But it wasn't a dream, and Danny really was doing those things, his slacks and dress shirt looking perfect and unwrinkled as he knelt there between Martin's legs. This confused him, because he knew that Danny had fallen asleep on his couch earlier, and then had been out running around with Chris, and the man's clothes should at least have one wrinkle from all of that. But then again, this *was* Danny, the man who could look calm, cool and collected even after chasing a suspect five blocks in the middle of summer. So it really wasn't a surprise that Danny could look that pulled together while slowly driving Martin wild. Nope, not a surprise at all.
Martin bit back a whimper as Danny's teeth lightly grazed along his skin. He could see that Danny was enjoying himself, and he felt relieved at that. But, he wasn't yet confident that Danny would stay and keep going if he let Danny know just how much he liked even that little bit of pain. The sting of Saturday's rejection and Danny's words "I can't trust you" were too raw, too close to the surface for him to take anything for granted, letting him know that he wasn't as over the words as he'd thought. He'd bite his tongue off before letting Danny know just how good anything really felt. Anything to prevent Danny from walking through that door and leaving him alone.
"You like that?"
Danny's voice yanked his attention away from his thoughts and back to what Danny was doing to him. He glanced down, a slow grin starting as he saw the anxious look in Danny's eyes. It really mattered to Danny that he liked what was happening, and Martin felt deeply honored by that.
"Yeah, I like that," Martin said, and his cock twitched as Danny's hand squeezed around it.
"Good," Danny's smile sent a shiver down Martin's spine, and he wondered how it was that he'd lived so many years without Danny in his life. Yeah, Chris being kidnapped was a bad thing, but it had brought Danny to him, and Martin could never think of that as a bad thing. So maybe it was true that bad things often had a silver lining if you looked long and hard enough. A slight pang hit Martin's stomach then, and he remembered that except for that little bit of food a few minutes ago, he hadn't eaten all day.
"There is one thing though…"
Danny cocked his head to one side, his expression genuinely confused. "That being?"
"I thought you were going to feed me." Danny was a sucker for a pout, didn't matter if it was on a male or a female, and right then Martin was hungry and desperate enough to use that trick on the other man. Hungry for real food, and desperate enough to need them to take a breather before Danny did something that would send his resolution to not reveal too much right out the window.
Danny slowly smiled, and there was a decidedly wicked twinkle in the man's eyes, "So I did. Well, we can't have you passing out from hunger now, can we?"
Martin sat up as Danny reached for one of the food containers, wondering just what Danny had in mind. Danny reached into the container, scooping out a fair amount of Pad Thai with his fingers. Grinning now, he held his hand out toward Martin. "How about some chicken Pad Thai?"
Martin grinned back. "Thank you." He reached out and grasped Danny's wrist, holding it firmly in place as he leaned in to gently nibble away at the noodles that were threatening to drip from Danny's fingers. Working his tongue around to get at the noodles that were trying to hide in the spaces between the fingers, Martin heard Danny moan, and he felt more than a bit of satisfaction that he was now the one distracting Danny so nicely.
Once the noodles were eaten, Martin began to suck each finger clean, taking his time with each one and doing his best to ignore the way his own cock twitched with interest every time Danny moaned. And damn but the man was doing an awful lot of moaning just from a little bit of playing!
Martin released Danny's wrist and looked up into eyes that were now more black than brown. "More please," Martin requested with a smile. "I just can't seem to get enough of that."
Danny stared down at him, but didn't move at first. As Martin began to worry about that, Danny slowly grinned and reached into the container once again. "I ordered it just for you."
Danny held his hand out toward Martin, and Martin once more grasped his wrist, holding him steady. "That was very thoughtful of you," he replied. Leaning forward, Martin kept his gaze on Danny's eyes as he began to suck and nibble at the Pad Thai, and damn if it didn't look as if Danny's eyes got a little bit bigger as he watched Martin 'eat'.
Martin slowly sucked a noodle into his mouth, then cocked his head to one side as he regarded his partner. After swallowing what was in his mouth, he slowly licked his lips, then did his best to look puzzled. "I still think you got it just to bribe me, but, I just can't think of any reason why you'd need to bribe me. Oh, wait. I remember now." Martin said with a smirk as he teased the other man. "I was angry with you and you wanted to make it up to me."
Danny laughed at that. "Is that what you think? Hell, Martin. If I'd have known that all it took to get you over being angry with me was to bribe you with food, then I'd have been doing it ever since we met."
It was Martin's turn to laugh then. "You *have* been doing it. Well, maybe not since the first time we met, but when you went with me to the hospital and we had to wait for the x-rays to come back, you went to the cafeteria and came back with a donut and milk for me. I think I remember you saying something about how you didn't want to risk me throwing up coffee if the concussion made me sick, but you were willing to risk milk not upsetting my tummy. And yes, you *did* say tummy."
Danny grinned. "I remember that. But that wasn't a bribe. That was just me trying to lull you into a false sense of security so you'd be taken totally by surprise when Jack lit into you the next day." He reached into the container for more noodles. "Didn't work, though. You were definitely ready for it when you came back to work and Jack read you the riot act over what you'd done."
"Jack's reputation preceded him," Martin replied. "Besides, when it comes to chewing someone up and spitting him out, Jack has nothing on my parents."
Martin reached out and grabbed Danny's hand once more, but he didn't lean toward it. Instead he pushed it upward. "I think that I'm in the mood to eat off of something else now. So, why don't you get to your feet and let me see if I can find something suitable?"
Danny grinned, but he braced his free hand against Martin's knee and slowly got to his feet. Martin slowly smiled as he realized that he'd been right in thinking that if he remained seated on the table, he'd be at eye level with Danny's cock.
"Just hold onto that for a bit," Martin said as he released Danny's wrist and began to tug the shirttail out of Danny's waistband. "Or eat it yourself. You probably want to keep up your strength. You know…for later." Martin grinned up at Danny and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Can't have you fainting on me just when things are getting good."
Danny snorted. "I'll have you know that I never get faint…especially when things are getting good." He raised his hand and began to nibble on the noodles as Martin continued to pull the shirt free of his pants.
Martin didn't mind that Danny was watching him. He rather liked being watched, didn't matter if it was when he was undressing his partner or doing something to his partner, or even to himself. It made him even more aroused when he could look into the eyes of whoever he was with and see that they were aroused, or getting more aroused.
Once he had the shirt free, he began to unbutton it, starting at the bottom and making sure to kiss every little bit of skin that was revealed as he made his way up to the top button. Danny had removed his tie earlier, probably when he'd decided to nap on the couch, so Martin didn't have to deal with that, which was slightly unfortunate as Martin rather enjoyed playing with ties. But, if things went the way he thought they were going, there would be plenty of opportunity to play with Danny and his ties later. Lots of opportunities, even.
Martin licked Danny's skin, savoring the taste and deeply inhaling the scent of the other man. Oh, he'd been dreaming of this for such a long time, watched Danny at work just wondering what he'd taste like, what he smelled like under the cologne he wore. Not that Martin didn't like Danny's choice in cologne, because he did. But he treasured the real scent of a person, and preferred it over any fragrance that could be bottled and sold.
Martin paused, resting his lips against Danny's belly and feeling the rapid rise and fall of Danny's body. Danny's skin was hot, and Martin brought his hands up under the shirt, lightly skimming them over Danny's sides and to his back. He ran his hands further up Danny's body until he reached his collar bone, and then he moved them outward, along the shoulders, pushing the shirt out of the way and down Danny's arms. Martin kept his mouth busy while getting that shirt out of the way, rising up a bit as he licked his way up to the middle of Danny's chest and then over to a nipple where he promptly took an erect nub into his mouth, sucking greedily. Danny's moans of pleasure seemed to echo within the man's chest, and Martin placed a hand there, his palm flat against the skin, so he could feel those vibrations. It was this, call it talent, ability, whatever, that always sent a thrill through Martin. To know that he could bring such pleasure to another person, be it male or female, was intoxicating.
The satisfaction that he was feeling right then, though, seemed to be so much more intense than anything he'd ever felt before. And it was because it was Danny, Martin was sure of that. Yeah, he'd cared a lot about some of the people he'd been with in the past, and even with Chris, the feeling had been intense. But not like this. Hell, he thought that he could very easily come just listening to the noises that Danny was making. Noises that told him just how much Danny liked what was being done to him.
God, he was hard, almost too hard, he thought as he licked his way to the other nipple, sucking on it as greedily as he had its twin. As Martin moved his hand down to grasp his own cock, the only thought in his head was that he so desperately needed release, that he should go on and jerk off so that the need wouldn't override everything else. He wanted to take his time with Danny, and Martin knew himself well enough to know that if he didn't take care of the problem now, then he'd try to rush things, and that wasn't what he wanted right now.
He stopped sucking though, as two hands grasped the sides of his head and gently pulled him away from Danny's chest. He looked up at Danny, knowing he was pouting over the interruption and not giving a damn that it was childish. And looking up at Danny took his breath away. The man's face was flushed, his lips slightly parted and his eyes darker than Martin had ever seen them.
"It's mine." Danny said, slightly out of breath.
Martin's brow furrowed in confusion, and Danny chuckled as he reached out and grabbed Martin's arm, moving it so that he had no choice but to let go of his cock.
"Your cock is mine. You'll come when I say you can come, and not before." Danny's other hand moved slightly as he threaded his fingers through Martin's short hair. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now?"
Martin smiled slightly. "Not anywhere as beautiful as you do."
Danny shook his head and Martin quickly reached out to undo the belt around Danny's waist. "So, if I'm not allowed to play with my own cock, then am I allowed to play with this one?" Martin asked as he palmed the hardness that was so tantalizingly close, hidden behind those stupid slacks that Danny was still wearing.
Danny's eyes fluttered closed as he let out a low moan, and Martin grinned, knowing that the answer was a definite yes, even if Danny hadn't actually spoken out loud. He returned his attentions to Danny's belly, slowly licking around his belly button as his hands worked at undoing the fastening of Danny's slacks and then lowering the zipper.
"Martin…" Danny's was sounding breathless again, and Martin held back the grin that was trying to form over that little fact. "Wait."
Martin paused mid-lick, then raised his head to look up at Danny. "Yes?"
"I need to get something out of my pocket," Danny said, already reaching into his left pocket for something.
"I've got condoms in the bedroom," Martin offered. They weren't yet to the point of needing condoms, but if assuring Danny that plenty were on hand meant that they could get back to doing things, then Martin had no problem giving Danny the information. Hell, he'd give him a complete inventory of his nightstand if that would make Danny happy and get the man to cease with this stop and go stuff.
Danny grinned and wriggled his eyebrows. "It's not a condom. It's something Chris gave me when you left us alone in the kitchen."
Danny pulled his hand out, and Martin could see a bit of a silver chain dangling from his now closed fist. Knowing what Chris liked, Martin slowly grinned as he knew that Danny was holding some type of nipple clamp. The question though, was if they were the alligator style clamps that Chris had bought earlier in the week, or had he bought something new that day? Martin's cock twitched happily at the memory of those other clamps, and every part of his body seemed to hum with anticipation of what was to come. If Danny was willing to use nipple clamps, then maybe Martin wouldn't have to hold back his feelings as much as he thought he'd need to do.
Martin couldn't seem to take his eyes off of that bit of chain, even more so when Danny opened his hand to reveal that he was indeed, holding a set of nipple clamps. Martin edged forward slightly to get a better look at the clamps, and he could have sworn that his heart was about to pound out of his chest as he saw that they were his favorite kind; clover clamps, and he remembered those being on the receipt from the shopping that Chris had done on Friday. It wasn't until he felt something warm against his cheek that Martin was able to stop looking at those clamps, and when he did come back to himself, he found that Danny was caressing his cheek.
"I'm going out on a limb here and guess that you really like these," Danny said, a decidedly evil grin on his face.
Martin tilted his head further into that caress, savoring the warmth from Danny's skin. "Yeah, I like those," he admitted. "But I'm a bit confused. Didn't that bitch grab Chris as he was leaving the store? How'd he get these back so quickly?" The arresting officers would have bagged just about everything in Ella's apartment and vehicle, in case it was needed as evidence. And that would have included any and all of Chris's belongings.
Danny nodded. "She did grab him then, but he'd put these in his pocket before he left the store, so she never knew about them. And he sure as Hell didn't tell Jack what he had in his pockets." The smirk on Danny's face told Martin that Danny didn't disagree with that little bit of misdirection on Chris's part.
Martin grinned, then gestured toward Danny's hand. "You know how to use that kind?"
Part Twenty-six