run.”
“I’m in Ybor, come meet me for lunch. I’ll buy you a Cuban sandwich.”
“You’re kissing my ass because you know you were an asshole about Evie,” Paul said knowingly. “You’re going to have to think of something better than that to make it up to me.”
“I’ll buy you flowers,” Danny said in a singsong voice. “You want me to buy you flowers, Paul Guy?”
“Yeah, right after you bottom for the twink,” Paul said in annoyance. “I suppose I could meet you for lunch.”
“Good,” Danny said with a pleased smile. He dropped his voice and whispered into the phone, “What do you want to make it better about Eve?”
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone before Paul spoke again, his voice suddenly soft and breathy, “I know my back’s off-limits for a while but you’re a professional. You can probably think of something while it heals.”
“Yeah?” Danny asked curiously as he felt himself get hard at the notion of Paul wanting him again when they had spent the entire weekend playing and fucking after Eve had left. It was a very abrupt change after months and months of being pushed away. “What happened to breaking the addiction?”
“Maybe—” Paul started in a way that told Danny he was choosing his words wisely. “Maybe I was going about it wrong. Instead of breaking the addiction, I think I should try to exhaust it. Just totally wear myself out on it over the next six months until I’m sick of the notion.”
“You’re the biggest fetish whore I know and I know many,” Danny said in surprise, aching for Paul when he realized what he was suggesting. “It would take a lot to exhaust that addiction.”
“I realize that,” Paul’s voice was low and hesitant. “Are you willing to help me?”
Danny laughed sardonically. “I was born willing for you. It’s fucked me up completely. I can’t even buy flowers without making the florist stutter and blush because I scared him.”
“How’d you scare him?”
“I told him I could break him as easily as blink,” Danny said blandly. “I wanted to and he knew it—asking me to bottom, I would love to get that little fucker on his knees.”
“That’s hot. You should do it and give me the details. I like living vicariously through the innocent. That’s what you can get me.”
“Asking me to be an asshole to unsuspecting college boys isn’t nice, Paul Guy,” Danny taunted. “That makes you guilty by association.”
“Not if he loves it,” Paul shot back. “And you know he would. They all do.”
“I’m being loyal to Evie. I can’t fuck with the florist. I’d love to, but I can’t. I have to get you something else.”
“Danny Boy,” Paul said with a broken laugh. “What about me?”
“What about you?” Danny asked, taking another drag off his cigarette. “You’re sexy. I want to get you on your knees instead of the florist. You know how to behave.”
“I hate to ruin this little vanilla fantasy you have going, but getting me on my knees makes you very disloyal to Evie. Any judge would convict you. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“You’re exempt from the rules,” Danny said, feeling his heart hurt as he thought about Paul and the fact he was getting married in six months. “I breathe air just to make you happy. Nothing changes that, not even Evie.”
“Where are you?”
“On Seventh. I’m waiting outside the florist for my flowers.”
“I’m parking. Don’t leave until I get there,” Paul said, amusement thick in his voice. “I wanna see the twink. I like to watch ‘em sweat around you. It turns me on to watch you work.”
“You’re a twisted bastard,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked down the street expectantly, his body humming with the need to see Paul. “But sure, he’ll die when he sees you and realizes what he was competing with. That’s fun for all concerned.”
“For you.”
*
Eve stood at the open door to Danny and Paul’s house,
“I’m in Ybor, come meet me for lunch. I’ll buy you a Cuban sandwich.”
“You’re kissing my ass because you know you were an asshole about Evie,” Paul said knowingly. “You’re going to have to think of something better than that to make it up to me.”
“I’ll buy you flowers,” Danny said in a singsong voice. “You want me to buy you flowers, Paul Guy?”
“Yeah, right after you bottom for the twink,” Paul said in annoyance. “I suppose I could meet you for lunch.”
“Good,” Danny said with a pleased smile. He dropped his voice and whispered into the phone, “What do you want to make it better about Eve?”
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone before Paul spoke again, his voice suddenly soft and breathy, “I know my back’s off-limits for a while but you’re a professional. You can probably think of something while it heals.”
“Yeah?” Danny asked curiously as he felt himself get hard at the notion of Paul wanting him again when they had spent the entire weekend playing and fucking after Eve had left. It was a very abrupt change after months and months of being pushed away. “What happened to breaking the addiction?”
“Maybe—” Paul started in a way that told Danny he was choosing his words wisely. “Maybe I was going about it wrong. Instead of breaking the addiction, I think I should try to exhaust it. Just totally wear myself out on it over the next six months until I’m sick of the notion.”
“You’re the biggest fetish whore I know and I know many,” Danny said in surprise, aching for Paul when he realized what he was suggesting. “It would take a lot to exhaust that addiction.”
“I realize that,” Paul’s voice was low and hesitant. “Are you willing to help me?”
Danny laughed sardonically. “I was born willing for you. It’s fucked me up completely. I can’t even buy flowers without making the florist stutter and blush because I scared him.”
“How’d you scare him?”
“I told him I could break him as easily as blink,” Danny said blandly. “I wanted to and he knew it—asking me to bottom, I would love to get that little fucker on his knees.”
“That’s hot. You should do it and give me the details. I like living vicariously through the innocent. That’s what you can get me.”
“Asking me to be an asshole to unsuspecting college boys isn’t nice, Paul Guy,” Danny taunted. “That makes you guilty by association.”
“Not if he loves it,” Paul shot back. “And you know he would. They all do.”
“I’m being loyal to Evie. I can’t fuck with the florist. I’d love to, but I can’t. I have to get you something else.”
“Danny Boy,” Paul said with a broken laugh. “What about me?”
“What about you?” Danny asked, taking another drag off his cigarette. “You’re sexy. I want to get you on your knees instead of the florist. You know how to behave.”
“I hate to ruin this little vanilla fantasy you have going, but getting me on my knees makes you very disloyal to Evie. Any judge would convict you. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“You’re exempt from the rules,” Danny said, feeling his heart hurt as he thought about Paul and the fact he was getting married in six months. “I breathe air just to make you happy. Nothing changes that, not even Evie.”
“Where are you?”
“On Seventh. I’m waiting outside the florist for my flowers.”
“I’m parking. Don’t leave until I get there,” Paul said, amusement thick in his voice. “I wanna see the twink. I like to watch ‘em sweat around you. It turns me on to watch you work.”
“You’re a twisted bastard,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked down the street expectantly, his body humming with the need to see Paul. “But sure, he’ll die when he sees you and realizes what he was competing with. That’s fun for all concerned.”
“For you.”
*
Eve stood at the open door to Danny and Paul’s house,
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