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  Danny had started trembling before Luke ever touched him. Now that Luke actually was touching him, and touching him down there no less, and with his face, and looking at him with those gorgeous blue eyes, Danny was trembling so hard he thought he might actually fall off the bed. And if he fell on his dick it would probably snap like a tree limb, that’s how hard it was.

  “Touch me then,” Danny managed to say around a quaking intake of breath, and Luke smiled up at him as he obediently circled Danny’s rigid cock with his hand.

  Danny closed his eyes and sighed. Then he gasped when Luke slid his still-sweaty hand up the shaft of Danny’s dick to gently enclose the head of it in his fist.

  Conversationally, Luke said, “So I take it you’re pretty happy about not being a virgin any longer.”

  “Fuck you,” Danny stammered, feeling his cock pulsate in Luke’s grasp. Every nerve ending in Danny’s body seemed to have migrated to the head of his pecker. Jeez, he didn’t know nerve endings could move around like that.

  Again, Luke pressed his lips to Danny’s balls, even while he continued to stroke Danny’s dick. Slowly. Teasing the glans. Gently fingering the corona. Rubbing his thumb over the slit, dispersing the moisture leaking out like Danny was in dire need of a new gasket or something. Danny’s hips rose and fell with every movement of Luke’s hand, every twiddle of Luke’s thumb. His legs opened wider to give Luke better access. Danny wasn’t exactly sure where it was Luke planned to go, but wherever it was, Danny saw no harm in making his journey a smooth one. He reached down to brush his fingers through Luke’s ginger hair when Luke took advantage of the better access he was offered to kiss the tender skin at the base of Danny’s balls.

  With his tongue sliding closer and closer to Danny’s hole, and with Danny spreading his legs wider and wider to let him get there, Luke mumbled, “You want to be careful bandying words like “fuck” around. You never know where it might lead.”

  “You’re right,” Danny said, realizing what Luke meant. He was pretty sure he wasn’t ready for that. “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you?”

  Danny stammered. “Well, I—think I am.”

  And Luke laughed. “Yeah, right. You look about as sorry as I do.”

  Then he pushed Danny’s long hairy legs high in the air, cast and all, and buried his face between Danny’s ass cheeks. No warning. No heads up. Nothing. Just bam! There he was. He nibbled and slurped and foraged around Danny’s opening until Danny, giggling and gasping and writhing like a crazy person, finally screamed for him to stop.

  So Luke stopped. He stopped with his tongue resting lightly over Danny’s hole. Unmoving. Hot. He left it there so long, exerting just the slightest pressure onto Danny’s sphincter, that suddenly Danny didn’t want him to stop any more, and started sliding his ass over Luke’s face and tugging at Luke’s hair until Luke got back in the ass-licking business. Which he did with gusto.

  “Oh, Jesus—” Danny sputtered. He was so excited now, he was chewing on his own arm. “Sixty-nine, Luke. Please. Sixty-nine. Swing around and let me get at you before I come all by myself.”

  “Hardly all by yourself,” Luke harrumphed, sounding hurt and possibly even emotionally scarred by such a callous statement coming from someone whose ass was at that very moment getting such a fine and thorough rim job. “I’m helping a little.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Luke snorted a laugh, his lips still pressed to Danny’s sphincter. “Well, since you insist.” And so he did. As he wiggled his way around on the bed to face the other direction, he stopped long enough en route to give Danny a long probing kiss on the lips. Danny held Luke close, his tongue exploring the depths of Luke’s mouth now that it had moved from one orifice to the other. He stroked Luke’s warm velvet body from his neck to his ankles and back again. Danny had never felt anything so electrifying in his life. Luke’s body was everything he had ever imagined another man’s body to be. And he wanted all of it.

  All of it.

  It took a minute for Luke to get properly situated, but once he did, he and Danny found themselves in the very same position they had loved so much the night before. Face to crotch. The both of them. As he lowered his hungry mouth over Luke’s rigid, beautiful cock, Danny figured this was about as close to heaven as he was ever going to get.

  Luke reciprocated, and the next thing the two of them knew, they were clutching each other’s asses and driving their dicks into each other’s mouths and spraying come down each other’s throats like a couple of horny fire hoses.

  When their two hearts stopped bouncing around like a pair of basketballs and eventually settled down, they gazed across the long expanse of each other’s naked bodies and allowed themselves a gentle smile of appreciation.

  “Thank you,” Luke said.

  But Danny couldn’t speak. Not yet. He pressed his face to Luke’s thigh and felt the blond hair there scrape across his cheek. He laid his lips to the hard nub of Luke’s knee and tasted it with his tongue. Inhaling Luke’s scent, he closed his eyes when Luke’s hand slid along Danny’s stomach, softly caressing, obviously relishing the feel of his skin. Then Danny felt Luke’s lips on his stomach.

  They both shivered and smiled.

  When Danny finally managed to speak, he said words he had no idea were coming. But once they were spoken, he knew they were exactly right.

  “I really love being with you.” And the moment he said them, his heart started hammering again. He wasn’t exactly sure why.

  But Danny calmed down when he felt Luke’s smile brush against his pubic hair. Luke’s breath tickled him there. He reached around to stroke Luke’s back and pull Luke’s body even closer. That way it tickled a little less.

  “I know,” Luke said, pulling Danny closer too. Snuggling in for all he was worth. Pushing his face into Danny’s stomach. Inhaling Danny’s scent, just like Danny had done to him. “I feel the same way.”

  “We’ve got a couple of weeks before our dads get back,” Danny ventured. “Why don’t you and Granger move in here until they do? I like it better when I can see you naked without using binoculars. Makes me feel like a perv doing that.”

  “Some people might say we’re pervs just doing what we’re doing right now.”

  “Screw ’em. What we’re doing right now is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t care what people think about it. I only know what I think about it.”

  “And what’s that, Danny?”

  But Danny couldn’t say what he truly felt. Not yet. Maybe not ever. So he simply stated the obvious, and let it go at that.

  “I like it.”

  Luke turned around and scooched up in the bed, dragging his lips along Danny’s belly and chest as he went. When the two of them were head to head, Luke pressed his lips to Danny’s forehead, then he kissed Danny’s eyelids, first the right one, then the left. And finally he gave Danny’s nose a quick peck as he dragged his fingertips though Danny’s shoulder-length hair.

  “Profound,” he said.

  While his face was getting all the attention, Danny nibbled at Luke’s neck. “Thanks.”

  Danny was still waiting for an answer to his suggestion about the two of them moving in together on a temporary basis. He had dredged up the courage to mention it once. He wasn’t sure he could ever find the guts to mention it again. But he needn’t have worried.

  Luke seemed to be thinking out loud when he said, “Somewhere across the way, I’ve got a box packed full of telephone stuff. In that box are enough phone extension cords to drag our house phone halfway back to Tucson if we wanted. Shouldn’t be anything to drag it through the hedge and across the yard over to here. That way when my dad calls, he won’t know I’m here instead of there. Pretty smart, huh?”

  Danny’s heart did a flip-flop. “So you’ll do it? You’ll move in?”

  Luke cradled Danny’s face in his hands and scooted his lips down to press them against Danny’s mouth. Then he pulled back to study Danny’s expres
sion. “Sure I’ll do it. Did you think I’d say no?”

  “Well, I—”

  Luke glanced over to the bookcase by the window. Frederick’s ass was hanging off the shelf. He was sound asleep.

  Luke gave a tsk. “Your poor cat doesn’t know what hell he’s about to be in for. Granger will drive him nuts.”

  “Fuck the cat,” Danny said. “Let’s have sex again.”

  Luke propped himself up on one elbow and stared down into Danny’s eager eyes. “What, already?”

  Danny’s hands slid south. One cupped Luke’s balls, the other stroked Luke’s fuzzy ass.

  “Yes, please,” Danny said.

  And Luke grinned. “Well, as long as you say please.” He felt Danny’s dick twitch against his leg. He liked feeling it there. Luke thought Danny looked as if he pretty much liked feeling it there too. Luke grinned, getting caught up in Danny’s enthusiasm. “Just give me a minute to catch up.”

  Danny grinned back, as happy as he had ever been in his life. “Take all the time you need.”

  Chapter 8

  DANNY dragged half his clothes out of the closet and flung it all under the bed to make room for Luke’s stuff. Luke didn’t bring everything over to Danny’s house, of course. Hell, he had just schlumped it all out of the moving van and stuffed it into his own house, so he didn’t want to move it again. Besides, while he was staying with Danny, Luke figured he wouldn’t need that many clothes anyway. At least he hoped he wouldn’t. He and Danny seemed to get along just fine wearing nothing but a couple of smiles and maybe an occasional layer of sweat.

  There was also the fact this was a temporary arrangement and they both knew it. Their dads would be arriving in a couple of weeks and that would pretty well throw a monkey wrench into the whole shebang.

  Still, for two weeks, he and Danny would be on their own. And Luke was thrilled.

  He was also beginning to wonder if maybe he wasn’t falling a little bit in love. Danny was absolutely the best thing that had ever happened to Luke. And Danny’s body was exactly the kind of body Luke found most attractive. Long, lean, responsive. Danny’s sweetness was a big draw too. And his innocence, which Luke was doing everything he could to cure the guy of. Tee hee. The only drawback Luke could see to Danny at all was the cast on his left leg and the ankle monitor on his right. But even working around those impediments was kind of fun. Just took a little patience and ingenuity is all.

  The most astonishing thing of all was the fact Luke was pretty sure Danny was falling in love with him too. Danny certainly got some loving looks in his eyes sometimes. And God, he was sexy when he got those looks.

  Luke found the packing box with all the telephone stuff in it and hooked together one telephone extension cord after another until they stretched all the way across two lawns, from Luke’s kitchen outlet to where they snaked up the side of Danny’s house and through his bedroom window. Luke still had his cell phone, too, but he never knew if his dad would call on the cell or the landline, so having both phones available at Danny’s house took care of that little problem. Now Luke’s dad would never need to know Luke wasn’t home at all. Of course, Luke would still be close. When he wasn’t working on getting the house ready for his dad’s return, he could easily keep an eye on the property from Danny’s bedroom window at night. If he could drag his face out of Danny’s crotch long enough.

  So the days passed. And they were happy days.

  He and Danny settled into a strange but ultimately satisfying routine. They each managed to accomplish everything they needed to do as far as their own chores went and still find plenty of time to be together. They took their meals together, spent each idle minute together, and found lots of time to lay by Danny’s pool and sunbathe. Even if Danny couldn’t go in the water, Luke certainly could. And he enjoyed the hell out of it. And Danny enjoyed the hell out of watching him.

  They both loved the hours they spent by the pool. Eyeing each other’s bodies as they lay together in the hot sun, and occasionally reaching out to share a touch, they found themselves talking for hours on end. On those lazy afternoons, with the summer sun pounding down on them and their tans quickly deepening, they talked about everything that popped into their heads. They talked so much they discovered just about everything there was to learn about each other. But it was the secrets they didn’t mean to share, but eventually did, that were the real eye-openers.

  They were astonished to learn they both enjoyed writing stories. After overcoming a certain reluctance about sharing their talents, they finally showed each other everything they had written from grade school on. They laughed over some of the plotlines and groaned over some of the really bad writing, which took another pair of eyes to spot.

  They talked about the angst of being gay, and knowing you were gay, but being afraid to share that truth with the world and with the people who love you. Danny was still astounded that Luke, whose father was openly gay, had not had the courage to tell his dad about his own gayness. Even Luke couldn’t really explain why that was.

  One afternoon, Danny lay at the apron of the pool on the hot concrete, merely dragging his arms through the cool water because he knew if he actually dove in, he would sink like a rock, thanks to his fucking cast. Luke floated in front of him on the inflatable raft, flat on his back, eyes closed against the sun. Their hands came together in the water and they vowed to each other that the very day their two dads came back into town, they would sit them down and tell them the truth about their homosexuality.

  Luke supposed his dad would be understanding about it. Why wouldn’t he? He was gay himself. But Danny had no idea how his own father would react.

  Still, it was something that had to be brought out in the open sooner or later. And now that Danny had spent time in Luke’s arms, and he could honestly say his days of being a virgin were happily over, he knew he could never really be himself until his dad knew who he truly was. He wished, too, that he could tell his dad how nuts he was about Luke. But Danny hadn’t even said those words to Luke yet, although the time was drawing near when he knew he probably would. They were on the tip of his tongue every day now. Soon they would come spilling out whether he wanted them to or not.

  So swallowing back the words for now, both he and Luke fell a little more in love with every passing moment they spent together. Savoring the summer and the hours they shared, they relished every single day.

  But, oh, the nights! The nights were revelations! Holding hands in front of the TV. Giggling through their dinners. Then reaching out to each other like two innocent children, leading each other up the stairs where their childish personas fell away and they became what they truly were. Men. Men driven by need and passion and consuming curiosity. Those hours in each other’s arms were more fulfilling than anything either of them had ever expected to find in their young lives.

  But they did find it. And they found themselves protecting those precious hours together above all else.

  Small imaginings began to creep into their minds as they lay naked, sated, cuddling. Imaginings concerning what it might be like to really live together. To really commit to each other. Perhaps it was fear that kept the words from being spoken out loud. For neither could bear the thought of scaring the other away.

  So the days went by. The sex got better and better. The longings grew exponentially. But still the words were left unsaid. It wasn’t time yet, they both thought. They hadn’t been together long enough. Hell, it hadn’t even been a week since they first came face to face.

  But still, Danny and Luke knew in their individual hearts that only one word could convey the way each of them felt about the other. That word was love. They just couldn’t find the courage to say it out loud.

  And while they waited for that courage to show itself, they still had to deal with real life.

  It was a simple cry in the night that first lured their attention away from each other.

  But it was Frederick the cat who finally brought reality crashing down upon their
heads.

  THEY lay spooning in the bed, watching the gibbous moon through Danny’s bedroom window as it climbed ever so slowly up the star-spattered California sky. A nice breeze had come up and found its way through the darkness to cool the sweat on their skin as they lay in each other’s arms. Cozy and contented, they listened to their pulses hammer down to normalcy after simultaneous orgasms had put their hearts into thundering hyperdrive about two minutes earlier.

  Danny pushed his face into the back of Luke’s ginger hair and breathed in his scent. It was a scent he knew as well as his own now. And it was a scent he was crazy about.

  He could still taste Luke’s come in his mouth, and he knew Luke could still taste his. While their lovemaking had in no way become rote, one unchanging pattern did seem to have come from the many times they had now explored each other’s bodies. That was the cuddling they enjoyed afterward. The gentle stroking of the other’s skin, the lazy kisses, the twining of fingers, the pulling together to hold each other close. Lying in each other’s arms, they could barely restrain a tandem euphoric sigh.

  Luke reached behind his head and laid a hand to Danny’s cheek as Danny continued to nuzzle his nose into Luke’s hair. Danny’s breath was hot against Luke’s scalp. Hot and comforting. Luke twisted his head around to kiss Danny’s luscious bicep, which he was using for a pillow.

  “I love the way you hold me,” Luke whispered. He was too relaxed to raise his voice to anything higher than a contented murmur. If he were a cat, he would have been purring. “I love the way you do everything.”

  Danny smiled. “Except cook,” he said.

  “Well, yeah. That you suck at. And I mean not in a good way.”

  Again, Danny found himself fighting back the words he wanted to say more than anything in the world. Swallowing vows he wanted to make. Burying declarations of love beneath a mundane layer of mindless discourse that didn’t really express the way he felt at all. “I love everything you do too,” he said, and immediately felt guilty, as if those simple words were really a lie. But they weren’t a lie. They just weren’t the words he wanted to speak. They didn’t even come close.