but he twisted his neck to look at Danny. Dark eyes scanned Danny’s shoulders and chest, then focused on his face. “I shouldn’t do this.”
Danny took a chance and stepped forward. He watched Cash’s eyes widen slightly as he clearly expected Danny to be naked. When he saw the blanket, there was a flash of something Danny could only hope was disappointment before Cash schooled his expression. Danny leaned against one side of the doorway and tucked his arms behind his back. The blanket splayed about his legs like a heavy skirt. “Why not?”
“I’m not gay.”
Danny waited, one eyebrow raised.
Cash sighed. “Okay, I didn’t think I was gay.”
“It’s not so bad. I kind of like it.”
“I’ve never thought of myself as gay.”
“It’s not like you’re out with girls all the time.”
Cash drew his head back an inch so he could thump his forehead on the door frame again. A drop of water shook free of the curl around his ear and plopped onto his shoulder. “I know.”
“Ever think that may be why you’re not?”
Clearly, Cash had not considered the situation in light of his being gay—his eyes went round, and his jaw fell. He thought about that a moment, then frowned. “I just thought it was because they never gave me the time of day.”
Danny had to laugh. “That can’t be it. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Cash drew his head back again, but this time he turned it to look at Danny, lips parted in surprise. “You really think that?”
“Absolutely.”
Slowly, the hand gripping the doorknob released it and dropped down to the tuck that kept the towel around Cash’s waist. Holding the towel, he faced Danny. The light from the living room showed him fully, and Danny dug his fingers into the wood that braced his back rather than reach for Cash.
“And you really want me?” He clearly didn’t believe it.
So Danny let every bit of his desire show—on his face. He didn’t think it prudent to drop the blanket just yet. “So very much.” He enjoyed the flush that crept up Cash’s neck. “But you have to want it too.” Please want it too.
Cash’s gaze landed somewhere in the middle of Danny’s chest. He bit the inside of his lip, then nodded. “Okay.”
Danny was shocked that his heart didn’t thump its way out of his chest. There was too much blanket to show it, but just this conversation had him hard again. He’d never been one to want to turn a straight guy, but Cash was an entirely different game altogether. Da
nny grinned and pushed from the doorway but remained with one foot in his bedroom. “Okay.” He retreated a step into the dark of his room and held out a hand. “Come here.”
Cash stared at his hand.
Danny wiggled his fingers. “I won’t be accused of taking advantage.” He said it with a smile and a laugh as he took another step back and out of Cash’s sight. “You have to come in here on your own.”
“You’re nuts. You know that?”
He laughed as he rounded to the far side of his bed. Cash appeared in the doorway just as Danny was kneeling on the mattress. He held out a hand. “Come here, sweetheart.”
To his utter delight, Cash headed for him. But he was scowling. “Don’t call me sweetheart.”
Danny crawled to the center of the mattress and took the hand that Cash let him have. “No? Too girly?”
Drawn down to sit, Cash maintained a death grip on his towel. “Yeah.”
Danny leaned in but avoided the lips that Cash parted for him. He took advantage of Cash’s uptilted chin to nip at said chin, then nibble along his jaw toward his ear. “What should I call you?”
“I don’t know.”
Danny nudged, and Cash easily sank to his back on the mattress, his wet curls on Danny’s pillow. Danny nipped his earlobe. “Pumpkin’s probably out?”
“Pumpkin?”
“Mmm.” Danny sucked softly at Cash’s pulse. “Then you probably won’t go for teddy bear.” He ran his palm up Cash’s practically hairless chest. “Bear doesn’t suit you anyway.”
“Huh?”
Danny chuckled as he kissed his way down Cash’s neck. “Never mind.” He readjusted so he was lying on his side, pressed up against Cash. There was probably still too much blanket for Cash to realize the effect he had on Danny. “Stud muffin?”
Cash growled and punched Danny’s shoulder. Not hard but enough to get his meaning across. “Now you’re just playing with me.”
“Oh yes.” Danny bit at the big muscle down the side of Cash’s throat. “Playing’s a big part of sex.”
Cash shuddered. “It is?”
Danny lapped at the place he’d bitten, the pushed up on his elbow so he could see Cash’s face. He smiled. “It is when I’m involved.”
It might have been that he couldn’t have spoken better words in that moment. He watched most of Cash’s fear and reluctance drain away, replaced by a tolerant, goofy grin. It was a look Danny promised himself he would provoke often in the future. “You really are a nut job.”
“Mmm.” He swooped in to take Cash’s mouth with his. While he had Cash distracted, he slid his palm down Cash’s belly and under the towel. Cash yipped when Danny cupped his balls and gently squeezed. “I like nuts.”
Cash laughed, then groaned into Danny’s mouth as they kissed again. As Danny played with his balls, Cash finally grabbed hold of Danny to pull him close. One hand gripped the meat of Danny’s shoulder while the other snaked under to wrap around Danny’s chest. Cash rolled toward him so he was almost on his side. Danny had to wonder if he even realized the towel was now gaping open and pretty much fell away when he bent his knee up. No, Cash was more focused on tongue play and learning how to kiss. Although Danny was willing to let him explore, he was dying to suck on the tasty treats he kept rolling in his palm. But as the kiss continued, he abandoned Cash’s balls to fist his shaft.
“Oh God. Fuck, that’s… God.” Cash’s head fell back on the pillows, eyes mostly closed, eyeballs rolled up into his head.
Danny watched shadows play over his expression. “Want me to suck you off again?”
“Oh God. Please.”
Humming, Danny scooted down and sucked Cash in as far as he could. Cash was hard enough that it didn’t all fit, but Danny made the most of his fist at the base of the shaft and covered the whole thing. Cash shouted and grabbed at his shoulders and neck. This time, Danny throttled the base of his cock and pulled his lips back to the very tip, more intent on pleasure than release. He worked Cash’s cock with one hand and his mouth, keeping him on edge. With his free hand, he discreetly searched the mess of sheets until he found the bottle of lube he’d abandoned. Expertly, he opened it and squeezed some into his palm, then worked the liquid up to his fingers, getting them good and slippery. He sucked Cash deep again just as he drew wet fingers over that sensitive skin behind his balls. Soft, teasing touches that Cash might not even feel. Gentle exploration farther back, slipping and probing until one fingertip found the puckered opening he sought. He rubbed. Cash stilled—but didn’t tell him to stop. As he sucked, Danny rubbed Cash’s anus, spreading lube around the tight muscle and the protective cheeks around it.
When Danny worked one finger in up to the knuckle, Cash’s whole body tensed. Danny paused, ran the tip of his tongue over the head of Cash’s cock, and watched Cash stare at the ceiling. “I can stop,” he offered, letting his breath caress Cash’s sensitive skin. “But I swear I can make it feel good.”
Cash swallowed. “Will it hurt?”
“It might. Some.” A lot. Damn. This was the worst part. He couldn’t be sure if Cash was one of those guys who’d love it or hate it. But enough finger play would give him a damn good idea. So he pressed his finger in a little more and curled it a bit. “But it can feel amazing.”
Another swallow. Danny watched the shadow of his Adam’s apple. Then a precious nod. “Okay.”
Danny kissed the tip of Cash’s cock. Sucked it. Worked his tongue and lips down the shaft as he gradually pushed his entire finger into Cash’s incredible warmth. He focused all his attention on his lover, unable to spare himself the briefest thought or he’d instantly blow. He pulled the finger out and pushed it back in. Again. Again. Heartened when Cash sighed and his hips pushed down on Danny’s finger. Promising. Enough that Danny gathered more lube, then pushed two fingers in. Cash only told him to wait once, breathed through it, then used his hips to show Danny he was ready for more. Danny groaned and pressed his forehead to Cash’s belly, nearly overcome with the need to get up on his knees and fuck Cash blind. Patience. If only that were one of his strong suits. But he thought he was doing just fine, considering. He managed three fingers and found the right angle to hit the magic spot for Cash. He knew it when Cash tensed and hissed. “Fuck.” Smiling, Danny rubbed again and was rewarded with a full-body shudder. There were some men who were just made to be fucked, and Danny strongly suspected from that reaction Cash was one of them. Lucky me. He worked his fingers, and Cash rolled with him, breathing loud. Danny pumped a little faster, a little harder, and Cash groaned, thumping the mattress with his heel. He sucked Cash’s cock and worked his ass until he knew Cash was right on the brink.
Then he stopped, popping his mouth off Cash’s cock and pulling his fingers out.
“Hey, what?”
Danny reared up on his knees and lunged for the nightstand. His cock was up and eager and there for Cash to see, and he let Cash get an eyeful as he retrieved a condom. When he was back to kneeling between Cash’s legs, Cash was still staring at his cock.
Danny ripped the condom open. “It’ll fit.”
“You sure?”
He started rolling on the prelubed prophylactic. “Positive. The fingers felt good, didn’t they?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s bigger’n your fingers.”
Danny fell forward so he could press his lips to Cash’s. He’d meant it to be a quick, comforting kiss, but it turned into a drawn-out duel of tongues. When he pulled back, Cash had that slightly dazed look again. “Trust me,” he murmured over Cash’s lips before pushing back onto his knees.
Cash watched, arms outspread, fingers gripping the sheets, as Danny grabbed under one knee to push it back. The weird lighting threw awkward shadows that didn’t allow him to actually see Cash’s entrance, but experience helped him out. With one hand around his own shaft, he prodded a little. Cash shut his eyes and bit his lip. Danny found his place and nudged. Cash drew in a breath and closed his eyes.
“Relax for me, honey bu
nny,” Danny murmured, leaning into Cash’s bent leg.
Eyes opened again. “Honey… Ah!” Mouth open and eyes still wide but unfocused. “…Bunny?”
The head of Danny’s dick was inside, and the pressure was glorious. “Mmm, my own honey bunny.”
“Uh!” Cash twisted his hips a little, and Danny sank in deeper. They both gasped. “No—urgh—honey bunny.”
“Kitten?” A little more.
“No.”
Danny pulled out some, then pressed in farther. His brain was scrambled, so he could barely keep up the teasing. “Snuggle umpkins?”
“No.”
“Pookie?”
“What the fu…uack!” Cash yanked at the sheets to either side of him when Danny rocked and evidently hit a good spot. “Oh shit!” Although Cash’s face was screwed into a frown, Danny knew that tone, and there was nothing of pain about it. Or, if there was, it was woven into intense pleasure.
All the way in now, Danny struggled to think. He wrapped his hand around Cash’s cock and his arm around Cash’s thigh and tried to keep going slow. But it was torture. Everything about the way Cash’s body gripped him just made him want to thrust like a madman. “Cash, baby, you feel amazing.”
Strong fingers reached down to dig into Danny’s flank. “Move.” Breathless. Cash’s face, neck, and chest were mottled red, and damp hair was plastered to his forehead and cheeks. “For fuck’s sake, move!”
Danny pulled out and shoved back in, and the extended groan that drew out of Cash’s throat was agonizing torture. Danny would do absolutely anything to produce that sound again. So he tried, with another thrust. No second moan, but the constriction on his cock made up for that.
“Yeah. Oh God yeah.”
Danny started a rhythm. Cash produced another groan, twisting to his side to grab a pillow. It realigned their hips, shifted Cash’s leg from one of Danny’s shoulders to the other, and completely changed the angle of Danny’s cock in Cash’s ass. Clearly a position that Cash favored, if his clawing at the bedclothes was any indication. Danny had never seen a virgin react like this, and it was novel enough to distract him from his own orgasm. Somehow, Cash got himself turned all the way around so Danny was straddling one of his legs and Cash was on his side, leaning toward being on his belly. Without the leg to lean on, Danny fell forward, bracing on the bed.