CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Killjoy
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Killjoy
My phone rang and I stared at it sitting on the arm of the chair.
Was I working? Nope.
I was out in the garage, but instead of finishing up Wrangler’s bike, I was sittin’ here like I was waiting for the answer to fall out of the sky. The answer to what? Yeah, I didn’t have a damn clue.
I didn’t believe in the Lord Almighty or anything of the sort, but I wouldn’t have said no to some divine inspiration or guidance right now.
I’d been staring at my damn phone for an hour, going back and forth on whether I was going to look up Danny or not.
Part of me wanted to. I wanted to be on that live stream, watching him work.
But part of me didn’t want to do that to him.
Not that I could explain why. He’d given me permission.
Hell, he’d all but begged me to check it out.
So, yeah, I shouldn’t have felt guilty or like I was creeping in on his personal things.
Finally, I snatched up my phone and answered.
“You take care of it?” I asked Keys. He was the tech brother for Gray Fort, and the one I’d called to help fix Danny’s situation.
“Yeah, brother,” he replied. “It took me a bit to track the fucker down, but I did. I was able to get into his bank account, and I put the money back in Danny’s account. Apparently, this guy makes a habit of doing this shit.”
“Asshole,” I muttered.
I might not have lived straight by the law, but I wouldn’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. Danny didn’t deserve that shit. I was getting fired up thinkin’ about it, and I wanted to draw blood.
“Yeah,” Keys agreed. “I’m doing my best to untangle this shit and try and get the money back to the people he scammed.”
It might have been shitty, but Danny was my only concern right now. It was a good thing Keys took it on himself to do the right thing.
“We’ve decided to turn it over to the FBI when I’m done, anonymously, and they won’t be able to trace the reversals back to me,” he went on. Though his statement was smug, his tone wasn’t. “Unless you want his address?”
I thought about it for a long minute. I’d like to break his legs.
Maybe all his fingers. Some ribs, too. But would Danny want that?
No, I figured Danny would want to give the guy a second chance.
Spread some holiday spirit or some shit.
Leaving it up to the law was a break, in my opinion, so it was gonna have to be good enough.
There was a huge part of me that wanted to hunt his ex down and give him a hurting too.
But I didn’t think Danny would like that either.
So, I’d have to settle for other things.
Wasn’t sure what those other things were yet.
I figured I’d give myself some time to think on it.
Besides, it would have been shitty of me to give Keys more stuff to do so close to Christmas.
Maybe I’d been touched with a little of the holiday magic.
I imagined Danny would have been thrilled to hear it. Which was why I wasn’t gonna tell him.
“Nah,” I answered. “That’s good enough.”
“Well, your boy should be all set to go. So that’s a good thing, yeah?” There was something in his tone that dug at me, but I was too distracted to figure it out.
“He’s not my boy,” I said with a grunt.
“Uh, you do know that, um, he’s…” He cleared his throat, and I could hear the squeak of the leather as if he were shifting awkwardly in his desk chair. “He makes videos.”
“Yeah, I know. So fuckin’ what?”
“Have you seen them?”
I paused, brain spinning as I read between the lines.
“Have… you?”
Keys cleared his throat again.
“I was just trying to figure out who was staying with you. You didn’t want me to tell your brother, but that doesn’t mean we don’t look out for our own.” He sighed. “And I don’t need Crawler givin’ me shit for the next month once he gets wind of things, and you know he will.”
I grunted, but didn’t say anything. I was still waiting for him to give me an answer.
Mostly… I wanted to see the gut reaction I had when I heard it.
“So, of course, I looked into him. And I did stumble upon his stuff.”
“Just fuckin’ answer.”
“Yeah, okay. I did watch a few. And then a few more.” There was a long pause.
And despite the weird shit going on, I might have been smiling.
My gut didn’t clench. I didn’t like the idea of knowing he’d watched it, but I didn’t get that pissed-off-ready-to-kill-someone feeling that I’d been waiting for.
I think it mostly had to do with the fact that I knew Keys.
Which told me a lot.
It told me that I could really be there for Danny. I could support him without feeling like I was holding back.
And strangely, I was starting to want that.
“Is that a problem?” he asked with a sharpness in his tone.
“Because if there is a problem, I’m gonna have to go off on you a little.
He is his own man, and he has a right to do what he wants.
That’s his work. You can’t get upset with that.
And he’s got a way about it that is special. Think that kinda shit is needed.”
“Shut it,” I barked playfully. “I don’t got a problem. I haven’t seen his stuff yet, but I can tell you I’m proud of him. Just the way he talks about it, I can tell it makes him happy. Only a bastard fucker would take that away from him. I’m a lot of things, but I ain’t that.”
He chuckled, and the tension was broken.
“Good,” he said, tone lighter. “Besides, he isn’t my type. You know I like my women strong and my men fem.” I snorted. “When are you gonna tell your brother?”
“I’ll leave that up to you,” I said, then hung up.
I was actually chuckling, a smile on my face, even if I was shaking my head at my phone.
I wasn’t going to…
Was I?
Oh, I was so tempted to check out his work. Tempted more when a link came through from Keys.
It shouldn’t have felt strange about it, but there was something holding me back.
I tapped on the link. Dropped my card number to have access to Danny’s channel, and god help me, clicked auto-renew.
There were a lot of screengrabs coming at me. Some of them were his sexy face… well, his coming sexy face. His face was almost always sexy, and if not, it was damn adorable. Some of them were a close-up of his bedroom eyes, and that shit was enticing as hell.
There were quite a lot of them. While I saw a few with a partner, most of them looked like solo videos, leaving me to wonder if that was a preference or if it was just easier to film more content without having to rely on other people.
I scrolled back up to the top and saw that his latest live was over and he’d posted it.
Well, it was too late to join in on that, which might have been a good thing.
I didn’t need to be out in my garage, debating on whether to tug one out while also trying to support Danny.
I think that was what made it weird for me.
Like my brain was having trouble separating the two.
Would he take it as a compliment if I got off to him? Or was that just taking it too far?
Fuck, I never really thought of this shit before.
The smart thing would have been to head up to the cabin and talk to him. That way, I’d have my questions answered, and I could know how to approach it based on how he felt. Now that would be the respectful way to go about it.
Why the hell had it taken me this fuckin’ long to wise up?
Good. God. I was really taking dummy to a whole new level.
After shutting everything down, I made my way back to the house. His live thing was done, so he had to have been on a break, right?
The moment I stepped into the mudroom, I learned just how wrong I’d been in thinking that.
There was Danny, ass up for the camera, big red and white dildo in his grasp.
And, fuck me, he was fucking himself hard with that fake, oversized candy cane.
If I hadn’t seen it when I picked up the aftermath of his dicks exploding like a confetti bomb, I might have been surprised at the sight of it.
“Oh fuck,” he said, and a long moan followed. I hated that it was muted by the door separating us
Fuck, he was taking it so beautifully. His face contorted with a mix of concentration and strain. I wondered if he was holding himself back. Did he need to come but wasn’t ready for it to be over? From where I stood, I could see the sweat beading on his face. He was fucking sexy.
His eyes opened and locked with mine. His lips kicked up in a smile, and he beckoned me closer with a nod of his head.
I ditched my gear faster than I thought possible.
I would have sworn my hand was shaking as I gripped the handle and turned it.
I tried to tiptoe in, but I wasn’t a quiet guy.
A couple of boards creaked under my socked feet as I made my way over to the table.
I took a seat in the hard chair, hoping it would help me from getting too comfortable.
I was half tempted to pull my cock out and give it a few strokes for relief, but I held off.
His eyes stayed glued to mine as he worked that striped dildo in and out of his ass.
His teeth sank into his lip, but he still held a hint of that smile.
“I want you,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for me, but hell, I was gonna say it was.
He shoved the candy cane into his ass, leaving just the hooked part hanging out.
Then he flipped over, back arching off the couch as he spread his legs for the camera.
He hooked one over the back of the couch and let the other foot fall flat to the floor.
His hand worked frantically over his cock.
I tilted my head and watched as his balls pulled tight.
He was close. I wished I could help him out.
Wished I could have been the one to push him over the edge.
“It feels so good,” he said, the fingers of his free hand digging into the arm of the couch above his head. “I’m going to come. I want you to come with me. Please, tell me you’re close.”
I knew he was talking to the camera, but his tone was so real, voice so sincere, it was hard not to feel like it was personal, like it was just him and me here.
Was this what Keys was talking about?
Was Danny like this all the time?
Something welled up in my chest. It was beautiful and special.
Maybe I’d already fallen for him. Or maybe this was the moment I truly did. I couldn’t fuckin’ tell ya. But I did know that my whole heart opened, pulled him inside, and locked up as I sat there watching him.
They could have parts of him, but the whole Danny was mine. No one could tell me differently.
Now, how the hell was I supposed to get him to see that?
He let out a breathy moan as he came, the spurt splattering across his chest, covering his nipple. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I wanted to lick it up. Get my first taste of him. I was fucking desperate for it.
When he let out a long, soft sigh, my gaze was drawn back to his face. A serene expression had overtaken him, and I couldn’t look away.
He let out a long, sated-sounding hum as he shook the last dribble of cum from the tip of his perfect dick.
“Thank you,” he said to the camera, eyes still half-lidded. “Happy Holidays.”
He let out a cute chuckle as he sat up and reached over to stop the cameras.
Then he flopped back onto the couch, looking completely boneless.
I couldn’t help but smile as I rose to my feet. I might not have known what to do next, but some kind of instinct kicked in, and I didn’t fucking deny it.