Chris set the bag down on the coffee table and then came to stand right in front of him. "I just wanted to say goodbye properly," Chris said. "Hell, I really want to say goodbye improperly, but…"
Martin grinned as he looked up into Chris's smiling eyes. "Me, too. You be careful getting back to your hotel, okay?"
"I'll try my best."
"And good luck tomorrow with her arraignment." Martin wanted nothing more than to see Ella Gaines sent to jail for all that she'd done, and he hadn't even known Chris's family. He couldn't even begin to imagine the feelings of vengeance that Chris must be feeling right then.
"Thank you. I'll call your office to let you all know how it went," Chris said. Then he shook his head. "Fuck this." He reached down and grabbed Martin by the biceps, in the same exact places where Danny had grabbed him, Martin noted, and then pulled Martin to his feet in one swift move.
Chris's lips were then on his, lightly at first, an almost feather-soft kiss. But the softness quickly faded as the urgency behind the kiss let Martin know that this was definitely a farewell kiss as in 'we'll never kiss again like this, so this had better say it all'. Chris's tongue pushed at Martin's lips, and as he wrapped his arms around Chris's waist, he parted his lips, giving Chris the access he wanted. At one point, Martin thought he heard footsteps, but when he didn't hear Danny saying anything, he figured that he'd either imagined it or had heard his upstairs neighbor moving around.
When Chris finally broke free from the kiss, they were both breathless and very, very hard. Chris placed his hand over Martin's erection, palming it firmly. "I'm going to miss you, Martin."
Martin lowered one hand and gave Chris's denim clad ass a tight squeeze. "And I'm going to miss you, too."
Chris nodded and then grinned again. "I don't think you'll get a chance to get lonesome, though. At least, you'd better not. Because if I call from Denver and find out that you and Danny haven't worked things out, then I'm going to have to come back out here to put things right. And while I might not mind making the trip, I don't think my boss would be too understanding of me rushing back to the Big Apple so soon after the conference."
Martin chuckled. "Well, I'll try my best on that. Danny seems to be the stubborn one here for a change."
Chris shrugged. "Maybe he got some sense knocked into him while we were out?" He turned and picked up his bag and then headed for the door. "Take care," he called out toward the kitchen, and Danny immediately appeared in the doorway, a smile on his face.
"Have a safe trip home, Chris," Danny said.
Chris nodded and then left, pulling the door firmly closed behind him. Danny leaned against the door frame and looked over at Martin. "Want to come help me carry the food out there or do you want to dish it out on plates?"
Martin headed for Danny. "I'd rather eat it out of the carton." Or off of you, he thought. But since they hadn't had their 'talk' yet, he was reluctant to say that out loud.
Danny grinned. "Sounds good to me. Wait here." Danny took a few steps toward the counter and then came back with two cartons. He handed them to Martin. "I think I bought enough for us. I figured that you'd be hungry, but I wasn't sure just how hungry you'd be after your drinking binge."
"The starving kind of hungry," Martin replied as he carried the cartons over to the coffee table and set them down. "What did you get?"
Danny headed toward him, chopsticks stuck in the pocket of his shirt and a container of food in each hand. "Two orders of Pad Thai, one with chicken and one with beef, spring rolls, and two orders of crab Rangoon."
Martin grinned. "You definitely know how to make my stomach happy."
"Hey, I try my best," Danny replied, smirking as he set the containers down and then handed Martin a pair of chopsticks.
"And just what is this bribe for?"
Danny brought his hand up to his heart, "You wound me, Fitzie! To think that I'd only bring you your favorite dishes just because I want to bribe you in some way."
Martin tilted his head to one side and regarded Danny amusedly. "I'm sorry if the truth wounds you, Danny. So, c'mon, what is it that you want from me?"
Danny held up an index finger. "Hold that question. I forgot my drink and the sauce for the crab Rangoon."
While Danny returned from the kitchen, he saw that Martin had opened the cartons and containers, and he'd just scooped up a generous helping of beef Pad Thai.
"Eating before your guest? Looks like those fancy manners of yours took a hike." Danny sat down and reached for a spring roll.
"I usually forego the fancy manners where bribery is concerned." Martin quickly shoved the food into his mouth, but his attention was on Danny.
God, but he could get lost in those blue eyes, Danny thought. And then he remembered that he now had a chance to do that very thing, provided he didn't blow it before he ever got Martin to the bedroom. "Well, part of it, say the crab Rangoon part, is to get you to forgive me for taking your keys. However, in light of the fact that you turned the tables on me for that, I think that I can find some other bribe for the crab Rangoon to be about. And by the way, I now owe you for siccing the locals on us like that."
Martin swallowed quickly, then grinned as he reached for a piece of crab Rangoon. "Your logic makes no sense, Taylor. If me turning the tables on you was justifiable revenge for you taking and using my keys, then how it is that you owe me back for it?"
Danny chewed slowly, needing to think on his answer since Martin did sort of have a point about that. He watched as Martin bit off one corner of the triangular shaped dumpling, and then began to slowly lick the filling out, leaving the shell behind, something Martin seemed to have always done with the appetizer. Danny had never seen anyone do that to crab Rangoon, and if it wasn't for the fact that Martin made it look so damn sexy, he'd probably have picked on him about it long ago. But damn, it was mighty fine to watch that tongue lap into the dumpling, and it always gave Danny a cheap thrill to think about what that tongue could do to him. He slowly smiled as he remembered that now he was finally going to get the chance to find out just what Martin's tongue could do.
Remembering Larabee's advice, Danny reached for one of the appetizers, and he bit an end off. He glanced up and saw that Martin was watching him now, a puzzled look on his face. Puzzled was good, Danny thought. It would make it all that better when Martin figured it out. Danny had to look away from Martin long enough to use his first two fingers to scoop out the filling, but once that was done, he looked back at Martin.
"You really shouldn't have to strain your tongue," he said as he held his fingers out toward the other man. "This should be much easier."
Martin's eyes seemed to morph into a deeper shade of blue as Danny's words sank in, but he didn't move. Danny began to fear that maybe he'd moved too fast, but then Martin leaned toward him, his right hand reaching out and clasping hold of Danny's wrist, holding him in place. "I think you might be right," Martin said, his voice sounding more than a bit raspy to Danny's ears.
As Martin's head moved closer to Danny's hand, he found himself unable to look away from Martin's eyes. At that moment, it felt as if he was the only other person in the world, and then all sensible thought was chased from Danny's head as Martin's lips slowly closed over his fingers at the knuckles, past where the crab and cream cheese filling was. Danny swallowed hard as he felt Martin's warm and wet tongue slide over his skin and then Martin was sucking at the filling. And all the time his eyes were on Danny's, holding him in place just as surely as if he was using all his strength to hold Danny down. That tongue began to lathe Danny's fingers, dipping between them as it made certain that not a smidgeon of filling remained. There was a whimper, and Danny belatedly realized that it came from his throat. It was as good as he'd imagined it would be, and as his pants began to become too tight for comfort, Danny found himself actually grateful to Chris Larabee for the advice and the lecture. To have missed this…
"God…Martin."
Martin slowly slid his mouth to the tips of Danny's fingers, gently releasing him. He then smiled, and it was a slow smile that seemed to make Danny's insides turn into liquid even as his cock became harder.
"You were right. That *was* much easier." Martin's eyes were still darker, but Danny caught a twinkle of amusement in their depths. "Now it's your turn to eat something a bit…easier."
Remembering the rest of Larabee's advice about eating with Martin, Danny reached out and began to move the food containers to the floor, once more making Martin look puzzled. "I think I need something to eat off of," Danny explained, and then he grinned as he saw the realization hit Martin.
"Do you now. And just what would that something be?" Martin asked, and there was a touch of a smirk playing around his lips.
Danny's eyes raked down Martin's body, and his smile broadened as he noticed the bulge under the cotton of the sweatpants. He looked back up and locked gazes with Martin once more. "You."
Danny got to his feet and motioned for Martin to do the same, and his heart felt as if it skipped a beat when Martin didn't hesitate to not only stand, but cross the few feet that separated them. "I think you need to be naked for this," Danny said, and God but he hoped that his voice didn't sound as shaky to Martin's ears as it sounded to his own.
A grin tugged at Martin's mouth. "I think you're right about that, too." In one swift motion, Martin grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it up and over his head.
Danny didn't watch to see where the shirt fell, not when he had Martin's bare torso in front of him once more. And this time, Larabee wasn't just inches away, watching his every move as he reached out and ran his hands lightly over Martin's skin. Danny had seen Martin more than once dressed in nothing but his boxers or a towel, but this was so much better. He'd spent so many anxious moments putting his self-control to the test because he was so tempted to reach out and touch Martin all those times. Now though, Danny was allowed to touch, and touch he did. He ran his hands over all of Martin's skin, lightly skimming the surface and yet even that small bit of contact made Martin moan with what Danny could tell was pleasure. He stepped behind Martin, letting his hands continue roaming, and he brought them up to Martin's chest, lingering over the muscles there before coming to rest atop Martin's erect nipples. Danny began to lightly kiss and bite at Martin's shoulder as he rubbed his palms over those hard nubs.
"Danny…" Martin sighed on another moan and making Danny grin. Martin was quickly being reduced to a man capable of only uttering small words, and most likely incapable of putting together an entire sentence, and it was all because of him.
It had been Danny's intention to have Martin strip for him, but now that he had his arms around Martin, he was changing his mind. He wanted Martin naked, and he wanted to be the one to remove the last of the material that kept him from doing that. Trailing kisses up to Martin's ear, Danny sucked lightly on Martin's earlobe, earning yet another moan and Martin pushing his body back against Danny's.
"Tell me that you've gone commando under those sweats," Danny said, his voice low and husky even to his own ears.
He felt Martin's head moving in an affirmative gesture, but wanted to hear Martin admit it out loud. Using his left hand to tweak at a nipple, Danny moved his right hand south to cup Martin's erection, feeling the heat from Martin's body through the cotton material. "Tell me."
"Yes…It's just the pants." Martin squirmed backward, and Danny's cock twitched as Martin's ass made delicious contact with his groin. "Danny…please…"
Danny grinned against Martin's shoulder, and he gave Martin's cock a light squeeze. "Please what? What is it that you want, Martin?"
Martin pushed his hips back harder, and he turned his head and looked back at Danny. "You. I. Want. You."
"Then you've got me. All you had to do was ask." Danny licked along Martin's shoulder as he began to push down on the waistband of the sweatpants. "Although, I don't think that was really asking now, was it?"
"You didn't tell me to ask for what I wanted," Martin said, his hands moving to rest on Danny's, as if he could hurry him along.
Danny chuckled, both from Martin's logic as well as from realizing that he'd fallen down on his self-appointed task of driving Martin to distraction, since Martin was now forming sentences.
Well, I can't have that, Danny thought, and he slowly moved down behind Martin, following the progress of his hands. As his tongue met the curve of Martin's ass, Danny had to pause long enough to lick his way across both ass cheeks, tormenting himself just as much as he was obviously tormenting Martin. He so wanted to see Martin's cock again, wanted to touch it, squeeze it, lick it, taste Martin…yeah, he'd seen plenty of Martin earlier that morning, but Martin had been drunk, and not aware of what was going on. But now Martin knew just what was happening, and Danny had no concerns about taking advantage of the other man. The only frustrating thing was that he couldn't see it from his position behind Martin. However, he was getting a nice appreciation of the wonderful ass that looked even better bare than it did under a pair of jeans or slacks.
Tempted to linger at that spot, Danny had to force himself to keep his body moving lower. But he couldn't resist taking a small nip at the rounded curve of Martin's ass before moving on to kissing and licking the back of Martin's thighs. Breathing deeply, Danny could smell soap and Martin's own scent, and he thought that nothing ever smelled as good. He kept pushing downward on the sweatpants, and now had them bunched up at Martin's ankles.
Danny placed a hand at Martin's hip to steady the man, and tapped Martin's foot. "Raise your foot for me," he instructed, and Martin quickly obeyed the command. Feeling Martin shaking slightly beneath his hand, Danny moved quickly to pull the pant leg off of Martin's foot so he could once more stand on two feet. But the shaking didn't stop, and that worried Danny.
"You doin' okay?" Danny asked.
"I'm good," Martin replied, and his voice didn't sound shaky, which Danny took as a good sign. Martin's shaking wasn't due to fear or being cold, or else Danny would have picked that up in the sound of Martin's voice.
"Good. Lift your other foot for me." Once again, Martin quickly obeyed, and Danny wasted no time in tossing the sweatpants aside.
Getting to his feet, Danny walked around until he was directly in front of Martin, and he slowly grinned as he saw the visual evidence that Martin was aroused for him, hard because of him. He reached out and gently grasped Martin's erection, pulling Martin closer to him.
"I've been dreaming about this," Danny admitted.
Martin smiled, "Me, too. After last night…I began to think that it would never happen."
"Me, too." Danny reached up with his left hand and caressed Martin's cheek, his heart constricting as Martin leaned into the touch. "I'm sorry that I was so stupid last night. I never meant to hurt you, and I really thought that I was doing the right thing by you. Chris helped me see that I was wrong, and I'm damn glad that you're letting me have a second chance."
Martin turned his head a bit further into Danny's hand and kissed his palm. The warmth of Martin's lips and the gentle tingle of warm breath against his palm sent a shiver of anticipation through Danny.
"The table," Danny said, and felt quite proud of himself for being capable of speech at that moment. "I want you on the table."
As Martin turned toward the coffee table, Danny felt a rush of worry. What if the table couldn't take Martin's weight? "Wait."
Martin turned his head to look back at him, and Danny almost shrank back at the uncertainty he saw in Martin's eyes.
"Don't stop this," Martin said, his voice a strained whisper. "God, Danny, please don't stop us this time."
Danny shook his head. "I'm not. I just wanted to ask if you were sure about the coffee table. I don't want it collapsing under you right when things get really interesting."
Martin smiled, and Danny felt a surge of relief as that smile chased away the doubt that had been in those gorgeous blue eyes just moments before. "I've never stretched out on it like we're planning, but I've had more than one person sitting on it, and it's held up so far."
Martin sat down on the coffee table and looked up at Danny, an amused look in his eyes. "And if it does collapse, then you'll just have to kiss all my boo-boos better, won't you?"
Danny laughed. "Boo-boos? I never thought I'd see the day when I heard those words come outta your mouth, Fitzie! Boo-boos!"
"Find that amusing, do you?" Martin asked, his eyes now a darker blue, and Danny had the sinking feeling that the darkness in those irises wasn't due to passion, but borne of something else. Martin sounded like he wanted to cross words with him, which was a game that Danny often enjoyed. And right then, taking the time for a little verbal banter might be just the thing needed to pull him back from the edge, keep him from feeling things too quickly, too intensely.
"Just a bit, yeah," Danny admitted, a smile tugging at his mouth.
Martin leaned back on the table until he was propped up on his elbows, but he'd kept his eyes on Danny's face the whole time. Danny found the laughter drying up within him as he watched the pink tip of Martin's tongue slip out to slowly moisten those full lips. And then Martin spread his legs and put all his weight on just one elbow as he reached for himself, taking his own cock in his right hand. "I'm glad that I can provide you with some entertainment."
"Oh, yeah," Danny agreed as he watched Martin slowly stroke himself. His own cock, which had been hard for what felt like ages now, seemed to swell even more. This was a new game, but Danny wasn't going to complain one bit about it. "I can watch you do that all day."
Taking a few steps forward, Danny reached down and picked up the container of sweet and sour sauce that had come with the crab Rangoon. Going to his knees at the side of the coffee table, Danny slowly grinned as he took Martin's hand in his own and pulled it away from that beautiful cock. "But, as much as I could spend all day watching you doing that, there are some other things I think I'd much rather do right now. Like this…"
Danny tilted the container, letting the sticky red sauce fall along the length of Martin's cock. Setting the container aside, Danny grasped the cock at its base and began to slowly lick the sauce away. This earned him a whimper from Martin, and also made his own cock very, very happy over having Martin's cock almost in his mouth. He wanted to hear Martin begging him, wanted that body arching up into his touch, wanted to feel Martin's mouth on his own cock and see those blue eyes looking up at him as if he was the only other person in the world. Damn if Ron Bradley and Chris Larabee were going to be the only people who could ever see that. One big difference though, Danny thought with a rush of pride. *He* was the only one of them that Martin truly loved. Yeah, he might care about Larabee, Danny wasn't blind to that. But he wasn't in love with the guy, and he was in love with him. Just as Danny was in love with Martin. And he intended to make as much of that love as possible.
Part Twenty-five