by Robyn Elliot
Stef sighed. She did it every time. He loved her, and she infuriated him beyond measure. Because she knew him.
“Hmm.”
“And that’s all you’re going to tell me?” she laughed, shaking her head. “All right, all right, I surrender!” Elisabeth raising her hands in mock supplication. Stef watched her start to make ready to leave. He kept glancing at the clock. With any luck, she and Danny would pass like a couple of ships in the night.
Unfortunately, those ships were Titanic and Lusitania.
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Danny stood in the elevator, checking himself out in the mirror. He leaned forward, scrutinizing critically, seeing an imaginary blemish that might cause Stef to see him for what he really was; a nervous wreck dressed in dark jeans, a loose shirt and casual jacket, all buttoned up virginity.
Danny turned from the mirror abruptly. The elevator doors opened, and two women stepped inside to share the space. He gazed ahead, as the doors closed again, trying not to think of that shower this morning. Instead of going straight to bed exhausted, Danny had headed to the shower, to try and relax his body and calm the excitement he was feeling. Relief had overwhelmed him, too, and he had pressed his brow against the shower hot tiles, letting sobs of relief escape; the idea of losing Stef, flashes of seeing him lying cold and bleeding, all too much, and Danny had let the steaming water wash over his body, as he had held his head in his hands for a while, trembling with what might have been.
The elevator doors opened again. This time, Danny stepped into the corridor, walking slowly towards Stef’s room. His heart was thundering, his face flaming. He couldn’t wait to see Stef, but was terrified at the same time.
It’s all your fault, Danny was thinking, as his heart scudded in his chest. Frenchman, it’s all your fault that I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t keep my hands off my cock. It’s all your fault, Stephane Clermont, that I don’t want to think of anything except you and the way you look, and the way you talk. The way you are.
Danny came to a halt at the door, hearing voices inside Stef’s room. A woman’s voice, and it wasn’t Annelise. He particularly knew this because Annelise had rang him about twenty minutes ago to tell him she and Guillaume were visiting later, paving the way for Danny to have a bit of alone time with Stef.
“You’re great,” Danny had found himself saying to her, listening to her laughter down the phone.
“Hey, so are you, babe. Go get your man!”
With that, she’d hung up, leaving Danny gape mouthed, phone to his ear, standing outside the hospital looking dumbfounded and elated at the same time. He had fought down the urge to jump up and down, a mixture of happiness and terror making him shake from head to foot.
He was realizing that every little jolt of sweet happiness, after so long feeling alone and unhappy, was down to the Stef effect.
Stef. Talking to someone, not Guillaume, not Annelise. Then, Danny remembered. Hell…his mother!
That thought brought Danny back to terra firma, considering the two voice-mails on his phone reminding him of the interrogations facing him, on a par with what Guillaume had had with Elisabeth. And if Elisabeth could pry for France, Danny’s mother Caroline was her English counterpart and no messing. Not forgetting Katharine, who had left the subtle message:
“Daniel Hastings, I presume; since I haven’t heard from you, I guess the Frenchman is screwing you senseless and sideways into tomorrow and the day after. Okay, I don’t ask for much, Danny, except loads of details and what it feels like to be underneath a sex god like that! Love you! Speak to me soon, babe!”
Bracing himself, Danny pushed the door open. Stef was sitting up in bed, looking considerably healthier than he had earlier. Danny smiled at him, and then his eyes moved to the woman coming towards him, with a perplexed look on her face. Danny recognized the look. Disbelief. It kind of flitted across Elisabeth’s face, then dissipated behind an intrigued but polite mask of charm. If Danny was slightly disconcerted, Elisabeth was dumbstruck. Not a common occurrence, both Guillaume and Stephane could vouch for that.
No, he wasn’t like Antoine, so that was a relief. And a bit of an understatement. But he was so...so…
“Maman, this is Danny.”
Stef pushed himself up against the pillows, grinning at Danny’s shy expression. “Danny, Elisabeth, my over protective mother who still believes I’m ten years old.”
Elisabeth extended her hand to Danny, quickly looking over her shoulder at her son. “You’re not that mature, darling,” and turned back to Danny, shaking his hand, smiling warmly at him.
“Very pleased to meet you, Elisabeth,” Danny said, hoping the slight stammer he sensed was hovering around his speech at the minute, couldn’t be detected. He felt sweat prickle at the back of his neck. So much for playing it cool, Danny, he was thinking, and knew he really did set his sights too high these days.
“Likewise, Danny, very much so,” and she stood between them, looking from one to the other expectantly.
Stef and Danny were staring at each other – like they just couldn’t stop themselves. Elisabeth opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, realizing she might not be heard anyway.
Well, well, she thought, so here is the famous Danny.
She wasn’t sure what to think. One minute, she was readying to leave, the next a tall, slender, rather fragile young man had stepped into the room, gazing at Stephane as if her son was the source of the sun itself. Hyperbole? Maybe. But Elisabeth had never seen her son return that kind of look. Till now.
She suddenly found herself imagining how perfect, how absolutely perfect, the château would be for their…
“It’s not the best way to meet, is it?” Danny’s lovely voice interrupted her train of thinking.
“Well, no, but the main thing is that Stephane is recovering, and has such a good friend; thank you for helping him, Danny, we are very grateful to you.”
“Oh, no, it was a pleasure,” he blurted, “I mean, I m-mean…” and Stephane rescued him. With wickedness.
“Hey, don’t I get a kiss?”
Danny’s knees threatened to buckle. He looked at Elisabeth, who was laughing softly, watching his embarrassment. “I think he’s talking to you, Danny!”
With that, Elisabeth picked up her bags, and kissed Stef lightly on his brow. “Darling, we’ll see you tonight. I love you.”
Stef put his arms around her. “Love you.”
Danny watched them. Me too.
Surprising Danny, Elisabeth breezed past him, but not before she gave him a gentle peck on his cheek. “See you soon, Danny.”
“Yes, I do hope so.”
Once Elisabeth had gone, Stef patted the bed. “Now come here,” he murmured.
Danny looked at him. God, he was stunning. Blood loss, surgery and shock, none of them had done anything to diminish just how gorgeous Danny found Stef. Stef’s beard was a turn on. Stef’s eyes were a turn on. The hairs visible at the ‘V’ of his hospital gown were a turn on. The strong, dark haired, lean forearms were a turn on. The Frenchman was one big hormone fest for Danny. If they ever did make love, and Danny was breathless thinking of that, he wondered if he might not die from the experience.
Talk about dying with a smile on your face.
“I said come here,” Stef was saying again, a hint of command in his eyes, making Danny groan inwardly.
Ever willing to obey the gods, Danny sat down on the side of the bed. Stef stroked his cheekbone with his fingertips, light, gentle, brushing caresses, making Danny close his eyes and listen to the ragged strain of his breathing.
“Now kiss me,” Stef whispered, and Danny, opening his eyes, stared at him.
“You’re supposed to be recovering,” Danny managed, before Stef put his hand to the back of Danny’s head, and pulled him down into a spiral of pleasure.
Danny had always worried about kissing guys. Not that he didn’t fantasize on an unhealthily regular basis to the point of obsession, of course. No,
he fretted – hey, this is Danny – worried himself senseless that he’d be plain lousy at it.
He needn’t have bothered. Some things come naturally. Like breathing, and sleeping and sneezing.
Like kissing Stephane. Yes, it didn’t get more natural than that.
Their lips moved in easy harmony over each other, slow and gentle, slow and gentle, like Stef had promised. Danny moaned, unable to stop the sound, the build of pleasure, as Stef explored his mouth with languid tenderness. When Danny felt the soft probing of Stef’s tongue, he opened his lips and let him in.
Let him in so deep, there was no going back now.
Danny moaned again, and this time Stef joined him, building the kiss, guiding the kiss, the wet, sensuous sound of them tasting each other filling the room. Stef stroked his tongue over Danny’s, flicking and swirling in rhythmic, sensuous strokes, making Danny pull away, gasping for breath.
They rested their brows against each other, breathing like they’d been running a marathon.
“Thank you, Dr Hastings; I see we’ve started my rehab.” Stef smiled, and kissed each of Danny’s cheekbones with deliberate tenderness. Danny groaned again, wishing he could control himself better. His jeans were now uncomfortable, as his erection strained against the zip like a cornered anaconda.
He glanced down, saw Stef’s erection making the bedclothes rise, and daringly, quickly glancing at Stef’s face, Danny brushed his palm over it.
Instantly, Stef reacted and grunted appreciatively. That gave Danny a bit more confidence.
“Wow, babe!” Stef muttered, and placed his own hand over Danny’s, resting firmly on the crest of his erection, “careful, don’t want the bed sheets all sticky.”
“No, no, of course not,” Danny said, and quickly moved his hand away. The warm pulse of Stef’s hidden erection could still be felt over Danny’s bereft palm.
In an instant, Stef pulled the bedclothes down, revealing the hospital gown – very fetching – and Stef’s bulge beneath it. Danny stared. “I bet you taste good,” Danny heard himself, and bit his lip, suddenly laughing nervously.
Stephane’s eyes widened, that wicked, sexy gleam filling them with the deepest slate blue.
“I was thinking the same thing, Danny; thinking how I want to taste every single inch of your body, like this,” and leaning forward, wincing only slightly, Stef licked Danny’s neck, before gently biting the soft skin.
“My God!” Danny cried out before he could stop himself, and quickly glanced at the door, expecting the entire hospital’s staff to come marching in at any moment to take pictures.
“Lock the door,” Stef gasped, looking serious, the easy charm of him evaporating with his need for Danny.
Danny hesitated. “Stef, we can’t…what if someone comes…” His words died on his lips, as Stef began to kiss his eyelids, the tip of his nose.
“I do hope so…preferably at the same time, you beautiful man.”
“You know we can’t,” Danny insisted half-heartedly. Meaning we can, we can, fuck, we can!
“Don’t worry; when I get out of here, I’m going to make love to you as slowly and as sweetly as you want, Danny. Only now, I really need you, because you’ve been driving me mad since that fucking café latte…oh yeh, that’s right.” Stef went on caressing the bones of Danny’s face, seeing his expression. “Driving me mad, like no one has before, I promise you that, Danny,” and with that, Stef showed no mercy, kissed Danny, harder, wholly demanding, his tongue opening Danny’s lips possessively.
Danny moved his palm over the tip of Stef’s erection, making Stef jolt with pleasure. Misreading him, Danny muttered his apologies.
“Stef, I’ve hurt you.”
“You will if you don’t do that again…right now…hold on, lock the door, Danny! Come on babe, let’s just do what we’ve wanted to do right from the first moment we saw each other!”
Danny got up, and had to bend forward, to stop his cock near snapping in half, pressed hard as it was against his zipper. “Shit,” he grimaced, and Stef had to suppress a laugh. God, Danny, he thought, you are just so irresistible!
Danny tiptoed over to the door. This time, Stef couldn’t hide it.
“What the hell are you doing, Danny?”
“We need to be quiet,” as if that explained his sudden impression of twinkle toes.
“Just lock it, and let me worry about how much noise you’re going to make by the time I’ve finished with you.”
Danny swallowed hard, turned the lever to the right, heard the click that told him he was now officially locked in a room with a sexy, handsome, charming and decidedly rampant Frenchman.
No amount of shower fantasies had matched this fantasy.
Danny came back to the bed. He took his jacket off, flung it over the chair recently vacated by Elisabeth. He tried not to think on how he had just met Stef’s mother, and now here he was about to get…what?
Stef hesitated for a second.
“What’s wrong?” Danny asked anxiously, scared Stef was coming to his senses.
“They shaved me, Danny.”
“So?” Danny asked, feeling even more excited than he thought it possible to feel, and still remain vertical.
Stef gave Danny what passed for an embarrassed look, Stef style.
“Looks a bit, well…denuded.”
Danny laughed, and decided to finally take the bull by the horns, as it were. Quickly, he lifted up Stef’s gown.
“Jesus!” Stef gasped, and closed his eyes as Danny wrapped his hand around Stef’s smooth, damned perfect cock. Then, a stream of rapid French, that Danny guessed could be roughly translated into ‘don’t stop doing that’ or close enough.
Danny stared at that magnificent cock. He’d gone from café latte and cross words and panic attacks and heart monitors to holding his beautiful waiter’s cock. Now that’s what Danny would have called progress.
“Fuck, you’re so bloody amazing!” Danny croaked, his voice going all husky and wispy on him.
Stef closed his eyes, panted, then opened them again, trying to refocus. Here was Danny, beautiful, shy, blond haired Danny holding onto his cock like he’d just won first prize in a cock handling competition.
“Okay, Danny…your turn, big boy!” and Stef laughed, despite the horniness threatening to overwhelm him, seeing Danny’s expression. “I want to return the favor, now!”
Danny released Stef’s cock, which quivered against the firm muscle of Stef’s stomach. The dressing to his wound didn’t detract from the erection Stef was displaying, that was threatening at any minute to erupt with volcanic proportions.
Slowly, feeling self-conscious again, with Stef lying there, cock unashamedly on display now, Danny unzipped his jeans, opened the top button.
Seeing him hesitate, Stef gestured for Danny to come to him. “Here, I want to do this for you, babe,” he murmured tenderly.
Danny leaned over Stef, who began to pull down his jeans and boxers. Tight boxers, Stef noticed, that molded perfectly to Danny’s lovely lean hips and…oh, my God…
Stef stared, his mouth open, and Danny looked down, seeing how Danny junior was finally and at long last invited to the party. Danny’s cock jutted forward, soaked at the tip, a steady leak situation going on that required immediate and intensive drainage therapy. Well, thought Danny, somewhere far off in his mind, I’m in the right place for that…
The silence went on. Shit, he hates my cock! Then, slowly, Stef raised his eyes to look into Danny’s pale, worried ones.
“Danny, all I want to say is that that cock, that beautiful, perfect fucking cock, is mine and mine alone. Understand?”
Danny started to tremble, he was so turned on. No amount of fantasizing about Stef prepared him for this. It felt like his body had stormed the mission control tower of his brain, and was calling every single shot now.
Speaking of shooting…
“It’s no one else’s, Stephane, I promise...I just want you to,” he stopped, gasping, as Stef slowly
licked the swollen tip, flicking the moisture onto his tongue, “I...I j-ju-just want you to…oooohh!”
“Hmm,” Stef moaned, kissing the tip, before circling his tongue round it, making Danny have to press both hands on Stef’s shoulders for support, “what do you want, Danny? Tell me.”
“Stef, Stef…”
“Tell me, Danny, say it.”
Danny watched in fascination, the warmth of Stef’s breath on his swollen cock making his very blood dance and thrill with every deliberate, exploring caress.
“I want you to suck me!” Danny rasped, “for God’s sake, Stef, please suck me...hard!”
Without another word, and before Danny knew what the hell was happening to him, his eyes suddenly started seeing stars and blinding flashes of light, as Stef impaled his mouth on Danny. Stef moaned his appreciation at the taste of Danny in his mouth, the swell of him pushing at his throat; Stef paused briefly, hearing Danny begin to lose it, control freak that he was, and started to suck Danny into oblivion.
He knew Danny would be coming pretty soon – all that frustration had to erupt some time, and wasn’t hanging about, either, by the way Danny was instinctively thrusting – so Stef went for rough and intense, as he sucked Danny deeper into his mouth, listening to Danny’s sobs of pleasure, feeling Danny’s fingers ruffling manically through his hair.
So much for being worried about making a noise, Stef thought madly, as Danny gasped and panted and cried out, over and over, saying Stef’s name like the mantra of love and longing that it had become.
Danny’s pre cum slid down Stef’s throat, and Stef had never tasted anything as wildly like nectar as this. Sure, he’d sucked cocks before but this cock, this beautiful, this gorgeous, this wondrous cock, was the sweetest, the hardest and the most adorable he’d ever sucked simply because it was Danny’s cock. And even as he listened to Danny crying out, even as Stef tried to stay the urgent thrust of Danny’s hips, Stef knew, oh he knew all right, that this cock, this lovely cock, was the only cock he would ever want for the rest of his life.
