fleeing. “You gotta stop saying that.”
“Tomorrow,” Danny mumbled, making it obvious he was already half asleep. “We’ll do Freak 101 then. Just let me enjoy you tonight.”
* * * * *
Danny rolled over, very aware of sweat and cum clinging to his body. Sex didn’t wear well the next day, especially wild, all-night-long, harsh-and-gritty sex with Paul. Danny made a mental note not to skip a shower next time as he stumbled into the bathroom.
His muscles ached. His cock was raw from too much sex. He examined it under the spray of the shower, stroking himself into an impressive hard-on. Had he really fucked without a condom? Without lube? He flinched from the sting caused by the hot water, feelingly like an idiot for making himself hard to begin with. One night with Paul and he was in need of serious recovery time.
Danny loved him, but not enough to risk his dick over.
He honestly couldn’t believe he had done that. Though Danny had turned being irresponsible into something close to an art form, he’d always been very cautious when it came to sex. One night with Paul obliterated a perfect track record of safe sex and he was seriously pissed at himself about it.
He made quick work of washing himself, choking back a curse as he did the necessary soap to rug-burned cock Paul would have probably gotten a hard-on over. To say this relationship, if that was even the proper title for what they had, was more intense than Danny was capable of dealing with was a profound understatement. He was second-guessing everything and silently thankful Paul was nowhere to be found.
It took some serious brainpower that early in the morning with no coffee to get the gears in his brain turning, but he did remember it was Monday. The fact Paul had managed to attend class was impressive, because Danny didn’t plan to do anything other than wash the sheets and lay around contemplating the sharp one-eighty his life had taken the night before.
It wasn’t until he got out of the shower that he realized they had left Paul’s truck back at Arty’s, which meant he had taken Danny’s car to school. Instead of getting pissed off about it, he saw it as an opportunity to really throw responsibility to the wind. Now well and truly stuck, he might as well get drunk. He walked naked and dripping to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
True, those beers may have been there for the past few months. Danny had gotten Tony to pick up a case of them because he liked to harbor the idea he and Paul would get drunk together one night. But Paul was always doing something these days. He never had the time to get drunk and Danny was primarily a social drinker unless he was suffering from intense guilt, a wounded ego and a rug-burned dick. Then drinking alone wasn’t only acceptable, but necessary.
He decided it was the rug burn that had him drinking before noon instead of the stark realization the light of day brought. In his desperation to taste the divine, he had promised he would hurt Paul.
* * * * *
Paul didn’t know how Danny could complain about being broke when he drove a car like he did. A top-of-the-line Mercedes that’d been a present for graduation because his parents couldn’t believe he actually followed the rules long enough to pass the classes required to graduate.
His house may be rough around the edges, but Danny did take care of his car. It still had that new-car smell clinging to it almost two years later. It made Paul’s old truck look like a real piece of shit. He would have mourned having to turn the Benz over as he pulled into Danny’s yard if he didn’t have other things to look forward to.
Paul grabbed his duffle bag off the passenger seat and walked toward the house with the thought that Danny needed to work on his yard. It was drowning in leaves. He let himself in, not surprised to find Danny’s door open.
“Danny Boy,” he called out, toeing the door closed with his sneaker. “I’m letting myself
“Tomorrow,” Danny mumbled, making it obvious he was already half asleep. “We’ll do Freak 101 then. Just let me enjoy you tonight.”
* * * * *
Danny rolled over, very aware of sweat and cum clinging to his body. Sex didn’t wear well the next day, especially wild, all-night-long, harsh-and-gritty sex with Paul. Danny made a mental note not to skip a shower next time as he stumbled into the bathroom.
His muscles ached. His cock was raw from too much sex. He examined it under the spray of the shower, stroking himself into an impressive hard-on. Had he really fucked without a condom? Without lube? He flinched from the sting caused by the hot water, feelingly like an idiot for making himself hard to begin with. One night with Paul and he was in need of serious recovery time.
Danny loved him, but not enough to risk his dick over.
He honestly couldn’t believe he had done that. Though Danny had turned being irresponsible into something close to an art form, he’d always been very cautious when it came to sex. One night with Paul obliterated a perfect track record of safe sex and he was seriously pissed at himself about it.
He made quick work of washing himself, choking back a curse as he did the necessary soap to rug-burned cock Paul would have probably gotten a hard-on over. To say this relationship, if that was even the proper title for what they had, was more intense than Danny was capable of dealing with was a profound understatement. He was second-guessing everything and silently thankful Paul was nowhere to be found.
It took some serious brainpower that early in the morning with no coffee to get the gears in his brain turning, but he did remember it was Monday. The fact Paul had managed to attend class was impressive, because Danny didn’t plan to do anything other than wash the sheets and lay around contemplating the sharp one-eighty his life had taken the night before.
It wasn’t until he got out of the shower that he realized they had left Paul’s truck back at Arty’s, which meant he had taken Danny’s car to school. Instead of getting pissed off about it, he saw it as an opportunity to really throw responsibility to the wind. Now well and truly stuck, he might as well get drunk. He walked naked and dripping to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
True, those beers may have been there for the past few months. Danny had gotten Tony to pick up a case of them because he liked to harbor the idea he and Paul would get drunk together one night. But Paul was always doing something these days. He never had the time to get drunk and Danny was primarily a social drinker unless he was suffering from intense guilt, a wounded ego and a rug-burned dick. Then drinking alone wasn’t only acceptable, but necessary.
He decided it was the rug burn that had him drinking before noon instead of the stark realization the light of day brought. In his desperation to taste the divine, he had promised he would hurt Paul.
* * * * *
Paul didn’t know how Danny could complain about being broke when he drove a car like he did. A top-of-the-line Mercedes that’d been a present for graduation because his parents couldn’t believe he actually followed the rules long enough to pass the classes required to graduate.
His house may be rough around the edges, but Danny did take care of his car. It still had that new-car smell clinging to it almost two years later. It made Paul’s old truck look like a real piece of shit. He would have mourned having to turn the Benz over as he pulled into Danny’s yard if he didn’t have other things to look forward to.
Paul grabbed his duffle bag off the passenger seat and walked toward the house with the thought that Danny needed to work on his yard. It was drowning in leaves. He let himself in, not surprised to find Danny’s door open.
“Danny Boy,” he called out, toeing the door closed with his sneaker. “I’m letting myself
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