Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 01 - Dark Horse (46 page)

Dan reaches out and runs his hands under the front of Jeff’s robe, feels the hair on his chest, still a little damp from the shower. Jeff’s staring at him like he’s not sure what to do, and Dan likes being the one with a plan. He runs his hands down along Jeff’s skin, uses his nails to bring a little shiver, and then he’s at the loosely tied knot of the robe, and he nudges it so it falls almost open. Dan can see the dark patch of Jeff’s hair, and his cock nestled in it, already half hard. Jeff makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp, and his hands catch Dan’s wrists, holding them still. “Dan, this is not a good idea.”

Dan just smiles again, and he does his best to put the promise of all kinds of wickedness in his look. “Jeff, this is the best idea I’ve had in a long time.” He doesn’t try to get his hands free, though, just lets Jeff hold him there as Dan spreads his hands out as wide as they’ll go, his fingers reaching up along Jeff’s belly and down into the very top of his pubic hair. Then he takes a half-step forward and falls to his knees, his mouth nestling through the opening in the bathrobe and catching Jeff’s cock like they were made to fit together. It’s a bit tricky to work a half-hard dick with no hands, but Dan feels like he’s up to the challenge, and apparently he is, because it isn’t long before Jeff’s rock hard, and his fingers are tight on Dan’s wrists.

Jeff tries once more. “Dan, seriously… please….” Dan can’t imagine why he’s bothering. If Dan didn’t give up before, there’s no way he’s going to now, not when he’s got Jeff’s cock, hard and red and glorious, right in front of him. He does pull off for just a second, long enough to say, “If you want me to stop, move away,” but then he’s quick to get his mouth back around Jeff, swallowing him down hard, feeling his cock hit the back of Dan’s throat and then press even further down, as Dan works his way right to the base. He slurps back up and then down and again, and Jeff isn’t even pretending to object anymore. One of his hands releases Dan’s wrist and goes to the back of his head, and Dan moans a little and presses back into it. This is what he wants, what he needs. Something mindless and primitive and pure.

Dan takes his free hand and uses it to take Jeff’s other hand off of Dan’s wrist, and guides it back to hold its side of Dan’s head. The invitation is clear, especially when Dan changes his posture a little to improve the angle. Jeff’s talking again, but he’s not objecting any more, and the words coming out of his mouth turn Dan on more than anything else so far. Jeff’s moaning. “Oh shit, babe, your lips, your beautiful lips wrapped around me, you feel so good. Yeah… oh, yeah, like that. That’s so good, Dan, so perfect, so… oh, Jesus, you are good at this.” He keeps going, his hips driving in long, slow thrusts, and Dan brings one of his own hands down and unzips his fly, pushes his jeans down enough to get his underwear down under his balls, and then he wraps his hand around himself and groans around Jeff’s thick cock.

“Oh, yeah, babe, you’re… oh, I need to see that… please,” and Jeff’s hands are pulling Dan’s head away from him. Dan fights a little, doesn’t want to let go, but Jeff’s insistent. So Dan surrenders to the idea, straightening up a little and using his free hand to push his pants and underwear farther down, and then leaning backward, arching his spine and pushing his hard cock up in the air for Jeff to see. He keeps working himself, and uses his other hand to pull his T-shirt off over his head, giving Jeff a better view. Jeff’s cock jumps a little at the sight, and Dan gives him a wicked smile, then levers himself back up. Just before he takes Jeff’s cock back, he slips his middle finger into his mouth, getting it wet with spit.

Jeff sees him do it and his eyes go even darker. He practically grabs Dan’s head and pushes his cock back in, moaning, “Oh, yeah, man, do it.” Dan doesn’t need to be asked twice, and he runs his hand back through the legs that Jeff spreads for him, finds his hole and runs the finger around the edge just once before pushing in firmly, driving in and rubbing until he finds the right spot. Jeff almost shouts, and his hips start moving faster and harder. He’s hitting the back of Dan’s throat every time now, and usually he slides past but every now and then the angle is wrong, making Dan gag. Dan loves the thought of choking on Jeff’s cock, and increases the pressure and speed with his finger.

Jeff doesn’t last much longer. He moans a little and releases Dan’s head, giving him the choice to pull off if he wants to, but this is Jeff, and Dan doesn’t know if this is ever going to happen again, and he wants every drop of the experience. He pulls away enough so he won’t choke, and then takes the hand from his cock to Jeff’s, working his balls and then bringing a finger back to work just behind them, so he’s massaging Jeff’s prostate both inside and out. That’s what it takes and Jeff is coming, hard hot spasms into Dan’s mouth, and it’s perfect, it’s what Dan came here for, and he brings his hand back down for two quick, hard pulls and then he’s coming, too, shooting out all over his hand, the floor, Jeff’s feet.

They’re both quiet for a minute, breathing hard and coming back to reality. Dan’s head is resting against Jeff’s hip, but he pulls it away as he takes his finger out of Jeff’s ass. Jeff still has his robe mostly on, and Dan reaches up and rubs his come off on the hem as Jeff watches. Then Dan takes the belt of the robe and pulls everything back together. He drags his own pants up as he rises to his feet, and then he finally looks Jeff in the eye. “So… I think you mentioned a beer?”

Dan shrugs. “Seems like a shame, but I guess it’s your call.” He reaches down and pulls his T-shirt off the floor, but instead of putting it back on, he tucks the end of it in his jeans pocket. Dan’s never really understood the psychology of it, but guys like guys with tails. He turns and saunters out of the room, giving his hips enough of a roll to make the shirt move a little, but not enough to seem burlesque or effeminate. He thinks.

Jeff follows him a minute later, and he’s still in his robe. Dan sees it and smiles, probably his first real smile since he got here, and Jeff smiles back, laughing a little before getting serious. “Shit, Dan, what the hell are we doing?”

Jeff rubs his neck, crossing to the fridge and pulling out two beers. He takes the lids off and hands one to Dan. “Yeah, I did. We did. But… the idea wasn’t that you’d use me as a way to say ‘fuck you’ to Evan.”

Dan shakes his head. “That’s not what this is.”
“It’s not. So you’re not mad at Evan?”

Dan shrugs. “Not really. I mean, it’s a fucked-up situation, no doubt, but… I see Evan’s point. He’s got to look after his sister, and there are bad people out there. Apparently I’m related to some of them.”

Jeff frowns. “Okay, I’m gonna need more details. When Evan called he was just going into the meeting with the security consultants. He knew they had concerns about clearing you, but he didn’t know what they were yet.” He looks around. “Okay, beers on the deck is still a good idea. Let’s go sit down, figure this out.”

Dan snorts a little at Jeff’s naiveté, his belief that everything can be figured out through talk. But, hey, Jeff’s still in his robe, so…. Dan follows him outside.

The backyard is beautiful and secluded, a tall wooden privacy fence itself largely hidden by trees and tall shrubs. The screening gives Dan ideas, but he needs a little recovery time, and figures Jeff must need at least as much.

But that doesn’t mean he wants to talk about the situation at the farm. Instead, he says, “So, your show opens this Friday, right?” When Jeff nods, Dan continues. “So, I don’t really know anything about that. Is it…. Do you choose the paintings, and then they put them up and try to sell them for you? I mean, is it mostly about selling? Or just showing them to people?”

Jeff looks like he knows Dan’s going for the evasion, but he lets him get away with it. Sort of. “It’s a mix of the two, I guess. It’d be great if I got sales, but it’s also about building a reputation, getting people interested in my work, even if they aren’t looking to buy right now. It’s sort of like a horse show, really—you might interest a buyer there, but really you’re just showing off the animals and your training, so that when it is the time to buy, people will come to you. Evan said the trial went pretty well yesterday….”

Dan grins a little at Jeff’s attempt to get them back to the Kaminski topic. “Yeah, it was pretty good. Kip won his level—the competition wasn’t fierce, but it was solid. And Winston and Chaucer had a good intro. I guess it’s funny, them having their first shows, you having your first show. Are you excited about it?”

Jeff drowns his laugh in a swallow of beer, and Dan relaxes a little. This is much easier than talking about anything serious. “Yeah, I really am. I mean, it’s nerve-wracking, obviously. A lot of stress. I feel like I’m putting myself on display, sort of. But at least art is a
figurative
expression of myself, not a literal one. It’s not like people came into my home and grilled me about my personal stuff. You must really have hated that.”

Okay, that game’s over. Time for a new one. Dan’s shirt is still off, and he stands up and walks out into the middle of the yard, feeling the afternoon sun on his skin. He faces the back of the yard and lifts his arms up, stretching his back, letting his muscles roll. “This is a great yard, man. It’s really… private.” He looks back over his shoulder at Jeff, making sure he’s sending the right signal.

Jeff just shakes his head. “Oh, no. You caught me by surprise last time, but I’m on to you now. I know your tricks.” He’s smiling, but there’s a bit of a warning in there too. Dan decides to ignore it. Recovery time is over.

He smiles at Jeff. “Oh, no, you’ve hardly seen any of my tricks. I’ve got
lots
more to show you.” He moves back toward the deck, sun still warm on his face, and high enough in the sky that it doesn’t make him squint.

Jeff shakes his head. “No, Dan, come on, man. We need to sort this out. I mean, I understand if you don’t want to tell me what the security team is worried about. It must already feel like a violation of your privacy, without dragging me into it. But—”

“But it’s out of my hands now, so there’s no point in worrying about it. Not when there’s so many better things to do.” Dan steps up on the deck, eyes locked on Jeff’s. “I think I want to mark you.”

“What, am I not allowed to? Am I your dirty little secret?” Dan leans back a little and squints at Jeff. “Are you going to tell Evan about this?” It comes out a bit aggressively, and Dan deliberately softens his tone. “Are you gonna tell him how I sucked you off? How you fucked my mouth? Are you gonna tell him how it got me so turned on I barely needed to touch myself before I came?”

Dan shrugs. “So if you’re gonna tell him, why are you being shy now? Can I mark you, Jeff?” Dan catches Jeff’s eyes again, staring as he moves closer. “Can I?” He runs his fingers along Jeff’s jaw line and down his neck, sees the goose bumps rise. “Right here, Jeff?” he whispers, and his fingers feel Jeff’s convulsive swallow as he nods.

Dan doesn’t waste any time. He swings a leg over Jeff’s lap so he’s straddling him, and Jeff’s hands instinctively go to Dan’s hips. Dan smiles at that and grinds forward a little. They’re both still soft, but he doesn’t think that needs to continue. He puts his hands on either side of Jeff’s head and pushes him around a little, staring at his neck while he picks the exact spot he wants. He leans in and lays a wet kiss up underneath Jeff’s jaw line, the stubble tickling his lips and tongue. “Hmmm…,” he murmurs. “Good, but not quite—” He shifts over to the other side, to the little hollow just above Jeff’s collarbone. He licks a little here, nips even. It’s one of his favorite spots, the place that he and Ryan marked each other, and Dan feels Jeff’s hand on his chest, pressing on the fading bruise.

“Find somewhere else,” Jeff growls, and Dan smiles as he nips once more and then moves away. He’s known where he was going to end up all along, and Jeff has known too. Dan brings his mouth down to the side of Jeff’s neck, the exact spot Evan had chosen that night on the porch, and Dan goes to town. He puts his whole body into it, rubbing up against Jeff in a wave, thighs, crotch, belly, chest, and then starts over again, all the while sucking and licking and biting. Jeff has his head tilted way off to the side, and he’s making a little rumbling sound that Dan
feels
more than he hears, the vibrations carrying through Jeff’s throat to Dan’s sensitive tongue. Dan doesn’t stop until they’re both hard, and then he pulls away and brings Jeff’s head back to vertical.

He looks Jeff in the eyes and runs his fingers along his neck, rubbing along the purpling bruise. “I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to get up to get the stuff.” He leans down and nibbles again a little on Jeff’s neck. Then he murmurs, “I want to lick you, and work you open, and then I want to fuck you slow, while you’re on your back, so you can look at me and know who’s inside you.” Jeff groans a little and brings his mouth toward Dan’s, but Dan pulls away just enough to avoid him. He’s not sure why he’s holding out on that, but he doesn’t want to kiss Jeff. Not yet. “I want to be inside you while I jack you off. You can show me what you like, and the whole time I’ll be fucking you slow and deep.” He’s making this up as he goes, but he’s not surprised to find that he really does want to do it all. The description is getting him even more turned on than he already was. “Then when you come, I’m gonna pull out of you and lick you clean, and then I’m gonna flip you over and slam into you hard. You’re gonna be all relaxed, and I’m gonna let loose. I’m gonna fuck you as hard as I can, just pound away. Make sure you feel it for a while. Make sure you remember me.”

He leans down and sucks again on Jeff’s bruised neck, and Jeff almost whimpers as he simultaneously arches his neck and his hips into Dan. “Do you want that, Jeff? Do you want to do all that?” Jeff nods, and Dan grinds down again. “The problem is, though… I just can’t tear myself away from you for long enough to stand up and go inside the house. And the way I want to fuck you… we need lube for that. Lots of lube.” And then the phone rings. Jeff jerks as if he’s been shot, but Dan just shakes his head. “Ignore it, man. Unless it’s a lube delivery service, it’s nothing we need.”