by Sean Michael
"Uh-huh." The sound hitched in his throat just a little and he licked his lips. Kneeling on the bed, he reached, his fingers sliding over the wrinkled flesh. It was hotter than he'd expected, and softer.
Daniel relaxed back, humming softly, just letting him explore.
He kissed Daniel's inner thigh, fingers sliding on that skin, on the skin between it and Daniel’s balls. "I have to get the stuff." Because right now he could remember it, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be very long at all before he didn't remember a thing.
"Uh-huh. Come on, honey. Get the slick."
He nodded and managed to tear himself away from all the naked and exposed-just-for-him on the bed. It wasn't like the cabin was huge, and he knew where the supplies were. In the little plastic bag from the store by the gas station, God, he’d been red-faced when he’d bought it all, but he was glad they had it now. He grabbed a box of condoms and a tube of lube, and made his way back to the bedroom.
He stopped short in the doorway, eyes drawn to the bed. Daniel was spread out, hand rolling and rubbing those heavy balls, eyes closed and lips parted. It was better than any wet dream he’d ever had.
"Daniel... wow. You're... wow." He closed his mouth before he could say anything else stupid and just went over to the bed, reaching for Daniel.
"Mmm. I'm all about wanting. Come touch me."
"I can do that." He could so do that.
He slid his hands over skin, the hairs on Daniel's legs tickling his palms. Daniel hummed for him, singing a soft tune that sounded like pure pleasure. He explored slowly, taking his time, learning the lean body.
It was hard to remember they were in danger and he was supposed to be protecting Daniel when the man's skin was warm and alive beneath his fingertips. Of course, it was easy to just feel, to let the urge to protect turn into the urge to touch. He touched Daniel's nipples, brought his mouth to one and flicked his tongue across it as their legs tangled together.
It felt so good, just going slow, exploring.
"Shit, you make me feel like... I don't know. I ain't got words."
"As long as it's good." He could see that it was, though. Daniel's nipples hard, reaching up for his touch, his tongue.
"Uh-huh. Better than. Fuck."
"Good. Good." He was babbling nonsense, his fingers sliding over Daniel's belly, over the curls that surrounded Daniel's cock. He cupped Daniel's sacs, fingers stroking behind them, the skin so warm.
Daniel spread even wider, hips sliding on the sheets, that hole right there, waiting for him. He slid his fingers over the wrinkled skin again. So soft and warm; it shouldn't have felt so different than his own, but it did somehow. The muscles tensed and twitched and he chuckled, tracing the hole again.
He moved his lips to Daniel's other nipple, lips tugging at it as he pressed against the hot little hole making Daniel's abdomen ripple. He was doing that, he was making Daniel need.
He felt around for where he'd dropped the tube of slick. It was harder than he would have imagined, to make his fingers work, to make himself focus. He finally had to stop and look at the tube when it just wouldn't open and he laughed as he realized it was wrapped in plastic as it was brand new.
"I think I'm failing Romance 101," he noted as he tore the plastic off the tube.
"Honey, anytime there's happy laughter, that ain't wrong." Daniel got up on his elbows, grinning down at him.
"Well thank God for that." Daniel's grin eased him, made the dork factor back off. He got the tube open and squeezed, the slick stuff shooting out all over his fingers. He smiled up at Daniel. "Here we go."
"You know it. Slick me up, Angel. We'll ride."
His cock throbbed, and he nodded enthusiastically. Yeah. Yeah, they'd ride. "One finger at a time, right?" He'd seen his share of porn.
"Don't over-think. Just feel, man."
"No thinking. I can probably do that." He was mostly there anyway, all the blood his brain needed gone south until he could feel his heartbeat in his prick.
He pushed one of his lubed fingers against Daniel's hole, gasping as it pushed in. Oh yeah, his thinking capabilities were going to disappear really quickly, he could tell. It was hot and tight and soft and amazing inside Daniel.
"Oh. That's right, honey. Just so." Daniel started moving, rocking on his finger.
"Wow. Just... wow." He pushed a second finger in with the first, amazed how that tiny hole stretched for him.
"Uh. Uh-huh. More."
He could do more. He pushed a third finger in, moving them in and out, stretching them apart. His prick throbbed and he rubbed it against Daniel's thigh. He couldn't believe that tight hole was going to take him in. But then he couldn’t believe he had three fingers in there already either.
"Full. So good, Angel. So fucking sweet." Daniel was into it, riding and shifting, almost bouncing on his fingers.
"You look amazing." And Daniel felt even better around his fingers. Was going to feel even better than that around his cock.
"Is that enough?" he asked when he didn't think he could wait another minute longer to glove up and push in.
"Yeah. Come on. I can't get any readier."
Rafe laughed softly, part nerves, mostly pleasure and happiness.
He tore open the box of condoms and tore one off, passing it to Daniel. "I need that," he said, fingers still pushing in and out of Daniel's ass.
"Man, you want my fingers to work? I only got the one good hand..." Daniel managed though, ripping the package open with his teeth.
He knew Daniel only had the one hand, but he then so did he – he didn’t want to stop what he was doing in Daniel’s ass any sooner than he had to. Besides, he'd had a hard enough time with the damned lube. "Sorry, man. I just... I need too much." He rubbed his prick against Daniel's hip again, fingers going deep.
"Then come on. Come in." Daniel arched, body flushing as his fingers slid over that flat little gland.
He arched himself when Daniel's hand smoothed the rubber over his cock. How come even that felt better than anything he’d ever done before? "Oh, fuck. Now." He tugged his fingers out and settled hurriedly between Daniel's legs, breathing quickly.
Daniel arched for him, easy in that tanned skin and wanting him. He pushed against Daniel's hole, the man's skin so hot even with the condom, and for a moment he thought there was absolutely no way he was going to go in. No way. And then Daniel breathed or something and suddenly he was past the tight muscles, gasping as he sank in a few inches, almost jerking with it.
"Mmm... Yeah. Full. Goddamn." Daniel's belly went a sweet rosy pink, muscles clenching tight.
"Fuck. God. Daniel." He'd never felt anything so hot and so tight. He'd never been buried inside anyone and this was just so good. He was going to come in a second if he moved and he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
Daniel's hand traced his cheek, his jaw, easing him a bit, settling him. "We're in no hurry, honey."
He nuzzled into the touch, turned his face and kissed Daniel's palm. "All... all the time in the world." He nodded, and pushed the rest of the way in, groaning as he sank in balls deep.
"Yeah..." Daniel's body squeezed, gripping him tight.
He opened his eyes, looking down into blue, staring at Daniel. Oh, he was lost. "Can I move now?"
"If you don't, I'm going to beat you to fucking death."
He gave a gasping laugh, and then started to move, pulling most of the way out before pushing back in again and oh fucking Christ, he'd never felt anything like it. "Daniel. Daniel." He repeated the name with every thrust.
"Uh-huh." Daniel drew one leg back, hips rocking up, meeting him.
"It's good." And it was.
He kept moving, lost in the way Daniel's ass squeezed him, in the way their bodies made a slapping noise every time they came together.
"Mmm. Angel. That's it. That's it. Harder."
He thrust harder, feeling the way Daniel's body welcomed him, the way those silky walls seemed to grasp at him as he pulled
out. Daniel grabbed his shoulder, tugging him down into a kiss, tongue fucking his lips. The kiss sparked behind his eyes and in his belly, a fire rushing between the places he and Daniel were joined.
They lost their rhythm, both of them struggling toward the finish line. He managed to get a hand between them, and wrapped it around the long, hard prick.
"Not long," he warned, wanting to make sure Daniel came, too.
"Uh-huh" Daniel bucked, eyes rolling back in his head as heat sprayed over Rafe’s fingers.
The hot, silky flesh tightened impossibly around his cock and he cried out, hips jerking as he filled the condom.
"Oh. Oh, man. That's it." Daniel slumped back, throat working.
He collapsed down, still buried deep, face buried in Daniel's neck. That was... wow." Maybe it was lame, but he really didn't have other words for it.
"Uh-huh." Daniel nodded, moaned softly.
"Mmm." God, he felt good, lazy and melted.
Sliding out of Daniel, he fumbled with the condom, got it tied off and tossed it. Then he settled next to the sexiest man he'd ever met. He tugged Daniel into his arms.
"Mmm. Hey." Daniel shifted, found a place to prop the casted hand.
"Hey." He smiled into Daniel's eyes, a wave of protectiveness going through him that had nothing to do with the job and everything to do with the man himself.
"Mmm. Let's have a nap. Then we'll think on food, huh?"
"Yeah, sounds good. I should just go lock up..."
"Mmm. You think we're not safe?"
"No, I think we're good. I just..." Was feeling a little guilty. Not that he wouldn't do it all again given the choice, but he was breaking all the rules here and if anything happened to Daniel under his watch, he’d never forgive himself.
"If you feel better, do it. Keeping me safe's your job, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah it is." He got up out of bed with Daniel reluctantly, but he knew he was doing the right thing. At the door, he stopped and looked back, taking in the long, lean body sprawled out on the bed. "More than just my job now, you know?"
"Yeah? Good. You gotta hang with me a while."
"Lucky me," he murmured, giving Daniel a last lingering look before he went to make sure everything was locked up tight.
***
Flipping pancakes with a broken hand was fucking challenging.
"Angel, I swear to god, you're doing dishes."
Daniel got a pancake on a plate without dropping it. Three out of five wasn't bad. Rafe cheered at the feat, eyes twinkling merrily. The man stayed well out of range of his arm and spatula, though.
"Don't make me kill you, now." He snorted, stuck his tongue out.
Rafe laughed softly. "Hey, I set the table and unpacked all the groceries while you've been dilly-dallying with the pancakes."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You've got both hands."
Fuckhead.
He got another one poured.
For a half a minute guilt flashed across Rafe's face, and then it disappeared, his would be protector coming up behind him and looping both arms around his waist. That solid body was really warm against his back. "All the better to hold you with?"
"Oh. Now that's nice." A hell of a hook for a song, too.
Rafe nuzzled his neck, mouth soft and warm. "Full body protection." He could hear the sweet laughter in Rafe's voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Help me flip this one, man." Oh, this was the most fun he'd had in months.
"Here, let me..." Rafe grabbed hold of the frying pan's handle and pulled it off the heat. "Watch me now; it's all in the wrist."
A flick of Rafe's wrist and the pancake flew up in the air. It came back down and landed back in the frying pan. Uncooked side still up.
"Oh. Dude." Oh, that rocked. "Do it again!"
Rafe smacked Daniel's ass with his free hand and then cuddled back up along his back again. "Shh. No distracting me this time." Another flick of the wrist, this one a lot flickier and the pancake sailed up, flipped a few times and landed, once again, uncooked side up. "Shit."
He laughed good and hard, just tickled. "You missed."
"At least it landed back in the fying pan. This position must be hampering my usual amazing pancake flipping skills." Rafe didn't move though. "I guess we'll have to do it the old-fashioned way."
He grabbed the spatula, turning it carefully, managing the flip. "Ta da!"
"Woo! Thank God I was here to help." Rafe's chuckles tickled along his neck.
"Mmmhmm. I'll take it, man. I will."
"Yeah? Good." Rafe rubbed, prick solid against his ass. "We gonna have bacon, too?"
"If you want to pop it in the microwave, sure. I'm not risking the grease one-handed."
"I love bacon with pancakes. It makes an awesome sandwich."
Rafe pressed a last kiss to his neck and moved away, pulling a plate off one of the shelves and spreading paper towel on it. "How many slices you want?"
"Four. I'm hungry." He went for the syrup, hooting as he found a bottle of honey alongside.
Rafe filled the plate with bacon and stuck it in the microwave. "We're not going to blow a fuse are we?"
"If we do, we're fucked. I'm not a great electrician." Roofing? Yeah. Plumbing? Okay. Electricity? Only so much.
"Well, I can change a fuse..." Rafe closed the microwave door and pressed a few buttons. It came on without anything blowing. "All right! Go us."
"Woo. You want a cup of Joe?" The coffee smelled fucking fine and the powdered milk would do okay in it.
"Yeah, that'll do." Rafe put the tub of margarine on the table, along with utensils and grabbed his ass on the way by.
"So why'd you become an FBI guy, Angel? I mean, did you always want to do it?"
"ATF,” Rafe corrected, almost absently. “I knew I wanted to do something where I helped people. And Gabe already had cop, Mickey had fireman. I had to take it a step up." Rafe grinned, eyes twinkling. "Besides I'm the only of the three of us smart enough to make the entrance exam."
"Well, there you go." He hooted a little, grinned. He wasn't smart enough to do much beyond pick and sing.
Rafe helped him get the pancakes onto plates and split the bacon up, making sure he was settled in his chair first. Then Rafe sat and literally made a sandwich out of his, buttering the pancakes, putting on the bacon and pouring the maple syrup like it was ketchup or something before putting another pancake on top.
"You want me to make one for you? Might be easier with your hand."
"Man. That's nasty. For real. Give me a fork." He'd figure it out. He wasn't ready to deal with pancake sandwiches.
"I could cut it up for you." Rafe gave him one of those shit-eating, eye-twinkling grins. "Like I do for my nieces and nephews."
"Don't make me turn you over my knee." He hid the smirk. Right. Like his skinny ass could kick big, buff, and brawny's ass.
"Oh you're one of those kinky types, are you?" Rafe was grinning to beat the band, obviously in a very fine mood this morning.
"Uh-huh. That's me. The kinky singer." He rolled his eyes, the laughter just bubbling out.
Their laughter faded and Rafe reached out to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lower lip. Then Rafe dropped his hand and cleared his throat. "Food's going cold."
"Then let's eat. We have time to just... be, yeah? You play poker?" He dug in, enjoying the food, the fact that they cooked it together.
"I do. I have to warn you, my brothers were mean competitors and you either got good at the game, or you bore the consequences. So I learned to be good." Rafe picked up his 'sandwich' and ate.
"What kind of consequences?"
"Well it changed as we grew older, but sitting on the loser’s face and farting was always a big favorite at all ages."
"Oh, dude. That's craptastic. We're not playing that game, Angel. I'll play for sexual favors, but no pooting." Jesus, he thought his sisters were bad.
Rafe's eyes lit up. "Oh, I can play that version. I could happily lose that version."
"Yeah? I'
ll keep that in mind." He could so remember that.
"Do I need to chop wood or anything?" Rafe asked.
"Nah. It's summer. We'll be fine."
"And here I thought I'd get to do something manly to counteract washing the dishes."
"You can always clean out the gutters, honey..." He was going to sit on his ass. Rest. Sleep. Admire Rafe's ass in those jeans.
