by Robyn Elliot
Now, Stef put his hands over Danny’s, stopping Danny in mid unbutton operation. Stef could feel a slight tremor connecting to his own palms, and Danny’s breathing had just gone up a notch to tentative hyperventilation. He guided Danny to sit on the towel chest.
“This isn’t a test, Danny; and it’s perfectly normal to feel nervous.” Stef held Danny’s face between his hands. Danny looked into Stef’s eyes, searching for the shadows of hidden disapproval and impatience. There was none. All Danny was registering was tenderness.
God, I love him so much, Danny thought, closing his eyes, slowly relaxing under Stef’s caressing fingers over his cheekbones. Danny opened his eyes again, decided to come clean…of sorts. Not that he’d done anything to come clean about. Only, he wanted everything out in the open with Stef; no secrets, no shit to whip into a storm later, no misconstrued meanings. Danny knew that because he loved Stef so very much that he had to learn to trust.
To trust Stef, the very man Danny was 99.99 per cent sure was whom he wanted to marry. To hell with that! It was all the way to a big, spherical 100.
“There was this guy,” Danny started, and Stef came and sat beside him on the chest. He put his arm around Danny’s shoulder, wincing as sharp pain jarred at him.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Danny?” and a sudden worm of fear gnawed its way slightly into Stef’s confidence. Danny had this effect on him. Making him feel incredible, happy, horny as Satan…and oddly vulnerable.
“It just went really wrong…nothing happened.” Danny’s voice rose a little, and he wondered why he was trying to reassure Stef, “I mean…well, you know, we didn’t have sex...or anything.”
Stef nodded. “Hmm, okay. We all have pasts, Danny.” Some more so than others.
Danny sighed, gathering his thoughts. “I went to a gay bar, saw this guy, really hot...” He glanced at Stef, “not like you, though,” he qualified quickly.
Stef shrugged, smiling. “Naturally!”
“We talked for a while, then I decided just to go for it…”
“It?”
Danny’s cheeks were starting to sting. “We went to his place, and he gave me a glass of wine. Drank it, and pretty quickly I started feeling weird. I panicked when I began seeing double…”
Instantly, Stef’s body tensed. Danny could feel it, but pressed on. Stef pulled him closer, leaning his head against Danny’s.
“I knew I was in the shit, because all I could see was about four of him, and the room going blurry. I don’t know how I managed it, Stef, but when he went to the loo, I got up and crawled – I know, it’s fucking madness – along the hallway, fumbled at the door and got out. I staggered down a flight of stairs, and collapsed onto this poor girl who was coming into the building. Next thing I knew, I woke up on her sofa with a damp compress on my brow!”
“Oh my God” Stef muttered, shaking his head, “the fucking bastard!” His face took on a severe, harder look, and Danny’s eyes moved over Stef’s features, thinking again how he wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of Stef’s temper.
“I didn’t tell her anything, I just said I’d had too much to drink, thanked her and got into a taxi with a headache that nearly split my head open…”
“He fucking drugged you, Danny!”
“Well, yes, I know that.”
Stef thought for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes. “You know where he lives?” he asked Danny, too calmly.
“Can’t remember,” Danny lied.
“Why? Because you know I’d go round there and drown him in his fucking lavatory?”
“That’s about the size of it, yes, Stef - well, that, and me feeling ashamed for not going to the police. It would have all come out, you see, no pun intended. I was still in the closet, and it was my first, well, attempt at meeting people. Rather unfortunate in my choice, of course” Danny concluded in understatement.
They were silent for a while, Stef still leaning his head against Danny’s.
“I’m not going to drug you to get into your pants, babe,” Stef broke their silence.
“Obviously I know that! It’s just…well, trust me, you know? I get the courage to do something about my horniness and end up in Ted Bundy's apartment!”
“He didn’t harm guys, did he?”
“No, what I mean, Stef…”
“Yes, Danny boy, I know what you mean, I was just trying to bring a bit of levity into the situation where my boyfriend tells me that some weirdo drugged him so he could do God knows what to him! And what I think you are trying to tell me, in your usual long winded and torturous way, is that since then you’ve been too nervous to be with anyone and now you’re sitting in this very warm, very cozy bathroom with a guy who thinks you are so sexy that if he doesn’t kiss you right this minute...well, ever seen a Frenchman explode?”
Danny didn’t have a chance to reply. In fact, pretty damned impossible, when the happily unexploded Frenchman was kissing him with such full on possession that Danny just relaxed into Stef’s arms under the sensual assault of tongues exploring each other. Stef stroked Danny’s face as he kissed him, loving the sweet, soft sounds of pleasure Danny kept making, the kiss deepening into something hotter. Deepening into something ravenous. Something beautiful.
Stef sucked gently on Danny’s tongue. He could feel Danny grinding, undulating against his hip, his whimpers making Stef want to go all caveman, beat his chest, snarl a bit, before hauling Danny over his shoulder to carry him into the bedroom.
They broke apart in order to sustain life. That was the thing about kissing like this; intense and visceral, all that tasting and exploring, nibbling on lips and swirling tongues, caused the inconvenience of lack of oxygen. Fortuitously, Danny and Stef both had healthy cardiovascular systems (despite Danny’s attempts to induce heart attacks) so it was all kissing systems go once a few breaths had been taken.
They made out tenderly and greedily. This was good. This felt great. At the back of Danny’s fertile mind, he was still beset with anxiety, but at this moment, with Stef’s erection pushing against his own, it was just about as near perfect as it could be, sitting in a bathroom, with the guy you had quickly and irrevocably fallen so in love with.
Meanwhile, Stef’s mind was trying to focus on being the perfect boyfriend, the patient and loving boyfriend. Sure, he knew he was being those things with bells on, but he couldn’t wait to take Danny to bed; it was the sweetness about Danny, the clipped accent, the very olde worlde Englishness of Danny, that raised Stef’s temperature to volcanic degrees celsius. It was Danny’s unconventional beauty, the slenderness of him, even his anxieties and his obsessiveness, they all clamored for Stef’s ardent attention. Stef presumed all of this added up to real love. Not the ‘I love you, baby’ kind of endearments mid climax, or the ‘of course I love you’ half promises made over the phone, while someone else is sucking your dick. Oh no, this was, Stef knew, the real, authentic, now or never, heart crushing, bone tingling, nerve expanding, sigh inspiring love of his lifetime.
Danny sighed as Stef released his now swollen lips for a temporary respite, so that Stef could move his hungry and expert mouth over Danny’s neck. “Oh God,” Danny moaned, and it was out before he could stop it. Felt so good, so incredibly good. Stef was taking his time leaving a mark on Danny’s neck, just to the side of the hollow, where the skin is taut and sensitive. Danny stroked Stef’s hair as Stef assumed the role of vampire, loving he could do that, loving that he could touch his Frenchman whenever he wanted. The very thought connected to his cock, which was threatening to erupt with the exciting prospect that something other than Danny’s hand would be playing with it any time soon.
Yes, there was a lot to be said for bathroom foreplay.
Stef gently kissed Danny’s bruised neck. “Remember what I said? We can go as slowly, or as quickly (Stef, ever the optimist there) as you want, Danny.” Stef knew he meant it. Every word. The sentiment wholly authentic.
Danny nodded, brushing his lips over Stef’s. �
��Do you think I’m naive?” Danny asked him, and Stef paused, assimilating the loaded question.
Yes, baby, I think you’re naive.
“No, Danny, I don’t think that,” but Stef, wanting to do this love thing right, decided to add a qualification to that statement, “the thing is…”
Danny pulled back slightly from him. Just a little tremor of the muscles, tensing Danny’s demeanor.
“Somehow in your mind you’ve associated that horrible experience – and I’m not diminishing that, for a second, Danny – with any kind of sexual experience…”
Danny looked down at the pistachio tiles. He felt Stef’s fingers massaging the nape of his neck.
“Don’t be huffy, babe.”
“I’m not,” Danny said, wondering if he was being overly defensive. For a change.
“This isn’t coming out right; what I’m trying to say is that we can make love when you’re ready. In the meantime,” Stef’s voice trailed off suggestively, as he nudged Danny’s shoulder, “you might want to help me shower seeing as I’m significantly injured.”
At that, Danny looked at him again, smiling. “How could I forget?”
“You should remember how great you were…you kept it together, when plenty of people would have lost it.”
Danny pondered on that a moment or two. All the while, Stef was watching him, fingers squeezing sensuously the back of Danny’s neck. It was a curiously conflicted caress of tenderness and possession.
“I fell apart later, Stef.”
“Yes, like anyone would, Danny. God, you’re hard on yourself.” Danny suddenly looked diminished and Stef stood up, pulling Danny with him. “I love you, Mr. Hastings.”
Several searing kisses later…
“I love you too, Dr Clermont.”
Stef smiled as he kissed Danny’s brow.
Okay, Danny thought, just stop this and grow a pair. I’m 27, I’m in love, I’ve got the most gorgeous man in the known cosmos right here in my bathroom…
“Let’s get in the shower,” he announced decisively, and Stef’s eyes clouded, the smile quickly dissipating to be replaced by the slightly darker expression of lust. Not wasting another second, Danny disentangled himself from Stef's arms. He opened the shower door and turned on the shower, full blast, the heat quickly starting to fill the bathroom with hot and heavy steam.
Aren’t power showers just the best sex toy ever invented!
Now on a sexual roll, before his nerves made him judder to another halt, Danny finished unbuttoning his shirt, and near tore it off. He just wanted to get it over with, the naked bit, so that Stef could see exactly what he was dealing with; a tall, skinny guy who wouldn’t have looked out of place in Transylvania – after dusk, of course.
Stef compressed his lips, trying not to make the potentially fatal error of smiling, knowing that Danny’s thoughts would immediately leap across the chasm of arousal to abject rejection and withdrawal. Smiling, that is, at Danny’s renewed eagerness, smiling at the flush of Danny’s face, and just smiling from sheer happiness. All of it new to Stef, as new as lovemaking and passion were new to Danny post coming out.
Stef tentatively pulled his sweater over his head, not with the devil may care latitude Danny had demonstrated, of course.
Danny frowned, coming to him, to help the sweater over Stef’s shoulders. Once carefully placed in a heap somewhere on the floor, Danny quickly lifted Stef’s tee shirt upwards, and gingerly he lifted it over Stef’s head, ruffling the Frenchman’s hair in a particularly alluring way.
They looked at each other, pausing before the great – the greater – unveiling of jeans and underwear.
Stef moved his eyes over Danny’s torso, swallowing down the growl swelling in his throat.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he worshipped, and without waiting for Danny’s response, he leaned forward and with the flat of his tongue licked across Danny’s collar bone, then trailed down to his navel. Danny jolted, digging his fingers into Stef’s shoulders; Stef’s naked shoulders. Although they’d already had each other’s cocks in their mouths, now the sight of each other’s bare chest, arms, stomach, was just as erotically charged.
Stef’s warm breath fluttered over Danny’s nipples, which had become erect within seconds of Stef’s tongue grazing his skin. By now, the shower was spraying merrily in the background, the sound of water and the sifting of steam through the air, making the room incredibly relaxing and intimate. Their skin glistened in the caress of the steam, steam that rose in whorls around them, like languid tongues wanting to share in the intimacy. There was sex, too, rising with the steam, the musky aroma of sweat and arousal making every kiss deep, penetrating, saliva becoming a deeply visceral lubricant between them.
Danny let his head loll back as Stef’s tongue lapped with deliberate care over his nipples, Stef alternating between each sensitive, dampened nub. He listened to Danny’s sighs and gasps, loving the way Danny’s fingers were moving over his shoulders, his back, the sweat and steam as effective as any oil for massage and erotic manipulation. Tentatively, Stef trailed his fingers down Danny’s stomach, stroking lazy patterns over Danny’s quivering muscles, skin moist and slick from sex and steam. When Stef began squeezing Danny’s by now straining cock, Danny flopped forward, leaning his weight against Stef.
“Ah, fuck!” he gasped, and Stef, his own cock throbbing and threatening to split open his zipper, couldn’t resist a flicker of a smile, hearing Danny’s lust propelled expletive in that lovely clipped accent. Danny had left nervousness behind about three kisses ago, the kisses that were almost savage in their hunger for each other, with Stef’s invading tongue leaving Danny so aroused he wasn’t far off begging Stef to lie him on the floor and ride him until neither of them could stand upright.
Stef pressed on, relentlessly caressing Danny’s cock, Danny undulating his hips against Stef’s heavenly grasp, their mouths devouring each other, moaning, gasping from a pleasure that was as consuming as the love they had found together.
Stef went for broke. Fuck it, he was thinking, just fuck it.
“Danny, will you let me...” he didn’t finish his words, because he was already sliding onto his knees, and unzipping Danny’s jeans, pulling them peremptorily down to Danny’s ankles. Danny eagerly kicked his jeans away. Stef reached down further, taking Danny’s socks off. Nothing worse, he thought, than giving a blow job with socks on. Stef, now frantic with desire, winced with annoying pain as he stood up again, and Danny pressed his palms against Stef’s bare, beautiful chest.
“Let me, Stef. Frenchman, I do so love you.”
Stef pressed his brow against Danny’s, their sweat mingling, the steam swirling, the shower spraying in the background, breathing and kissing and heart juddering, tongue tangling lovemaking creating enough heat in the bathroom to rival the earth’s core at sexual degrees fahrenheit.
They kissed as Danny unbuckled Stef’s belt, trailed the zipper down; then, the shy guy, the guy with enough angst and hang ups to sink an armada of psychosis, pulled Stef’s tight briefs and jeans down in one cockfelt swoop. Vaguely, he hoped he hadn’t hurt Stef, then the thought disappeared as Stef, muttering presumably filthy and sexy French words as he licked Danny’s neck, and heading southwards again, seemed perfectly healed.
There was a slight pause, as Stef gazed at the holy grail that was Danny’s splendid erection. Then, looking up at Danny, who was watching him intently, Stef slowly pulled Danny’s boxers over his hips until they fell to Danny’s ankles in a gesture of utter sexual, undergarment surrender.
The storming of the Bastille had nothing on this, as Danny’s citadel was breached. Stef wanted to be tender, to start slow, with little licks and swirls of his tongue. Only, Danny was so hard, his cock almost lay flat to his stomach; and required immediate suction of the most forceful and ravenously hungry variety. So Stef didn’t mess about, and eased his mouth over the tip, sucking as if there’d been a sperm drought for the last century.
“Oh fuck!” Da
nny offered again, grunting with the suddenness of his ecstasy, taking him unawares, even in his highly volatile, aroused state. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” as Stef cupped his balls, thumbs gently caressing them, whilst his mouth was driving Danny to the def-con five of pleasure.
Danny didn't recognize himself. A sex machine without a shred of inhibition had apparently possessed him, and the only thing he was wanting exorcising was the content of his testicles. He was moaning with abandon by now, as Stef worked on his cock assiduously. Danny’s eyes widened as he saw Stef stroking his own cock, saliva running down Stef’s chin as he enveloped Danny’s entire length in sinful suction. He knew he was in the presence of a connoisseur of the blow-job
Orgasm approached at a heated, unstoppable pace. Danny could feel it, the tautness in his stomach, tingling in his thighs, balls preparing for lift off. Stef was moaning on Danny’s cock, his own hand stroking rapidly in a smooth up-down motion, bringing both of them to the ecstatic brink.
They were lost in passion, the shower cascading, the steam creating a stifling silence, penetrated by the sounds of a dirty blow job and the panting precursor to ear splitting climax.
Nearly there…yeah, nearly-fucking-there…
“Danny? Darling, are you all right? I’ve let myself in, I’ve been knocking for an age...Danny? You've been in there an age. Should I be worried?”
Yes, Danny was there all right. Or had been.
Stef paused in mid deep throating, and withdrew his mouth, drooling with demented frustration.
Danny shuddered, an unwelcome shiver of normality running the length of his spine, as his eyes moved to the ajar door, imagining that in the next, mortifying moment, his mother was going to walk in and see her son, flying rampant, with a Frenchman at his feet.
It couldn’t get much worse.
It did.
Caroline rapped carefully on the door, then a pause denoting careful listening.
“Darling, is everything all right? I haven’t seen you for days, and really, darling, a text or two doesn’t reassure me at all...listen, I’ve brought you some groceries. There’s nothing in your fridge!”
