Chapter 14 Daniel
DANIEL
The caveman routine turned me on even more. Which irked me. I usually hated it, but fuck me, the only thing keeping me from dropping to my knees and sucking him off was the security camera recording in the corner.
Instead of giving in to my urges, I spent the time between my floor and his drinking him in as if he were a tall, cool glass of water on a hot summer day.
He wasn’t as tall as some of the guys on the team.
He wasn’t as beefy as some of the guys on the team.
But he was flexible, strong with endurance and stamina, the flex of which I’ve never seen.
The short refractory period didn’t hurt either.
The staring contest between us grew hotter with every passing moment.
By the time the elevator stopped, we were both breathing deep, damn near panting.
Glancing at his cock, I was certain he was leaking so much that the spot on his pants that looked wet was actually precum.
My mouth watered, thinking of how he felt on my tongue, in my mouth, his flavor bursting over my taste buds as he came down my throat.
Xander stepped toward me, stopping when the doors slid open. He turned, strode out of the elevator car and down the hall, never once looking back. I followed him, determined to fuck or fight, whichever got us out of this fucking stalemate we’d been in over the last couple of weeks.
Halfway down the hallway, he stopped, unlocked the door, pushed it open, then stood back so I could enter. I looked at him, really looked at him. The uncertainty I saw tugged at my heart. This could get bad. Terrible, really.
Throwing caution to the wind, I stepped inside.
Fight or fuck. Given how rough we both got during sex already, I wasn’t sure if I could handle rage sex with him.
I’d give it a go because rage fucking was hot with someone not Xander Madison.
With him, it just might cause a nuclear winter afterward.
Although, sex with him held the promise of that as it was.
The door slammed, but other than acknowledging its shutting, I paid it no mind. I wanted to get a feel for him, for what he liked, what he disliked, how he spent his free time. All the things that made Xander, well…Xander.
“Answer the question.”
“Which question?”
“Don’t be evasive. Coy just makes you look stupid.”
“If you’re talking about Parker, then no, I did not tell him about us. Why?”
“Because he confronted me on the firing range and told me you’re a great guy.”
“I am a great guy. Do you not agree?”
He growled, shoving his hands into his hair as he stalked away. I waited for him to chew my ass for being evasive again. When several moments had passed, I sighed. “Good to know you don’t agree.”
“I agree. You are a great guy, but why would he pull me aside to tell me that?”
“I don’t know. He was downstairs. We could’ve easily asked him.”
That got his attention. He spun his eyes so intensely it felt as if he were pinning me to the wall with them. “Tell me you’re fucking joking.”
Shaking my head while taking a deep breath, I approached him. “Xander…” I said, my hands sliding up his arms, over his shoulders, to cup his neck. My thumbs lifted his chin so his eyes would meet mine.
“Don’t placate me…”
“I’m not. I promise. To answer your question, I don’t know why Parker pulled you aside. Did he say anything else?”
“He told me I could act like I didn’t know what he was talking about, but it didn’t change the truth.”
“Anything else?
“I asked if he pimped out all his boyfriends and if he was trying to get us caught?”
I laughed in his face. There was no containing it.
He rolled his eyes, and a bashful smile tugged at his lips. “It’s not fucking funny.”
“It kinda is. Anything else I need to know?”
More eye rolling.
“He said something to the effect of no, he was just trying to get me to pull my head out of my ass, and I asked if he was saying the two of you aren’t together, to which he replied my issue was a non-issue.”
Smiling, I leaned down, taking his lips with mine. Soft, sweet kisses, nothing overly sexual. I missed this—kissing him. I wanted to tell him that, but it would only freak him out, so I bit my tongue, dropped my forehead against his, and said, “He’s right, it is a non-issue.”
“So you’re saying…
“I’m saying that Parker Holt and I are friends. Have we screwed around? Yes. For two highly sexual gay guys living inside a closet, not entirely of our own making. There are times when we both have needs, and the best way to get those met is with each other.”
“So you guys are together?”
The question reminded me of his age. I wasn’t old by any means, but a closeted twenty-year-old who’d spent the last two years in a BUD/S pipeline might as well be a virgin. I should walk away, but he spun me up like no other, and I couldn’t fathom giving that up unless forced to do so.
Smiling softly, I explained, “No, we are not together. We are, however, best friends who take advantage of the resources at our disposal.”
He exhaled laughter, and I sighed in relief. “So…dinner?”
The breathy amusement turned to full-scale hilarity that forced his head back on his shoulders. “Daddio, you need to get better pickup lines.”
Dropping my hands to the back of his thighs, I lifted him, pressed him against the wall at his back, and notched myself between his thick thighs as they wrapped around my waist. “How’s that for a pickup line?”
“I never took you for a tease.”
“What the fuck do you mean, tease?”
“All the good bits are covered up, also known as a fucking tease. Now, if we were naked and I was riding your cock…”
Pinning him to the wall with my hips, I gripped his jaw between my thumb and fingers, and took his mouth so forcefully that copper laced our kiss.
Neither of us seemed to give a shit. With a civilian, I’d have worried enough to call a halt to things.
I should be worried anyway, but I wanted him with a recklessness that should’ve scared me.
There were a lot of should-be’s when it came to Xander, but I ignored every one of them. Something about him spoke to me in a way no man ever had. I feared that if I walked away from him, I’d never find something like this again.
We parted, breathing heavy. His tongue found the corner of his mouth. “You mentioned dinner.”
I nodded, confused as to where his mind was.
“Bloody man meat isn’t on the menu, but I’ll order you a steak.”
I lost it. Laughter—boisterous, snorting, raucous, convulsing—filled me until I choked and nearly dropped him. Luckily, agility and quick thinking kept him from hitting the floor.
When the hilarity died away, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth as an apology. My thumb rubbed the full pout as I tried to come up with something witty to say, but he overwhelmed me. Robbed me while gifting me something I was too scared to name.
His brow pinched as he stared up at me. “C’mon, Daddio. Food first, then we fuck.”
My head bobbed, paused, then bobbed again.
His forehead scrunched again, but he shook his head and slipped out of my arms, leaving me standing facing the wall I’d pinned him against as if I’d gone stupid.
And I had. This man tied me in knots. My insides swirled with all the shit he made me feel.
And that scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I’d never been so fucking petrified.
“Daniel? You okay?”
I nodded, scrubbed my hand over my face, then joined him in the kitchen. If he had issues with needing someone, knowing where my head was would send him running as fast as he could go, even if this was his apartment.
“Since you took man meat off the menu for the night, fucking rude by the way, what are you thinking?”
He held several takeout menus aloft. Unable to resist, I grabbed the one for San Diego’s best burger joint. “They will make sure I get all the meat I can stomach.”
He chuckled, cupping his crotch. My eyes dropped to his hand. I waited for some witty comeback to cross his lips, but he just smirked, asking, “What do you want?”
For you to shove me to my knees and fill my mouth with your cock and my stomach with your cum.
I cleared my throat, my eyes still glued to his crotch and the hand that failed to hide the prize beneath the tented fabric. “The…um…double bacon cheeseburger. No ketchup, tomato, or mustard.”
“Do you want fries with that?”
I heard the words, but my brain stopped processing anything other than his actions after he opened his jeans, took out his dick, licked his palm, and started stroking himself.
His hand slid slowly up and down his shaft.
The purple bulbous tip shined…no, fucking glistened as it popped in and out of the stranglehold he had on himself.
Skin tickling. Mouth watering. Chest heaving. I licked my lips. The cheeseburger I ordered, I have a vague recollection. The only thing I wanted now was his cock…
Snapping caught my attention, but I couldn’t look away. A distant chuckle sounded in the room, followed by a whimper—mine—when his hand stopped moving.
“There he is. Now, do you want fries with your burger?”
The fuck could he be talking about fucking food? “I don’t give a fuck.”
“Good answer.”
His response led me to believe he’d be returning to the regularly scheduled programming, but instead of the snick snick sound of him jerking his leaking cock, beeps filled the air.
“I’d like to place an order for delivery.”
Growling, I grabbed the phone, disconnected the call, tossed the damn thing on the couch, and dropped to my knees. I ignored the gurgle of laughter, fended off his attempts to get me back to my feet, and the convulsion of my throat as I gagged on his dick when I swallowed him to the root.
He’d tortured me enough. I needed him. His cock kept me from saying it out loud, thankfully. I couldn’t deal with him and his baggage around that word. Not now. Not while my dick soaked my pants with precum and he flooded my mouth with his.