by Dawn Sister
“I can only do my best, John.” Danny admitted, “But Tristan means a lot to me. I’d do anything to keep him safe.” He’d turned to face Tristan’s dad and met his grey eyes with his own. John nodded decisively and again placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder,
“That’s all I need to know, Danny.” He said, smiling warmly, “Now why don’t you introduce me to all these hero friends of yours and Tristan’s?”
Danny smiled and led John Gillman inside.
*****
Two days later Danny followed Tristan into their room, carrying his bag. He had been discharged from hospital and had said his farewells to his parents. They had wanted Tristan to consider returning home with them for a rest, but he assured them that Danny would make sure he rested. Danny had promised he would, thrilled that Tristan had decided to stay.
For a moment Tristan stood in the middle of the room. His shoulders were hunched and he looked suddenly very small and vulnerable. Danny threw down the holdall and walked up to his friend, placing a hand on his arm,
“You okay, Tris?” he asked gently, “How do you feel?”
Tristan turned to him. He looked so pale and tired. He shrugged his shoulders,
“I don’t know, bud, but it feels good to be back.” Danny smiled and nodded,
“Yeah it does. Feels good to have you back, babe.” It was Tristan’s turn to smile; his face was etched with weariness though.
He hadn’t slept well in the hospital after the initial drug induced sleep. He’d been told that could be a side effect of the drug too, but the doctors were now sure that it was out of his system. The only time he had slept at all after he had regained consciousness had been when Danny had lain on the bed with him.
That had proved increasingly more frustrating for both of them since, as Tristan’s energy and recovery increased so did his need for Danny and a couple of times they had almost been caught with their hands on the waist band of their pants as their making out had become a little more steamy,
“Are you hungry?” Danny asked, trying to take his mind off what he really wanted to do. Tristan looked far too tired for anything like that. The feelings were still strange and new to him any way, to feel desire for another man, “We could go down for dinner if you want.” Tristan shook his head, “How about I order pizza or something?” again Tristan shook his head. There was an unreadable look in his deep blue eyes, like there had been that Sunday morning as they had made love. Danny felt his breathing quicken and his heart skip a beat,
“I ain’t hungry, Danny, we just ate with my parents.” Danny nodded silently because he didn’t trust his voice to work right at that moment,
“Are you tired then?” he managed to croak out, “Do you want a shower? Or maybe you could just go to bed?”
Tristan’s smile broadened and he closed the gap between them, placing his hands on either side of Danny’s face,
“I thought you’d never ask.” He whispered as he pressed his lips to Danny’s.
Danny moaned softly. This was the first time they had kissed standing up, it felt a little weird being kissed by someone taller than him, but at the same time it felt great because it was Tristan. He slipped his hands around Tristan’s back and deepened the kiss. Tristan’s tongue pushed for entrance and Danny allowed it, his own tongue exploring. There was another moan as their bodies pushed together. Danny couldn’t really be sure who exactly it had come from. He pulled back eliciting a soft whimper from Tristan as he broke the kiss,
“I thought you were tired.” He said to his dark haired, sapphire eyed friend,
“I never said that.” Tristan told him sassily, “I said I didn’t want anything to eat, or a shower.” He tightened his hold on Danny, his arms wrapped around his friends shoulders, “I do want you though.”
“Oh, you got me.” Danny assured him, “I think you had me the first day you pulled up into the parking lot in that damn car of yours.”
“You like my car?” Tristan asked as he closed his lips around Danny’s again. Danny hummed an affirmative into his mouth. He could feel Tristan smiling into the kiss.
Suddenly he felt himself lifted, and pushed backwards to one of the beds. He was momentarily disorientated so couldn’t actually work out which one. The backs of his legs were pushed against the edge of the mattress and his knees gave way under the pressure. He sat then was pushed backwards as Tristan climbed onto the bed with him. All the time their lips never parted.
Danny hitched up the bed so that they had more room. Tristan followed him, straddling his hips; his lips kissing Danny’s face, and neck and shoulders as he pulled at the neck of his T shirt down. Danny exclaimed,
“Don’t stretch it, Tris.” He said, between gasps. Tristan looked down at him, an amused look in his eyes,
“Danny, you fuckin’ girl, it’s just a T Shirt. Take it off if you don’t want it stretched.” He pulled at the hem and Danny sat, stretched his arms up and allowed Tristan to pull the shirt over his head.
Tristan moaned and leaned in to attack Danny’s hardened nipples. Danny lay back moaning himself. He arched his back with pleasure at the sensation,
“Tris, are you…” he gasped as Tristan traced a line across his chest from one nipple to the other, “Oh, god. Tris are you sure you’re okay to do this?”
“Of course I am. Don’t tell me we can’t, because I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Shit.” Danny exclaimed as Tristan bit hard onto his other nipple, “That hurt, you bastard.” He laughed,
“What ya gonna do about it stud?” Tristan said in his most sultry, sexy voice. Danny growled as he caught Tristan’s shoulders and turned him so that he was now straddling his dark haired friend.
Tristan gasped and smiled up at Danny. His fingers carded through Danny’s short blond hair, “You are so beautiful.” He said softly,
“No one ever said that to me before.” Danny smiled He found he quite liked it coming from Tristan,
“Well that’s a damn shame,” Tristan pulled Danny down and their lips crushed together, tongues entwined.
Fingers found waist bands. Both were wearing sweat pants and their hands found their way into each others quite easily. Both of them bucked against each other as finger tips found hardened cocks,
“God I want you so much, Danny.” Tristan gasped, “Mess me up.” he whispered, “Mess me up so’s I can’t see straight.”
Danny pulled at Tristan’s pants and Tristan lifted his hips to allow them to be pulled off. Then came his boxers. He was still wearing his T Shirt. He pulled it off as Danny stood to push off his own pants and boxers.
Then Danny was on top of him again, their naked bodies entwined. Danny let out a low moan at the sensation of his skin against Tristan’s. Their hips ground together, their cocks touching. Danny felt hot all over. Tristan was like a drug, a cure all. He writhed beneath Danny gasping and kissing any part of him he could reach with his lips. God he wanted to make this man come, he wanted to watch him come. He took Tristan’s cock in his hand and began to pump it up and down,
“Oh my god yes.” Tristan gasped, with pleasure and relief at getting what he had been anticipating all day.
Since he had been told he was being discharged he hadn’t really been able to think of anything else but this moment. His hand found Danny’s member and he began to pump to the same rhythm. Danny gasped and moaned and sighed with ecstasy.
The moans and the sighs from the other were sending each of them over the edge. Danny opened his eyes to watch Tristan as he gasped and bucked beneath him,
“Oh shit, Danny, I’m gonna come.” He opened his eyes and his blue orbs met Danny’s grey ones,
“God, Tristan, come, I wanna see you come.” Tristan’s eyes widened,
“Shit, that’s so fuckin’ kinky.” He gasped, “Fuck, Danny.” He yelled out and they were suddenly coated in his semen, milky strands shooting across his stomach and Danny’s hand.
The look of Tristan’s face as his orgasm took over, sent D
anny over the edge too and with a strangled gasp he came, his own semen mixing with Tristan’s,
“Oh my god, that was so messy.” Tristan gasped flinging his head back and gasping with laughter. Danny collapsed next to him on the bed, laughing as well,
“Well you said you wanted me to make a mess of you.” Danny said innocently,
“Danny Taylor, you keep making a mess of me like that and you’ll be the death of me.”
After they had cleaned up their mutual mess, they curled up under the covers of the bed, Tristan’s bed, and slept soundly, for the first time in days.
Chapter 16: Hunger Wins Every Time
“I’m hungry, Tristan, are you hungry?” Danny stretched languidly on his bed beside Tristan, his T shirt rising up and revealing his firm, smooth, stomach, “Should we go out for food this time?”
“Yeah, I guess I’m hungry too.” Tristan answered, his eyes wandering up and down Danny’s exposed torso and feeling a fluttering in his own stomach that had nothing to do with hunger. The sight of Danny’s exposed skin was turning him on despite the fact that they had shared each other’s bodies several times already that day.
They’d spent the entire first full day out of hospital in their room. Danny had been excused his classes for the rest of the week since Tristan needed someone to stay with him: Doctor’s orders. They had eaten breakfast from what supplies they had picked up on the way home from the hospital the day before and had ordered pizza for lunch. They had managed to not go out at all and when they hadn’t been eating they had spent the rest of their time having sex.
Oh god the sex. Danny had never had so much sex in one day. He'd always thought of himself as an energetic and enthusiastic lover but Tristan’s appetite was insatiable.
He was now closely examining Danny’s exposed stomach with his finger tips; growling low as the muscles twitched under his gentle caresses,
“You are going to kill me if you don’t give me a break, Tristan Gillman, and you’re the one that’s supposed to be resting. Are you always so fucking wanton?” Tristan laughed and his blue eyes sparkled,
“It’s you that makes me like this, Danny. I ain’t like this with anyone else.”
“Bullshit, Tristan, you are like this with everyone else.” It was always a joke between the two of them that Tristan became cranky if he went for more than a few days without some sort of sex and Danny had been shocked a few times when his sassy friend had picked a willing partner and done something about it in the middle of the day; locked in some toilet cubicle or in a janitor’s cupboard.
Danny enjoyed sex, but he had never felt the need to do it at the drop of a hat. Tristan lived, breathed and ate it and still didn’t seem to get enough. Danny couldn’t help wondering if he had perhaps bitten off more than he could chew this time, since they were effectively living together and there would be no escaping Tristan’s appetite. If he was going to survive this then there were going to have to be some ground rules; because he was sure that if it carried on the way it had since last night Tristan was going to wear him out completely. He knew that Tristan was not going to take that lying down, or perhaps he would, but not in the way Danny would want him to.
Right now though, Danny found that he could not deny this dark haired, blue eyed stunning man, anything since he was just happy that he had the old sassy, sexy Tristan back and not the needy, frail, and frightened Tristan he had seen in the hospital. He knew there were some things they both had to deal with but he was a little more optimistic now, that together they would be able to deal with the fallout from everything that had happened over the weekend.
Tristan leaned close and Danny felt his body reacting once more to his closeness, reacting in a way he thought would be impossible considering how many times they had made love since that morning,
“I don’t hear you complainin’, Danny Taylor,” Tristan whispered softly, his breath hot on Danny’s cheek causing him to gasp then moan as Tristan’s hand wandered down to his waist band,
“I’m not complaining, Tris,” Danny held onto his friend’s wrist to stay his progress, but he couldn’t ignore the growing heat in his groin from Tristan’s caresses, “I just need a break.”
Tristan was having none of it though and he moved quickly to straddle and pin his blond haired lover down on the bed. His hands held Danny’s wrists above his head. For a moment they regarded each other breathlessly; blue eyes meeting grey; then Tristan’s lips attacked Danny’s neck causing him to wriggle and squirm beneath the taller man,
“Tristan, stop.” He gasped.
Tristan kissed and sucked at the juncture between Danny’s neck and shoulder whispering his name over and over, almost like he was singing a song,
“Dan, Dan, Danny.” It sent shivers of delight coursing through Danny’s body,
“Tristan,” Danny gave a half chuckle, half gasp of frustration; he really was hungry and he really didn’t think he could survive another round of sex with Tristan unless he ate something, “I need food. I am honestly fading away, please.” He begged through a fit of delightful giggles. Tristan stopped to regard him again with those big, deep blue eyes: so gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous,
“Are you honestly choosin’ food over me?” Tristan pouted adorably and Danny chuckled, reaching up to caress Tristan’s cheek,
“You pout like a girl, you know that?” he said, affectionately,
“Shut up, Danny.” Tristan said, looking away in mock anger, but his cheeks flushed and he couldn’t help smiling. Danny grinned as he tried to meet Tristan’s eye,
“What I’m saying is, my wanton friend, that if I don’t get something to eat soon, I am going to pass out from hunger. Besides we just had showers are you going to mess us up again?” Tristan giggled softly,
“If you’re worried about being messed up I can think of a way that doesn’t make any mess at all.” He said as he released Danny’s wrists and moved down the bed towards his hips, planting kisses all the way down.
Danny gasped helplessly and arched into the kisses, “Shit, Tristan.” He whispered as Tristan pulled the waist band of his sweat pants down over his hips and took his hardened cock into his warm mouth, “Jesus Christ.” Danny swore as he bucked his hips at the pleasure Tristan’s mouth was giving him.
Tristan was so fucking good at this. Danny hadn’t yet plucked up the courage to reciprocate, although he knew he wanted to, he just didn’t think he could live up to Tristan’s expectations.
Tristan moaned as he sucked and licked at Danny’s cock, getting as much pleasure as he was giving and feeling himself harden. He carefully watched Danny through hooded eyes. He loved the way he just surrendered to his touch. Their eyes met and Danny gave one more cry of pleasure before coming, filling Tristan’s mouth.
Danny threw his head back in exhaustion,
“That’s it.” He gasped, breathless and ragged, “You really did kill me this time. I’m officially dead from too much sex.” Tristan laughed and Danny lifted his head to meet his sparkling blue eyes. He smiled and his own eyes sparkled.
Tristan moved back up to kiss Danny softly on the lips. Danny’s hand found its way down to Tristan’s erection. He smiled into Tristan’s kiss, tasting himself on his friend’s tongue. This was all so erotic and sensual. He closed his hand around Tristan’s shaft and pulled gently, revelling in Tristan’s ragged gasp of pleasure,
“Only right that I should get some revenge.” Danny muttered against Tristan’s neck.
He felt Tristan’s body go limp and helpless at the resonance of his voice against his skin. He was always surprised how he could render this strong, dominant young man powerless with a touch, it was such a turn on, which was possibly the reason that Tristan enjoyed doing it to him. He kept up his rhythm on Tristan’s cock until his friend shuddered and came with a hiss and Danny’s name whispered on his lips.
