Licence to Thrill
Title: Licence to Thrill
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Rating: NC-17 for sexual shenanigans
Summary: Is variety really the spice of life?
Disclaimer: Not mind, don’t own, just fiction!
A/N: I don’t really have a clue where this came from I just got bored and started writing and this was the finished product. I did want to keep you all guessing till the end to see what the pairing was, but that got a bit difficult as this turned to smut.
Long fingers flexed against the binds around his wrist, holding him in place. He blinked, disorientated, everything blank, total blackness enveloping him. Piecing the puzzle together, and with stark reality realising the reason he couldn’t see was because he was blindfolded he groaned aloud and slumped as far forwards as he could, his shoulders starting to ache from the way in which he was tied uncomfortably to the chair in which he was sat on. Tugging at the rope which was starting to chafe, burning his skin, and no doubt leaving a mark upon his pale flesh, he whimpered.
Hearing footsteps he stopped moving, breathing heavily as the source of the noise came closer. Swallowing back the lump forming in his throat and feeling a hand rest on his shoulder, he tensed involuntarily. He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his hairline and top lip as his heart raced.
“Now, now Tom, not trying to escape are we?”
He spat out a ‘no’ and tugged forcefully at the restrains once more, the knot starting to loosen a little, but the knot of nervous excitement forming in his stomach tightened, if anything.
Gasping out loud as he felt legs slip either side of his thighs and a weigh settle on his lap, fingers trailed inelegantly across his rapidly rising and falling chest, dipping lower before walking back up. A shiver zigzagged up and down his spine as the fingers moved to the back of his head, sliding through the wispy blonde curls at the nape of his neck before settling on the strands of silk holding the blindfold in place, tugging and letting the material slip.
Bright light burnt his retinas as he blinked trying to acclimatize to the sudden awakening of his sight, focusing his gaze on the brunette sat on his crotch, a dazzling, earth-shattering smile breaking out upon his lips.
“You’re such a good boy!” he cooed, fingers curling below his chin and tilting his head, lips brushing across paler, cooler lips.
“Please…” he whined. “Quit fucking around and untie me. I think I’m loosing the blood supply to my fingers.”
There was a tut and a chuckle as the brunette man, other wise known as Danny Jones, slid his fingers over his face, the skin below his fingertips warm to touch, his head shaking. “You’re so dramatic, Tommy!”
The blonde’s eyes rolled into the back of his scull as Danny’s hips shifted forwards, stimulating his hypersensitive body. He was unable to move, his hips trapped beneath the sparkling eyed brunette’s. He wanted desperately to push him from off his lap, unable to withstand the friction he made with every jolt forwards. It was almost shamefully enough to rip him apart, his body buzzing, every nerve ending feeling as though it was on fire.
“You kill me!” he managed to gasp out as the brunette’s head dipped his tongue lapping at the dip in his collarbone as his crisp white shirt was slowly unbuttoned, creamy, blemish free skin coming into view.
“I hope not. You wouldn’t want to miss the fun.” Danny’s words were mumbled as his lips clasped around a peaked nipple his tongue dipping and laving at the hardened bud of flesh. The grunt that tumbled from the usually altogether blonde’s lips set a crescendo of new feelings off deep inside the brunette who wiggle on the blonde mans lap, teasing and tearing him apart before slipping to the floor in front of him and pushing his legs apart.
There was something so delicious about the moan that fell from Tom’s slackened jaw and parted lips as Danny’s fingers settled on his thigh, lightly drawing across his trouser covered skin. He could practically see him shudder, feel the shiver that ran through his body and yet he just smirked, not hurrying his movements, taking the pace as slow as possible.
His fingers dipped, teased, and tested the blonde’s resolute. Tom’s hips lifted trying to create friction against Danny’s hand as it brushed gently over his crotch. His wide brown eyes closing and his fingers flexing once more against the rope. A few more tugs and perhaps he would be able to wiggle free.
“Please… stop…” his breath hitched and his voice trailed away, Danny chuckling his fingers stilling and curving against the silver clasp of the overly large belt buckle holding Tom’s baggy jeans in place.
He didn’t stop. In fact he was even more determined now. With a heady tug the clasped snapped open and the belt was pulled from the denim loops, tossed idly to the floor and landing with a faint clunk. The brunette rose up on his knees let his lips gently brushing across the heavy breathing blonde’s, swallowing his groan and busying his fingers with the rounded buttons of his shirt. Pushing them through the holes and pulling the material over his creamy shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a flourish of his wrist.
Goosebumps gathered on Tom’s skin as the cold air basked his body. Danny’s fingers carving a path across his chest, tracing the outline of the noticeable tattoo adorning the blonde mans right pec.
He arched upwards into the touch, shivering involuntarily and gasping aloud letting the sensations that were tumbling through his body wear away at his defences. Danny seemed to know which buttons to press to work him up and when to stop, relishing in the way the blonde protested when he did so.
Smirking and with deliciously slow ease Danny’s fingers slid back across his smooth chest, down across his taut stomach and began to work the buttons and zipper on his jeans. Tom squirmed slightly at the brief touch, his head thrown back, and his Adams apple exposed.
“Please untie me,” he moaned eyes shooting open as his jeans were roughly pulled from his hip, bottom lifting as Danny chuckled shaking his head and tossing his jeans to the floor.
“Oh but it’s more fun this way!” the brunette rasped his fingers teasing the chequered material of the blonde’s boxers. Tom gasping out as talented fingers smoothed across his thigh, his erection straining against the material.
“Please. I want to touch you.”
Tilting his head and pulling back, Danny smiled, still teasing him with caresses. “Oh that’s so tempting Tom, but maybe later. I have more pressing matters to deal with.” he nodded downwards, eyebrows rising as a dirty smirk formed on his lips.
There was no real time for protest. In the blink of an eye Tom felt his boxers whipped from his body, leaving him, embarrassingly naked and tied to the chair he was sat on. His embarrassment quickly decreased as Danny’s hot breath ghosted across the head of his flushed cock, nothing really mattering anymore.
He whimpered and arched upwards the brunette’s tongue dipping from the underside and running up to the head, suckling away the pre-cum forming there with a greedy sweep of his tongue.
He gasped and arched at the shiver that shuddered through his body. And with just a few sweeps of the freckled mans tongue he was finding himself pathetically sailing closer and closer to the edge.
He whimpered a warning, wanting desperately to touch him, to grip onto his shoulders, so he knew what was happening to him. It was usually common curtsey to warn so the other could pull off, but it was too late. Tom gasped, calling out Danny’s name, come splashing thickly down the back of his poised throat.
Slumping forwards, breathe laboured, the rivulets of sweat running along the curve of his spine, Tom’s eyes closed. He could feel Danny move, hear him swallow and tasted himself within the kiss that was pressed to his lips as Danny slowly detangled himself and got to his feet.
He moved towards the back of the chair, still fully clothed even if they were slightly rumpled. His large fingers curled around the ties to the back of the chair, which were holding Tom in place, teasing him slightly with the feel of practiced digits moving over slightly raw skin.
Tom tugging once more, Danny chucking with gusto as he gave Tom the relief he seemed so desperate to achieve, tugging the loosened cord free. Tom sighed loudly, running his fingers over the reddened skin and watching as Danny came back to the front, taking a hand in his and letting his lips graze the angry red lines.
Looking around the once cold, unfriendly, but now familiar and warm room Tom let a smile grace his lips, Danny hauling him to his feet, their lips meeting as they lost themselves in a heated kiss. Still unclothed, but not caring, Tom relished the use of his hands, letting them slid along the brunette’s spine, intent on making him pay for tying him up and teasing him in an attempt to spice up the sexual side of their relationship.
Steered towards the bed Tom felt his back connect with silky smooth sheets, arching slightly as Danny hovered above him. The kisses that followed were chaste and lustful. The blonde’s fingers tangling through curled locks in an attempt to pull Danny’s warm body flush against his. Still fully clothed, making it slight difficult to find a comfortable position, Danny pulled away sitting over the blonde legs either side of his waist. Tom’s hands lingering on his hips, eyes wide and watching as Danny’s fingers unfastened the black shirt he was wearing, the material hanging open, exposing more and more smooth freckle smattered flesh.
Tom groaned, his eyes falling closed as he arched upwards, groaning throatily at the friction Danny’s denim clad lower half was causing as it ground against him. Chuckling at his boyfriend’s dreamy state, Danny took Tom’s hand within his and guided his slender fingers to his chunky belt buckle.
Feeling the cold metal below his fingers Tom’s eyes sprang wide, understanding what Danny was asking him to do. The leather sliding through the belt loops and to the floor, coiling like a snake, lost in among the pile of rapidly discarded clothes.
Watching Tom as he hastily started working the zipper Danny couldn’t help but smile at Tom’s eagerness, his own need for relief gaining the better of him. Batting the blonde’s ever-ready hands away he pushed his jeans as far down his thighs as they would go. He didn’t want to leave Tom’s body, lips fitting perfectly against his, exhilarated by the elder mans simple touch. However, it was no good.
“I’m going to have to get up,” Danny mumbled against the blonde’s peachy lips. “I can’t get me trousers off!”
Tom giggled watching as the curly topped brunette scurried to the end of the bed kicking the crinkled dark denim away. Tom’s hands reached out his fingers curling around the chequered material and tried in an attempt to pulling him back towards him. Danny coming willingly (no pun intended!) his body folding on top of the blonde’s once more.
Their lips were instantly joined, as Tom’s fingers knotted through the wispy curls at the nape of Danny’s neck, tracing along his freckled scribed back, the pigmentation on his skin fascinating in so many ways. Everything about him was fascinating, right down to the way he pronounced his words, his accent shaving off the eloquent syllables.
“Tom!” Danny’s breathy words fluttered through the air, breaking Tom from his reverie his hand movements stilling. He hadn’t even realised what he’d been doing. His eyes dark and alluring met the brunette’s, who grinned lopsidedly and wrapped his large hand around his wrist, been careful not to harm him more than he already had, stilling his movements, and pushing them above his head.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous!” Danny growled breath low and roughened as his lips ghosted across his shapely ears.
“Danny! Please!” Tom’s words were lost within the gasp that spilled from his lips his eyes staying locked with Danny, cursing the fact that he wasn’t allowed to touch him, to get his point across more accurately.
“Have you got any…” there wasn’t any need for the Danny to continue with the question the dip of Tom’s head towards the nightstand told him all he needed to, his lips splitting into a grin as he released Tom’s hands his body stretched out and fingers curling around the handle of the draw, pulling it open, various knickknacks falling in his line of vision.
He instantly reached for the box of condoms, followed by the tube of trusty lube. Tom was always prepared. As he turned back to the blonde he couldn’t help but let his mind wander, wondering if he had ever been a boy scout. Wasn’t their oath something about always been ready?
He was brought out of his reverie of insane thoughts; it wasn’t like they mattered, by a hand pressed to the base of his spine, thumbing the top of his boxer shorts.
“Aren’t these supposed to come off?” Tom’s eyebrow quirked, his lips curving into a thin smile as he let his fingers dip below caressing the smooth skin he found there, Danny shivering above him.
He couldn’t find the words to reply, he swallowed back the lump hastily and looked down, watching as Tom’s fingers stilled their movements. The material pushed over his jutted hipbones, a chill shivering along his spine like hands gripping at his heart, icy hands. He smiled kicking the material away, it was a lot easier than the heavy denim of his jeans had been to discard, and he didn’t even have to separate himself from Tom. His body in all its glory was draped rather inelegantly over his prone frame.
They kissed lazily; just letting their lips meet and tangle, senses heightened, a secondary thrill sizzling though their bodies as Tom’s teasing fingers reached out for the lube that was discarded on the pillow beside him.
His eyes met as he passed it to Danny a knowing glance cast downwards, instructing Danny what to do without the need of words. Applying a small amount to his fingers, he brought them down between Tom’s relaxed thighs, knowing they wouldn’t be relaxed for long, as soon as they got going, thrust into the throws of passion, Tom would tense under the immense pressure.
A husked whisper of, ‘are you sure?’ slipped from Danny’s lips as he leant over him, breath warm and enticing over the pale skinned visage below.
Nodding his blonde haired head, Tom muttered a weak, “of course I am!” gritting his teeth as he felt the sudden intrusive push in. Danny didn’t really giving him time adjust or prepare himself. One finger slipping passed the ring of pink muscle, Danny looking over him muttering calming words, and swiftly adding another, Tom crying out this time his fingers clutching at the sheets.
It went on like that for a few seconds, the searing burn pulling Tom in two. He arched, gasped, and finally sighed with relief when Danny removed his fingers agonisingly slow, telling Tom that the next time he felt the push in it wouldn’t be with fingers. He would rip him apart and leave a delicious after taste in his wake.
Shaking, feeling the cold smoothness envelope him, the clear gel smothered over his aching length, Danny’s breath hitched a gasp tumbling from his dry lips, the touch of Tom’s fingers slicking him up almost his undoing.
Watching Tom tear open the glinting condom wrapper Danny’s eyes widened, feeling his erection encased in the latex, more lube added, and with a husky ‘you ready?’ he slipped forwards, penetrating the blonde with a singular slick thrust.
Tom gasped; it always hurt. His fingers clenched at Danny’s shoulder, so tight they turned white. Danny could feel his nails dig into the skin, and yet that slight scratch of pain was nothing, exhilarating him over and over.
The velvet heat he slid into heightened his senses and made his body tingle with each thrust he made. He couldn’t quite keep the same rhythm, falling out of the pattern, but forcing himself not to give in and just slam mercilessly into the body below. He wouldn’t do that, not to Tom. He wouldn’t treat him like an object to cure his frustrations.
“Oh god, Danny!” Tom’s back arched inelegantly as the name slipped from his lips, the feeling of the brunette’s cock brushing over his prostate sending him into a spin of his own. His emotions jumped all over the place as the feeling of Danny’s lower stomach brushing against his own straining erection provided a pleasurable wave of friction which literally bit at every nerve ending he possessed.
The rhythm that Danny was so desperate to find and stick to appeared as if out of nowhere, his tireless movements continuing, tearing the blonde man below apart with precision. He was utterly beautiful, not that he wasn’t naturally beautiful, just more so when he was flushed, blonde hair fanned out over the pillow of red, brown eyes glazed with lust, body arching and moving back against him, trying to keep himself in check and not let the highs he so badly craved carve him in half.
His fingers, slender and tested slid from the tops of Danny’s shoulder blades and along the curve of his sweat-drenched spine before dipping lower and re-routing their path and once more gliding back towards his neck, tangling in the wispy curls.
Danny’s eyes met and as he murmured a ‘I love you’ into the crook of Tom’s neck one of his hands, the one that wasn’t keeping his body in a somewhat controlling position moved, gliding across the smooth plains of the blonde’s chest, past pebbled nipples and eventually slipping lower. His fingers decisively wrapped around the base of the blonde’s erection, languidly stroking, bringing him off impossibly slow.
Gasping and arching Tom’s jaw slackened, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he whimpered, whispered words slipping from his lips, body convulsing as wave after splicing wave of warmth burnt him to the core. His toes curled, his mind swam as a cry of Danny’s name rolled effortlessly from his tongue, Tom instantly feeling the sticky warmth between their chests.
Embarrassment flushed his features, he felt slightly inexperienced, he had come after the slightest touch of an experienced hand he knew too well. There was a low growl of ‘Tom’ followed by a louder cry out the scripts of Danny high playing out upon his freckle-dusted features. His lips caught Tom’s, swallowing his moans and murmured words. Tom arching upwards at the touch, hands holding Danny’s close to his.
Gasping out loudly, Danny’s eyes locked with the blonde’s, feeling ever inch of his body shudder and quake as he came, inelegantly crumpling onto Tom’s body, beads of sweat dripping across his forehead and onto the elder mans sticky chest below.
Their breaths mingled as they panted together, the room distorted and a blur surrounding them. With a muffled grunt Danny slowly pulled himself from the blonde and rolled onto his side, discarding the condom in the bin and rolling back to face the man beside him whose dark eyes were closed, their legs tangling as they lay perfectly still and in silence, letting the heavenly post coital glow bask their skins.
Lying back against the elevated pillow, Tom sighed opening his eyes as he felt Danny’s fingers lace through his own, lifting his hand and examining the marks he had left on his skin, in the name of passion.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t realise I’d tied you so tight,” Danny’s sex roughened voice sounded as he slowly traced his fingers across the sore, self-inflicted marks on his boyfriend’s creamy skin.
“I quite liked the tying up bit. It was fun,” Tom giggled cutely, focusing his gaze fully upon the hazy eyed brunette. “Although I could have thought of less painful ways to spice up our relationship.”
“You shouldn’t have been struggling. You knew I was going to unfasten you… eventually.” Danny retorted eyes sparkling mischievously as he turned onto his side and planted his lips to Tom’s in a rather chaste fashion.
Tom rolling his eyes and continuing none-the-less. “I was playing along. But how am I supposed to explain those away?” he held up his arm. “Oh me and Danny got a bit carried away whilst we in the midst of role play!” his words dripping with sarcasm trailed away as Danny’s face creased as he sniggered.
“I dunno. Wear a long jumper then you won’t have to explain them away.”
Tom smiled, leaning towards his heavy eyed, satiated boyfriend; “Danny, it’s the middle of summer I think people would get suspicious,” he pecked him lightly on the lips and pulled back. “So… anymore great ideas for spicing things up?”
Shrugging Danny’s fingers traced the inky outline of the star scribed into Tom’s chest. “I don’t know yet. Perhaps next time you can be a damsel in distress and I can be your hero.”
Tom rolled his eyes and let a disgruntled murmur slip from his lips. “I’ve always got to be a girl!”
“Well I can’t be. I’m far too manly!”
Tom sniggered, rolling his eyes, feeling an arm draping affectionately across his bare chest as Danny’s words met his ears, their fingers tangling together as they drifted off into the post coital warmth, an oasis of peaceful, even if slightly ludicrous musings.
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Rating: NC-17 for sexual shenanigans
Summary: Is variety really the spice of life?
Disclaimer: Not mind, don’t own, just fiction!
A/N: I don’t really have a clue where this came from I just got bored and started writing and this was the finished product. I did want to keep you all guessing till the end to see what the pairing was, but that got a bit difficult as this turned to smut.
Long fingers flexed against the binds around his wrist, holding him in place. He blinked, disorientated, everything blank, total blackness enveloping him. Piecing the puzzle together, and with stark reality realising the reason he couldn’t see was because he was blindfolded he groaned aloud and slumped as far forwards as he could, his shoulders starting to ache from the way in which he was tied uncomfortably to the chair in which he was sat on. Tugging at the rope which was starting to chafe, burning his skin, and no doubt leaving a mark upon his pale flesh, he whimpered.
Hearing footsteps he stopped moving, breathing heavily as the source of the noise came closer. Swallowing back the lump forming in his throat and feeling a hand rest on his shoulder, he tensed involuntarily. He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his hairline and top lip as his heart raced.
“Now, now Tom, not trying to escape are we?”
He spat out a ‘no’ and tugged forcefully at the restrains once more, the knot starting to loosen a little, but the knot of nervous excitement forming in his stomach tightened, if anything.
Gasping out loud as he felt legs slip either side of his thighs and a weigh settle on his lap, fingers trailed inelegantly across his rapidly rising and falling chest, dipping lower before walking back up. A shiver zigzagged up and down his spine as the fingers moved to the back of his head, sliding through the wispy blonde curls at the nape of his neck before settling on the strands of silk holding the blindfold in place, tugging and letting the material slip.
Bright light burnt his retinas as he blinked trying to acclimatize to the sudden awakening of his sight, focusing his gaze on the brunette sat on his crotch, a dazzling, earth-shattering smile breaking out upon his lips.
“You’re such a good boy!” he cooed, fingers curling below his chin and tilting his head, lips brushing across paler, cooler lips.
“Please…” he whined. “Quit fucking around and untie me. I think I’m loosing the blood supply to my fingers.”
There was a tut and a chuckle as the brunette man, other wise known as Danny Jones, slid his fingers over his face, the skin below his fingertips warm to touch, his head shaking. “You’re so dramatic, Tommy!”
The blonde’s eyes rolled into the back of his scull as Danny’s hips shifted forwards, stimulating his hypersensitive body. He was unable to move, his hips trapped beneath the sparkling eyed brunette’s. He wanted desperately to push him from off his lap, unable to withstand the friction he made with every jolt forwards. It was almost shamefully enough to rip him apart, his body buzzing, every nerve ending feeling as though it was on fire.
“You kill me!” he managed to gasp out as the brunette’s head dipped his tongue lapping at the dip in his collarbone as his crisp white shirt was slowly unbuttoned, creamy, blemish free skin coming into view.
“I hope not. You wouldn’t want to miss the fun.” Danny’s words were mumbled as his lips clasped around a peaked nipple his tongue dipping and laving at the hardened bud of flesh. The grunt that tumbled from the usually altogether blonde’s lips set a crescendo of new feelings off deep inside the brunette who wiggle on the blonde mans lap, teasing and tearing him apart before slipping to the floor in front of him and pushing his legs apart.
There was something so delicious about the moan that fell from Tom’s slackened jaw and parted lips as Danny’s fingers settled on his thigh, lightly drawing across his trouser covered skin. He could practically see him shudder, feel the shiver that ran through his body and yet he just smirked, not hurrying his movements, taking the pace as slow as possible.
His fingers dipped, teased, and tested the blonde’s resolute. Tom’s hips lifted trying to create friction against Danny’s hand as it brushed gently over his crotch. His wide brown eyes closing and his fingers flexing once more against the rope. A few more tugs and perhaps he would be able to wiggle free.
“Please… stop…” his breath hitched and his voice trailed away, Danny chuckling his fingers stilling and curving against the silver clasp of the overly large belt buckle holding Tom’s baggy jeans in place.
He didn’t stop. In fact he was even more determined now. With a heady tug the clasped snapped open and the belt was pulled from the denim loops, tossed idly to the floor and landing with a faint clunk. The brunette rose up on his knees let his lips gently brushing across the heavy breathing blonde’s, swallowing his groan and busying his fingers with the rounded buttons of his shirt. Pushing them through the holes and pulling the material over his creamy shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a flourish of his wrist.
Goosebumps gathered on Tom’s skin as the cold air basked his body. Danny’s fingers carving a path across his chest, tracing the outline of the noticeable tattoo adorning the blonde mans right pec.
He arched upwards into the touch, shivering involuntarily and gasping aloud letting the sensations that were tumbling through his body wear away at his defences. Danny seemed to know which buttons to press to work him up and when to stop, relishing in the way the blonde protested when he did so.
Smirking and with deliciously slow ease Danny’s fingers slid back across his smooth chest, down across his taut stomach and began to work the buttons and zipper on his jeans. Tom squirmed slightly at the brief touch, his head thrown back, and his Adams apple exposed.
“Please untie me,” he moaned eyes shooting open as his jeans were roughly pulled from his hip, bottom lifting as Danny chuckled shaking his head and tossing his jeans to the floor.
“Oh but it’s more fun this way!” the brunette rasped his fingers teasing the chequered material of the blonde’s boxers. Tom gasping out as talented fingers smoothed across his thigh, his erection straining against the material.
“Please. I want to touch you.”
Tilting his head and pulling back, Danny smiled, still teasing him with caresses. “Oh that’s so tempting Tom, but maybe later. I have more pressing matters to deal with.” he nodded downwards, eyebrows rising as a dirty smirk formed on his lips.
There was no real time for protest. In the blink of an eye Tom felt his boxers whipped from his body, leaving him, embarrassingly naked and tied to the chair he was sat on. His embarrassment quickly decreased as Danny’s hot breath ghosted across the head of his flushed cock, nothing really mattering anymore.
He whimpered and arched upwards the brunette’s tongue dipping from the underside and running up to the head, suckling away the pre-cum forming there with a greedy sweep of his tongue.
He gasped and arched at the shiver that shuddered through his body. And with just a few sweeps of the freckled mans tongue he was finding himself pathetically sailing closer and closer to the edge.
He whimpered a warning, wanting desperately to touch him, to grip onto his shoulders, so he knew what was happening to him. It was usually common curtsey to warn so the other could pull off, but it was too late. Tom gasped, calling out Danny’s name, come splashing thickly down the back of his poised throat.
Slumping forwards, breathe laboured, the rivulets of sweat running along the curve of his spine, Tom’s eyes closed. He could feel Danny move, hear him swallow and tasted himself within the kiss that was pressed to his lips as Danny slowly detangled himself and got to his feet.
He moved towards the back of the chair, still fully clothed even if they were slightly rumpled. His large fingers curled around the ties to the back of the chair, which were holding Tom in place, teasing him slightly with the feel of practiced digits moving over slightly raw skin.
Tom tugging once more, Danny chucking with gusto as he gave Tom the relief he seemed so desperate to achieve, tugging the loosened cord free. Tom sighed loudly, running his fingers over the reddened skin and watching as Danny came back to the front, taking a hand in his and letting his lips graze the angry red lines.
Looking around the once cold, unfriendly, but now familiar and warm room Tom let a smile grace his lips, Danny hauling him to his feet, their lips meeting as they lost themselves in a heated kiss. Still unclothed, but not caring, Tom relished the use of his hands, letting them slid along the brunette’s spine, intent on making him pay for tying him up and teasing him in an attempt to spice up the sexual side of their relationship.
Steered towards the bed Tom felt his back connect with silky smooth sheets, arching slightly as Danny hovered above him. The kisses that followed were chaste and lustful. The blonde’s fingers tangling through curled locks in an attempt to pull Danny’s warm body flush against his. Still fully clothed, making it slight difficult to find a comfortable position, Danny pulled away sitting over the blonde legs either side of his waist. Tom’s hands lingering on his hips, eyes wide and watching as Danny’s fingers unfastened the black shirt he was wearing, the material hanging open, exposing more and more smooth freckle smattered flesh.
Tom groaned, his eyes falling closed as he arched upwards, groaning throatily at the friction Danny’s denim clad lower half was causing as it ground against him. Chuckling at his boyfriend’s dreamy state, Danny took Tom’s hand within his and guided his slender fingers to his chunky belt buckle.
Feeling the cold metal below his fingers Tom’s eyes sprang wide, understanding what Danny was asking him to do. The leather sliding through the belt loops and to the floor, coiling like a snake, lost in among the pile of rapidly discarded clothes.
Watching Tom as he hastily started working the zipper Danny couldn’t help but smile at Tom’s eagerness, his own need for relief gaining the better of him. Batting the blonde’s ever-ready hands away he pushed his jeans as far down his thighs as they would go. He didn’t want to leave Tom’s body, lips fitting perfectly against his, exhilarated by the elder mans simple touch. However, it was no good.
“I’m going to have to get up,” Danny mumbled against the blonde’s peachy lips. “I can’t get me trousers off!”
Tom giggled watching as the curly topped brunette scurried to the end of the bed kicking the crinkled dark denim away. Tom’s hands reached out his fingers curling around the chequered material and tried in an attempt to pulling him back towards him. Danny coming willingly (no pun intended!) his body folding on top of the blonde’s once more.
Their lips were instantly joined, as Tom’s fingers knotted through the wispy curls at the nape of Danny’s neck, tracing along his freckled scribed back, the pigmentation on his skin fascinating in so many ways. Everything about him was fascinating, right down to the way he pronounced his words, his accent shaving off the eloquent syllables.
“Tom!” Danny’s breathy words fluttered through the air, breaking Tom from his reverie his hand movements stilling. He hadn’t even realised what he’d been doing. His eyes dark and alluring met the brunette’s, who grinned lopsidedly and wrapped his large hand around his wrist, been careful not to harm him more than he already had, stilling his movements, and pushing them above his head.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous!” Danny growled breath low and roughened as his lips ghosted across his shapely ears.
“Danny! Please!” Tom’s words were lost within the gasp that spilled from his lips his eyes staying locked with Danny, cursing the fact that he wasn’t allowed to touch him, to get his point across more accurately.
“Have you got any…” there wasn’t any need for the Danny to continue with the question the dip of Tom’s head towards the nightstand told him all he needed to, his lips splitting into a grin as he released Tom’s hands his body stretched out and fingers curling around the handle of the draw, pulling it open, various knickknacks falling in his line of vision.
He instantly reached for the box of condoms, followed by the tube of trusty lube. Tom was always prepared. As he turned back to the blonde he couldn’t help but let his mind wander, wondering if he had ever been a boy scout. Wasn’t their oath something about always been ready?
He was brought out of his reverie of insane thoughts; it wasn’t like they mattered, by a hand pressed to the base of his spine, thumbing the top of his boxer shorts.
“Aren’t these supposed to come off?” Tom’s eyebrow quirked, his lips curving into a thin smile as he let his fingers dip below caressing the smooth skin he found there, Danny shivering above him.
He couldn’t find the words to reply, he swallowed back the lump hastily and looked down, watching as Tom’s fingers stilled their movements. The material pushed over his jutted hipbones, a chill shivering along his spine like hands gripping at his heart, icy hands. He smiled kicking the material away, it was a lot easier than the heavy denim of his jeans had been to discard, and he didn’t even have to separate himself from Tom. His body in all its glory was draped rather inelegantly over his prone frame.
They kissed lazily; just letting their lips meet and tangle, senses heightened, a secondary thrill sizzling though their bodies as Tom’s teasing fingers reached out for the lube that was discarded on the pillow beside him.
His eyes met as he passed it to Danny a knowing glance cast downwards, instructing Danny what to do without the need of words. Applying a small amount to his fingers, he brought them down between Tom’s relaxed thighs, knowing they wouldn’t be relaxed for long, as soon as they got going, thrust into the throws of passion, Tom would tense under the immense pressure.
A husked whisper of, ‘are you sure?’ slipped from Danny’s lips as he leant over him, breath warm and enticing over the pale skinned visage below.
Nodding his blonde haired head, Tom muttered a weak, “of course I am!” gritting his teeth as he felt the sudden intrusive push in. Danny didn’t really giving him time adjust or prepare himself. One finger slipping passed the ring of pink muscle, Danny looking over him muttering calming words, and swiftly adding another, Tom crying out this time his fingers clutching at the sheets.
It went on like that for a few seconds, the searing burn pulling Tom in two. He arched, gasped, and finally sighed with relief when Danny removed his fingers agonisingly slow, telling Tom that the next time he felt the push in it wouldn’t be with fingers. He would rip him apart and leave a delicious after taste in his wake.
Shaking, feeling the cold smoothness envelope him, the clear gel smothered over his aching length, Danny’s breath hitched a gasp tumbling from his dry lips, the touch of Tom’s fingers slicking him up almost his undoing.
Watching Tom tear open the glinting condom wrapper Danny’s eyes widened, feeling his erection encased in the latex, more lube added, and with a husky ‘you ready?’ he slipped forwards, penetrating the blonde with a singular slick thrust.
Tom gasped; it always hurt. His fingers clenched at Danny’s shoulder, so tight they turned white. Danny could feel his nails dig into the skin, and yet that slight scratch of pain was nothing, exhilarating him over and over.
The velvet heat he slid into heightened his senses and made his body tingle with each thrust he made. He couldn’t quite keep the same rhythm, falling out of the pattern, but forcing himself not to give in and just slam mercilessly into the body below. He wouldn’t do that, not to Tom. He wouldn’t treat him like an object to cure his frustrations.
“Oh god, Danny!” Tom’s back arched inelegantly as the name slipped from his lips, the feeling of the brunette’s cock brushing over his prostate sending him into a spin of his own. His emotions jumped all over the place as the feeling of Danny’s lower stomach brushing against his own straining erection provided a pleasurable wave of friction which literally bit at every nerve ending he possessed.
The rhythm that Danny was so desperate to find and stick to appeared as if out of nowhere, his tireless movements continuing, tearing the blonde man below apart with precision. He was utterly beautiful, not that he wasn’t naturally beautiful, just more so when he was flushed, blonde hair fanned out over the pillow of red, brown eyes glazed with lust, body arching and moving back against him, trying to keep himself in check and not let the highs he so badly craved carve him in half.
His fingers, slender and tested slid from the tops of Danny’s shoulder blades and along the curve of his sweat-drenched spine before dipping lower and re-routing their path and once more gliding back towards his neck, tangling in the wispy curls.
Danny’s eyes met and as he murmured a ‘I love you’ into the crook of Tom’s neck one of his hands, the one that wasn’t keeping his body in a somewhat controlling position moved, gliding across the smooth plains of the blonde’s chest, past pebbled nipples and eventually slipping lower. His fingers decisively wrapped around the base of the blonde’s erection, languidly stroking, bringing him off impossibly slow.
Gasping and arching Tom’s jaw slackened, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he whimpered, whispered words slipping from his lips, body convulsing as wave after splicing wave of warmth burnt him to the core. His toes curled, his mind swam as a cry of Danny’s name rolled effortlessly from his tongue, Tom instantly feeling the sticky warmth between their chests.
Embarrassment flushed his features, he felt slightly inexperienced, he had come after the slightest touch of an experienced hand he knew too well. There was a low growl of ‘Tom’ followed by a louder cry out the scripts of Danny high playing out upon his freckle-dusted features. His lips caught Tom’s, swallowing his moans and murmured words. Tom arching upwards at the touch, hands holding Danny’s close to his.
Gasping out loudly, Danny’s eyes locked with the blonde’s, feeling ever inch of his body shudder and quake as he came, inelegantly crumpling onto Tom’s body, beads of sweat dripping across his forehead and onto the elder mans sticky chest below.
Their breaths mingled as they panted together, the room distorted and a blur surrounding them. With a muffled grunt Danny slowly pulled himself from the blonde and rolled onto his side, discarding the condom in the bin and rolling back to face the man beside him whose dark eyes were closed, their legs tangling as they lay perfectly still and in silence, letting the heavenly post coital glow bask their skins.
Lying back against the elevated pillow, Tom sighed opening his eyes as he felt Danny’s fingers lace through his own, lifting his hand and examining the marks he had left on his skin, in the name of passion.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t realise I’d tied you so tight,” Danny’s sex roughened voice sounded as he slowly traced his fingers across the sore, self-inflicted marks on his boyfriend’s creamy skin.
“I quite liked the tying up bit. It was fun,” Tom giggled cutely, focusing his gaze fully upon the hazy eyed brunette. “Although I could have thought of less painful ways to spice up our relationship.”
“You shouldn’t have been struggling. You knew I was going to unfasten you… eventually.” Danny retorted eyes sparkling mischievously as he turned onto his side and planted his lips to Tom’s in a rather chaste fashion.
Tom rolling his eyes and continuing none-the-less. “I was playing along. But how am I supposed to explain those away?” he held up his arm. “Oh me and Danny got a bit carried away whilst we in the midst of role play!” his words dripping with sarcasm trailed away as Danny’s face creased as he sniggered.
“I dunno. Wear a long jumper then you won’t have to explain them away.”
Tom smiled, leaning towards his heavy eyed, satiated boyfriend; “Danny, it’s the middle of summer I think people would get suspicious,” he pecked him lightly on the lips and pulled back. “So… anymore great ideas for spicing things up?”
Shrugging Danny’s fingers traced the inky outline of the star scribed into Tom’s chest. “I don’t know yet. Perhaps next time you can be a damsel in distress and I can be your hero.”
Tom rolled his eyes and let a disgruntled murmur slip from his lips. “I’ve always got to be a girl!”
“Well I can’t be. I’m far too manly!”
Tom sniggered, rolling his eyes, feeling an arm draping affectionately across his bare chest as Danny’s words met his ears, their fingers tangling together as they drifted off into the post coital warmth, an oasis of peaceful, even if slightly ludicrous musings.