Indigo Knights: The Boxed Set

by Jet Mykles

  He glanced up at Danny. Paused. Small smile. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “How was the show?”

  “It. Was. Awesome.” Danny had wanted to play it cool, but he was still riding the high of performing. Yes, there had been a bunch of mistakes, but he was pretty sure the audience hadn’t been able to tell. The mildly interested, moderate crowd had picked up through the show, and by the end had really been into the music. A handful of girls had taken up residence at the edge of the stage halfway through the show, and it had taken Danny almost an hour to get away from them after the last set.

  Cash gave him a real smile. “That’s terrific.”

  Danny pushed from the door frame. “You should come see us. Tomorrow.”

  A small frown curled down the corners of Cash’s mouth as he watched Danny approach. “Me?”

  “Yes, you. I…” As Danny rounded the edge of the desk, his jaw dropped, and his train of though derailed completely when he saw what was on Cash’s monitor. He rushed closer to Cash’s side, just to make sure he saw what he thought he saw. “Is that porn?”

  Obviously it was. The paused full-screen video showed a slim young man bent double in the middle of a bed, with a slightly bigger, slightly beefier guy pounding into him from behind.

  “Yeah.” Unashamed, Cash clicked his mouse once to take the full-screen video down to a window. Doing so revealed at least three other windows on the wide expanse of monitor space, each with a paused video of one naked man doing something sexual to another naked man.

  Danny had to laugh, delighted. “Doing research?”

  Now Cash flushed a little. “Kinda.”

  “Oh wow, you’re just awesome.” Danny sidled in behind him, leaning over the back of his chair to nuzzle the side of his neck. “I’m happy to do or try anything you want to know.”

  “Um, yeah. I kind of figured that.”

  Again Danny had to laugh at Cash’s candor. He heard the warm humor underlining his tone, telling Danny he was laughing at himself too.

  Cash tipped his head to give Danny better access to his neck. “I just got curious.”

  Danny slid his hands down Cash’s shoulders and around to his chest, hugging him from behind. “Did you find anything interesting?”

  “A lot. I didn’t know a guy could do some of this stuff with another guy.”

  Danny bit his earlobe. “We need to get you a gay Kama Sutra.”

  Cash clicked and moved some screens before them. “Already found one. A few, actually.”

  Even Danny was impressed with a couple of the things Cash showed him. “Well, hell,” he remarked once, leaning over Cash’s shoulder to get a better look at one image. “I’ve never even tried that.”

  “Good.” Cash clicked the window closed.

  Danny chuckled. “Not interested?”

  “No.”

  He rubbed a palm over one of Cash’s nipples, glad to find it perky. “What are you interested in?”

  He was a little surprised and a lot turned on when Cash clicked through to find a window he’d obviously saved. The result wasn’t a video but a photo. One guy lay on his back with one knee raised. The other lay behind and partly under him, cock sunk deep in his ass. Danny had enjoyed the position many times, from both sides.

  “What about this?”

  “Oh man.” Danny rested his head against Cash’s, closing his eyes to take a moment for composure. “You’re too good to be true.”

  Cash placed his left hand over the one Danny had spread on his chest. “Does that mean yes?”

  He yelped when Danny pulled, yanking him from the chair. Their chests crashed together, and Cash grabbed on to Danny for balance while Danny reached up to pluck his glasses off. “C’mon.” Danny hauled him from the room by his hand, leaving the glasses on the desk behind them. Cash was laughing by the time Danny pushed him down onto the mattress in his room. “Get your clothes off,” Danny ordered, laughing along with him.

  Cash complied and was naked by the time Danny had rid himself of his own clothing and joined him. He crawled over Cash and dropped on top of him, pinning him as Danny wrapped his arms around this precious treasure. He locked his mouth on Cash’s and kissed him until they had to come up for air.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking turned on I am that you were surfing porn?”

  With palms spread flat on Danny’s back, Cash rolled his hips so their cocks rubbed together. “Yeah. I got a hint.”

  Danny reached down to palm Cash’s shaft while he sucked at the bend of his jaw. “I guess you decided gay sex is okay?”

  Cash groaned, arching closer. “Yeah. It’s pretty good.”

  Enough talking. Danny bit into Cash’s neck and pumped his cock, completely forgetting anything for a moment except the need to fill Cash with what he felt.

  “Danny.” Hearing his name on Cash’s moan didn’t help matters. “Danny, wait.” Cash managed to grab his hand and roll close enough to trap Danny’s hand between them.

  Eager, Danny found Cash’s mouth with his, willing to be trapped as long as he was pressed into Cash’s warmth.

  “Danny.” Cash managed to be heard around Danny’s tongue. “The position.”

  Oh shit, he was serious. Danny drew in a breath and held it. “Right.” He gave Cash’s cock one last, loving squeeze, then managed to pull away.

  He was glad to see Cash was breathing hard too. He turned on the lamp to search for the lube and left it on. Because one good thing about the position Cash had chosen: Danny would be able to see all of him, and he intended to do just that. On his knees, he grabbed a condom and went ahead and put it on, not sure how long he was going to last. He hadn’t felt this desperate, this needy, in a long time. The small, rational portion of his mind explained that he’d never been with anyone so innocently open and naively sexy as Cash before.

  Cash watched him, lying there with one bent knee on the sheets and the other in the air. He reached down to clutch the base of his cock, no doubt trying to stop from coming.

  “This might be easier if I make you come first,” Danny suggested as he popped the top on the lube.

  Cash shook his head. “I wanna see if I’ll come with you inside me.”

  “Fuck.” Danny’s chin sank to his chest, and he heaved in a breath, forced to clench everything to keep from coming on the spot.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Sure. You’re killing me, is all.”

  “Oh.” Slowly his fist drew up his cock until he was thumbing the tip. “Fuck me first.”

  Danny groaned and sucked in a few more breaths. “Right.” He poured some lube on his fingers, then reached for Cash’s knee to lift it higher.

  “You need to lie down.”

  “I know. I will.” Danny’s wet fingers probed between Cash’s ass cheeks to find his hole. “But it’s easier to get you wet this way.”

  “O-oh!”

  It strained Danny’s control just watching Cash react. First surprise, then a gorgeous, seething melt into pleasure. “You like this.”

  Cash shut his eyes, bit the inside of his lip, and nodded.

  Danny pressed in with two fingers. “You’re fucking amazing.”

  Cash opened his eyes halfway and swallowed. Then Danny must have hit a good spot, because his eyelids fluttered, and he arched. “You need…you need to fuck me now.”

  Shitshitshit. Danny was almost positive he was going to embarrass himself by coming too soon. Using every mental trick he knew, he pulled his fingers from Cash, applied a little more lube to his palm to spread over the condom, and slid down to his side next to Cash. “Lift up,” he murmured, then sidled up under Cash. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip where he thought it needed to be. Cash caught on and started to roll his hips, guiding Danny into place. Danny’s breath caught when the tip of him pushed past resistance. Cash groaned and pushed back, slowly impaling himself while all Danny could do was hold steady. As a result, when Cash’s buttocks finally rested against Danny’s hips, it was m
ostly of his own volition.

  Danny wrapped his arms around Cash’s waist, keeping him on his side for a moment so they could press together. He laid a kiss on the top of Cash’s shoulder, then worked his way toward Cash’s neck as he rocked his hips to move his cock.

  “Fuck.” Cash fisted the rumpled sheets in front of him. He drew his knee up and pushed his hips back, working with Danny for friction.

  They rolled together for long, slow minutes. Really, they barely moved, but so much skin rubbed against skin that Danny felt every centimeter was alive. It was Cash who moved, adjusting until he was on his back. Danny hooked his arm under Cash’s knee, holding Cash open for languid thrusting. Cash reached out and drew Danny down for a kiss. They played tongue games while Danny did everything he could manage to shove inside Cash’s body. They came up for air, and Danny glanced down and got caught on watching Cash stroke his own cock. It was probably that which changed the rhythm of things. Cash started rocking faster. Desperate grunts and pleas bled from his throat. On their own, Danny’s hips matched Cash’s speed, then mastered and overcame it. He couldn’t hold back, not if he tried. Watching Cash writhe and flush, listening to his unconscious pleas, was just too much.

  “Cash.” He had to lean back a little to get a better angle. “Fuck, Cash, I’m gonna…”

  “Yeah.” Cash’s hand sped up and down his cock, off the rhythm of his own hips, a sure sign he was already gone. “Yeah!” Instantly, cum spurted from his dick, coating his hand, squirting over his chest.

  “Fuck.” Unable to help himself, Danny shoved Cash around, pushing him onto his side, nearly on his belly. It gave him a better angle to thrust, to push, to cry out and arch back as a nuclear explosion shattered his spine and filled his veins with liquid lava.

  He sank against Cash’s back, trying to regain his breath. “You okay?”

  Underneath him, Cash’s chest heaved with his own struggles. “Oh yeah.”

  Danny smiled, hearing the grin in Cash’s voice. He nuzzled the back of Cash’s neck. “Sleep here tonight.”

  “Mmph.” Cash turned so his cheek rested on the pillow and heavy, sweat-damp hair covered most of his face. But not his mouth, that beautiful mouth, nor the smile that curled it. “Can’t move anyway.”

  Danny wished he could just lie there, but he hated sleeping in a condom. Never ended well. Carefully, he pulled out of Cash’s body, moaning with his lover at the delicious feel. He couldn’t resist a good squeeze for both cheeks of Cash’s ass, watching the hole between them glisten with lube. It was enough to make him want to push back inside, but his dick wasn’t up for it. With a sigh, he forced himself off the mattress and to his feet. “You need a towel?”

  No answer.

  “Cash?”

  He peeked, and what he saw of Cash’s profile convinced him Cash was already asleep, his swollen lips parted for air. Too. Fucking. Beautiful. There was that expansive feeling around his heart again. This time Danny was too aware to just ignore it. He mulled it over as he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and towel off. Usually after sex, he felt happy and sated, but never this level of satisfaction. Never this feeling that magic had just happened. He’d only been close to this twice before, the twice when he’d been convinced he was in love. Hadn’t turned out to be true either time, but he’d believed it for a while. Fuck. He avoided his own eyes in the bathroom mirror, then returned to the bedroom, turned off the light, and sat looking at Cash’s bare back in the dark. Enough light spilled through the blinds so he could see pretty well. He monitored himself and was dismayed to find the urge to touch Cash was nearly overwhelming. He needed to be close. He settled down and draped himself half over Cash’s back, his head pillowed on the other man’s shoulder. This felt good. Right.

  Don’t do it. Don’t fall in love. This is not the time for it. It’s too early anyway. You’re just stoked because you had to wait for Cash so long.

  He drifted to sleep trying to convince himself.

  Chapter Nine

  “What are you doing tonight?”

  Big eyes blinked at him behind glasses. “Why?”

  Elbows on the counter, Danny laced his fingers over his bowl of cereal and grinned at Cash. Danny sat and Cash stood, facing each other on either side of the counter, having breakfast. Before they’d started having sex a week ago, they rarely ate together, but now it had become something of a morning ritual because, other than very late at night, it was the only time they really got to spend together. “Want me to put you on the list for tonight?”

  “What list?”

  “My show? The club?” Danny laughed.

  “Oh.”

  “You want to come? I’ll put you on the list.” Danny had found perseverance and repetition often worked well when communicating with Cash.

  “I dunno.”

  “You don’t have to come,” Danny said, intentionally averting his eyes. “But I’d like it if you did.”

  “I… But…” Cash cleared his throat, but all Danny could see from this angle was that his spoon hadn’t moved from its place atop soggy flakes. “I’ve never been to a club before.”

  Didn’t think so. Encouraged, Danny lifted a grin. “Never? It’s nothing to worry about. It’s not all that crowded. It’s more of a dive bar than a club, really. The stage is about as big as this kitchen.”

  “That small? Really?”

  “Yeah. Imagine trying to get around Noble’s drums.”

  That made Cash chuckle, but he quickly sobered, concern drawing his brows together. “Still, I don’t know…”

  “Tell you what—I’ll put you on the list for two. You can bring one of your friends.” He doubted it was a favorite scene for Cash’s friends, but maybe they’d like it. Danny reached across the counter and laid his hand on top of Cash’s. He waited for those beautiful brown eyes to focus on him from under Cash’s unruly fall of brown-blond hair. “Hey. Try? For me?” He reached up to brush aside some of that fringe of hair, smiling. “I think I can count on one hand the times we’ve even spent together outside this apartment.”

  Cash blinked. Again. And a third time, accompanied by a mild frown. “O-kay.” Clearly reluctant, but it was a start.

  * * * *

  Leaning against the edge of the booth seat, Danny searched the sparse crowd spread mostly between the bar and dance areas. Rabin and Lance sat at the table just behind him, enjoying drinks and fries in between sets while Gordon and Noble worked the bar, but Danny was too anxious to eat and too distracted to schmooze. Tonight’s first set had gone all right. Not as good as the two last night, but not horrible. No one off the stage even knew he’d dropped an entire chorus of one song. He was sure the second set would go much better. But what had him anxious was that Cash wasn’t there. Okay, he’d known there was a good chance Cash wouldn’t come, given his reaction that morning. But Danny had held on to hope, wishing Cash would bite the bullet and emerge from his shell. Tonight was a perfect night, too. Everyone was pretty subdued, and the drunk girls were at a minimum. Danny had thought the personal request would make a difference. Evidently Cash had not felt the same.

  Fuck.

  Danny became aware of someone beside him. A brief glance showed Rabin now standing at his side, dressed in jeans, white T-shirt, and faded, ripped jeans from the show. A typical uniform for a rock guitarist. His chestnut hair was spiked, and kohl liner made his gorgeous eyes stand out. He shoved a fry into his mouth as he considered Danny. “He’s a no-show?”

  “Looks like it.” Danny shook his head and tried to look like he didn’t care. He wore a sweatshirt now since he’d had to take off his T-shirt because of sweat. He’d change into his spare shirt before the next set. Dark jeans were snug on his legs, and his old boots looked great poking out of them. He’d left his hair loose around his shoulders and knew both it and his makeup needed some attention before he went back onstage.

  “Sorry, man.” Rabin clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t take it personal. You knew he probably wouldn’t
come.”

  “Yeah, that’s not it.” Danny reached back to retrieve his drink from the table behind him. “I was just…” He stared blankly at the opposite wall.

  “Just…?”

  “I don’t know.” He shook his head and gulped half his scotch and Seven.

  Pause. Then a slight grunt. “Wow.” Rabin tilted his head to give Danny a look, surprise evident on his face. He pointed at Danny around the glass he held in his hand. “You’re all bent out of shape.”

  “I’m not.” Thing is, he was. That might have pissed him off even more. He’d really wanted Cash to show.

  Rabin chuckled. “Okay, you’re not.” His tone belied that statement. He sipped from his drink. “So, you two dating now?”

  Danny stared at the darkened stage. Noble’s new dark blue drum set gleamed in the house lights. The microphone stand looked so lonely up there. What he needed was to get back onstage. Yes, he’d feel better then. Onstage, for people who wanted to listen to his music. Listen to his band. Watch him perform. Make him feel special even if they weren’t screaming his name…

  “Danny?”

  He snapped his gaze away from the stage and back to the current problem. “What?”

  “You two dating now?” Rabin repeated patiently, amusement showing only in his eyes.

  “I don’t know.” He frowned. “No.”

  “So it’s just sex.” A statement, not a question.

  Danny paused. “No.” No sense pretending. Either Rabin or Noble would get it out of him. He could feel Rabin staring at his profile. Leaning back against the edge of the booth, Danny pinched his bottom lip between thumb and forefinger, his focus on the scuffed floor beneath his boots. “Fuck, I don’t know.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah.”

  Rabin propped himself against the wall right beside Danny, clinking the ice that was all that was left in his glass. “You falling in love?”