by R. J. Moray
Danny grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. He caught Theo under one thigh and lifted him up, rocking into him as deep as he could go. “Be good.” He rolled his hips, sliding out and in, smooth as butter. “Or you won’t get this.”
Theo bared his teeth, looking like he might snap. Danny took pity on him.
He buried himself in Theo’s body. Fuck, he was too good. Danny took him as slow as he could, but it was so hard when all he wanted was to hold Theo down and fuck him brutally. Not yet, not yet, and anyway, the strangled moans spilling from Theo’s perfect lips made it sound like Danny was using him hard.
Maybe he was. Maybe this was too much. He slowed, tried to be gentle, but Theo made a wild sound, and his free hand clawed at Danny’s ass. “No,” he moaned. “No, don’t stop, don’t you dare—”
Danny shut him up with a kiss, and pounded him.
The heat, the friction, the intoxicating scent of Theo’s skin, his unintelligible pleas—all of it meant Danny couldn’t last long. Too pent up, wanting Theo too much, and now he couldn’t hold back. Seductive heat pooled in his hips, spilling over in hot gouts. He fucked into Theo hard, and again, and then held himself deep as his balls emptied, filling him with wonderful, blessed lassitude. His vision whited out for a moment, and when he came back to himself he blinked hard, dizzy with it all.
“Ffffuck,” he groaned, his cock still pulsing with aftershocks. That was…incredible.
But his poor boy was still whimpering, still teetering on the edge. So, Danny let go of Theo’s wrist and knelt up, hauling him in to stay buried in him. He wrapped a hand around the head of Theo’s cock, meaning to jerk him off, but the pressure of it seemed too much. Theo quivered all over, hips jerking, and Danny realized his hand was wet, Theo’s come pulsing through his fingers.
God, that was hot. Danny worked him through it, until Theo whined and twisted like he was trying to get away.
“Sensitive, baby?”
“God, fucking stop,” Theo yelped, and Danny laughed hard. “Oh God!” Theo stared at him. “I felt that. I didn’t know you could feel that.”
He meant the laughter, through Danny’s dick, and Danny was struck by what he’d just done. Theo had never done any of this before. All he knew was what Danny had done to him. It felt real, in a way it hadn’t during the act, or before it.
The only person who had ever been inside him. God, that felt good.
Danny tucked his hips in snug, and folded Theo up like a cinnamon roll to get at his mouth. “A lotta things you don’t know, baby. We can work on that.”
Theo swallowed, his eyes wide and glistening. “Do you…I mean.” He turned his face sharply away, his breath coming fast. “What happens now?”
“I’m gonna pull out of you,” Danny said, kissing his jaw. “And then I’m gonna take you into the shower and get you nice and clean. And then I can drive you home, or to your party, or wherever you want. Or,” he added, feeling Theo tense up all over, “you can stay here with me, and we can make out on the roof and eat pizza pockets until the fireworks go off.”
Theo licked his lips. “And then what?”
“Then you can stay the night. If you want. I’ve got bacon and eggs, hash browns, biscuits. Coffee,” he added, wondering what Theo was waiting for because he was chewing his lip.
“And after that?”
Fuck, he sounded so needy. He wanted something. A promise. Something Danny had already promised himself. He smiled, and pressed a kiss to the corner of Theo’s mouth. “Whatever you want, beautiful. It’s up to you,” he said, and he meant it.
Theo
Danny was as good as his word. He took Theo into the shower and soaped him up, lingering over his tender places, and kissed him under the spray until the hot water ran out. The soap was cheap and the towel sharp and scratchy, and when he asked for moisturizer Danny laughed, his head going back to expose the lines of his throat. When he laughed it put crinkles around his eyes and Theo’s gut tightened, and he had to kiss him again, and again.
Now the sex was over, Theo looked around the apartment in the dim light of the naked bulb and thought, Fuck, this place is ratchet. The fridge looked about twenty years old, the stove too. The carpet was worn in places, and the rugs didn’t go with the couch at all. There were no paintings on the walls, only badly taken photos of people who didn’t seem to care they were being photographed in those outfits, just sitting or standing around, smiling and waving.
Theo's phone was dead and Danny didn't have an iPhone charger so it stayed that way. Danny offered him clothes, cheap sweats and a soft long-sleeved shirt with some band logo on it Theo didn’t know. He put them on, feeling trashy and weirdly good about it. Danny pulled on his own sweats, worn thin enough Theo could see the outline of his dick through them, and a hoodie that was clean but pilled under the arms. He still looked beautiful, though, intensely handsome as he threw pizza pockets in a tray and shoved them in the oven.
“You want another beer?”
Theo nodded, his throat dry. Danny was fucking gorgeous, and he wanted Theo. He’d had Theo but he still wanted him, and this was real, and nothing else mattered.
On the roof there was a kind of patio set up, two old outdoor lounges around a glass table that didn’t match, on a square of cheap fake grass. But Danny brought a comforter onto the roof with them and they snuggled up under it, Theo in Danny’s lap, Danny’s phone playing pop-rock through its tinny speakers.
The beer was cold and the pizza pockets were weird and Danny smelled like cheap soap and maybe like sex. Theo curled up on his chest, tucking his head into Danny’s neck, and let himself enjoy this.
“It’s eleven forty,” Danny said. “There’s champagne in the fridge, if you want some.”
Theo said yes, but it wasn’t champagne, just sparkling white wine that smelled sharp and sour, and tasted worse. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way Danny smiled at him, that slow half-smile as he lifted a hand to brush Theo’s neck and make him shiver.
Theo realized that the wine had been for Danny’s date, and suddenly the urge to know more was unbearable. “Why did you call off your date tonight?”
Danny’s expression flickered. “Like I said.”
“You weren’t feeling it. What didn’t he do for you?” What can I do for you that he wouldn’t?
Danny blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand through the short crop of his hair. “He wanted…a different kind of sex.”
“And what kind did you want?”
Watching him, Theo got to see the moment Danny decided to tell the truth. It was in the weakening around his mouth, the corners of his eyes. “Rougher than tonight. Not as rough as he wanted.”
“Like how? Rougher how?”
“The kind,” Danny said quietly, “that leaves bruises.”
Theo absorbed this, looking into his glass and thinking. “But the other guy?”
“The kind that draws blood.” He said it not exactly as if he was condemning it. Just saying it. Theo’s heart skipped.
“And you don’t want that.”
“I’m not interested in that kind of pain,” he said, his hand falling over Theo’s, rubbing his thumb in the webbing between Theo’s fingers.
Theo filled in the gaps, puzzling out the things Danny wasn’t saying. “But you are interested in pain.”
“Only with someone who’s interested in being hurt.”
“Just to get this straight,” Theo said, a little sharper than he intended, “but we’re talking about BDSM here, right?”
Danny nodded silently, but his thumb pressed warmth into Theo’s hand.
Theo breathed out. “Okay.”
“Does that really shock you?”
Theo considered it, and shook his head. “I think I knew that already. Is that…why you wanted my collar?”
Danny grinned. “Yeah. That’s exactly why.”
Right. “Then you should keep it.” And you should keep me.
If Danny misunderstood he gave no sign. “It�
��s negotiable. Everything,” he added, with a weight behind the word that Theo felt in his bones, “is negotiable.”
“I’m up for negotiation,” Theo said quickly, before he could lose his nerve.
He felt more than saw Danny relax. “I’m glad you said that.” Danny glanced at his phone. “Eleven fifty-eight. You ready?”
“Yeah. I think this year’s going to be a good one,” Theo said, looking at Danny shyly over the rim of his glass.
“I fucken hope so,” Danny said. His eyes gleamed, his mouth curling into a heart-stopping smile, warm and wide and just for Theo. “You know, they say that whatever you’re doing at midnight on New Year's Eve is what you’ll be doing for the rest of the year.”
“That’s just fucking stupid,” Theo said, but he’d already reached for Danny’s collar and leaned in to kiss him.
Danny’s mouth was cool with fake champagne, his lips chapped and rough. The hand on the back of Theo’s head was warm and big, and kept him right where Danny wanted him. North-west, between the JNNS building and the Skytower, fireworks popped over the harbor, bathing them in light.
It was nothing Theo had known he could have. And perfect in every way.
END
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