finger at Danny. "Unless you're doing an imitation of a preschooler doing the pee-pee dance, you are busted."
He reached across the table and curled his fingers around Danny's wrist. Danny felt the flood of warmth creeping up his arm soothing the pain. "Time to get back to what I put off this afternoon. Bed."
"Guess that's my cue to leave," said Jennifer.
"Don't," said Danny. He glanced at Peter for back up.
"Stay. I wasn't planning on jumping him, at least not tonight," Peter said. "It would be nice to have you hang around."
"Um…" Jennifer seemed awfully hesitant.
"Please," Danny pleaded.
In the bedroom, Danny endured having the restraining sling stripped off along with his shirt. Peter turned the radio on low in the background as Danny lay down. He crooked a finger at Jennifer and beckoned her to sit where he could lay his head in her lap. Peter sat cross-legged at Danny's side so he could have direct access to Danny's injury.
Danny took Jennifer's hand in his and rubbed his thumb across her palm, that intimate little psi gesture that touched a hand chakra.. He was tired and but for Peter's ministrations would probably be hurting, and still he wanted her. Having her this close was really nice.
She was very still. He bumped his mind gently against her shielding, seeking an entrance. She was hesitant, only gradually letting him in. He could feel her conflict, curiosity banging heads with a conservative guilt. He sucked on her fingertips and breathed against her palm. He was playing, wondering if he could stir up the flame that had flared between them that night on the beach.
His own shielding down, he noticed the warm energy of Peter's healing change tone. There was a hint of arousal from him running as an undercurrent.
"Dan, babe, you're being a distraction," said Peter.
"You're making me have second thoughts about not jumping you."
Danny raised an eyebrow, "Babe?" he said incredulously.
"You have a problem with that?"
"I don't think I've had anybody call me babe since I was about fifteen," replied Danny.
This sparked giggles from Jennifer. Danny turned his head and closed his teeth on the front of Jennifer's shirt, pulling it up. She was still laughing as he reached his free arm back and dragged her down to sprawl on the bed beside him. Her head was near his thigh and his arm was under her hips. Her legs had wiggled in the opposite direction and hung halfway off the bed. He closed his teeth on the curve of her behind, just hard enough that she had to feel the pressure through her jeans. She let out a squeal. He hauled her body up on top of his, turning his head to duck his face under her squirming legs. This put her face damn near level with his crotch and his head between her thighs. He bit down on her inner thigh, exhaling against the thick fabric.
"No!" she squealed in between giggles.
"Really?" he asked, giving her a chance to call their playful wrestling match off if she was actually too uncomfortable with the idea.
She paused for about one full second, before saying,
"Do not stop." She paid him back by nipping at his now hard cock. He let out a groan.
"You know I'm feeling distinctly left out of this,"
groused Peter.
"Lay on top of her, we'll make a girl sandwich. Oh God, fuck, Jen, you're torturing me!" Danny moaned.
She was rubbing and biting him through his slacks and he felt like he was about thirty seconds from just flat out blowing his load. Peter's hand slipped between Danny's chin and Jen's spread legs, pressing up between her thighs. Danny snickered a little at the sudden increase of tension in Jen's body.
Danny changed tactics. He let go of his grip on Jennifer's hips and stretched his hand up over his head where Peter was kneeling. His cupped his hand up under Peter's balls, feeling Peter's half arousal, and began to tease him, too. Damn, he wished he had two working hands, but every flex of his injured arm brought a shiver of pain, only half damped by Peter's now distracted mind.
He reached across the table and curled his fingers around Danny's wrist. Danny felt the flood of warmth creeping up his arm soothing the pain. "Time to get back to what I put off this afternoon. Bed."
"Guess that's my cue to leave," said Jennifer.
"Don't," said Danny. He glanced at Peter for back up.
"Stay. I wasn't planning on jumping him, at least not tonight," Peter said. "It would be nice to have you hang around."
"Um…" Jennifer seemed awfully hesitant.
"Please," Danny pleaded.
In the bedroom, Danny endured having the restraining sling stripped off along with his shirt. Peter turned the radio on low in the background as Danny lay down. He crooked a finger at Jennifer and beckoned her to sit where he could lay his head in her lap. Peter sat cross-legged at Danny's side so he could have direct access to Danny's injury.
Danny took Jennifer's hand in his and rubbed his thumb across her palm, that intimate little psi gesture that touched a hand chakra.. He was tired and but for Peter's ministrations would probably be hurting, and still he wanted her. Having her this close was really nice.
She was very still. He bumped his mind gently against her shielding, seeking an entrance. She was hesitant, only gradually letting him in. He could feel her conflict, curiosity banging heads with a conservative guilt. He sucked on her fingertips and breathed against her palm. He was playing, wondering if he could stir up the flame that had flared between them that night on the beach.
His own shielding down, he noticed the warm energy of Peter's healing change tone. There was a hint of arousal from him running as an undercurrent.
"Dan, babe, you're being a distraction," said Peter.
"You're making me have second thoughts about not jumping you."
Danny raised an eyebrow, "Babe?" he said incredulously.
"You have a problem with that?"
"I don't think I've had anybody call me babe since I was about fifteen," replied Danny.
This sparked giggles from Jennifer. Danny turned his head and closed his teeth on the front of Jennifer's shirt, pulling it up. She was still laughing as he reached his free arm back and dragged her down to sprawl on the bed beside him. Her head was near his thigh and his arm was under her hips. Her legs had wiggled in the opposite direction and hung halfway off the bed. He closed his teeth on the curve of her behind, just hard enough that she had to feel the pressure through her jeans. She let out a squeal. He hauled her body up on top of his, turning his head to duck his face under her squirming legs. This put her face damn near level with his crotch and his head between her thighs. He bit down on her inner thigh, exhaling against the thick fabric.
"No!" she squealed in between giggles.
"Really?" he asked, giving her a chance to call their playful wrestling match off if she was actually too uncomfortable with the idea.
She paused for about one full second, before saying,
"Do not stop." She paid him back by nipping at his now hard cock. He let out a groan.
"You know I'm feeling distinctly left out of this,"
groused Peter.
"Lay on top of her, we'll make a girl sandwich. Oh God, fuck, Jen, you're torturing me!" Danny moaned.
She was rubbing and biting him through his slacks and he felt like he was about thirty seconds from just flat out blowing his load. Peter's hand slipped between Danny's chin and Jen's spread legs, pressing up between her thighs. Danny snickered a little at the sudden increase of tension in Jen's body.
Danny changed tactics. He let go of his grip on Jennifer's hips and stretched his hand up over his head where Peter was kneeling. His cupped his hand up under Peter's balls, feeling Peter's half arousal, and began to tease him, too. Damn, he wished he had two working hands, but every flex of his injured arm brought a shiver of pain, only half damped by Peter's now distracted mind.
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