Defense Reaction (Part 1)
Peter, the IT guy, was too hot and sexy for Gary to ignore, and Daniel, Gary's best friend, roommate, and lover, wanted to hear all about it.
Gary Bartell is finally in charge of his own accounting department. It isn’t glamorous, but it’s all he’s ever wanted. Unless you include his roommate, Daniel Cooper. After years of living together, Gary is convinced Daniel will never have any romantic interest in him. Is it time to move on? Or does their life together mean more to Daniel than he’s willing to admit?
Gary Bartell leaned back in his chair and surveyed the extent of his new domain. If you could really call it that. It was just an office, but it was his office. Ten years of hacking away and crunching numbers for someone else’s glory was over. This was his chance to prove himself.
A new city. A new employer.
A new life.
He slipped open the desk drawer to his right and removed a small box containing his new business cards. He grinned as he discarded the lid and read the imprint on the top card. Gary Bartell - Controller. Finally. He was in charge of his own accounting department.
It wasn’t glamorous, but it was all he’d ever wanted …except for the love of the one person whose happiness outweighed any career achievement he’d ever attain.
Gary sighed, then brushed his thumb over the embossed company logo. Campbell & Pollier, Attorneys at Law. They were definitely taking a chance on him, but after meeting with one of the partners, Aaron Campbell, he knew he’d be getting a phone call, saying he had the job. In addition to his exemplary work record, he and Aaron had hit it off after discovering they’d played football for the same college. Years apart, but the same team regardless.
Brotherhood was brotherhood, and he was in.
The sound of the traffic outside pulled Gary from his thoughts. He removed a few cards from the box for his wallet, set the rest back in his drawer, and reclined in his chair.
Aaron had surprised him somewhat during the interview. They’d been talking about the team, and some of the crazy shenanigans that went on, and Aaron had casually mentioned that the football team was essentially how he’d met his husband. Just like that. No apologies. No innuendos. Aaron Campbell, Attorney at Law, married to a man.
Gary scrubbed his lips. Some guys had a lot of balls, that was for sure. He shook his head, marveling at Aaron’s confidence. Putting his professional reputation out there and marrying a guy from his college football team. That took guts.
A voice from his open door spoke. “Mr. Bartell?”
“Please, call me Gary,” he said as he waved Aaron Campbell’s assistant, Cindy, over from where she was hovering in the doorway. She was a petite little thing. Black hair and stunning blue eyes set atop slender, toned hips and luscious tits. Gary smiled to himself. Even he could appreciate a beautiful woman when he saw one. He wasn’t blind. Just not interested.
“What can I do for you?” he asked.
“Mr. Campbell sent me down to say he’s sorry. He’d intended to be here to welcome you, but he’s been delayed in a meeting. He would like to touch base with you sometime after lunch if that works for you.”
“After lunch works—” Gary tapped on the keys of his computer keyboard lightly. “Although I don’t think I’ll be very busy until I can get past this security screen.”
Cindy peered out into the hall, then back in at Gary. “Has Peter not been here yet? He was supposed to set you up with a password.”
“No, I don’t think I met a ‘Peter’ this morning.”
Cindy blushed and fussed about with the files in her hands. She took on the countenance of a teenager flustered over a boy. “You would remember Peter. Tall, blond kid. All smiles. Looks like he stepped off a fashion runway in Milan.”
Christ, you’ve got to be kidding me.
He’d met Peter. All nine inches uncut, jamming down his throat in the washroom cubicle, Peter. He hadn’t intended on giving a random blowjob to a stranger on his way to work that morning, but the kid had come on to him heavily in the men’s room on the main floor. It was a thirty-story building with hundreds of offices. What were the chances?
Pretty damn good, apparently.
“Never mind,” Cindy said. “Here he comes.”
Yes, Peter could certainly do that …in copious amounts.
There had been some uncertainty this morning as to whether or not he would need to rush out and purchase a new shirt before heading up to his office, but he’d managed to clean himself up.
Straightening his tie seemed like an odd thing to do, but Gary wanted to look respectable. He was still the head of the accounting department, even though a few hours earlier, he’d been squatting in front of a toilet, hanging onto a toilet roll dispenser for dear life, sucking on the most incredibly thick and gorgeous dick he’d ever set his mouth to.
Gary swallowed the saliva accumulating in his mouth and groaned quietly as his cock pressed against the fabric of his dress pants. Please, no… Please don’t embarrass me.
He brushed his palm down the front of his pants, then stood to shake Peter’s hand. “Cindy tells me you’re the man to see about a password.”
“Absolutely.” Peter lowered his gaze and waited for Cindy to leave the room. “I’m the man to see about a lot of things. Passwords are just one of them.” Winking, he swept around Gary’s desk and then leaned across Gary’s shoulder to reach the keyboard. “Excuse me.”
“Oh, right …sorry.” Gary backed away, remaining in his chair, enthralled by Peter’s overall presence in the room and the fluid motion of Peter’s muscles beneath his clothing as he alternated between typing, mousing, and pausing to wait for the computer to cooperate.
Normally, twinks weren’t his thing, but Peter had a confidence about him that made up for his lean, boyish looks and age, which he approximated to be about twenty-three, maybe four.
Not entirely cradle-robbing.
Okay, maybe just a little.
“All right,” Peter said as he turned around. “I have you set up with full clearance to get into anything accounting-related. Aaron will probably want you to have access to other programs and departments as well, but I’ll wait until he gives me a detailed list, then we’ll go from there.”
He stepped away from the screen. “I just need you to enter a password …here and then again here—” Peter’s index finger touched the computer screen, and Gary’s gut twisted, sending heat straight through to his balls. He couldn’t be sure of the hand, but less than an hour ago, one of Peter’s index fingers had been filling his ass just before he’d cum in his mouth.
Sharp tingles of pain had Gary biting his lip as his cock sought to escape the confines of his underwear, pulling the curly, pre-cum moistened hairs along with it.
“Mr. Bartell?” Peter leaned his hip against the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. “Maybe we should go for coffee and come back to this later …once you’re not so distracted.”
Gary sighed in resignation. He was doomed.
The washroom stall in the café Peter had taken Gary to was much cleaner and roomier than the one in their office building. Gary was having no trouble finding things to grab onto while he recklessly drilled Peter’s ass. Everything was perfect, except that he shouldn’t be doing it.
This wasn’t like him. Make no mistake, he was no stranger to casual sex, but never during working hours, never sober, and certainly never twice with the same guy.
Peter grunted and slammed his hands against the cubicle wall.
“Gary, slow down,” Peter said, reaching back to calm Gary’s hips, easing their ferocity. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He laughed softly. “I’m having way too much fun.”
“We’ll be late getting back.”
“So.” Peter’s body tightened, then he gripped Gary’s thigh rather firmly. “Just stop …stop …for just …a second.” He exhaled deeply. “Aaron takes off all the time for extended lunches.”
“That’s different. He’s the boss.” Gary rocked his hips back, then hammered forward, sending a shock wave up Peter’s spine.
“Fuck—” Peter pressed his forehead into a corner of the cubicle, adjusted himself against the cold, metal wall, and wrapped his fingers securely over the upper edge of the frame. “Please, do that again …repeatedly.”
Gary bit aggressively at the soft, boyish curve of Peter’s neck and set his stance. By the time he was finished with Peter, he would have to peel Peter’s body off that fucking wall.
The books were a mess. The last year-end hadn’t been closed properly; there were duplicate invoices with differing tax codes; and a whole series of checks had been written out of sequence and left unreconciled at the bottom of a box.
Gary gripped his hair in exasperation as visions of government auditors danced in his head. A soft knock on his door snapped him back to reality.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Aaron asked. “I wanted to stop by to welcome you and see how you’re settling in.”
“I’ll be fine once I lynch whoever was doing your books before.”
Aaron laughed and cupped his hand to his mouth. “That would be my sister. I’ll be sure to send her your regards.”
Shaking his head in dismay, Gary stood. “I’m sorry. It’s a bit overwhelming. It’s going to take me a few weeks to get a handle on things …and there are going to be some significant fines for missed and incorrect filings.” He stopped to examine Aaron.
God, that man has the most incredible eyes.
“I expected there would be,” Aaron replied. “Just do your best and please, make use of your staff. I already have Karla in accounts payable reviewing the bank reconciliations, starting from the beginning of the last fiscal year. I kept finding random handwritten checks kicking around.”
He grinned at Gary. “Seriously freaked me out. Let me tell you.”
“You’re not the only one.” Gary smiled. “As long as they weren’t made out to random people, we’ll get them sorted.”
Aaron slammed his hands together enthusiastically. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
He turned to go, then spun back, and tucked his hands into his pockets. “Could you do me a favor? I know it’s your first day, but I was supposed to give Peter a ride home tonight. I’d promised him I would, but my husband has a special dinner planned, and I don’t want to be late for it.”
The back of Gary’s throat closed, threatening never to open again. He swallowed to free his voice. “Um …yeah. Sure. I could do that.” God, please no… “Doesn’t Peter have his own car?”
“No, he usually catches a ride home with his dad, but since Phil is out of town, I told Peter I’d give him a lift.”
“Wait …who is Peter’s dad?”
“Phil Pollier, the firm’s other partner.” Aaron laughed softly at Gary’s expression, then lowered his voice. “Did Peter not tell you who his father was before you fucked his brains out?”
Spots appeared in the periphery of Gary’s vision. This was it. His dream job—gone …all for a piece of ass. “How …how did you know about that?”
Aaron shifted forward and clapped Gary on the shoulder with an authority that made Gary’s stomach drop. “I didn’t, but you just totally confirmed it. I wasn’t even sure you were gay.”
Christ. Gary sank back into his chair. Way to get fired on the first day of work.
“Hey.” Aaron snapped his fingers to get Gary’s attention. “Don’t sweat it. Everyone knows Peter’s a bit of a whore, including his dad. Phil wouldn’t give it a second thought if he found out.”
“So …you don’t mind? You’re not going to fire me?”
“Fire you. Fuck, no. Just keep your dealings with Peter on the down-low. Most of the staff don’t know Peter’s gay, and he likes it that way.”
Gary swiped a hand across the back of his neck in relief.
“Don’t worry. It won’t happen again,” he said.
Aaron chuckled and tucked his arms across his chest. “I’m going to let you keep believing that because I find it amusing, but I have to warn you …Peter is relentless once he’s found a new toy. And that is all you are to him—a toy. Keep that in mind.”
Jeez, Aaron.
Talk about making him feel uncomfortable. Apparently, they’d moved on from professionalism in the workplace to overt familiarity.
“Peter’s just a kid,” Gary said.
“Yeah, a hot, intelligent, charismatic, and confident kid. Just be careful. You wouldn’t be the first guy Peter has managed to jerk around at the end of a nipple ring.”
Now there’s a visual I don’t need right now.
“Driving him home will be good for you.” Aaron leaned against the doorframe on his way out. “You can practice that ironclad restraint you’re so confident you can employ.”
Gary groaned.
More like marshmallow-clad.
The drive didn’t take long. Peter lived about twenty minutes outside of downtown in an eclectic apartment in what looked like an up-and-coming neighborhood. On the way there, he’d explained to Gary that he refused to be seen on the city bus and that he was currently hitting his dad up for a new car, which was why he needed a ride. Lame but believable.
“Do you want to come up for a drink?” Peter asked as he unclipped his seatbelt, reached into Gary’s lap, and stroked Gary’s already eager cock into compliance.
Gary’s breath escaped in short, shallow bursts. “Just one …then I have to get home.”
“Sure thing.” Peter winked at Gary, pulled himself out of the car, and leaned on the roof. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my boyfriend. You’re going to love him.”
Wait. Hold up.
“You have a boyfriend?”
Gary scrubbed at his face.
What the fuck are you doing?
Flinging his satchel onto a chair by the front door, Peter led Gary into the living room, where what appeared to be a seriously wrecked ‘emo twink’ was sitting beneath a haze of marijuana smoke, strumming an acoustic guitar and singing to himself.
Hell no. This isn’t happening.
Gary turned to leave, but Peter caught his arm, pulling him further into the room.
“This is my boyfriend, Justin. He’s a musician.” Peter reached for Justin’s head and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Justin, this here is Gary, the new accountant at work.”
Justin glanced up from beneath a mop of sleek black hair and heavy black eyeliner. “Hey, dude. What’s up?”
Gary rubbed furiously at his temple.
What the fuck am I doing? I’ve lost my fucking mind.
“Did you miss me today?” Peter asked as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.
Christ …no.
“Fuck, yeah,” Justin replied, then set the guitar to one side and slid down onto his knees at Peter’s feet. He rubbed Peter’s stiffening cock through his underwear, then ran his lips and tongue across the material, tasting and inhaling the heady scent Gary knew resided there.
A distinct shiver ran up Gary’s spine as Justin released Peter’s cock from its confines and unsheathed it, exposing the slick head, then pressed the silver ball riding his tongue around the ridge, sucking and sipping, and dipping the piercing into Peter’s slit.
Peter groaned, thrust his hips upwards, and clutched at Justin’s shirt. He deliberately caught Gary’s eyes and held them.
Reaching back, Gary sat in the chair behind him to watch.
Aaron was right.
He was so fucked.
The smell of Daniel’s signature beef stew and homemade buns greeted Gary as he walked in through the front door of their small apartment. He found a space for his briefcase amongst the empty moving boxes stacked near the front door and snuck into the kitchen to steal a bun before Daniel caught him.
“Gary, is that you?”
“Who else would it be?” Gary abandoned the bun he’d been attempting to abscond with and waded through another load of boxes on his way to the den. He peered around the corner and leaned against the doorframe, soaking in the sound of Daniel’s sewing machine whirring away. It was a welcome sound. It sounded like home, and it meant Daniel was feeling content.
“Well, I see you managed to get this room set up quickly,” Gary said as he wandered over closer to where Daniel was furiously trying to finish the last row of stitches on his latest creation.
“And the kitchen,” Daniel mumbled through the plethora of pins now gracing his lips. Gary removed them, one by one, and stuck them into a pincushion just out of Daniel’s reach.
“One of these days, you’re going to choke on one of those damn things.” Gary brushed an affectionate hand across the top of Daniel’s head and pulled up a stool to sit and watch for a few moments before the final knot was tied into place.
Daniel threw his hands up and removed the article of clothing he’d been working on from the machine. “Done and done! How was your first day of work?”
“Hold on,” Gary said as he stood and motioned for Daniel to do the same. “Let’s take a look at what you’ve been working on first.”
Gary grinned. The excitement in Daniel’s eyes was palpable as he slipped them on.
“Do you like them?” Daniel turned so Gary could see all sides of the new pants.
“They look amazing on you.” Gary reached forward and stroked his fingers down the sharp pleats. “I love the fabric.”
“Well, you have good taste because I spoke to Bridgette again from the boutique down the road, and she says if I make an assortment of sizes, she’ll feature them in her front window.”
“Oh, that’s fantastic!” Gary grinned and pulled Daniel into his arms, fully enveloping his small frame. “I told you you’d find buyers for your clothes right away.”
Daniel laid a hand on Gary’s cheek. “It’s certainly a relief. Now let’s hear about your day. Were the books a disaster zone?”
He motioned for Gary to follow him out into the kitchen, where he began fussing about, finding the bowls and cutlery for dinner.
“They’re my worst nightmare, and my masochistic puzzle fetish all rolled into one. I spent most of the day working out a game plan for straightening up the whole mess.”
“You’ll do it.”
“I sure the hell hope so.”
Daniel removed the beginnings of a salad from the fridge and began dressing it. Pecans, dried cranberries, and Parmesan cheese. “Any cute guys?” he asked.
Gary exhaled through a laugh, shaking his head.
“Yeah, there’s one guy, Peter. Totally hot, but it turns out, he’s Phil Pollier’s son.”
“No—” Daniel brushed a few specks of Parmesan cheese off his fingers. “Is he gay?”
“Ah …yeah, definitely. Peter hit on me first thing this morning in the men’s room off the main lobby. I went in there to make sure I was presentable before I headed up to the office.” Gary gasped out a laugh. “And ended up a complete mess.”
Daniel leaned against the counter and tucked his arms across his stomach, smiling.
“Did you blow him?” he asked.
“Blew him this morning, fucked him at lunch, and finished a three-way with him and his boyfriend about half an hour ago.”
“Well, haven’t you been the busy boy? I’m surprised you got any work done.” Daniel smirked mischievously, then ran his hands down the front of Gary’s shirt and tweaked his nipples through the fabric. “Does he have a nice cock, this Peter?”
“It’s all right, I guess. A little too thick, long, lush, and glossy for my liking.” Gary grinned as Daniel snorted out a laugh.
“Did you eat his ass?”
“I may have—”
Stretching up onto his toes, Daniel steadied himself by grasping onto Gary’s shoulders. He brushed his nose across Gary’s lips, sending warm tendrils of longing deep into Gary’s gut.
His soft breath dusted across Gary’s chin.
Gary’s heart rate increased.
Please, Daniel…
“Mm …you did,” Daniel said. “I can still smell him on you.” He dropped back down onto his heels and smacked Gary’s arm. “That’s disgusting …go have a shower.”
Gary stepped back, his emotions twisting into bands of ongoing anguish. “Goddammit, Daniel. I hate when you wind me up and get me going like that.”
“Isn’t that what best friends are for?” Daniel shouted after Gary, who’d taken off down the hallway. “To call you out on your extreme skankiness.” He beamed happily as he went back to preparing dinner and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Come to my table, and eat my food, smelling like spunk and ass …I think not.”
After Gary was presentable, dinner went over well with a nice bottle of wine and some fruit tarts Daniel had picked up from a bakery down the street. Gary made a point of packing away five additional homemade buns, spread thickly with strawberry jam, while watching a movie later that night, which pleased Daniel immensely. Daniel enjoyed cooking, and Gary was happy to oblige by eating everything set before him.
“That’s it,” Daniel said, peeling himself off the sofa as the movie came to an end. “I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.”
Gary stretched out his shoulders, yawning, and hauled his aching body down the hallway. It felt like he might’ve pulled something during the day’s activities. He’d have to track down a massage therapist tomorrow and find a good gym. If he didn’t work out for a couple of hours each day, Daniel’s cooking had a tendency to stick in all the wrong places—except on Daniel. Nothing stuck to Daniel’s petite, lithe frame, and he’d never worked out a day in his life.
By the time Gary finished brushing his teeth and locating the flannel shorts he liked to sleep in, Daniel was already curled up in bed, looking as if he was almost asleep. Gary climbed in carefully to not disturb him and settled in to watch Daniel’s chest rise and fall in soft, steady, serene breaths. He resisted the temptation to stroke the gentle curves of Daniel’s face as he drifted off. It hadn’t always been that way, that intense peacefulness.
He and Daniel had been close in high school, but they’d lost touch after graduating. Seven years ago, they’d bumped into each other at a coffee shop, their friendship had resumed …and they’d been sharing an apartment ever since.
Then two years ago, Daniel had crawled into his bed, seeking a sense of security and peace, and he’d never left. They hadn’t even bothered bringing a second bed with them for this move.
Ever since he’d brought Daniel home from the hospital, he’d never slept in his own bed again. It had been a Friday night, and Gary had stayed late at work rather than heading out with Daniel as he’d promised. That night, two years ago, Daniel had been attacked in the parking lot behind the gay bar they often frequented. It was something he’d never forgive himself for.
Gary sighed and tucked himself closer to Daniel’s body, inhaling the sweet scent of the cocoa butter moisturizer Daniel used on his skin. This was his happy, contented place, next to Daniel. Next to the most loving and beautiful man he’d ever known.
“Are you still awake?” Daniel asked, shifting so he’d be facing Gary, then used a soft fingertip to wipe away the few stray tears that had escaped Gary’s eyes and were trailing down his cheek.
“Yeah. I was watching you sleep.” Gary closed his eyes as his forehead came to rest against Daniel’s, his breathing shallow with uncertainty.
A tentative hand came to rest on his face, then lovingly tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear. “Do you think you have enough energy left for one more fuck?”
“I wish you wouldn’t call it that,” Gary said. “You’re more than just a fuck.”
When Daniel had first crawled into his bed, it had been entirely platonic, but after a few weeks of sleeping together, sometimes waking up practically on top of each other, morning erections poking every which way …things had slowly changed.
It had started with a kiss. A simple kiss pressed to Daniel’s lips when he’d awoken to find Daniel’s face plastered against his cheek. After that kiss, they’d begun exploring each other’s bodies. The kissing had led to hand jobs, and the hand jobs had led to blowjobs.
Now they were full-on making love to each other almost every night …but their intimacy stopped at the bedroom door.
Daniel had made it clear they weren’t a couple—that they’d never be a couple, which had worked fine for the first few months …but then Gary had fallen in love with him.
Deep—hard …painfully in love.
His emotions fell apart after that. He’d started fucking around with random guys to distract himself from the reality that Daniel, the man he loved, viewed him strictly as a fuck buddy.
The most painful part …Daniel enjoyed hearing about his sexual encounters.
“Mm …that may be the case,” Daniel replied. “But I still want you to fuck me. You can start by kissing me with that dirty mouth of yours.”
“Hey, I had a shower and brushed my teeth.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Daniel shuffled out of his pajama bottoms and layered himself on top of Gary’s body, grinding his dick against the soft fabric of Gary’s shorts. “I want you to tell me exactly what you did today with Peter and his boyfriend.”
Gary groaned, resigned. “Well …I just watched them for quite a while. Peter’s boyfriend has one seriously talented mouth. He got Peter so fucking hard.”
“How hard?” With a throaty laugh, Daniel swept his hand down Gary’s body, slipped it beneath the band of his shorts, and began stroking Gary’s rock-hard cock. “This hard?”
“I don’t know that you can properly assess the hardness of a cock with your hand.”
Gary grinned. He loved their banter.
At least I’m able to be with him.
For now, anyway.
Gary sighed with anticipation as Daniel scurried down his body, making quick work of his shorts. His hips rolled up to meet Daniel’s moist lips, then pulled free of them—then pushed up further, gracing the back of Daniel’s willing throat before retreating.
His body trembled as Daniel began humming softly, the vibration of sound surrounding his cock as he thrust it in and out of Daniel’s hot, slick, eager mouth.
Fuck, that feels amazing. Always so fucking amazing.
Daniel released Gary’s cock from his mouth and flicked briefly at the tip. “What happened next …with Peter and his boyfriend?”
“Mm …Peter started finger-fucking himself. You should’ve seen him thrusting almost his entire hand into his ass.” Gary groaned and ran his hand back and forth across his chest.
“Then what?” Daniel asked. “Did you go after the office slut’s ass?”
“No.” Gary shook his head. “Peter’s boyfriend had squirmed out of his pants, and he had the cutest blue and pink tattoo of a unicorn on his left cheek. And you know me …I’m a sucker for fine art on a hot piece of ass.”
Daniel laughed, and his warm breath tickled the hairs between Gary’s legs. “What did the unicorn taste like?”
“I don’t know. I lost focus when unicorn boy arched his back and tipped his ass up as if he were trying to tease the cum right out of my balls with that perfect little pink hole of his.”
Gary grasped Daniel’s dark, wavy hair, running his fingers through it. “He let out the most incredible sound like he was in pain, and the only way to stop that pain was to fuck him with my tongue, my fingers, my dick …anything.”
Daniel placed his chin on Gary’s thigh.
“Did you ease poor unicorn boy’s pain?” he asked.
“Of course …I couldn’t let the little unicorn suffer like that.”
Daniel snorted in amusement, then swung his body around and straddled Gary’s chest backward. “You’re a regular patron saint of aching asses,” he said, then sucked Gary’s cock into his mouth, only relenting for a moment when the first hot surge of Gary’s tongue pressed against his tight ring. He gasped as Gary slammed his hands down onto his ass to spread him wider.
Gary didn’t think he’d be able to hold out much longer if Daniel kept humming contentedly while he deep-throated him. Daniel’s technique was like sticking your dick into a warm, moist vibrator.
He tapped Daniel’s ass to get him to relent.
“On your back for me,” he said.
There was no witty response from Daniel. Only silence. He stared down into Daniel’s eyes once Daniel was beneath him and shivered with expectation as Daniel placed a hand on his face. He pressed his lips to Daniel’s, daring to express his love as he caressed them with his own.
Daniel’s hand swept up his back as he eased his dick into him. There would be no frantic pace, no grunting, or aggressive slamming of Daniel’s ass. Only easy, loving strokes that encouraged the most gorgeous, arousing sounds to slip through Daniel’s lips.
He leaned in closer, slipped his arms under Daniel’s shoulders, and tucked his face against Daniel’s neck as he brushed Daniel’s temples with his thumbs.
“I don’t ever want this to end,” Gary said.
“Have to …my ass …would get …awful …sore.”
Gary brushed his lips across Daniel’s ear, then kissed it.
“That’s not what I meant,” he whispered.
“I know …but I don’t …want to talk …about it …right now. Right now …need you …to fuck me.”
Gary stopped the rocking of his hips and rubbed his forehead against Daniel’s shoulder, practically in tears. “I’ve already fucked two guys today. I won’t ever fuck you.”
“Christ, Gary …” Daniel sighed, then lifted Gary’s face away from his shoulder and softly kissed his lips. “Then make love to me.” He brushed his fingertips along the lines creasing Gary’s forehead. “Please don’t read too much into it, but you’re right. It’s not the same as fucking.”
The story continues …
