“Why don’t we think about that on the way over? Should we call the others and tell them, or surprise them later?”
Danny was honored that Mitch was including him in the decision-making process. It showed an effort on his part to treat him as an equal partner. Although he was eager to tell the others, he loved the idea of sharing a secret with Mitch. “Later,” he decided.
Mitch opened the door to the Cherokee for Danny. He leaned over to his boy to click his seatbelt on. When he stepped back, Danny snapped it out of the lock. Mitch gave him a curious look and leaned back over him to secure it back in place. He pulled on it to make sure it was in tight.
Danny grinned and popped it back out.
“Is someone testing his Daddy?”
“Someone is horny.”
Mitch quirked an eyebrow. “You’re being naughty.”
“You noticed.”
Danny jumped up from his seat and threw his arms around Mitch’s neck, dragging him down into the jeep.
Mitch dropped Danny’s seat back, climbed in, and closed the door. “Persistent little devil, aren’t you?”
“It’s been mentioned a time or two.”
Weakened by the seduction of his little man, Mitch straddled his legs around him to establish leverage. Danny wasted no time in slinking down. His mouth poised over his man’s penis.
“Aw, fuck,” Mitch moaned.
“Language,” Danny reprimanded.
Mitch lifted his leg over him to move to the driver’s seat. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge.”
Maybe, Danny thought mischievously, but I’m developing power of my own.
Mitch took his rightful spot in driver’s seat. He was ready to explain to Danny again why sexual intercourse in a parked car was not a good idea. He never got the opportunity to voice his objection. Hopping over the stick shift, Danny landed with his bottom on his Daddy’s lap. Reaching for the chair lever, he pulled it up, and shoved his body forward, knocking Mitch into a reclined position. Then, he slithered down with his uninjured hand latched onto Mitch’s belt buckle. Danny fumbled to open it with his other hand in the brace. Mitch placed a large hand over Danny’s and sat up. Danny sucked in his pout by biting his bottom lip. Mitch dismissed his better judgment, caving to sultry eyes peering up at him. He undid his buckle and the top button of his jeans. Danny zipped down his pants, gloating from his conquest. Mitch lifted up and slid his pants past his knees. Danny planted his face into the cotton of Mitch’s boxers. He slipped his fingers into the slit of his opening and tickled the man’s balls.
Mitch groaned. He pulled his penis out and gently slapped the side of his bad boy’s face with it. Danny was resting his head against Mitch’s large thigh. His adoring smile showcased a fetching dimple. Mitch ran the tip of his penis over the divot in his cheek and then angled it towards his mouth. Danny suctioned his lips around the top gland of Mitch’s penis and pressed his tongue against the meatus, as if it could fight it’s way in. Mitch grunted, encouraging Danny to lick around his shaft with his hand gripping the base of it.
“Enjoying the sucker?”
“Uh-huh…mmm.”
Mitch’s eyes rolled back and Danny slid further to the floor of the jeep. He shoved Mitch’s pants to his ankles and pushed his knees apart, making room for himself between his legs. The length of Mitch’s manhood was enormous. Danny could hold it with both hands. He reached up and rested his bandaged hand over Mitch’s navel. The other hand gripped the thick shaft to begin pumping while his mouth widened to accommodate the girth. Blood surged to Mitch’s organ, swelling it to almost twice its size. Need rushed forward as Mitch unclenched his fist to place his open hand on top of Danny’s head. Danny looked up, basking in his approval. Mitch gently began pushing and pulling Danny’s head up and down his throbbing rod. Danny sucked and gurgled, trying to accept Mitch’s large organ as best he could.
“Sweet, baby Jesus,” Mitch moaned. Falling back against his seat, he let Danny take over the task.
The smells of Mitch’s scent evoked Danny’s own arousal. He sucked and pumped; tasting his man’s dominant secretions awakened a submissive need to please.
“Oh yeah! Don’t stop.” Mitch’s urgency elicited a reaction from Danny to pump harder and suck deeper. He managed to get three quarters of Mitch’s length in his mouth. Proud of his accomplishment, and turned on by Mitch’s gyrating signs of appreciation, Danny’s own penis was begging to be let out.
Mitch sat up. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” He pulled his penis from his boy’s throat, and aimed his seed to the side of his young lover’s face.
Danny licked the Daddy juice dripping towards his mouth.
Mitch wiped a large finger across his cheek to catch the extra semen. He brought some to his mouth and the rest of it to Danny’s. Danny sucked vigorously on Mitch’s finger. Mitch grunted in pleasure, and with his free hand, he squeezed Danny between his aching balls. Mitch licked around Danny’s face, cleaning up the remaining residue of his lust. Danny squirmed and moaned and bit hard against the side of his Daddy’s index finger.
With a groan, Mitch lifted him up and flipped him on his back against the car seat. He unbuttoned his boy’s jeans and pulled them down. It didn’t take long for Mitch to return the favor. Danny was all ready to burst. Mitch gripped his sac and Danny squirted his gratification into his lover’s mouth.
“Oh, Dad-d-d-dy!”
Mitch pumped him a few more times, getting every last drop. With a mouthful of his boy’s elation, he moved up caressing his chest and playing with his nipples. When Danny opened his mouth, surrendering another gasp, Mitch kissed him, releasing his essence inside. They both swallowed and kissed again–neither willing to pull away.
*****
Damon raced around his small apartment scanning for last minute things he didn’t want to leave behind. He and Brendan decided that to save money he’d move into his loft on the lower east side. It wasn’t the way he envisioned the two of them moving in together. Still, he was thrilled by the prospect of beginning a new life with Brendan once the whole nasty business with the shooting was out of the way. Never mind. He convinced himself that it will all be for the best in the long run. This way he can prove to Brendan his loyalty–that he was his one and true soul mate.
A nervous flutter swept through his core as he boarded a crowded subway train. He pushed his way to an aisle pole. With one hand, he clung to the vibrating pull, with the other he held tight to the wad in his pocket. As he was jerked forward, his mind rehearsed his itinerary. First, I’m paying the bail bondsman the ten percent security deposit. Once Brendan is released, we’ll be walking six blocks to get his car from the impound. From there, we’ll drive back to Brendan’s apartment complex to pay his last month’s rent and add me to the lease.
Damon arrived twenty minutes early. He hated this extra time to think. All his doubts came reverberating back. What the fuck am I doing? Brendan is a would-be killer. He went after his old flame with a gun. Damon pressed his fingers tight against his temples. No, Brendan explained he wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. He’s just passionate. He’s misunderstood. The danger was exhilarating. It made Damon feel alive. What I wouldn’t give to have someone feel that strongly about me. Would Brendan kill for me? Damon’s heart pumped painfully against his chest. This is stupid. Brendan’s not a killer. He’s a lover. He’s my lover.
“You okay, man?”
“Huh?” Damon stopped his internal battle to look up.
“You’re walking in circles.”
“Sorry.” Damon barely acknowledged the man and was completely oblivious to the fact that he was trying to get around him.
He took out his phone to check the time. “I should go in.”
“You wouldn’t by chance be Damon, would you?”
Damon eyed the husky middle-aged man bursting through a worn sport’s jacket and pressed denim. “I would.”
Smoked stained fingers reached out to shake his hand. “I’m the man you came to pay.�
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“Here? I don’t even know your name.”
“People call me Franklin because I like to get paid in large bills.” He grabbed the smaller hand that was hesitant to extend itself. “We’ll take care of business inside, after formal introductions.” Franklin ended the greeting by swinging his arm in a gesture towards the courthouse. “After you.”
Damon watched his feet move as if they belonged to someone else. The out-of-body sensation continued as he signed paperwork and waited for Brendan to walk through the secure doors of his holding cell.
They reunited with a strained hug and a curt hello. Damon paid for his boyfriend’s temporary freedom without so much as a thank you. Once outside, Brendan lit a cigarette.
“You’re smoking?”
“You criticizing?”
“No, it’s just, you said it was a nasty habit you gave up a long time ago. That only low lifes with...”
“I’ve been in a pretty low place.” Brendan sucked in a deep breath of toxins, and exhaled a slow line of smoke to Damon’s face. “It calms my nerves. I think I’m entitled.”
Coughing, Damon tried to take back his words. “Yeah, you’re entitled. I didn’t say it was nasty. Just surprised, that’s all. You seem different.”
“Jail will change a man. If you can’t handle the change, tell me now.”
“I can handle it. Give me a chance to prove it.”
Brendan finished off his smoke, flicking it to the ground. “That’s what I plan to do.” He grabbed the back of Damon’s head, smashing his mouth against his lips. Damon opened his mouth receiving a foul air of tobacco. His stomach convulsed, as he tasted his own vomit rising in his throat. I can do this, he thought as he kissed him back.
The restrained fury, Damon mistook as animalistic passion, strengthened his devotion. Pumped with renewed energy he began to focus on the task ahead. “I can’t believe you’re finally out. Let’s get the car.”
*****
Leaning over the glass case, Danny tried to locate the same rings he had selected before the holidays. “Well, they can be any of these really,” he finally admitted with a shrug. “Which ones do you like, Mitch?”
“I’d like to see the ones you picked out,” Mitch said, coming up behind him. He put his arms around Danny, placing his palms down on the counter in front of them.
Danny felt secure encased in the warmth of Mitch’s body.
“Can I help you?” The man behind the counter looked up past Danny, giving his attention to Mitch.
“Yeah, you can help me,” Danny said with a scowl. “I want to look at some rings.”
“Oh,” exclaimed the jewelry clerk, his lip curled in irony. “Is there a special young lady you have in mind?” His condescending smirk was intended for Mitch to see.
Danny resented the patronizing man and his assumption that he was picking out a gift for a childhood sweetheart with the aid of his father.
“NO!”
“We were interested in purchasing gold bands,” Mitch explained calmly.
“Five,” Danny informed the man smugly.
“You’re back,” acknowledged a finely dressed woman who swept over to Danny from a backroom. She had thought she recognized the voice. As soon as she heard him say the number five, there was no mistaking that the delightful young man had come back. “I had almost lost hope that you’d be able to save up enough money.”
She was the daughter of the owner who had promised Danny a discount if he purchased all five rings from them. The jewelry clerk stepped aside begrudgingly as the scope of the commission he lost out on became clear.
The woman put her hand out to Danny, genuinely pleased by his presence. “It’s nice to see you again. What can we help you with?”
Danny shook her hand and said, “I was wondering if you still had those rings, or if there are others you can show me.”
The woman unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a tray filled with rings. “I had set these aside.” She meticulously buffed the five simple gold bands until they sparkled, and placed them on the counter.
Mitch picked one up to examine it. “I like your taste,” he said to Danny. “These are very classy.”
“Yes, I agree, he has exquisite taste,” the woman confirmed.
Danny beamed proudly.
Mitch lifted Danny’s hand, and slipped the smallest of the gold bands on his left ring finger. He held his hand up to admire the way the ring shone on his young lover. “It looks nice on you.”
Danny smiled shyly at the compliment. “Do you want to try one on?” It was exhilarating to see a piece of jewelry fitted to Mitch that would signify who he belonged to.
“The sizes may need to be adjusted,” the woman said, as Danny handed Mitch the largest of the rings.
“We’re going on vacation in a couple of days, and we would like to bring the rings as a surprise. I would be willing to pay extra if you could have them sized and engraved for us before we leave.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. We do our own re-sizing and engraving on site. Why don’t we size your fingers now? Do you think you can guesstimate for the others?”
“I think we can manage that. What do you think, Danny?”
“I think we can,” Danny agreed. He could identify each of his lovers’ hands with his eyes closed, and he was certain he had already picked out rings that were damn near close to a fit.
“They can always be refitted later, if need be,” the saleswoman added.
“Perfect,” Mitch said with a firm shake of the woman’s hand to seal the deal.
Danny was as light as a feather walking out of the shop. The weight of Mitch’s arm over his shoulders was the only thing that kept him grounded. A warm sensation rose from his toes as he confidently placed his arm around his Daddy’s waist.
The sun shone through the tops of the skyscrapers silhouetting Mitch’s tall frame. It reflected off the back of the man’s head, making a halo around his face. Normally, Danny couldn’t look up in the city without being dizzy. Today he was floating off his feet as he reached up to give his boyfriend a kiss. When Mitch lifted him up to meet his lips, Danny swung his legs around his waist, claiming his man. Grabbing the back of Mitch’s head with his fingers entwined in his hair, Danny extended his tongue to the roof of Mitch’s mouth.
With a hearty laugh, Mitch kissed him back. Danny slowly pulled away and dropped his arms over the wide shoulders of his protector. “People are staring at us,” he whispered into the man’s neck.
“Let them.”
“They’re probably wondering why this giant is carrying around his midget kid.”
“No, Danny, they’re staring because even on the streets of Manhattan, it’s not that often two men are seen kissing in the middle of the day.”
“No, they’re staring because they want to savor one of the loveliest sights they’ll ever see.” Antonio squeezed the slender shoulder under his arm, and whispered in Ricky’s ear. “Present company included.”
“Antonio!” Hearing his other man’s voice, Danny hopped out of Mitch’s arms to run over to him. He didn’t have far to go and almost barreled into him. Antonio and Ricky were coming up an adjacent block when they heard Mitch’s booming voice. “What are you doing here?”
“We heard there were two gorgeous men making a scene at the intersection of 14th Street and 5th Ave and we had to come see for ourselves.”
Danny giggled. He stood on his toes to give a generous kiss to Antonio, and then exchanged a smile and warm kiss with Ricky. “Seriously. Where are you guys going?”
“We were out shopping,” Ricky said, lifting up his bag of fresh bread and pastries from his favorite bakery. For some reason, being with Antonio always increased his appetite. “What are you two doing here?”
“Oh, um...” Danny hedged and looked up at Mitch.
“We were getting a few items while we were downtown,” Mitch answered cryptically.
Antonio glanced over at Mitch intrigued. He was about to ask a follow
up question when his thoughts were interrupted by Ricky’s phone ringing.
“It’s TJ. He’s in Central Park with Nicky and want’s to know if someone could give him a lift. It’s starting to thunder.”
“We’re not parked far from here,” Mitch said. “Tell him to meet us on 59th street across from MoMa. We’ll be there shortly.”
The four huddled arm over arm with the two youngest in the middle as they hurried to out run the storm. The unusual quartet drew the attention of onlookers mostly due to the vibrant energy they were sending out–cheering up an otherwise dreary day. Together they formed a barrier against the harsh winds. They laughed in triumph, beating the rain that began pouring the moment they climbed into the jeep.
*****
“Shit! It’s them.”
Brendan arched his head in the direction Damon was pointing. His eyes honed in on the curve of Ricky’s backside, the wave of his soft brown hair, the graceful exuberance in his step. He didn’t have to see his face to recognize his ex-lover. “I can’t believe it! I’m out for less than twenty minutes and already I run into them.”
“I never realized how big they were. Holy shit! The white one on the end must be close to seven feet tall and three-hundred pounds of pure muscle.”
Brendan glared at Damon. He was further irritated that his jaw continued to be dropped in awe. “Are you looking to join their sex cult? Or are you catching flies?”
“What? Oh. No.” Damon clamped his mouth shut.
Brendan was seething. The negative energy emanating from his pores was palpable.
“Sorry. I’m not interested. He seems like a hard ass. I wouldn’t be caught dead messing with him.”
“That fucking scumbag cracked my skull open.” Brendan lifted his left hand from the steering wheel and dug at his scar.
“It’s not right that they get to walk around carefree while you have to avoid them from, what is it? Thirty feet?”
“Damn restraining order keeps me living on the periphery of any life. Like I’m a fucking leper, all so Ricky can feel free to walk around with his depraved entourage.”
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