Blaze

by Christa Tomlinson

  Danny slowly lifted his lashes. “I like kissing you too.”

  Jordan smiled at the sweet expression on his lover’s face. “I don’t want to interrupt your work day too much.” He waved toward the work station he’d set up for him. A bottle of cold water sat on a coaster and he’d plugged in a small table lamp in case Danny needed focused light.

  “Thank you,” Danny said. He slung his bag off his shoulder and started unpacking.

  Jordan returned to his desk and sat down to complete his tasks for JW Autobody. Over the next hour, he worked but took frequent breaks to watch Danny. The sun hit him just right, creating a golden aura around him, convincing Jordan even more that this man was an angel. His angel.

  As he watched him, head bent over his tablet, sunlight gleaming on his dark hair and turning his skin to burnished mahogany, his chest warmed, as if he had that light within him. He hadn’t felt this way in so long that at first, he didn’t recognize the feeling. When he realized that the warmth within him was happiness, he wanted to push it away out of guilt and fear. But he couldn’t do it. Pushing way anything related to Danny was impossible. And so, Jordan sat there, letting it sink in that for the first time in years, he was well and truly happy.

  ***

  Danny drew, peripherally aware that Jordan sat at the desk across from him. It was nice to have company. And Jordan’s presence was so peaceful that it wasn’t at all distracting to have someone else in the room with him as he worked. After he’d been there for about an hour, he reached a good stopping point and took a break to check his notifications. On Twitter, he had a direct message from the Ignite stan.

  Danny groaned under his breath. “Brace yourself. The complaints are coming.” He tapped the little envelope to see what he had to say.

  Hi, Danny. I wanted to ask when you’ll be drawing Ignite again? He’s really popular and probably where you get most of your fanbase. I know he’s why I follow you. You really should draw more Ignite. I checked your stats and you get the most hits on most of his art — even more than Helios.

  Danny stared down at the message in amazement, completely stunned that this guy had gone over his social media to see which art of his was the most popular. Since they didn’t have access to his accounts to read his stats, they would have had to go through and manually look at the number of favorites and shares on who knows how many posts in order to get that information. Danny realized that it was long past time to let this fan know that they were out of line. He started typing a response.

  Hey Charles! You are the bomb for giving me all these kudos on my Ignite art. I will have more Ignite in the future but unless it’s for a paid commission it will be whenever the mood strikes me to draw him. I love drawing all the superheroes! But most importantly I draw what inspires me. Thanks for reaching out and I hope you’ll understand.

  Danny read it over a few times, decided it was a good mix of appreciative and check yo self, and hit send. He wished for a second he could close his DMs except to mutuals but he needed them open for business. He never knew when someone would reach out to him for commissioned work, an invitation to show his art somewhere, or to request an interview.

  “Are you ready for lunch?”

  Danny looked up at Jordan’s question. He put his phone down, forgetting about the Ignite stan for now. “Yeah. I could eat.”

  “Good. I’ve got one more phone call to make before we order. But why don’t you come here first?”

  Danny looked at Jordan, who watched him in turn with a wicked curl to his lips, and a sensual gleam in his eyes. Curious, Danny left his makeshift workstation and went over to Jordan’s desk. Jordan pulled him around to stand in between his legs.

  “We’re going to work on your orgasm control while I make this next call.”

  “Is that something I need to work on?”

  “Mmmm... absolutely. I want you to be able to hold your release until I give you permission to come.”

  Jordan’s words set off a light tingle of desire low in Danny’s belly. If his Dom wanted him to learn to control his orgasm, he was ready to be the star pupil. “Okay.”

  “Take off your clothes. I want you naked.”

  Danny started to tug his shirt over his head. Then he hesitated, looking back over his shoulder at the big wall of glass. “You’re sure people can’t see in the window?”

  “One hundred percent sure.”

  Danny relaxed. He’d gladly get it on with Jordan in the middle of the workday in his office. But public sex wasn’t one of his kinks. He undressed, tossing his clothes aside because Jordan had told him once that he cared more about getting him naked than he did about neatness. When he was nude, Jordan ran both hands over his body, that hungry fire once again burning in his eyes.

  “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

  A happy flush spread across Danny’s chest and up to warm his face at the compliment. “Thank you.”

  “Come here.”

  Jordan turned him around and pulled him down onto his lap. Danny went willingly. Once he was settled, Jordan gave him instructions.

  “You are not to make a single sound during this call. Don’t speak. Control any noises of pleasure. Complete silence. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Jordan pinched his nipple.

  Oops. Danny amended his answer, nodding instead.

  “Good boy. And remember you’re not to come. If you think you’re too close and can’t take any more stimulation, tap me twice on the arm and I’ll back off. This is a learning experience and I don’t want you to fail. Understand?”

  Once Danny nodded in acknowledgement, Jordan wrapped an arm around his waist, and leaned forward to put the desk phone on speaker. He hit the fourth speed dial button. The phone rang a few times before a man with a thick Minnesota accent answered.

  “This is Bob.”

  Bob? Really? Danny rolled his eyes, thinking that Jordan had been kidding and wasn’t really going to sexually tease him while he spoke on the phone. But as the two men greeted each other, the conversation seemed real enough. And so was the hand that slid between Danny’s legs. Jordan cupped his balls, holding them in his big warm hand. He gently rolled them while teasing the base of his shaft with little sweeps of his thumb.

  The conversation moved to new inventory and Jordan’s hand moved to lazily pumping Danny’s cock. He squirmed but he could handle it. Or at least, he thought he could. Until Bob went on a long-winded ramble, and Jordan took the opportunity to bite his earlobe. At the same time, he squeezed his nipple.

  Danny just managed to close his mouth on a loud gasp at Jordan’s double hit of pleasure-pain. The sharp bite of teeth left his earlobe when Bob finally paused to let Jordan speak. But the sensual torment didn’t stop. Jordan’s voice was cool and calm in his conversation but his hands on Danny’s body were hot, and the steel-hard erection pressing against his bare ass let him know his Dom was as turned on as he was.

  He tried to pay attention to the conversation, something about ordering undercarriage lights, to take his mind off the pleasure coursing through him, but Jordan was relentless, stroking his cock with one hand, touching him everywhere with the other. Danny bit his lip, head pressed back against Jordan’s shoulder, breathing hard through his nose. He was getting close to the edge, his navel sucked in tight and his toes curled where they dangled an inch off the ground. Danny raised a hand, thinking he was going to have to tap out. But Jordan started to wrap up the call.

  “All right, Bob. I’ll have the order in by close of business tomorrow. You have a good week.”

  The speaker phone clicked, the dial tone buzzed for a second, and the line went quiet.

  The call was over. Danny would have melted with relief but he was still vibrating on the edge of release.

  “You did good, baby,” Jordan said as he nuzzled Danny’s neck. “So perfect. Can you hold on a little longer and wait to come while I’m fucking you?”

  “Ye-Yes.”

  Jordan rose from the chair an
d gently set Danny on his feet. He bent him over the desk, positioning him so that his face was pressed to the wood top, his ass in the air and his legs spread wide.

  Danny waited as Jordan opened his desk drawer to pull out lube and a condom, his breath puffing up a sheet of paper next to his face. There were the familiar sounds of a zipper going down, foil tearing, and a bottle cap opening and then the sheathed head of Jordan’s cock pressed against him.

  “Now you can make all the noise you want.”

  Thank goodness. Because there was no way he could have held back his loud shaky moan when that thick cock slowly pushed inside him. Thighs trembling, he rose up on his tiptoes trying to get closer and fuck himself on Jordan’s cock. A big hand immediately clamped onto his hip, halting the movement.

  “I don’t think so.”

  Danny moaned a protest, wiggling slightly, still trying to get closer and encourage his lover to go faster.

  “Who is in charge?”

  Danny groaned, then huffed his answer in between desperate, panting breaths. “You are.”

  “And who sets the pace?”

  “You do.”

  “And is that what you want? How you like it?” Jordan asked as he squeezed Danny’s hip.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then behave.”

  Danny pulled in a deep breath, settling back onto the flat of his feet. Once he was still, Jordan started fucking him at a maddeningly slow pace.

  “That’s it. Relax for me, baby.”

  Jordan reached up with his other hand to grip the back of Danny’s neck and hold him down. And it was like a switch flipped in his head. With Jordan holding him down, he no longer had any desire to fight Jordan for control. Now, he gave it up and relaxed as he’d been told.

  Closing his eyes, Danny let himself sink into the sensation of Jordan slowly thrusting into him. He didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to struggle to find his pleasure. His Dom would give it to him. His only job was to let the buzzing pleasure build and build until it was like static electricity under his skin. His fingers twitched and he almost would have thought Jordan had activated his power if he didn’t know he wouldn’t do so without asking him first.

  Although he’d relaxed and given up control, he couldn’t help his cry of protest when Jordan suddenly withdrew. But the separation was only temporary. Jordan picked him up and laid him on his back on the desktop. He ripped his shirt off, gripped Danny’s thighs, tossed his legs over his shoulders, and pushed back in.

  Danny sighed with relief and let his arms fall over his head, scattering papers and whatever else was in the way. He liked the control Jordan had taking him from behind. But he liked this way even more because he got to see the play of muscles and sheen of sweat on Jordan’s chest as he rocked inside him.

  “Are you ready to come now?”

  Danny half-moaned, half-laughed. “I’ve been ready.”

  “I know,” Jordan said as he reached down and wrapped his fist around Danny’s cock. “But you did good holding yourself back.”

  He started stroking, fast and tight just as he had when Danny sat in his lap during the phone call. And in no time at all he was right back on the edge. He hurtled past it when Jordan licked his calf and whispered against the damp skin under his mouth.

  “Come for me, angel.”

  Danny climaxed in his Dom’s hand. A deep, shuddering release that had him arching and gasping when it rolled through him, and trembling with aftershocks as it receded. Jordan watched him as he came, his gaze roving from his face, down his torso to his pulsing cock, and back again.

  “You’re gorgeous like this. So gorgeous.”

  Jordan rasped the words as his hips began to move in short, hard thrusts. He cursed, tightening his grip on Danny’s leg, and going still as he came. Danny felt the heat of his release even through the condom and he wished... He wished that there was nothing between them.

  They stayed there, with Jordan pressed deep inside him for a long moment.

  “You are amazing,” Jordan said as he gently removed Danny’s legs from his shoulders and eased their bodies apart.

  Danny lay on the desktop but he floated in bliss from the orgasm and praise. “Thank you, Sir.” He was still shy using that title. But he liked it, and he could tell that Jordan did too by the way he leaned down to press a tender kiss to his lips.

  “You’re welcome, angel.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  A

  s the days slipped into summer, Jordan and Danny grew even closer. Danny often spent nights at Jordan’s apartment. Like tonight. Jordan lay in bed, propped up on one elbow. He watched Danny, who sat next to him with his back against the headboard, tablet braced against his knees so he could draw. He wore one of Jordan’s button-down work shirts. It swamped him, billowing out around his torso and reaching to mid-thigh but he looked cute in it. Still, as cute as he looked wearing the oversized shirt, Jordan preferred something else. He reached out and trailed his fingers up one leg, pushing the shirt up as he went.

  “Why aren’t you naked?”

  Danny answered without looking up from the tablet. “Because you have the air conditioning too low and I’m cold.”

  “I’ll rip the entire cooling system from the building if it means I get to see your little body naked all the time when you’re here.”

  A smile tugged at Danny’s lips, but he still didn’t look up from his work. “Not everything is a vicious battle between you and a dastardly villain. Just turn the air conditioner up from arctic blast to a temperature my regular human self can withstand. Then I can work without shivering to death.”

  Jordan had to grin at Danny’s whip-smart teasing. In retaliation, he pulled him over to straddle his lap. “Can you work while I do this?” he asked as he pressed kisses to the delicate line of his lover’s collar bone.

  Danny gasped. “How dare you interrupt my artistic process with your lechery? This is a very important project.”

  Jordan didn’t buy Danny’s outrage for a second. Especially considering that at that very moment, Danny was subtly grinding his crotch against him. “Let me see what you’re working on.”

  Danny raised the tablet, turning it so Jordan could see the screen. It was a sketch of the two of them on an iceberg. Danny had drawn himself wrapped in multiple sweaters and blankets, with icicles dripping from his nose, and little squiggly lines around him to indicate shivering. On the other hand, Jordan was stretched out right on the ice, completely naked. The speech bubble floating over his head read: I’m so stupid sexy hot I don’t need clothes to survive the arctic winter. The cartoon was clever, well-drawn, and it made Jordan burst out laughing.

  “Okay, I can take a hint.” He raised his voice so the home system would hear him. “Home, raise the temperature to seventy-two degrees.”

  A robotic voice responded. Adjusting temperature to seventy-two degrees.

  He safely moved the tablet out of the way before swiftly rolling them over until Danny’s back was pressed to the mattress with him on top. “I’m sorry you’re so cold. I’ll do everything in my power to get you warm.” He slid a hand beneath the borrowed shirt, thumbing over a nipple.

  “You can do whatever you want to me with this gorgeous body of yours,” Danny said as he smoothed his hands up Jordan’s naked back.

  Jordan groaned at the surge of lust that rippled through him at that comment. He leaned in, ready to take Danny up on his offer when beeps blared loudly from a cell phone.

  Jordan eased back and looked over his shoulder to where Danny’s phone lay on top of the dresser. “Sounds like you hit it big at the casino.”

  Danny grinned and wiggled his way out from beneath him.

  “No, that’s my Twitter blowing up. Maybe one of my latest pieces featuring my new muse went viral.”

  “New muse?”

  “Yep. I’m officially a Blaze fan artist now. And my followers really liked the art I did of your butt.
”

  Jordan’s eyebrows shot up. “You drew my butt?”

  “Not just your butt. I drew you looking broodingly over your shoulder. The angle of the image happened to focus on your ass.”

  “You’re a menace.”

  Danny grinned again, this time teaming it with an unrepentant shrug. The phone dinged a few more times in the brief time it took Danny to cross the room.

  “Make that thing stop beeping and get back in bed,” Jordan growled. He wanted to get started warming up his angel.

  “Yes, Sir.” Danny grabbed his phone and tapped the screen a few times. His face immediately fell in reaction to whatever he saw. Then his whole body sort of sagged as he thumbed up on the screen.

  Concerned, Jordan got out of the bed and went over to him. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve got this super fan who likes my art but only wants me to draw Ignite. They’ve been annoying for a while now but these tweets are mean and kind of scary.”

  “Stop looking at it.” Jordan took the phone away from Danny but that was hardly a solution. He wanted to do more. Feeling helpless while his lover was hurting had him twitchy with the urge to go out and hurt whoever was bothering him. “Is there anything I can do?”

  Danny gave a shaky laugh, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. “Call Ignite and ask him to tell this guy to back off?”

  Now that he actually could do. “Done.” Jordan grabbed his own phone. He had to hit a few buttons to engage Secure Mode before he pressed speed dial number four. The call connected on the first ring. “Hey. Can you stop by my place? Upstairs level. Thanks. Appreciate it.” He ended the call and looked at Danny. “You’d better put pants on, he’ll be here soon.”

  “Oh! Just like that? Okay.” Danny hurried over to the side of the bed to grab his jeans.

  Jordan pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shit to cover his own nakedness. They went out to the kitchen once they were dressed. Danny sat down at the counter while Jordan went over and opened the living room balcony doors. Ignite had been to his place enough times for him to know that the superhero wouldn’t bother to use the front door and elevator when he could fly directly to the apartment level.