Entry tags:

ares, coyote

I had it all planned out before you met me
Who:​ Chris & Daniel.
What:​​ Daniel takes a very drunk Chris home.
Where:​​ Last Stop, briefly, then Pax Letale.
When: Directly after the St. Paddy's Day thread, then Saturday morning.
Rating: NC-17 for M/M. SOOO much M/M.

Disentangling Chris from the bar and his tea-spilling companion had been no small feat, but Daniel had managed all the same. Ten minutes into the conversation he had known that in another ten -- perhaps less -- it would be nigh impossible to keep his promises. Hands off, he had said; going as friends, he had agreed. Even now, with the cool outside air on his skin and the sobering sounds of the city all around him, he could still feel Chris's hands on his waist and the heat that lingered on his cheeks from it. He tried to focus on the task at hand: half leading, half carrying Chris to his car -- a late-model Subaru WRX STI, its bright blue coat gleaming like it had just rolled off a showroom floor -- helping him into the passenger's seat and ensuring his seatbelt was fastened. This done, he circled the sedan, giving the spoiler a little loving tap with his fingertips as he passed. Then he slid into the driver's seat and set off for home.

"Well?" Daniel asked, a grin playing on his lips. He changed lanes, cutting a look over at Chris even as he downshifted. "How'd I do?"

Chris was equally hardpressed in keeping his hands off of Daniel; one had slipped, moving down the man's backside as they'd made their way from barstool to passenger seat; music poured out of the speakers, making Chris have to raise his voice to be heard. Even now, his left hand was on Daniel's upper arm, the rest of him pressed back against the seat, head against the headrest as his eyes raked over Daniel's form.

"Pretty good," he replied, his expression mirroring Daniel's. "Dressed like that, and you behaved, so... Maybe 4.5/5." The only reason why Daniel wasn't getting 5/5 was simply because Chris knew it would chafe the other man to have scored anything below perfect.

True to form, Daniel reacted immediately. "You serious right now?" He laughed, shaking his head as he blew through a caution light just as it changed over to red. "I behaved in spite of you putting your hands on my ass and the two of you talkin' about who's a screamer. I deserve six outta five for that shit and you know it." He flashed a grin, feeling Chris's eyes on him. "A lesser man would'a had you up against a bathroom stall, talkin' like that. But I'm a gentleman."

"Starting to think I might not've said no," Chris replied, his hand squeezing the other man's tricep. Daniel arched a brow. "Rules are a little overrated, and bathroom sex is fun." He glanced only momentarily out the windshield, shaking his head. "Why the fuck are you driving like a maniac? You wanna get pulled over?"

His brows bobbed up and down, a smile creasing his face. "Oh, that gives me a fun idea for some role play. But still, I guess those manners only extended to the party's front door, huh? You need to slow down, chico, my dick's not going anywhere."

"You are unreal," Daniel laughed. "And at least four sheets to the wind. You don't get to comment on my driving when everything is probably a blur to you right now." He nodded down toward the radio. "Why don't you occupy yourself with findin' us some music? Give those hands somethin' to do."

Daniel prayed that brief distraction would buy him time to get his low key date home without further incident. If this was a test, he was sure he was failing. Every careless touch and suggestive comment made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. In spite of his snark he did slow down, knowing well what a handful Chris would be in this state, should they be unlucky enough to attract a cop's attention. He was unspeakably grateful that Pax loomed closer by the minute.

Chris was mostly amenable to Daniel's suggestion, parting his hand from Daniel's upper arm with one last squeeze. He turned his attention to the radio, flipping through channels until a familiar beat poured from the speakers.

"God, this one is getting played to death but it's easy to see why," Chris said, turning up the volume and starting to sing along, the Spanish clear and crisp and flowing as easily as water over stone. "I made this one for him, When he hears it, I want to be there to see it, When he finds out and knows that you I own you," he said as he leaned over to poke Daniel in the side again, getting emphatic with his mouth and his hands, dancing in his seat a little against the confining embrace of his seatbelt and his brace's complaints against the tight pull of the cloth of his pants. "Maybe it sounds a little bad, I know, and it does not look right, Everything is for you."

He leaned closer over to Daniel as the other man struggled to concentrate on driving, switching to English for Daniel's benefit. "Baby, I feel you," his hand straying along the edge of Daniel's pants. "I know you feel you're mine..."

Daniel swatted at Chris's hand, but it was only a half-hearted motion. His brow seemed shaped into a permanent arch, as sharp as the quirk of his smile. His dark eyes shone with an impish light as he looked to Chris, as though he was seeing him for the very first time. Alcohol, Daniel thought, had a way of revealing hidden facets; he wondered how much of this side of his companion he would have cause to see again.

"God I wish I had a hand free right now," Daniel teased. His fingers tightened on the gearshift, reminding him of his work at hand. "I'd film this so fast, you don't even know. St. Patrick's Day 2017, when the guy who wouldn't be seen with me in public serenaded me and copped a feel."

"Mhm," Chris hummed back at him, frowning. "Well, I've got two free hands, and I'm gonna do way more than cop a feel..." He made the seatbelt strain as he leaned further forward, one hand diving for under Daniel's waistline.

"Boy, I will hit these brakes so quick..." Daniel squirmed in his seat, pressing himself against the driver's side door. His attempt at appearing serious failed dramatically; he could barely suppress his laughter, or his relief at seeing their building looming ahead of them. He downshifted and pulled into the parking deck, making only the barest effort to avoid Chris's pawing as he did. A quiet, frustrated growl reverberated low in his throat.

Once they were parked, Daniel could not but admit to himself he did not actually want to leave. He was having fun, and sobriety and somber Chris would return soon enough. But he sighed, and lifted himself from the driver's seat, circling the car to retrieve his passenger.

"Out you get," he said, helping Chris out of the deep seats. "Let's try to make it to the elevator without makin' Stephan think I roofied you, okay?" Chris wrapped his hands with Daniel's, pulling himself to his feet; those same hands quickly released Daniel's and moved to his waist. He pressed his body flush to Daniel's, hands sliding down the back of Daniel's pants.

"Why? You think he'd wanna join us?" His profile leaned into Daniel's, mouth nibbling on the corner of the other man's lips. "Maybe the second time, I'm not up for sharing right now."

Daniel laughed. "You're not up for a lot of things right now," he said.

He led Chris through the lobby. Stephen greeted them with upraised, perfectly penciled brows, eyeshadow glittering green beneath them. Daniel nodded, his face apologetic as they shuffled over to the elevator; Chris waved a hand, waggling fingers in the concierge's direction, which Stephan returned. Daniel was grateful when the doors closed on them, though it seemed he could still sense Stephan's appraising gaze on them both. He quickly thumbed the button for the second floor, and the car jerked quickly to life.

"All right. Couple more steps and we're good to go." Daniel's keys jingled in his hand. He got the door open on the second try, then kicked it open with his foot; Chris was not much help getting inside, though he did mostly follow Daniel's direction. Inside, the apartment was quiet and dim, illuminated only by a single light in the kitchen. He flipped on another that lit up the living room, and the little hall that led into the single bedroom.

Chris started tugging him in that direction, hands back in Daniel's pants. "Oh I'm pretty sure you've been good to go for awhile now," he murmured, pressing a kiss on the slightly taller man. One hand slid over the front of Daniel's pants, groping his member with an audacity he normally would not have shown. "Bedroom? We could still have a bathroom fuck, though not as fun as a dirty stall in a dive bar."

Daniel groaned aloud, frustration and intense, long put-off need bringing color to his cheeks. He reached down, gripping Chris's wrist in a loose but unyielding circle. "Yes," he said, lifting Chris's hand from his pants. "You are definitely going to the bedroom. But only after we take care of a few other things." He lifted one finger in front of Chris's face. "You wait right here."

He tugged at his jeans, trying and largely failing to pull clinging denim away from his burgeoning arousal. Muttering to himself, he made his way to the bathroom, returning with three ibuprofen cupped in his palm. He handed these and a bottle of water, fresh from the chilly crisper drawer in his fridge, to Chris.

Chris glanced down at the offerings, taking them with a hesitant touch. He laughed, softly, a little confused. "You trying to be my mom? Because I thought we were gonna have a good time. You're kinda killing my buzz, right now."

"Good, cos I don't want you pukin' on my sheets." Daniel smiled down at him. "Trust me. We are gonna have a good time. I already have, to be honest with you." He moved closer to Chris, his hands coming to rest on his hips. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to his lips, tasting sweetness and liquor layered over the other man's already familiar flavor. Straightening up, he sighed at his own utterly reasonable, completely unwanted behavior. He took Chris's free hand and led him toward the couch. "C'mon," he said. "Finish up that water an' we'll see what's on TV."

Chris followed, a pace or two behind as the excitement in his chest dulled. He was seriously beginning to wonder if he'd done something wrong. Taking one quick swig of the water bottle, he let it sit on Daniel's worn coffee table, the condensation from around the bottle already creating a ring of moisture on the tabletop. He let Daniel settle into the couch first, following closely behind; he was genuinely surprised when Daniel clicked the TV remote and turned the box on, filling the otherwise quiet apartment with the sound of commercials and network drama.

"Is this you trying to play hard to get?" He leaned over Daniel's shoulder, one hand running over the other man's chest, one last ploy to see if he could crack Daniel's suddenly steely resolve. Daniel sighed, content, and shifted a bit closer to his guest. "I guess I kinda deserve that, but I'm seriously saying you don't have to, not right this second..." That hand moved down to Daniel's pants again, this time popping the button of his fly loose.

"Hey." Daniel's grip was gentle but firm when he grasped Chris's fingers. The pad of his thumb brushed soft over his skin. "It's not like that. Okay?"

Chris sat up, as well as he could manage with his leg, brushing off Daniel's hand, his face a red, angry scowl of frustration. "So what is it, then? Why the fuck am I here if you're not gonna let me fuck you? You wanna go the other way around? Because that's fine, I don't care, you're just seriously fucking confusing me right now. All those fucking dates where you acted like you wanted to drill me into the furniture and now all of a sudden you're not interested? What the fuck?"

Daniel's brow furrowed, fresh color blooming in his cheeks. Though he would never have admitted it aloud, he looked -- and felt -- painfully embarrassed. "Jesus, dude. No. It's…" He pulled a hand through his hair. One thick black lock swept over his eyes, pushed away as quickly as it had fallen.

"You're drunk. And that's cool, whatever, that's what this dumb holiday is for. But I'm not gonna jump you when you're not thinkin' straight." He buttoned his jeans, then spread his hands wide, something akin to an apology written beneath every word. "If you sober up and you still wanna fuck me, believe me, I'll have your clothes off before you can finish askin' the question. But this isn't how it's gonna happen."

Chris blinked, offense and disbelief clear in his expression. "Seriously? This is gonna be some moral thing? You finally get a taste of who I really am, yeah, I kinda figured that'd turn you off." He shook his head, turning away from the other man. "Couldn't even keep it fucking together for one evening, you know, that's your fault for even wanting to go out. I was nervous, OK? I haven't done stuff like this, really, ever, sorry that I don't live up to your expectations of how shit is supposed to be. Fuck."

He struggled up off the couch, though where he was headed was not clear as he wobbled on his brace, trying to make his feet function despite contradictory messages from his brain.

Daniel rose with him, reaching out to grab Chris's arm. "Man it's not about expectations, and I'm damn straight not turned off. I've spent the last hour thinkin' every boner-killing thought I can come up with and it's still not really workin'." He let go of Chris, but stepped closer all the same. He tried for a smile. "I've had a great time tonight. You're funny as hell, you look fine as fuck, and it's nice to see you relax a little. I just… I need to know it's you talkin' and not the booze. Be mad at me if you want, but I mean that."

He gestured down to the sofa. "C'mon, man. Just stay here for a while. Let's chill out and watch some TV and just enjoy the night. Okay?"

Chris regarded Daniel for a moment, blinking as he seemed to wait for the joke to reveal itself. His hands made loose fists at his sides, pulsing open and closed as his mind oscillated between desires and emotions. Finally, he sniffled, wiping his nose and his face with the back of one hand.

"Okay, one, you're making it really hard for me to not want to jump you even more, and two, why are you trying so fucking hard with this? With me?" He stared at Daniel in confusion. "I swear, I'm not worth all this trouble. Everything I touch turns to fucking shit. I guarantee I'll do something to fuck up your life, too." The alcohol in his system was now making him veer in the other direction, his emotions continuing to boil over as his eyes stung with hot tears.

Daniel's smile turned sad, muted with emotion he did not dare attempt to name. He reached out again, and this time his hand was gentle where it curved around Chris's arm. "Look. You want the truth? I like you. And I like a challenge. And I think you are worth it, so." He shrugged. "I'm a pain in the ass, too. I make things difficult, too. That doesn't mean I want people to give up on me. So why would I do that to you?" He tugged at Chris's arm, pulling him closer.

Chris stopped himself for a moment, regarding Daniel anew. Then he let the other man's tug pull him into his orbit, arms easily finding their way around Daniel's torso. He smelled good; liquor and cigarette smoke from the bar, but other things, too. Aftershave, soap, the musky scent that was all his own as Chris aligned his profile with Daniel's.

"Sometimes I think you're not fucking real. You're so fucking pretty, it hurts to look at you," he muttered, his eyes closed. Daniel smiled, but kept his silence. "And now you're fucking nice on top of that. Okay, let's sit. TV. Whatever. I just wanna stay here; I don't wanna go." The last words were almost pleading, as though Daniel had made some unspoken ultimatum that only he had heard. He stumbled back toward the couch, pushing Daniel with him as much as he could until they were seated on its cushions again. He tucked his face into the hollow of Daniel's throat, more content to be there than watching the boob tube a short stone's throw across the living room.

Daniel never registered what he had turned on. The television droned on, flicking from commercial to show and back again. All the while he was content to simply hold Chris against him, breathing him in, reassuring himself that he had made the right choice. His right hand stroked lazy patterns down Chris's back; his left rested on the arm of the couch, propping them both up as one mindless program bled into another.

After the second round of nodding off and starting uncomfortably awake, Daniel tapped Chris on the shoulder. "Let's go lay down," he said, flipping off the television. "This couch is good, but it isn't this good."

Chris had already been half asleep; he started, pulling back from Daniel as he nodded. He let the other man guide him toward the bedroom, easily and sleepily stripping himself of his clothing down to his underwear; the green shirt and jeans went to the floor, along with his shoes and socks. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, thick and unwieldy fingers undoing his brace. Once the straps were off and he was free of it, he scooted backward into the bed, all but falling on top of Daniel amid the comforter and sheets. His arms went back around the other man, pulling him close, his mouth nuzzling at Daniel's for the reassurance of his lips and his teeth and his tongue. Daniel returned his gesture in kind, kissing him gently, each soft motion slowing, then fading to nothing as they drifted off to sleep.

* * *


Daniel awoke the next morning still entangled in his guest's embrace. He blinked sleepily, opening his eyes by slow degrees. A smile crept over his face as this new and unexpected reality sank in. He stretched, but only a little, cracking his back while doing his best to avoid rousing Chris. But he couldn't help himself; he pressed a kiss to his forehead, just below his sleep-tousled hair.

The small touch made Chris scrunch his nose; he shied back, eyes opening to regard his surroundings with some suspicion. When that same gaze landed on Daniel, he markedly relaxed, though only for a moment before memory set in.

"Fuck," he murmured, rolling onto his back and wiping his face with one hand. The blanket fell far enough to expose the top half of his chest. Fingers kneaded his temples. "I haven't been that drunk since... I can't remember when." He cast a sidelong glance at Daniel. "Did I... Was I singing? Jay's bar doesn't have karaoke..."

"No it does not." Daniel's voice was still rough with sleep, but his amusement was plain all the same. "You sang in my car. Pretty sexy." Daniel chuckled, his grin widening. Between his expression and the cowlick making one lock of hair stand on end, he looked younger than his years. He shifted onto his side and snuggled closer, grateful for the basketball shorts, sheets, and comforter that concealed his stirring arousal. His hand moved over Chris's bare chest, bitten nails scratching at fair skin. "Lucky you I can't film, drive, and shift at the same time."

Chris's face flushed a deep crimson, which he tried to hide behind both hands. Much to his chagrin, the color wasn't fading anytime soon. His arms slid to either side of his form, one looping behind Daniel's neck and shoulders.

"I must be blessed if that's the case, because I can only imagine what you would've done with the film." He turned to the other man, warm and close. Teeth raked over his bottom lip, eyes moved over Daniel's face. "I seem to recall you doing a lot of good things last night, like calming me down. Lucky me." He flicked Daniel's nose with his own. "I probably would've kicked me out."

"Nah." Daniel dragged out the word, shaking his head against his pillow. "It was nothin'. I told you, I had fun. I wanted you to stay." He kissed the tip of Chris's nose, still warm from his deep blush. His shoulders rolled to settle him deeper into the crook of Chris's arm. "An' I'm glad you did. How you feelin'? Ready for more water? Breakfast?"

Chris nodded, though he made no motion to move away. "Yeah, both sound good, though I don't know how you're gonna get either done without moving from this bed. Because I don't intend to let you get up." He rolled further into Daniel's form, a contented sigh melting into a kiss as he brought his mouth over Daniel's; his tongue traced the seam of the other man's lips, his body rolling enough to half lay on Daniel. He pulled back a bare millimeter. "First I have some rewarding to get out of the way, because you abided by the rules. Good boys get treats." A hand trailed over Daniel's side, fingers and palm smoothing down over warm, bare flesh, then under the waistband of Daniel's basketball shorts to his backside.

"Oh yeah?" Daniel grinned against Chris's mouth. He pressed himself closer, his left arm draped over Chris's bare shoulders, nails sinking into skin to draw him near. Heat pooled low in his belly. Anticipation threaded tingling warmth through his limbs. He drew the swell of his partner's lower lip between his teeth, sucking lightly, dark eyes on his all the while. He wanted so much, and had for what felt like so long, he did not trust himself to act -- at least, until he was invited.

"Well what did you have in mind?"

As if in answer, Chris grabbed a handful of Daniel's ass, pulling one cheek wide from its moorings. He coupled the motion with another kiss, his mouth drinking deep of the other man as his tongue thrust over Daniel's in a show of demanding desire, his other hand snaking around the man's other side, though not quite able to reach its destination. He started to roll Daniel over onto his back, but then seemed to rethink the motion. He pulled back, his mouth close enough to brush Daniel's lips. "I think you should put that ass in the air and let me have a go at it."

The sound Daniel made was more moan than laugh, though it had enough of both in it to easily recognize. His body responded quickly and unequivocally. "You sure you're not still drunk?" he teased. Chris shrugged, not completely dispelling the idea. Daniel moved to his knees, sheets pooling around them, shorts and boxers pulled down by the insistent press of Chris's hand. He leaned down over Chris, kissing him deeply, with all the hunger he had tried to restrain over the course of their handful of dates. His teeth scraped over Chris's mouth as he drew away.

Daniel stayed on his knees as he stripped, tossing his clothes to the floor, forgotten the moment he was free of them. What modesty and uncertainty he had felt during their earlier fight was gone. He watched Chris as he complied; an unexpected thrill coursed through him as he raised his hips and pressed his cheek to the pillow, his hands neatly folded beneath it. "Okay." Lust edged his tone, making it rough and low. "Now what?"

"Now," Chris replied, kissing Daniel once more as his hand cupped the man's face, following that with a number of bites along his lips, side of his mouth, and jawline as he rose and sat up on his legs alongside Daniel's right, "I get to find out how much of a screamer you really are." That same hand smoothed down over Daniel's throat, to his shoulder, down his back. Chris traced a line in its wake with his teeth, indenting Daniel's golden skin with red marks all the way down to the small of his back and finally his ass, moving slowly and carefully (mostly to mask the fact that his right leg required that much more help), until he was situated right behind the other man.

"Get that ass up there." He smacked one cheek, a red outline taking up one-half of Daniel's right cheek. That same hand snaked down Daniel's asscrack, probing fingers finding the tight hole scant inches away from his partially erect member. Chris grabbed handfuls of Daniel's ass, pulling the cheeks apart, letting them slap back together twice before letting a thumb tease at Daniel's asshole. He could feel his cock twitch, gaze sliding up Daniel's back to watch the other man writhe beneath his hands.

With heavy-lidded eyes Daniel watched Chris move, shifting on the pillow to see him over the line of his own shoulder. He spread his knees wider on the bed. His arousal hung heavy between his legs. He slipped one hand beneath himself, gripping his length as his free hand wrapped in the sheets below the pillow. "Jesus," he breathed. He shifted again, lifting his ass higher up to Chris's firm hand. He stroked himself in time with each teasing touch. He pushed back into his hand, his smile hidden by the slope of his shoulder, but evident in his voice. "Never guessed you had a mouth like that. Filthy."

"Yeah, it's not something I trot out for the every day," Chris replied, bending low to bring that filthy mouth to Daniel's backside. "You like?" Teeth sank deep into taut skin, leaving a red, oval imprint. Daniel's long, low moan was answer enough. Hands guided Daniel's ass further up, fingers pulling his cheeks aside to give his mouth full access to the other man's tight hole. His tongue circled the fissure, then pressed deep, delving as far as he could against straining muscles that prevented his passage. "Relax," he said, his breath moving over sensitive skin; his hands parted Daniel's ass again, tonguing him once more before spitting and following with two fingers that stretched the other man wide.

A shudder raced down Daniel's spine. His back bowed, lifting his body to the press of slick fingers. It was difficult to obey when every inch of his body hummed with want and need; the first time with any new lover was always a thrill, but after a bit of a dry spell and then weeks on the chase, it was all Daniel could do to stop himself begging for more. His hand wrapped tighter around himself, stroking softly as Chris's fingers pushed deeper.

Daniel whispered a curse; his next breath was a sharp sigh drawn in through smiling lips. His eyes had fallen nearly shut, though he still watched his partner from beneath thick, lowered lashes. After a moment, his hips subtly rolled, pushing him down onto Chris's hand. Chris pumped the fingers inside Daniel, withdrawing and inserting once, twice, thrice, the feeling of Daniel's sphincter squeezing just those small appendages exciting him for what was to come next. He pulled his hand out, replacing it with his mouth and his tongue for a few minutes, drawing swirls over Daniel's tight asshole as the other man moaned anew. He felt like he could have stayed there for much longer, but his hard cock gave him other ideas.

Pressing its length between Daniel's cheeks, he thrust forward teasingly, sliding the engorged member up and down Daniel's ass. "Condoms?" He tried to be joking, but his voice cracked ever so slightly. "Lube?" His hips drove forward again, one hand smacking Daniel's left ass cheek.

"Top drawer," Daniel rasped. He shuddered under Chris's hands, mindlessly pressing back up against him. His head turned on the pillow; he gestured to the bedside table, making useless grasping motions at it, as unwilling to move as he was to have Chris's welcome warmth leave him. Even the slight retreat of his fingers and his achingly perfect mouth was nearly too much to bear. His foot slid back and forth on Chris's leg, hungry for every touch he could manage in his position. "And Jesus, hurry up…"

"Good things come to those who wait," Chris teased back, though he certainly felt as impatient as Daniel sounded. He moved as quickly as he was able without his brace, his leg almost feeling like dead weight; without needing to put the whole of his weight on it, he was more mobile than he should have been, and he was quickly behind Daniel once more, sheathing himself in silicone and dabbing a generous amount of Gun Oil; a sarcastic remark balanced on the tip of his tongue at the ridiculous choice, but it was something he could save for later. He pressed himself again to Daniel's ass, sliding back and forth in the slick column between each cheek. He could feel Daniel shivering beneath his fingers, each hand wrapped around a warm hip, and he found he didn't want to wait any longer. With one hand, he pressed the tip of his member to Daniel's hole, feeling the flesh around it expand to admit him with one firm, hard thrust.

"Fuck, that's good," he groaned as quietly as he could, having gone so long without any sexual contact making his head spin from just the initial feeling. With his hands grasping Daniel's hips hard enough to bruise, he stayed flush against the other man for a moment, before pulling back halfway and jutting forward again, slamming home to the hilt as he started a slow, hard rhythm.

What began as another low curse drew out into a long, labored moan. Daniel's hands twisted in the sheets beneath him, holding him steady. He raised himself just above the bed, his hips rolling to meet Chris's next deep thrust. "Oh my God." His knees shook against the mattress. He bit his lip against a further cry, unwilling to prove Chris right about him so soon. But another hard thrust, another clenching of Chris's hands around his hips, and his wordless exclamation broke free.

Again his hand moved beneath him, passing lightly over one pebbled nipple before wrapping around his own cock. He looked back to Chris, his dark gaze passing over his face before meeting and holding his eyes. "Fuck."

"Damn right," Chris echoed back at him, continuing his thrusts with a well-timed beat. His head fell back for a moment, eyes slipping closed before he focused on Daniel's face in front of him; his right leg ached from the exertion, slowing his thrusts. He stopped, still inserted, a hand slipping down to tug at Daniel's leg. "Lay down, it'll....that'll make this easier."

After one last pass of his hand over his arousal, Daniel moved as he was bid. The slight trembling in his legs was less noticeable when they were stretched out between Chris's, but the need that had caused it remained exceedingly clear. He reached behind him, grasping for any flesh within reach, pulling Chris back down to him. Chris grabbed his hand, letting it wrap around his hip; his attention was elsewhere as the new position had him slipping deeper into Daniel's backside. He put both hands flat on the bedspread, holding himself aloft as he started thrusting anew. From this position, with the mattress beneath him adding extra spring, his thrusts remained short and quick, the epitome of 'drilling' deep and hard and fast into the man beneath him.

Chris's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the sensation, and after two straight minutes he slowed, panting, trying to pull himself back from coming too quickly. Daniel did not help matters. His nails dug into Chris's hip as he found the new rhythm and matched it with small, sharp snaps of his own. Again he bit his lip nearly to bleeding, but a hoarse moan left him all the same.

When it did, a dam seemed to burst. Every press of Chris's body into his was met with a soft, plaintive cry. His hips rolled, taking him deeper, pressing his back to his partner's sweat-slick chest. "Talk to me," he whispered, cutting himself off with another small sound. His thumb dug into the hard line of Chris's hip, pulling him into the next slow thrust.

"God, you feel good," was the reply, as he gave another round of half-bent, quick thrusts, spreading his legs to position himself better atop the other man. One hand moved to Daniel's back, the warm flesh a curved plane beneath his palm. He didn't want to say that it had been a while, but that seemed already incredibly clear. He slowed once more, grinning to himself. "Man I feel sorry for your neighbors," was his last comment before he started in again, his thrusts making the bedsprings creak, the headboard beat against the wall. He moaned through his own pleasure, the hand on Daniel's back sliding to the side to find better purchase for his movements.

"I don't." Daniel's laugh spun out into another long groan. Any thought of BB or her attempts at sleeping in fled at the sound of Chris's voice, the soft sounds of arousal that echoed his own. "Fuck, Chris--" he gasped, his breath catching in his throat. Between his legs, pressed flush to the bed, his own untended erection ached; though he could not have explained it, he loved even this, one more test of his patience in a long line of them. He ground his hips against Chris's, his body arching to meet every touch, every thrust, as he pounded into him.

"You're just a greedy little thing, aren't you?" Chris started up again, slamming into Daniel with extra force as though he were going to ram his point home. "As long as you're getting what you want, fuck everyone else?" The words might've been harsh, but Chris tried to couch them in a soft, teasing tone, even as his flesh slapped against Daniel's backside. He felt himself closer and closer to coming, a groan underlining the need as it curved his spine with each thrust.

A deep flush covered Daniel's cheeks, his throat, the slick plane of his back. It was both true and not -- sometimes, but not always -- and Daniel could not have cared less either way. Pain and pleasure intertwined in his voice as he cried out again and again.

"Yes," he moaned, his voice breaking on the word. His fingers clenched on Chris's hip, nails piercing narrow crescents into his flesh. "Fuck yes…" Chris's hand came over Daniel's, grasping it; he drew back, pulling himself free from the other man's body.

"Turn over," he said, wrapping his fingers around Daniel's hand and using it to guide his arm, pushing the other man to follow his direction. Once Daniel's body started to fold onto his back, Chris slid down atop him, hips shoving his legs aside to give him access once more to the tight hole between his legs. "God, lookit you, hard as a rock." His hand went to Daniel's erect member, stroking it gently as he leaned forward, bringing his mouth back to the other man's. Their lips met, tongues entwining as his hand worked over the other man's cock. Chris pulled back just enough to speak. "You want me in you, or you want me to sit on it? Cause that sounds kinda good right now."

"It really, really does." He caught Chris's mouth again, his tongue shoving rough and demanding over Chris's. He nipped at the swollen line of Chris's lower lip, tasting himself on the other man's skin. "Get another condom." He moved to sit against the headboard, patting the mussed sheets for the little bottle of lube. The moment he found it he drew it near to him, his dark eyes ever on Chris as the other man moved toward the dresser for the requested condom. He studied every line and plane of his body as though this first time might also be the last. His left hand followed his gaze, tracing subtle lines of muscle and bone beneath flesh.

"Christ, you look good like this."

"It's just Chris," he replied, straddling the other man again as he tore the fresh condom open with his teeth and slid it over Daniel's member. With a pleasured sigh Daniel watched the pass of Chris's hands over his body. "Don't start worshipping me as your personal lord and savior just over one fuck. It's not that good." He stroked Daniel again, leaning down to kiss him once more as he smiled wide.

"Oh, he's got jokes." Daniel grinned against Chris's mouth; Chris reddened, but did not retreat. Daniel wet his fingers with thick drops of lube. He slicked himself with one quick stroke, then slipped his hand between Chris's legs. He kissed him deeply as he found his entrance, the slide of his tongue matching the slow, deep press of his fingers into Chris's tight shape; the man above him groaned, his back arching. Daniel's fingers curved inside him, following the angle of his body, spreading and slicking him with each motion. The pad of his thumb ghosted over his sac.

His free hand moved to Chris's cock, rolling the condom off of him and tossing it aside. He worked him with a steady, unforgiving rhythm, fingers curving and stroking within and around him in time. Chris settled hands on Daniel's shoulders, his eyes fluttering closed as the flush from his embarrassment deepened via Daniel's merciless touch. He thrust into the other man's hand, bringing his forehead down to touch Daniel's, arms sliding around the man's neck.

"You know it's even better because I made you wait for it," he offered, mouth hovering over Daniel's. "Gotta build up expectations."

"Worth it," Daniel said, his voice a low growl against Chris's mouth. He kissed him once, then pulled away, just far enough to hear every sound that fell from his lips. His fingers slipped free, gently circling his opening before being replaced by the hard, flushed length of his arousal. His hips rocked between Chris's spread legs, teasing. His hand tightened around Chris's erection, making the other man gasp aloud.

"Look at me," he said; Chris's half-lidded eyes met Daniel's evenly. Daniel held him close, one slick hand at the small of his back, the other slowly stroking him. Then he pushed into him, deep and unyielding, watching Chris's face as he buried himself with him.

What little strength he had to keep his eyes open was lost as his mouth curved in a half circle, hips instantly pushing down on the feeling of Daniel tearing him open. Hips sank onto the other man's hard member, his legs adjusting for comfort and stability as one hand dragged nails along Daniel's back. "Fuuuck," he drew out amid moans, pressing tight against the other man for a moment before his hips began to roll against Daniel's pelvis. "Jesus, how does that feel so good." His face nuzzled against Daniel's, seeking out the man's mouth.

Answers danced on the tip of Daniel's tongue, all of them some degree of teasing or self-aggrandizing. But he contented himself with the taste of his partner instead, drinking down every word, every breath, as he moved deep inside him. His hand slid up Chris's back, nails dragging over the narrow ridge of his spine, the sharp angles of his shifting shoulder blades. His fingers splayed between his shoulders, his palm pressed to his back. He shuddered as Chris ground down onto him, as he felt his tight hole clench around every inward thrust.

After one final stroke, his right hand slid out from between them, tracing damp flesh to tightly grip his waist. Holding Chris close, he kissed him deeply as bucked up into him with a sharp, jarring snap of his hips. A ragged, surprised cry eked from Chris's mouth into Daniel's, his spine straightening from the sudden pain that bled into pleasure as a result from his lover's biting movements. Sweat-laden hair fell into his eyes. Nails dug into Daniel's back, carving deep, though not yet enough to draw blood.

"Jesus Christ, do that again," he murmured against Daniel's lips, his legs drawing tight around the other man's waist.

Daniel sighed, content, against Chris's open mouth. His eyes found Chris's beneath the damp line of his hair. He nuzzled against him, the short stubble of his beard scratching against the other man's. Then he drove his hips upward, slowly withdrawing, then bucking hard into him again. Bruises welled on his pelvis; his head fell back, his eyes closing for the briefest instant before they rolled to Chris's face again. His hands clutched tighter at Chris's flushed body. He bit at Chris's mouth, his own moan muffled as he pumped viciously into him again. Chris moaned again, the midpoint of his sound rising in pitch with the sensation of Daniel's thrust.

He unwillingly whimpered, nails drawing long, white lines down Daniel's back. Leaning forward into the tawny man, he rolled his hips down on Daniel's hard cock. "I wanna feel you come in me," he growled against his mouth, one hand freeing to come between them and stroke himself. "You keep doing that, I'm not gonna last much longer." He stroked himself again, timing his motions with his hips, encouraging Daniel's thrusts.

Daniel sucked in a shuddering breath. "Jesus," he sighed. An unsteady laugh passed from Daniel's mouth to his partner's. "Me either. You feel so goddamn good." His shoulders rolled beneath the sharp bite of Chris's nails. He leaned away only to look between them, greedily watching the grinding of their bodies together and the slide of Chris's hand over his own hard flesh.

"Fuck. Come with me." His voice broke as another groan tore through him. His orgasm coiled low in his belly; he felt it unwinding, too quick, too hard, his toes curling as his nails dug into wet flesh. "Oh my God, Chris, come on me…"

Chris's hand made quick work of what little thread was left to break between waiting and ecstasy; he felt Daniel's cock deep inside him, the warm, wet spurt of cum that seemed to simultaneously fill him and wet the thin space between their bodies. He shuddered, muscles convulsing beneath Daniel's hands, his own touch, their much-teased and long-awaited joining. Pressing himself flush to Daniel, uncaring of the sticky, warm mess caught between them, he covered Daniel's mouth with his own as he groaned his pleasure as the orgasm came, and then left just as quickly.

"Christ." He lay prone against, on Daniel, pushing the other man to lie flat against the bed. After a moment, he pulled Daniel's member free of his entrance, more than happy to make the man beneath him a makeshift pillow. Hands moved from his groin to Daniel's hair, threading fingers through wet, black locks as his face remained pressed to Daniel's profile. "If it's gonna be like that every time, I think I'll just save myself the trouble and chain you to my bed. All the tamales you can eat; how's that sound, chico?"

Daniel chuckled, an uneven, unsteady sound as he worked to catch his breath. "Fuckin' great." His right arm tightened around Chris's shoulders; his left reached down, pulling the condom free. He dropped it to the floor beside the bed, utterly apathetic to the mess they had made. A sated smile curved his lips. He kissed Chris's forehead, the tip of his nose; he tipped his chin up to kiss his bitten lips. "And you said you were nervous."

"Ugh," Chris groaned anew, though this time from embarrassment. He pressed his reddening face into the crook of Daniel's neck. "Can we just pretend I didn't say that? I was drunk, after all." His voice was muffled by Daniel's warm flesh, and he busied himself with finding an appropriately sensitive place to start making a hickey.

"All right, all right." Daniel arched his throat beneath Chris's mouth, offering more. "But y'know, I kinda like drunk Chris, too. He's cute, and it turns out I like gettin' sung to. We need to find somethin' between him and surly Chris." His hand slid over Chris's back, nails scratching lightly over his shoulders. He pressed his grinning lips to Chris's damp hair, breathing in his warm, earthy scent. "Seems like well-fucked Chris is a good middle ground. What d'you think?"

Chris mmmed into Daniel's throat, pulling his mouth back long enough to reply; a thin strand of saliva followed his lips. "If you think you're up to the challenge," he said, diving back for a brief moment to suck again, then pulling back completely to raise himself up enough to look Daniel in the face. A completely immodest smile worked its way across his lips. "You think you're still that interested?"

"Damn right I am." Daniel leaned up to him, teeth nipping at Chris's grin. A flick of his tongue smoothed away that small hurt. "And I'm up for any challenge you can throw at me." His hand slid down Chris's side, still eager for each touch of their tangled bodies. His fingers wrapped around Chris's hip, nails sinking shallowly into his skin. "Test me."

He wriggled against the touch, his hips grinding down into Daniel's groin as Chris pressed another kiss on him. "I think," he replied, speaking directly against the other man's mouth, "I want some food, and maybe a shower. You can decide which first, because I'm not in much of a decision-making mood right now. You taste too fucking good." He half-sighed, kissing him again, not allowing him a chance to verbally reply.

Daniel answered instead with teeth and tongue, and a tightening of his hands on the man above him. He wanted nothing more than to remain where he was, to spend the day thoroughly learning the body so recently allowed to him. He broke the kiss only reluctantly, making clear his hesitation with a long, low groan. "You make it hard to wanna get up at all," he said. "Shower first." He reached down Chris's back, giving the taut curve of his ass a playful swat. "I'm gonna keep you naked for as long as long as I can."

Chris grinned in return, brows rising and falling in mock judgement. "How am I not surprised," he replied, slowly starting to detangle himself from the other man. One last, lingering kiss saw their bodies parted, and realization struck him.

"Shit," he said. "I don't have my cane. And you are not carrying me to the bathroom," he quickly added, head swiveling away from his brace on the floor to Daniel's face. He chewed his lip, trying to think. "If you've got, I dunno, an umbrella or something...?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I've got somethin'..."

With a little grunt of exertion Daniel swung his legs over the side of the bed. He took a long stride to avoid the mess he'd left beside the bed, and moved to his closet to rummage through his belongings. A minute or two and some cast-aside shoes later, Daniel found a long, knotty hiking staff buried at the back of the closet. He walked out with it in his hand, lifting it a little for Chris's inspection.

"I can run up to your place and get yours if you'd rather," he said, "but this did all right when I went through my little camping and hiking phase." He glanced down at the end of it, where the wood was still slightly stained. He chuckled as he crossed back over toward the bed. "Pretty sure I killed a couple snakes with it. Hope that's not a problem."

Chris bit back a laugh, in too good of a mood to be anything but amused. "As long as you don't laugh, it'll work." He took the staff, putting one end on the ground and leveraging his weight against it to stand. He purposefully brushed past Daniel, heading in the direction of the bathroom, and flipped the light on within.

"Do you..." he paused, eyes moving over the tub and shower combo as he frowned, his good mood quietly withering as new obstructions continued to introduce themselves. He backed up a bit, glancing at his few things on Daniel's floor. "I think I need to go upstairs. I...I need a chair, or a stool. I've got one in my bathroom..."

"Yeah, man, whatever you want." Daniel chuckled as he looked from himself to his guest. A fine sheen of dried sweat and come covered them both; as much as he appreciated it, Daniel knew it would make for an uncomfortable trip to the next floor. He grabbed a clean washcloth from the closet, moving to the sink to run it under warm water. "Probably oughtta take care of this first, though…" He took his time wiping Chris's bare chest and belly down, and the washcloth made more than one sly descent lower than it needed; Chris scoffed, but otherwise allowed Daniel the quick washup. Daniel tended to himself far more quickly, then tossed the cloth into an already overflowing laundry basket.

"I'm goin' with you," he said. "I haven't seen you naked nearly enough yet."

Chris stuck his tongue out, then limped carefully back into the other room, settling himself on Daniel's bed long enough to at least re-brace and pants himself. He left the other items on Daniel's floor, partly to see what the other man might say and as an implication that he'd be back soon enough regardless. He didn't need an excuse to return, but he wanted one, and Daniel's silence suggested he was glad to give him one.

"Desperate much?" he teased, walking out into the main area of Daniel's apartment, headed somewhat loopily toward the door as he kept his pace slow and careful; less out of care for his bad leg and more for keeping Daniel close at his heels. He pulled the front door wide, pausing long enough to peek into the hall and reassure himself that their dual walk of shame was going to go unwitnessed. Mollified, he stepped out, moving toward the elevator.

Daniel was still tugging on a reasonably clean wifebeater as he slipped from the apartment. He locked the door behind him and dropped his keys in the pocket of his basketball shorts. Barefoot, still damp, and their hair a wet mess, it was obvious to any observer what the two of them had been about. Daniel's grin only grew at the thought.

"Here's hopin' we don't run into BB," he said. "I really don't wanna hear her complaints just yet."

"I'd rather no one see us at all," Chris replied, jabbing the elevator button with some force. It was moments like these where he wished he could just take the stairs, but it seemed fate was smiling on them as the elevator opened far more quickly than expected. Before he could think better of doing so, he grabbed Daniel's hand and pulled him into the elevator. That grip remained for the short trip upstairs, though once the elevator doors opened again, he dropped the connection and headed directly toward his apartment, digging into a pants pocket for his keys.

It wasn't soon enough to be safely back indoors, the comforting sights and smells of his unit embracing him like an old friend. Now that they were alone once again, Chris stopped right after they were inside, waiting for Daniel to step over the threshold before his hands went back to him. They stood close as Chris made sure the door was closed, locked, his face pressing into Daniel's shoulder. "God, you smell," he offered with a small grin, pressing a kiss to the man's skin as Daniel laughed. "Let's get you cleaned up. Because then I wanna get you dirty again."

Fingers linked through Daniel's, pulling him toward the bathroom. As described, a wooden stool sat just outside of the bath/shower combo that was found in nearly all the smaller units in the building. Chris reached in and carefully turned on the tap, letting it run to warm up.

From his place close at Chris's back, Daniel watched his host move, content to enjoy a lingering look while Chris was otherwise occupied. He stripped as quickly as before, leaving shorts and shirt pooled on the tile below. "Can I do anything?" he asked, grinning even as he did. "Other than stand here and watch, I mean. Which I'm definitely not complainin' about."

He sidled up close behind Chris, his hands sliding under the waistband of his pants, around to his front. He toyed with the button there, his naked body pressed close against Chris's backside. Chris pressed back, rubbing his backside against Daniel's crotch.

"Make less of a nuisance of yourself and put the stool in the shower," he replied, though the hand on top of Daniel's fingers currently unzipping his fly said the other man was less of an annoyance than his words might claim. He let go of Daniel's hand to test the water, and found it pleasing to the touch. He made quick work of his pants, ready to let the hot water soothe his muscles, not to mention the incoming comparison of his mental picture of a wet Daniel with the real one.

Laughing, Daniel gave a sharp little nip to Chris's nape. He pulled away at last, retrieving the stool, holding it close against his chest as he slipped around Chris and into the shower. With an unnecessary flourish he placed the stool inside, just beneath the shower's warm fall. "Your wish is my command," he said, his smile turning markedly suggestive. He stretched out his hand, beckoning for Chris to join him inside. He did not need further encouragement; leaning his cane against the toilet's tank, he wrapped his hand with Daniel's and took a few careful steps over the tub and into the shower, settling onto the stool. Water pattered just at his feet, enough for him to lean forward and wet himself, though his hand never moved away from touching Daniel -- first his hand, then his thigh, his knee, fingers brushing some small part of the other man.

"Hand me the shampoo?" He pointed to a bottle sitting on one rounded edge of the tub; as much as he was enjoying this, he was going to make actual use of the shower, and move them in and out of its damp embrace before too long. He hated pruning. "Not sure if this was what you had in mind, after our first...'outing'..."

Daniel, as always, seemed to have other intentions. He handed the bottle to Chris. "The only thing I had in mind," he said, "was keepin' you naked. Naked and wet is actually a bonus, so I'm good." He pressed back against the shower, giving Chris as much room as he needed to move. He did, though, dip his head under the steady stream of water, then swept his wet mane back and out of his face.

"You're too hung up on expectations, man. Just chill out and enjoy somethin' once in a while." He moved again, between Chris and the tap, folding his legs beneath him to sit down in the tub. His hand traced up Chris's shin, a light touch that quickly moved up to his thigh. "Let yourself have a little fun."

Chris rolled his eyes, though a smile curved his lips. "If only it were that easy." They lapsed into an easy banter, washing up and finishing before too long. Bending to the side, Chris turned the water off after both were thoroughly rinsed, suds swirling down the drain to mark the passage of time that he didn't really want to think about. Once they were lingering solely in the leftover humidity of the shower, he reached for a fluffy white towel hanging from a rack over the toilet, offering it to Daniel before grabbing one for himself.

"Help me up?" He had the towel around his shoulders, and reached for the other man's hand, not ready to be distanced from Daniel just yet. Daniel readily took it and helped him to his feet, his thumb sliding over damp skin in a small, soft caress. "And if you could put the stool back..." He ground his teeth just a touch, too awkward about his own inability to do the simplest things to avoid not making things weird. Thankfully, Daniel seemed to have a knack to sweep that aside, something Chris was growing ever more grateful for.

"Nah, I don't think I will," Daniel said. He slid around where Chris now stood, sucking in a hissing breath as his back brushed the cold wall. He then took a seat on the newly vacated stool, wriggling a bit as though settling in for the long haul. "This is actually pretty comfy. I might need one of these, myself. It'd be great after leg day at the gym." He stayed seated as he toweled himself off, pointedly opting first for his arms and shoulders, leaving the rest of him tauntingly exposed.

Chris was left pressed up against the sink, his head shaking slowly in disbelief. "I can't even with you, sometimes," he finally replied, glancing down to the pile of clothes they'd both shed in tandem before clambering into the shower. He bent, slowly, fishing out his phone from a jean pocket. He stayed on his knees, angling the camera in Daniel's direction. "Smile," he said, before tapping the button to snap a risque photo of Daniel's chosen posture. Even as he lowered the device, though, a wicked smile of his own crossed his face, and he crawled forward a few paces. "I can think of something else I'd like to do to enjoy myself." He set the phone on the toilet lid as he passed it, moving slowly and for once uncaring toward the fact that he was all but crawling toward the other man, until he was close enough to grab at the towel and tug it away from Daniel's body.

"I did say three dates and then oral, didn't I?" Palms on thighs moved Daniel's legs apart, Chris's eyes tilted toward his face as his mouth descended enough for hot breath to play over Daniel's member.

Daniel arched one dark brow. A smile, mischievous and markedly pleased, quirked the corner of his mouth to match. "That's definitely what I remember," he said. "But y'know. You've already gone above and beyond where all that's concerned." His fingers threaded through Chris's damp hair, the pad of his thumb tracing his beard as he pushed fallen locks back from his face. "Not that I'm gonna stop you…"

One hand slid along Daniel's thigh, wrapping around the base of his cock. "You told me to have some fun," Chris replied, pausing for a moment to run the flat of his tongue along the other man's length. "Besides, don't you wanna know how dream-me compares with the real thing?" His hand stroked along the length of Daniel's member, tongue tracing swirling circles around its tip. Without waiting for a reply, he took Daniel's cock in his mouth, tracing down the fullness of it as he bobbed a quarter way, half, then fully down to the wiry patch of hair between Daniel's legs.

Another sharp inhalation from above him marked his progress. Daniel's hand drew tight in Chris's hair. He leaned slightly back, watching Chris from beneath lowered lashes. His teeth sank into his lower lip, scoring narrow white lines into its full swell. His legs splayed a bit wider, his hips canting upward, offering himself up. A rough rasp bled into his voice when he spoke, catching now and then on pleasured sighs. "Your mouth… is exactly as good… as I knew it'd be."

Chris gargled on the end of Daniel's cock for a moment, pulling back with long strings of saliva from his lips to the other man's groin. He made no verbal reply, instead interested only in drawing out more of those small sounds he could feel and hear from Daniel's body. He swallowed Daniel whole again, the hand around the other man's cock moving to his sac, fingers fanning out along his taint to tease once more at his entrance. The pad of his thumb traced the outline of his sac, gently folding and probing the sensitive skin he held in his palm.

For a moment Daniel's eyes drifted shut. His lips parted on a sigh, prolonged as Chris touched him, as his tongue traced flushed, tender skin. His hand clenched, short nails scratching Chris's scalp as he felt his head at the back of Chris's throat. "Jesus," he moaned, his head lolling against the wall of the shower. Another slide of lips and tongue and skillful fingers and Daniel forced his eyes open, watching his lover as lust coiled in his belly. Every touch brought him closer already, and he found himself torn between wanting to prolong this perfect moment and to take his pleasure while he could, the better to return the favor. The thought put a new smile on his lips, soon broken by another ragged groan.

A hand slid to Daniel's backside, grasping at his ass while Chris's mouth worked his cock. He pulled back enough to look up at the other man's face, that same tricky grin spreading over his lips as his tongue spiraled circles around the tip, tasting pre-cum and sweat. "That didn't take more than a minute," he commented softly, moving lips and breath tingling over Daniel's member. "Didn't even make it out of the bathroom," he laughed, his mouth moving down again; he could feel his own arousal between his legs, but he had nothing planned for the rest of the day, and if he had his way, Daniel wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"You complainin'?" Heavy-lidded eyes looked down to watch Chris work. His fingers splayed at the back of Chris's head, applying only the slightest pressure to push Chris's mouth down onto him again. His hips rose, pushing him deeper past Chris's lips, exposing the wet curve of his ass to Chris's wandering hand. "We gotta make up for lost time, right?" Another long, low sigh slipped free of him. His thumb traced over Chris's cheek, feeling the line of his own body beneath that warm, stubbled flesh.

Chris choked on a laugh and Daniel's girth, pulling back. "Now who's unreal?" He pumped Daniel once, still bent over him. "I want you to come in my mouth," he added, lips circling Daniel's tip before moving over him again, taking him in deep and hard and faster than before, trying to push him to that edge and beyond. The slick taste of flesh, warm and hard beneath his tongue, was a feeling he'd long forgotten and did not want to be without so soon again.

Daniel groaned. "That filthy fuckin' mouth," he said, a smile on his parted lips. His free hand moved to Chris's shoulder. His nails dug gently into flesh. "Just like that..." It was a struggle to keep his eyes open now, but doing so was worth every ounce of effort it took. Soon his toes were curling against the floor of the tub, his thighs taut with blissful tension as his orgasm cut through him. He spilled himself over Chris's tongue, shuddering at the cusp of a climax that seemed to go on forever. His unchecked cry rang out, echoing off tile, out into the apartment beyond.

Chris gripped Daniel's hips, holding him close, drinking in every drop of cum that flowed into his mouth. Even once that was over, he did not release the other man's member so easily; he let it slide from his lips gently, his tongue licking up any remnants of proof as to the desire he'd evoked in him. Then Chris laid gentle kisses along Daniel's groin, up his belly, to as far up his chest as he could reach from on his knees.

"Fuck, you even taste good," he said, grinning, arms loosely around Daniel's waist. "But now I'm two for one, so I think I'm winning."

Daniel answered with a shaky laugh. "For now," he panted. "Just… gimme a second." His hands slipped around Chris's shoulders, holding Chris close where he knelt against him. His eyes were heavy-lidded and sleepy, but every other part of him sang with ready energy. After a moment he slowly raised himself to stand, guiding Chris up with him. He held him up, pressed hard to his chest, tasting himself on Chris's tongue as he kissed him deeply.

"So where next?" he asked, grinning against Chris's mouth. Chris groaned against Daniel's mouth, tugging him backward with shaky steps.

"My bed," he replied, catching the man's bottom lip between his teeth. "We've got a score to settle."