by R. J. Moray
Danny understood what he meant, thank God. His big-knuckled hand slid over that firm, washboard belly, and into his overalls. He pushed them down and took out his cock. It was long and thick, and slightly curved, jutting out hard from its nest of dark curls. Theo sucked in a breath because…okay that was more dick than he’d anticipated. Or maybe it was just real, instead of on a screen or in his imagination. Right here, right now, in front of his face. Real. He could smell it. Damn, he wanted to taste it.
His cheeks flooded with heat. He could taste it. That was the whole reason he was down here in the first place—to take that cock. So he leaned in, but before he could get his lips on naked skin, there was a hand in his hair, gripping him firmly.
“Hold on, beautiful. You don’t have to do anything except open your mouth, and suck.”
God, that was somehow so much worse. And better. Theo did as he was told, parting his lips and looking up. Danny smiled his half-smile, and pushed the blunt head of his cock into Theo’s mouth. It slid past his lips, smearing fluid over them, and then it was inside him, riding over his tongue until it bumped the back of his throat.
“There, baby?”
Theo didn’t know how to respond, or even if he should. Instead, he sucked, working his tongue along the underside of Danny’s dick. God, the taste of him. Salt and sweat and man, and everything Theo wanted.
Above him, Danny groaned and his hips bucked, forcing his cock in deep. For a heady moment Theo thought he might gag, but then Danny drew back, wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and this time, when he drove in, he stopped just at the point where it became too much.
“That’s right. Like that.” Danny petted his hair once, gripped it again, and then he set a rhythm, fucking into Theo’s mouth with firm strokes. Theo whimpered, trying and failing not to drool. He felt giddy, wild, so reckless he thought his heart might burst. He was sucking cock in the upstairs room of a garage because a hot guy told him to get on his knees and…
He loved it. Fuck, that was the worst. He knew with a terrible, inescapable clarity that he really did love this, really did love Danny’s cock in his mouth. He moaned, curving his hands around Danny’s hips, sliding back over his ass. Danny let him, his breathing loose and ragged.
“Yeah. Yeah, beautiful. You feel so fucking good.”
It felt intensely powerful to hear the way Danny’s voice was breaking up, like he could barely stand the pleasure of Theo’s mouth. To do this to him, someone who had done this who knew how many times before, made Theo feel like a champion. God, he could do this for hours, just suck Danny, taste the salt of him, breathe in the masculine scent of his crotch, the sweaty musk of his skin.
But Danny pulled out, and ran the fat mushroom head of his cock over Theo’s lips. “That’s enough.”
Theo wiped his chin and tried to catch his breath. He let Danny tip his head back, drag the wet tip of his dick across his cheek, and Theo gazed up at him helplessly all the while.
“Get up,” Danny said, his voice low and rough, and Theo did it, lurching to his feet, and then Danny was in his mouth again, but his tongue this time, tasting himself from Theo’s lips.
Danny pushed him back across the room, through a door, and up against something that hit the back of his knees. He fell. Danny was on him at once, covering him with the weight of his hard, perfect body. Theo went where Danny wanted him, spread out on the bed, because it was a bed beneath him. The mattress gave as Danny climbed onto him, and Theo felt smothered, but… It was good. Fuck, this was what he’d always wanted, and what he’d never been going to get from Ned—but he didn’t want to think of Ned now, not with Danny in his mouth. Danny kissed like he was trying to devour him, and Theo wanted so badly to be devoured. He gave himself up, spreading his thighs to invite Danny between them. Danny came up hard against him, rolling his head back to grin a white, shark-like smile.
“Hey,” he said, raking his hand through Theo’s hair. “You okay?”
“Fuck yes,” Theo breathed, his heart pounding like a steam engine. “Do it. Come on,” and he wrenched at his belt, trying to get his pants off now, now, now.
Danny laughed. His face was so open now, nothing like the flat affect he’d given Theo back when they’d first met, oh, only hours ago.
“Slow down. No,” he said sharply when Theo kept trying to struggle out of his jeans. “Do as I say.”
Theo stopped at once, his whole body responding to the command in Danny’s voice.
“Better,” Danny said. He tweaked Theo’s ear with his fingers. “Stay still.”
“But—” Theo bit his lip. What was Danny going to do? Theo thought he knew but what if he didn’t? What if Danny did something unspeakable to him, something unbearable. What if—
Danny leaned in, his breath warm on Theo’s ear. “You said I could do anything I wanted to you. So that’s what I’m going to do. But if you change your mind, if you want me to stop, you have to say so. And I’ll stop. I promise. No matter what.”
“Is it going to hurt?” Theo blurted out, unable to stay silent any longer.
Danny made a soft sound, something almost sweet. “No, baby. Do exactly what I tell you, and I won’t hurt you a bit.”
He kissed Theo’s jaw, and then his mouth, and Theo felt the tension in him shift from his chest to his crotch.
“So lie still for me, okay?” Danny said.
“Okay,” Theo whispered back.
Danny ran his hand up under Theo’s tank, his thumb tracing a coil of heat around the rim of Theo’s belly button. “You’re so fucking smooth,” he said, and then he had Theo’s tank rucked up to his throat, and his mouth closed hot and wet on a nipple.
Theo sucked in a whimper. He thought Danny might bite him but no, he just sucked hard, and tickled Theo with his tongue. Theo had never thought his nipples were sensitive but now, under Danny’s mouth, they felt like live wires, running a current straight to his cock. He gasped, and bucked up, and remembered what Danny had said. He tried to hold still but the torment of Danny’s mouth on him was too much.
“You really can’t obey orders, can you?”
Danny sounded amused, not angry, but Theo felt the accusation too keenly. “I want to,” he said, honesty coming easy now that Danny had him on the bed in the half-light. “I want you to—”
“To what?” Danny lapped at the peaked flesh of his nipple, teasing it with his tongue.
“To make me. I want you to do it and I want…to do as you say.”
Fuck, admitting it hurt. But Danny didn’t make fun of him. He rumbled in his throat, like a lion eyeing something delicious. “That’s good. Because I want you to let me do this. I want to make you come so hard you see stars. And, I really want to fuck you.”
There. This was it, no going back. “I want you to,” Theo said, his heart racing because…fuck, Danny was going to do it. Danny was going to fuck him and finally, finally Theo would know for certain.
“Good. So. Take off your jacket and shirt, and then lie as still for me as you can.”
Theo did as he was told. For once, obedience thrilled him. Maybe it was Danny’s voice, so self-assured. Theo had never wanted to do as someone told him so much as as he did now, longing to do as Danny wanted. He lay still, his breath coming fast, his chest chill in the cool night air.
Danny unlaced Theo’s boots and dropped them one by one to the floor. Then he knelt up between Theo’s legs and cupped Theo’s cock through his jeans. The contact jolted through him, jerking his hips up by reflex. He forced himself to lie still again, and this time Danny smiled, just a little.
“That’s right, beautiful. Do your best.”
How good it felt. Danny’s hand was big and warm, and his approval made something in Theo’s gut melt. He pressed his lips together, breathing through his nose as Danny worked open his belt, unbuttoned him, and peeled his jeans down. The urge to lift his legs to help was overwhelming, but he lay still, only raising a knee when Danny guided it up with one hand.
Danny
hummed approvingly, tugging the tight denim down. “That’s it. Good boy.”
The words should have made him rebel but instead they sunk into him, his gut tingling with excitement. A couple of hours ago he’d thought he might die a virgin (melodramatic, sure, but melodrama felt warranted at this point) and now a hot mechanic with strong, careful hands was sliding his fingers into Theo’s boxer briefs, easing them down over his hips.
Danny left Theo’s jewelery intact, the strings of glass beads, the bangles at his wrists, his rings. He skated a hand over Theo’s chest, making the beads clack together, and then curled his fingers around Theo’s throat. “That collar. Did someone give that to you?”
“No,” Theo said. “I bought it.”
“Is it expensive?”
Theo shook his head. Only a few hundred, anyway.
Danny smirked. “I want it.”
God, the way he said it, like it was a reasonable thing to say, to just demand something like that. Theo licked his lips. “It’s yours.”
It wasn’t clear if this surprised Danny or not. He busied himself stroking down Theo’s chest, down the seam of his belly, to brush his fingers over Theo’s cock. “You,” he said softly, “are so fucking pretty. I wanna mess you up, real bad.”
Theo’s pulse thumped like a kick-drum. “Okay.”
But Danny shook his head. “You sound like you’d agree to anything right now. Just about.”
It took everything he had to hold still while Danny curled those hands around his thighs, and bent his head to nose Theo’s cock. He was stiff, moisture beading at his slit, and his skin so sensitive that the brush of Danny’s lips made him cry out. He forced himself to relax, but then Danny had taken him in, was sucking him slow and firm, and it was everything Theo had ever imagined. More. So much fucking more, so hot, so carefully calculated to drive him out of his mind.
He could hear himself making high, needy noises, and without thinking he scrabbled at Danny’s bare shoulders with his nails.
“Hands,” Danny mumbled, coming up to lick the tip of Theo’s dick, and Theo pressed his palms flat against the bed, willing himself to hold still.
Danny took him apart so slowly it was a torture, and Theo felt like he was dying, like his heart might give out from the sheer, intense pleasure of it. What a way to go, though, spread out in some guy’s bed, his heart racing, pleasure spiraling through him and winding him tight. He was going to snap, going to come in Danny’s mouth, and he wanted it, but also, he wanted Danny, wanted him with a savage longing, because this might never happen again and he needed to know.
“Please,” he begged. “Fuck, please.”
“Please what, beautiful?” Danny smirked at him over the head of his spit-slick cock, his fingers curled possessively around the base of it. “Please let you come? Or please don’t?”
“Just more,” Theo gasped.
Danny chuckled, a low, suggestive sound. “Hold your horses. You’ll get it when I give it to you.”
It was like a promise, like the way Danny had promised not to hurt him. Theo trusted him. Maybe that was insane—it felt insane—but he couldn’t help it. His chest was tight, his skin so sensitive he felt like he might burst. He wanted to be good. For Danny, who had promised, who he wanted so badly to be able to trust.
“Okay,” Theo said, a bare whisper. “Just tell me what to do.”
“Lie there and look pretty,” Danny said.
He licked his thumb, and slid it up behind Theo’s balls, rubbing wet over his hole. It made every muscle in Theo’s body tense up; he practically levitated off the bed, a strangled yelp tearing from his throat. But Danny was shushing him, rubbing him gently, barely pressing into him at all.
“It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Not this time, beautiful. Just relax.”
Not this time. The implications of that knocked all the breath from Theo’s lungs. God, would there be a next time? A surge of naked want rushed through him—they could do it again. Danny might want him again. He might want…more.
This could be more.
Theo breathed in, breathed out, felt his limbs relax, let himself sink into the bed, loose and easy. “Okay,” he said. “I trust you.”
Danny
I trust you.
Fuck. You really shouldn’t, Danny thought, but he didn’t say it. The kid was wound too tight as it was—he didn’t need something else to worry about.
And his trust was sweet, a pleasant surprise after all his attitude. Stripped of his ridiculous clothes and decorated only in jewelery that looked gaudy enough it was probably real, he was sublime, smooth and beautiful. He was boyishly slim, his limbs long and perfect. His thighs were soft as a girl’s, his belly smooth and biteable. The jut of his hips made Danny want to press bruises into his flesh, tie him up and fuck him hard while he cried out in protest for a mercy that never came.
But his eyes. These beautiful, narrow eyes, with their dark lashes, and the way they stared up at Danny with, ‘Please don’t hurt me,’ burning in them. Danny couldn’t do that to him. Not when he was so new, so fresh. Unsullied.
And Danny’s to ruin, here and now.
The thrill of having Theo beneath him was balls-tightening. He pushed himself up, impatient now for all his insistence that they’d take this slow. He braced himself against the bed, yanked open the bedside drawer to grab what he needed, and settled back on his heels. Theo remained still, though his chest heaved with quick, anxious breaths. Danny laid a hand on his solar plexus.
“Just breathe, baby. Don’t hyperventilate. If you pass out, I don’t want it to be from lack of oxygen.”
Theo laughed, and this time instead of hurt and raw he sounded loose, carefree, and it stretched his luscious mouth into a big, warm grin. “You’re gonna knock me out? With your dick?”
“Maybe,” Danny told him, slicking his hand. He could see the way Theo tracked him, caught the anxious lift of his chin, and waggled his fingers cockily. “Let’s find out.”
This time when he took Theo into his mouth, he teased, light little flutters of tongue as his hand slipped between Theo’s cheeks. So tight and tense. Danny lipped at him, distracting him from the slow pressure, and slowly, so fucking slowly, Theo opened up for him, took in the tip of a finger, and then the first joint, the second, all the way to the knuckle. He clenched, his flesh sucking at Danny’s finger, so tight and warm inside that Danny’s breath faltered in his throat.
He lapped at Theo’s cock, listening to his soft whimpers, and crooked his finger to find Theo inside. Theo made an inquisitive noise, and then— “Fuck!” He shuddered, his hips bucking. “Oh, fucking…fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“In a minute, beautiful,” Danny told him, pressing a kiss to his balls. He was hairless, manscaped to the extreme, and his skin was soft, sweet-smelling. Danny wanted to get his mouth on every inch of Theo’s gorgeous body, wanted to bruise it, leave the marks of his teeth all over Theo’s skin. He was a rich, luxurious thing, and Danny wanted to know what he looked like wrecked, fucked out and done. He wanted to use Theo hard, just ruin him for anyone else, leave him hopelessly addicted to Danny’s cock. He wanted to do this hard and fast and now.
But he didn’t. That wasn’t the deal. Next time, he told himself, letting himself believe the fantasy that Theo would ever be back here again, begging for his cock. Someone this beautiful, this expensive, wasn’t about to want this a second time. Danny, rough and cheap and nasty, fucking him on a shitty mattress in a ratty apartment. Theo was slumming, and Danny knew it. But Christ, just for a moment, he could pretend.
He opened Theo up slowly, teasing his prostate, flickering one finger and then two against that sensitive knot of nerves, watching Theo lose his mind. He rubbed his thumb into Theo’s taint, loving the groan that crawled out of Theo’s throat, his helpless thrashing.
“Still, baby,” Danny said, and Theo let out a sob, so broken and lovely that Danny couldn’t take it anymore.
He slipped his fingers free, knelt up on the bed between Theo�
��s thighs, and rolled a condom onto his dick. He was still half-encased in his overalls; he kicked off his steel-caps and shoved the overalls down, tugging them off and tossing them on the floor. And then he caught his dick in his hand, slathered it with lube, and pressed the head up between Theo’s cheeks.
“You still want this?”
Theo nodded frantically, his lip caught in his teeth.
“Yeah? I wanna hear it.”
Theo heaved in a breath, his mouth weak and helpless. “Fuck me,” he said, and then louder, “fuck me, Danny, don’t make me beg.”
“I like it when you beg,” Danny said, but he pushed, let his weight bear him down. He did it slow, easing inside as slow as he could, but Theo’s mouth was wide now, like his eyes, all of him feeling this for the first time. God, tight, hot, good, Theo. “Tell me how you feel.”
Theo’s breath was shallow and quick, and he licked his lips, blinking hard, but then— “It’s big. It’s…fuck, you’re…it’s too much, but, but don’t stop.”
Danny rocked into him. His cock breached the first ring of muscle, and then, suddenly, he was in. He eased up, gave Theo a few moments to adjust, then pushed.
Now it went easy. Theo made an anguished sound, both his knees drawing up around Danny’s hips, as if he was trying to get Danny in deeper, and Danny obliged him, rocking into him inch by inch until his balls tucked snug against Theo’s ass.
Theo whimpered, wriggling like a puppy, and Danny shushed him. “It’s okay. Baby, you’re full now. That’s all of it. You good?”
“Danny,” Theo whined, “Fuck, Danny…”
“Tell me. You hurting?”
“No, I…no.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No! I want…” but he trailed off.
Danny claimed his mouth, sucking on his lip and loving the way he groaned, the clench of his thighs. “Tell me.”
“Fuck me, just fuck me, you asshole! I want you, stop making me say it!” Theo thrashed, one balled fist shoving into Danny’s chest, and Danny grinned because there he was. That attitude. God, he was cute, though.