Primeval fic: Connor/Danny, *CHOPPERS!* 2 of 2
And, continuing our theme of motorcycles...
Title: Sometimes Danny doesn’t mind riding pillion…
Pairing: Connor/Danny
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, slash
Word count: 2,956
Summary: In which closet doors are blown, everyone goes ‘huh’, and Connor gets a clue.
Disclaimer: If it was mine the show would be 10x as many dino’s, Ben Miller giving physics lectures and lots of long, lingering shots of half naked men… (god I wish the show were mine)
A/N:
This one is for fififolle , fellow Danny fan, with apologies for not posting last night! Don’t worry honey, we will meet by the docks at midnight and go over the secrit pln for Quinn world domination!
* * *
Connor was doing something… nerdish with one of the computers. Danny was ok with the machines himself but a lot of what Connor did was over his head. However, he knew that if the kid was working he wouldn’t be listening to what anyone said to him, no matter how many ‘yeah - fine’s he threw back, so Danny shook his shoulder till Connor looked over at him before saying firmly
“Me and Abby are going out to check that reading, ok? Phone if you want us, otherwise we’ll see you at the end of the day”
Connor’s nod was slightly vague but Danny could tell he’d actually got it. Before he turned back to the computer he lifted his face up absentmindedly and the instinct to lean down and kiss him before they left was so basic and natural that they were outside in the carpark before Danny realized what it was he’d just done.
Done in front of Abby and Jenny and a dozen of assorted soldiers and scientists and he could have sworn he saw Lester up on the walkway as they went out too.
He fled to the Range-Rover in a panic, jumped in, slammed the door and then proceeded to lean his head down against the steering wheel and freak the fuck out. Abby got into the passenger side a bit more decorously and watched him with calm interest as he hyperventilated.
Eventually she said gently
“Pretty much everyone already knew, you know. And nobody minds if that’s what you’re panicking about”
Danny paused in his rugged and manly flailing for a moment and slid her a sideways glance
“You all knew?”
Abby looked incredulous
“Well, yes. Neither of you are particularly subtle, are you? Connor may as well be wearing a sign that says ‘I just got some’ most mornings and you actually growled at that policewoman that was flirting with him last week”
“Ah. Right”
Danny straightened up and coughed lightly. He drummed his fingers on the wheel for a moment before asking reluctantly
“And no one minds? It’s not a problem?”
Abby shrugged
“Not so long as it doesn’t interfere with work, no. You seem to be happy together”
Then she fixed him with a cool look
“Though I wanted to say, if you ever hurt him I’ve got contacts at the large predator houses in half a dozen zoos and they’d never find the body, ok? And most of the soldiers would help”
Danny made sure to keep eye contact for long enough so she knew he’d understood, then nodded and started the engine.
It was still a bit uncomfortable knowing that he’d just brought him and Connor out of the closet because he hadn’t been paying attention, but having it pointed out that the door had been open all along anyway made it…
Nah. Actually, that just made it more embarrassing.
* * *
At least the kid didn’t seem to mind that they’d been outed. In fact, when Danny had mentioned it that same evening Connor had just looked blank and said
“But. I thought they all knew anyway? Did you not want them to?”
Danny had hastened to reassure him. And it wasn’t that he wanted to hide it - he’d never been ashamed of what he was and he certainly wasn’t ashamed of Connor.
He could have done without the leering grins he got from the soldiers over the next couple of days and the winks he’d got from Sarah and Jenny. And he really would have preferred not to have had that amazingly awkward conversation with Cutter shortly before he’d been released from hospital, when the man had sent Connor out on an obviously made up errand and then proceeded to give Danny what he’d realised with growing horror was the ‘what are your intentions?’ talk. It hadn’t helped that Cutter seemed just as mortified himself but he’d soldiered on grimly till Danny had burst out ‘Look! I like him, ok?’ and Cutter had looked at him keenly for a moment and then relaxed and replied ‘We all do. It’s one of the greatest unsolved mysteries we’ve come across as to why’
Lester thankfully had contented himself with a raised eyebrow and a murmured ‘Each to their own…’
So it wasn’t that that was bothering Danny and keeping him awake. It was just that there was something…
Connor snuffled behind him and pressed up against his back, both of them still naked after the sex earlier (Up on their knees at the head of the bed, Connor bracing himself against the wall, face pushed against it as he panted out ‘Jesus, Danny! Yes, just like that - harder!’). Connor’s cock, soft and sated now, nestled gently at the top of Danny’s arse, just there where the divide started that led down to… Connor gave a small, snorting snore and Danny let out a quiet, shuddering breath, his whole body quivering and awake now.
Yeah. It wasn’t the fact that people knew they were having sex that was keeping him awake. It was something else.
* * *
There was something up and it was worrying the hell out of Connor.
Danny was just acting strangely - going quiet and moody at times and sometimes snipping at him and picking niggly little arguments that made Connor snap back and bringing on small fights that had Jenny and Abby looking at them in a troubled way and Lester asking, in a snarky tone that almost concealed the genuine concern, ‘Trouble in paradise?’
Even their sex life was affected by it. They weren’t shagging any less (that really would have upset him) but the tension between them had started to carry over into the bedroom and sometimes Danny almost seemed angry when he was fucking Connor.
It wasn’t like Connor minded if it was a bit rough - hell, he’d happily admit that he liked it, and the session they’d had the other day that had started when he’d made a comment about how Danny’s arse had looked in his leather jeans and ended with Connor bent gasping over the kitchen counter while Danny screwed the life out of him with them still on had left him pleasantly sore and unable to sit down for the rest of the day but he hadn’t cared.
But Danny was pissed off about something and he wasn’t talking and to be honest Connor was starting to get afraid.
At this particular moment things felt ok. They’d had a rough day; ending up playing ‘hide and jump out and try and eat’ with a Permian era creature that had made its way through an anomaly in an abandoned subway system before Connor could get to it to seal it, and by the time they’d managed to capture it and send it back through again everyone had been dirty and scratched and tired.
Danny had won the toss for first shower when they got home and by the time Connor emerged from his the other man was lying face down on the bed, fully relaxed for what Connor suddenly realised was the first time in days.
He carefully laid down next to him and, secure in the knowledge that Danny was facing the other way and wouldn’t notice, he spent several minutes just looking. Tracing his eyes over the long, lean muscled back and the freckled skin that lost the faint golden colour it had in the parts that where exposed to sunlight and become creamy pale over Danny’s torso and bum and legs. Connor carefully put his hand out to rest on Danny’s shoulder blade and, when he didn’t seem to mind or tense up, began brushing his hand lightly over his skin, tracing the path his eyes had mapped out up and down the spine; starting slow and short and then sweeping further across and down when Danny relaxed even more into it like a big cat being petted.
He was almost hypnotising himself with the movements when a particularly long stroke brought his hand down to brush against Danny’s bum and something abruptly changed - it was almost as though Danny was suddenly holding his breath, waiting for something. Connor paused for a moment and then tentatively stroked further down. Danny’s back hollowed in minutely as he ever-so-slightly pushed his arse up into Connor’s hand.
Oh. Ohhh… Right! Well, they hadn’t done much this way round before but - Connor flexed his hand and squeezed lightly and then grinned when Danny let out a soft sound - he was totally on board with this idea!
He swiftly shifted on the bed so that he was curled up nearer Danny’s bum and gave it a firm, hard squeeze that had Danny shifting again and opening his legs slightly. Then he bent down further and bit very lightly into the globe of flesh nearest to him. That got him a moan that sent a shiver down his own spine and all of a sudden he was a man on a mission - to get Danny to make more sounds like that.
Several minutes later he was considering that mission fully accomplished, with Danny’s arse reddening from his grasping finger marks and damp from licks and bites and kisses and Danny moaning pretty much continuously above him and panting and making little incoherent noises as he squirmed around that gradually became understandable as a long litany of
“Connor, Connor, please… please, please, please…”
Yes. Connor could definitely deal with ‘please’
He scrambled up to grab the lube from the bedside table and settled back between Danny’s eagerly spread legs, his body singing its own song of want now. Danny’s back was one coiled spring of taut muscle and he was still muttering begging sounds into the pillow he had his fists clenched round. Connor ran a soothing, promising hand quickly over his arse again and popped open the tube to slick his fingers up before running them down the crack to Danny’s hole and pressing the first one gently in.
He didn’t get much of a chance to play and he’d only got two fingers in before Danny was surging up onto his knees and shoving back onto them, his pleading now changing to
“Fuck me, fuck me! That’s enough, that’s fine, its fine!”
Connor twisted his hand in a way that had a low whine coming out of Danny’s throat and said through gritted teeth
“You’re still bloody tight - I don’t want to hurt you”
Danny bowed his shoulders down and canted his hips up as he said loudly
“You won’t! Just go slow at the start and it’ll be ok. Now will you bloody fuck me?!”
Who was Connor to deny such a heartfelt request? He pulled his fingers out and used more lube to carefully slick his own cock up before guiding it to Danny’s arse. He pushed in; gentle but firm pressure in small little nudges as Danny pushed back and gradually that tight opening relaxed around him as he worked his way further in.
He stopped, trembling, when he was seated fully in Danny’s arse and Jesus! Go slow? If he moved at all he thought his heart was going to burst its way out of his bloody chest! This, this… God. Why hadn’t they been doing this from the start? Why hadn’t Connor known about this before so he could adapt one of the anomaly sealers to stop time so that he could have this feeling of hot, soft flesh clenching round his cock forever?
And then Danny gave a grunt and pulled away and pushed back quickly and Jesus fucking Christ! It got better?!
Connor shoved forward without thinking and his moan mingling with the low noise that Danny made that wasn’t so much a groan as a growl. Then Danny hissed ‘yesss…’ - and Connor could deal with ‘yes’ as well.
He began thrusting. Clutching Danny’s hips so tight he knew distantly he was leaving bruises, withdrawing as much as he could bear and then driving back into where he belonged. It was so good - so very beyond good - that all too soon he was hanging back from orgasm with only the very tip of his control. He vision was blurring through strain but he saw that Danny was holding himself up with one hand and his own forehead, the other arm moving jerkily in front of him and Connor wanted to thank him because there was no way he had the coordination at the moment for the reach around.
And then Danny was crying out hoarsely, and he was shaking and - oh Christ - rippling and clenching around Connor’s cock. And Connor thrust in one last time and was coming so hard he thought he’d pulled something.
* * *
Trying to get his breathing under control afterwards (and Connor hadn’t realised how much of a bloody workout vigorous sex gave you from that side of things), Connor was amused to find out how snuggly and affectionate the big, tough Danny Quinn got after being fucked - he was almost purring!
In fact the man was behaving so much like a cat - practically butting his head against Connor’s shoulder to be stroked - that Connor almost laughed. He was grinning down at Danny’s relaxed face when he had a sudden flash of insight and blurted out
“Was this why you’ve been so funny lately?! You wanted me to fuck you?!”
Danny stiffened and started to pull away but Connor had had just about enough of that - he rolled them over so he was on top, pinning Danny down, and exclaimed
“Hey! No - come on, tell me. Was this why?”
He knew quite well that Danny could easily get away if he really wanted to, so he took courage from the fact that the bigger man wasn’t making any attempt to. Was just frowning back up at him with a slightly shifty look in his eyes. He flexed his wrists a bit under Connor’s hands and then said reluctantly
“…Maybe”
Connor’s look of sheer incredulity seemed to prompt him to more and he burst out
“Look, I missed it, ok? You’re not the only one that likes getting fucked!”
Connor surged up and straddled Danny’s waist to free his arms for more emphatic arm waving as he shouted back
“Well, did you ever think about maybe just bloody telling me that?! It’s not as if I was going to say ‘urgh - no thanks!’ is it?”
Danny leaned up on his elbows and bellowed back at him
“I know that, all right?! I just…” he broke off and flopped back down, rubbing a hand across his face. Then he muttered quietly “I didn’t know how to ask”
Connor put his hands on the pillow by the sides of Danny’s head and loomed over him. He said bluntly
“You’re an idiot”
“I know”
“You could have just said, ‘Connor, I’d like you to fuck me’”
“Ok. Got that now, thanks”
“You could have said, ‘Connor, I’m all about the butt sex and I want you to plough me now’”
Danny started to smile
“Shut up!”
“’Take me now, Connor! Do me hard with your enormous..’”
Danny slapped a hand over Connor’s mouth and said through bursts of laughter
“Shut up! I get your point!”
“You’ve already had my ‘point’”
Danny groaned
“Connor…”
“I thought you were going to break up with me!”
“What?!”
Danny started and looked up at Connor, shocked. Connor wasn’t smiling anymore and his voice was tight as he repeated
“I thought you were breaking up with me and that’s why you were being weird. I’ve spent the last week thinking that you were sick of the sight of me and you were going to tell me to piss off at any moment”
“No! No, Connor - come on, come on!”
Danny scrambled up and dragged a reluctant Connor into his arms. He held him tight and stumbled over the words he was stammering into the rigid tendon on Connor’s neck
“I wouldn’t, ok? I wouldn’t and I’m sorry - I’m sorry, I didn’t think, alright? I didn’t… I’m sorry”
Connor let out a shuddery breath that felt like he’d been holding it in for days and straightened back up. He looked at Danny seriously and said in a grave tone
“You’re a moron”
Danny reached up to cup Connor’s cheek with a slightly shaky hand and replied
“Yeah. We’ve established that - and I’ve got to say I’m in full agreement”
“You’ve got to talk to me in future, ok? I don’t like being that worried”
Danny was nodding
“Absolutely. Definitely! I am honestly really sorry, Connor”
The man was looking so distressed that Connor decided to forgo his plan to make him squirm for a bit longer and leaned forward to kiss him softly. Danny responded eagerly and the kiss got hotter and intense before Connor gentled it off. He pulled back again and gave Danny a smile that was tentatively returned.
Connor said lightly
“Hey - it’s ok. It isn’t like it didn’t turn out alright in the end, is it? You got what you wanted and I wasn’t exactly suffering just now either. In fact…” he grinned outright at Danny, who was starting to look happier again “Anytime you want a ride on the Connor Temple Love Machine you just say so!”
Danny snorted and his eyes crinkled in laughter as he pulled Connor down to lie next to him. He asked with amusement
“Will I need protective gear for this ride then?”
Connor settled down with a sigh before saying with mock thoughtfulness
“Well, it’s not required… but I’ve always got a hard ‘helmet’ I can give you!”
He managed to keep a straight face for all of the five seconds before Danny groaned and tackled him.
Title: Sometimes Danny doesn’t mind riding pillion…
Pairing: Connor/Danny
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, slash
Word count: 2,956
Summary: In which closet doors are blown, everyone goes ‘huh’, and Connor gets a clue.
Disclaimer: If it was mine the show would be 10x as many dino’s, Ben Miller giving physics lectures and lots of long, lingering shots of half naked men… (god I wish the show were mine)
A/N:
This one is for fififolle , fellow Danny fan, with apologies for not posting last night! Don’t worry honey, we will meet by the docks at midnight and go over the secrit pln for Quinn world domination!
* * *
Connor was doing something… nerdish with one of the computers. Danny was ok with the machines himself but a lot of what Connor did was over his head. However, he knew that if the kid was working he wouldn’t be listening to what anyone said to him, no matter how many ‘yeah - fine’s he threw back, so Danny shook his shoulder till Connor looked over at him before saying firmly
“Me and Abby are going out to check that reading, ok? Phone if you want us, otherwise we’ll see you at the end of the day”
Connor’s nod was slightly vague but Danny could tell he’d actually got it. Before he turned back to the computer he lifted his face up absentmindedly and the instinct to lean down and kiss him before they left was so basic and natural that they were outside in the carpark before Danny realized what it was he’d just done.
Done in front of Abby and Jenny and a dozen of assorted soldiers and scientists and he could have sworn he saw Lester up on the walkway as they went out too.
He fled to the Range-Rover in a panic, jumped in, slammed the door and then proceeded to lean his head down against the steering wheel and freak the fuck out. Abby got into the passenger side a bit more decorously and watched him with calm interest as he hyperventilated.
Eventually she said gently
“Pretty much everyone already knew, you know. And nobody minds if that’s what you’re panicking about”
Danny paused in his rugged and manly flailing for a moment and slid her a sideways glance
“You all knew?”
Abby looked incredulous
“Well, yes. Neither of you are particularly subtle, are you? Connor may as well be wearing a sign that says ‘I just got some’ most mornings and you actually growled at that policewoman that was flirting with him last week”
“Ah. Right”
Danny straightened up and coughed lightly. He drummed his fingers on the wheel for a moment before asking reluctantly
“And no one minds? It’s not a problem?”
Abby shrugged
“Not so long as it doesn’t interfere with work, no. You seem to be happy together”
Then she fixed him with a cool look
“Though I wanted to say, if you ever hurt him I’ve got contacts at the large predator houses in half a dozen zoos and they’d never find the body, ok? And most of the soldiers would help”
Danny made sure to keep eye contact for long enough so she knew he’d understood, then nodded and started the engine.
It was still a bit uncomfortable knowing that he’d just brought him and Connor out of the closet because he hadn’t been paying attention, but having it pointed out that the door had been open all along anyway made it…
Nah. Actually, that just made it more embarrassing.
* * *
At least the kid didn’t seem to mind that they’d been outed. In fact, when Danny had mentioned it that same evening Connor had just looked blank and said
“But. I thought they all knew anyway? Did you not want them to?”
Danny had hastened to reassure him. And it wasn’t that he wanted to hide it - he’d never been ashamed of what he was and he certainly wasn’t ashamed of Connor.
He could have done without the leering grins he got from the soldiers over the next couple of days and the winks he’d got from Sarah and Jenny. And he really would have preferred not to have had that amazingly awkward conversation with Cutter shortly before he’d been released from hospital, when the man had sent Connor out on an obviously made up errand and then proceeded to give Danny what he’d realised with growing horror was the ‘what are your intentions?’ talk. It hadn’t helped that Cutter seemed just as mortified himself but he’d soldiered on grimly till Danny had burst out ‘Look! I like him, ok?’ and Cutter had looked at him keenly for a moment and then relaxed and replied ‘We all do. It’s one of the greatest unsolved mysteries we’ve come across as to why’
Lester thankfully had contented himself with a raised eyebrow and a murmured ‘Each to their own…’
So it wasn’t that that was bothering Danny and keeping him awake. It was just that there was something…
Connor snuffled behind him and pressed up against his back, both of them still naked after the sex earlier (Up on their knees at the head of the bed, Connor bracing himself against the wall, face pushed against it as he panted out ‘Jesus, Danny! Yes, just like that - harder!’). Connor’s cock, soft and sated now, nestled gently at the top of Danny’s arse, just there where the divide started that led down to… Connor gave a small, snorting snore and Danny let out a quiet, shuddering breath, his whole body quivering and awake now.
Yeah. It wasn’t the fact that people knew they were having sex that was keeping him awake. It was something else.
* * *
There was something up and it was worrying the hell out of Connor.
Danny was just acting strangely - going quiet and moody at times and sometimes snipping at him and picking niggly little arguments that made Connor snap back and bringing on small fights that had Jenny and Abby looking at them in a troubled way and Lester asking, in a snarky tone that almost concealed the genuine concern, ‘Trouble in paradise?’
Even their sex life was affected by it. They weren’t shagging any less (that really would have upset him) but the tension between them had started to carry over into the bedroom and sometimes Danny almost seemed angry when he was fucking Connor.
It wasn’t like Connor minded if it was a bit rough - hell, he’d happily admit that he liked it, and the session they’d had the other day that had started when he’d made a comment about how Danny’s arse had looked in his leather jeans and ended with Connor bent gasping over the kitchen counter while Danny screwed the life out of him with them still on had left him pleasantly sore and unable to sit down for the rest of the day but he hadn’t cared.
But Danny was pissed off about something and he wasn’t talking and to be honest Connor was starting to get afraid.
At this particular moment things felt ok. They’d had a rough day; ending up playing ‘hide and jump out and try and eat’ with a Permian era creature that had made its way through an anomaly in an abandoned subway system before Connor could get to it to seal it, and by the time they’d managed to capture it and send it back through again everyone had been dirty and scratched and tired.
Danny had won the toss for first shower when they got home and by the time Connor emerged from his the other man was lying face down on the bed, fully relaxed for what Connor suddenly realised was the first time in days.
He carefully laid down next to him and, secure in the knowledge that Danny was facing the other way and wouldn’t notice, he spent several minutes just looking. Tracing his eyes over the long, lean muscled back and the freckled skin that lost the faint golden colour it had in the parts that where exposed to sunlight and become creamy pale over Danny’s torso and bum and legs. Connor carefully put his hand out to rest on Danny’s shoulder blade and, when he didn’t seem to mind or tense up, began brushing his hand lightly over his skin, tracing the path his eyes had mapped out up and down the spine; starting slow and short and then sweeping further across and down when Danny relaxed even more into it like a big cat being petted.
He was almost hypnotising himself with the movements when a particularly long stroke brought his hand down to brush against Danny’s bum and something abruptly changed - it was almost as though Danny was suddenly holding his breath, waiting for something. Connor paused for a moment and then tentatively stroked further down. Danny’s back hollowed in minutely as he ever-so-slightly pushed his arse up into Connor’s hand.
Oh. Ohhh… Right! Well, they hadn’t done much this way round before but - Connor flexed his hand and squeezed lightly and then grinned when Danny let out a soft sound - he was totally on board with this idea!
He swiftly shifted on the bed so that he was curled up nearer Danny’s bum and gave it a firm, hard squeeze that had Danny shifting again and opening his legs slightly. Then he bent down further and bit very lightly into the globe of flesh nearest to him. That got him a moan that sent a shiver down his own spine and all of a sudden he was a man on a mission - to get Danny to make more sounds like that.
Several minutes later he was considering that mission fully accomplished, with Danny’s arse reddening from his grasping finger marks and damp from licks and bites and kisses and Danny moaning pretty much continuously above him and panting and making little incoherent noises as he squirmed around that gradually became understandable as a long litany of
“Connor, Connor, please… please, please, please…”
Yes. Connor could definitely deal with ‘please’
He scrambled up to grab the lube from the bedside table and settled back between Danny’s eagerly spread legs, his body singing its own song of want now. Danny’s back was one coiled spring of taut muscle and he was still muttering begging sounds into the pillow he had his fists clenched round. Connor ran a soothing, promising hand quickly over his arse again and popped open the tube to slick his fingers up before running them down the crack to Danny’s hole and pressing the first one gently in.
He didn’t get much of a chance to play and he’d only got two fingers in before Danny was surging up onto his knees and shoving back onto them, his pleading now changing to
“Fuck me, fuck me! That’s enough, that’s fine, its fine!”
Connor twisted his hand in a way that had a low whine coming out of Danny’s throat and said through gritted teeth
“You’re still bloody tight - I don’t want to hurt you”
Danny bowed his shoulders down and canted his hips up as he said loudly
“You won’t! Just go slow at the start and it’ll be ok. Now will you bloody fuck me?!”
Who was Connor to deny such a heartfelt request? He pulled his fingers out and used more lube to carefully slick his own cock up before guiding it to Danny’s arse. He pushed in; gentle but firm pressure in small little nudges as Danny pushed back and gradually that tight opening relaxed around him as he worked his way further in.
He stopped, trembling, when he was seated fully in Danny’s arse and Jesus! Go slow? If he moved at all he thought his heart was going to burst its way out of his bloody chest! This, this… God. Why hadn’t they been doing this from the start? Why hadn’t Connor known about this before so he could adapt one of the anomaly sealers to stop time so that he could have this feeling of hot, soft flesh clenching round his cock forever?
And then Danny gave a grunt and pulled away and pushed back quickly and Jesus fucking Christ! It got better?!
Connor shoved forward without thinking and his moan mingling with the low noise that Danny made that wasn’t so much a groan as a growl. Then Danny hissed ‘yesss…’ - and Connor could deal with ‘yes’ as well.
He began thrusting. Clutching Danny’s hips so tight he knew distantly he was leaving bruises, withdrawing as much as he could bear and then driving back into where he belonged. It was so good - so very beyond good - that all too soon he was hanging back from orgasm with only the very tip of his control. He vision was blurring through strain but he saw that Danny was holding himself up with one hand and his own forehead, the other arm moving jerkily in front of him and Connor wanted to thank him because there was no way he had the coordination at the moment for the reach around.
And then Danny was crying out hoarsely, and he was shaking and - oh Christ - rippling and clenching around Connor’s cock. And Connor thrust in one last time and was coming so hard he thought he’d pulled something.
* * *
Trying to get his breathing under control afterwards (and Connor hadn’t realised how much of a bloody workout vigorous sex gave you from that side of things), Connor was amused to find out how snuggly and affectionate the big, tough Danny Quinn got after being fucked - he was almost purring!
In fact the man was behaving so much like a cat - practically butting his head against Connor’s shoulder to be stroked - that Connor almost laughed. He was grinning down at Danny’s relaxed face when he had a sudden flash of insight and blurted out
“Was this why you’ve been so funny lately?! You wanted me to fuck you?!”
Danny stiffened and started to pull away but Connor had had just about enough of that - he rolled them over so he was on top, pinning Danny down, and exclaimed
“Hey! No - come on, tell me. Was this why?”
He knew quite well that Danny could easily get away if he really wanted to, so he took courage from the fact that the bigger man wasn’t making any attempt to. Was just frowning back up at him with a slightly shifty look in his eyes. He flexed his wrists a bit under Connor’s hands and then said reluctantly
“…Maybe”
Connor’s look of sheer incredulity seemed to prompt him to more and he burst out
“Look, I missed it, ok? You’re not the only one that likes getting fucked!”
Connor surged up and straddled Danny’s waist to free his arms for more emphatic arm waving as he shouted back
“Well, did you ever think about maybe just bloody telling me that?! It’s not as if I was going to say ‘urgh - no thanks!’ is it?”
Danny leaned up on his elbows and bellowed back at him
“I know that, all right?! I just…” he broke off and flopped back down, rubbing a hand across his face. Then he muttered quietly “I didn’t know how to ask”
Connor put his hands on the pillow by the sides of Danny’s head and loomed over him. He said bluntly
“You’re an idiot”
“I know”
“You could have just said, ‘Connor, I’d like you to fuck me’”
“Ok. Got that now, thanks”
“You could have said, ‘Connor, I’m all about the butt sex and I want you to plough me now’”
Danny started to smile
“Shut up!”
“’Take me now, Connor! Do me hard with your enormous..’”
Danny slapped a hand over Connor’s mouth and said through bursts of laughter
“Shut up! I get your point!”
“You’ve already had my ‘point’”
Danny groaned
“Connor…”
“I thought you were going to break up with me!”
“What?!”
Danny started and looked up at Connor, shocked. Connor wasn’t smiling anymore and his voice was tight as he repeated
“I thought you were breaking up with me and that’s why you were being weird. I’ve spent the last week thinking that you were sick of the sight of me and you were going to tell me to piss off at any moment”
“No! No, Connor - come on, come on!”
Danny scrambled up and dragged a reluctant Connor into his arms. He held him tight and stumbled over the words he was stammering into the rigid tendon on Connor’s neck
“I wouldn’t, ok? I wouldn’t and I’m sorry - I’m sorry, I didn’t think, alright? I didn’t… I’m sorry”
Connor let out a shuddery breath that felt like he’d been holding it in for days and straightened back up. He looked at Danny seriously and said in a grave tone
“You’re a moron”
Danny reached up to cup Connor’s cheek with a slightly shaky hand and replied
“Yeah. We’ve established that - and I’ve got to say I’m in full agreement”
“You’ve got to talk to me in future, ok? I don’t like being that worried”
Danny was nodding
“Absolutely. Definitely! I am honestly really sorry, Connor”
The man was looking so distressed that Connor decided to forgo his plan to make him squirm for a bit longer and leaned forward to kiss him softly. Danny responded eagerly and the kiss got hotter and intense before Connor gentled it off. He pulled back again and gave Danny a smile that was tentatively returned.
Connor said lightly
“Hey - it’s ok. It isn’t like it didn’t turn out alright in the end, is it? You got what you wanted and I wasn’t exactly suffering just now either. In fact…” he grinned outright at Danny, who was starting to look happier again “Anytime you want a ride on the Connor Temple Love Machine you just say so!”
Danny snorted and his eyes crinkled in laughter as he pulled Connor down to lie next to him. He asked with amusement
“Will I need protective gear for this ride then?”
Connor settled down with a sigh before saying with mock thoughtfulness
“Well, it’s not required… but I’ve always got a hard ‘helmet’ I can give you!”
He managed to keep a straight face for all of the five seconds before Danny groaned and tackled him.