Hobbled (17 page)

Danny watched him go. The guy was hotter than hell but a little too intense about his cat, Danny thought. But lord, the guy was sexy. Not as sexy as Luke, of course. Nobody was as sexy as Luke.

With Mr. Childers gone and with Luke back inside Danny’s head, Danny’s dick gave another twitch. It seemed to be a little aggravated by the interruption and was now happily getting back to business, opening up the floodgates, letting the blood surge in.

With some of last night’s bedroom shenanigans rumbling around inside his memory banks, Danny’s dick had enough time to give itself a pretty good stretch before it was interrupted once again. This time Danny actually had to drop the pool sweeper and hold his hands over his crotch, casually he hoped, to hide the swell of his erection from his new visitors.

His new visitors were DeVon and Bradley. They were peeking around the corner of the house like a couple of midget ninjas. They both had red licorice whips hanging out of their mouths and their eyes were as big as Ping-Pong balls. Danny almost laughed. He hoped to God they weren’t gawking at his dick.

“What the hell are you guys up to?” he yelled. “I thought I told you yesterday to stop sneaking around. Trying to get in the pool again, aren’t you?”

It was DeVon who stepped out first. “Man,” he grumbled, “you gotta learn to trust people. Ever hear of a neighbor dropping by to chat?”

“Yeah,” Bradley echoed, “ever hear of
that?
Neighbors
chatting?
Say. What’s that in your pants? A hammer?
”
And he and DeVon roared with laughter.

Danny blushed so hard he thought his ears were going to ignite. Since the blood had all rushed to his face, it at least made his dick go down a bit. Thank God.

“What do you guys want? Can’t you see I’m trying to work?”

Both DeVon and Bradley cranked their heads around to make sure there was no one eavesdropping. This time it was Bradley who took the reins of leadership. He looked so serious, and that serious look was so out of place on his cute-as-hell face with the freckles scattered across his nose and the red licorice whip hanging out of the side of his mouth like a skinny little tongue, that Danny had to smile. Then Danny started listening to what the kid was saying, and Danny’s smile petered out pretty fast.

“Did you hear the guy scream last night?” Bradley was almost squeaking, he was so excited. “There’s going to be another murder on the news tonight. Just you watch. You did hear the guy scream, right?”

“No,” Danny said. “But I heard a cat getting laid. It was the neighbor’s cat. The neighbor just told me.”

“Well, your neighbor, whoever it is, is a fucking twit.” It was DeVon this time. As he spoke, Danny could see his front teeth were coated with red licorice. He looked like someone had popped him one in the mouth. And with his nasty-ass vocabulary, maybe someone should. “That was no cat! Jesus H. McGillicuddy! People sure get some screwy ideas. By the way, where’s your boyfriend?”

“He’s over at his house unpacking. Hey
,
wait a minute! What do you mean, boyfriend? Who said we were boyfriends? You’re not getting that rumor going around the neighborhood, are you?”

“Nah,” Bradley groaned. “We don’t care about where you’re sticking your salami. We got other fish to fry. Don’t be such a chickenshit, cupcake.”

“You’re making me hungry,” DeVon growled to his friend. “Stop talking about food.”

“Speaking of food,” Danny ventured. “You wouldn’t by any chance happen to have an extra red licorice whip on you, would you? Those things look pretty good.”

“Sure,” Bradley said. He dug around in his back pocket and pulled out a fat wad of them. They were all tangled up and out of their wrapper and covered with pocket lint. It looked like Bradley’s mom had run them through the washer along with about three hundred towels. Maybe more than once.

“Uh. Never mind,” Danny said, trying not to barf.

Bradley shrugged and stuffed the lint-covered candy back in his pocket. “Suit yourself.”

Danny looked from one kid to the other. He had the strangest desire to either laugh his head off or slap the shit out of both of them. He couldn’t decide which. “What in God’s name would make you think that noise we heard last night was the sound of some guy getting murdered? I think you’re letting your teensy-weensy imaginations run away with—”

“We heard noises like that the
last
time a guy was killed too,” DeVon said. Once again his eyes were bulging out, and Danny had to admit the kid looked really scared. He had licked the licorice off his front teeth so he didn’t look so stupid either. “The killer is right here in the burg. We know he is. We think we know who it is too.”

“Oh, please. Who?”

Bradley opened his mouth to answer but DeVon slapped him in the back of the head, shutting him up.

“We can’t be talking about this here. Too many ears.” And he looked around like Hercule Poirot waiting for the murderer to come barreling out from behind a curtain.

Danny bit back a giggle. These guys were too much. “Look, kids, it’s been fun, but I really do have work to do. So why don’t you run along and play. I hear Seattle is nice this time of year. Why don’t you go there?”

“Fuckhead,” DeVon said.

“Dick breath,” Bradley said.

“Deranged munchkins.” Danny grinned.

DeVon poked a finger in Bradley’s ribcage. “Come on. Let’s go investigate you-know-who in the you-know-where.”

Danny laughed. “And while you’re there, stick the evidence up your you-know-what.”

Grumbling, DeVon and Bradley stomped off and disappeared around the corner of the house.

Danny watched them go, shaking his head in a good-humored sort of way, and wondering if Luke would mind making a licorice run to the supermarket. Damn, those things really did look good. He’d make it worth Luke’s while if he would.

Danny gave a lecherous little smile, imagining
how
he would make it worth Luke’s while.

Chapter 9

L
UKE
unlocked Danny’s front door with his brand-new key. Frederick looked up from the back of the couch at the sound of the door opening. Seeing Granger padding along at Luke’s feet, Frederick puffed up his fur and spit out a string of obscenities before sailing across the house and diving through the pet door with a clatter.

“Asshole cat,” Luke muttered, relocking the door behind him.

He was earlier than he’d told Danny he would be, but he just couldn’t bear to open one more box of crap. He missed Danny, and now that he was here, Luke planned to do something about it. He had showered back at the house; he was commando under his baggy cargo shorts and muscle tee; and Luke Junior was ready to rumble. A very sexy smile played at the corners of Luke’s mouth as he brushed his young cock with his hand through the fabric of his shorts, simply because he couldn’t bear not to.

The house was quiet. He hadn’t seen Danny in the yard for the past couple of hours, or standing at the upstairs window spying on him with a hard-on, so Luke suspected he was taking a nap. It was Luke’s every intention to wake him the fuck up.

Luke’s dick flopped around in his shorts as he quietly climbed the stairs. By the time he reached the top step, his pecker was rock hard and begging for action.

Luke tiptoed down the hall and peeked through the door of Danny’s bedroom, which was standing wide open. If he had been a praying man, Luke would have dropped to his knees and thanked God Almighty for the gift he had just bestowed upon him.

That gift was Danny, sound asleep, lying on his stomach on his bed stark naked. His legs were flung wide, one with the cast, and one with the electronic beeper silently flashing green, telling every cop in a twenty-mile radius that Danny was right where he was supposed to be.

And boy was Luke glad he was.

In one fluid motion, Luke walked quietly through the doorway and stepped out of his shorts, letting them fall at his feet. A second later, his T-shirt went sailing into a corner. Luke was now just as naked as Danny.

He stepped to the edge of the bed and looked down at Danny’s naked form sprawled out beneath him. Danny’s arms were flung wide, his face was aimed in Luke’s direction, eyes closed, and he had a little trail of slobber dripping from his mouth. His long hair was tousled around his face and splayed out across the pillow. He was softly snoring.

Danny’s long frame was so beautiful that Luke just stood there contemplating it, languidly stroking his own cock. Already, Luke was beginning to tremble.

Danny was thin, but he wasn’t as skinny as he thought he was. He was actually very well proportioned, Luke thought. His legs were long and lean and coated with dark hair. The one calf muscle that wasn’t covered with a cast was hard and pronounced, even in repose. Those gorgeous legs reached all the way up to one of the most beautiful asses Luke had ever seen. It was firm and round and absolutely exquisite. The elegant swell of Danny’s ass was paler than the rest of his body, which was nicely tanned after the many hours he and Luke had spent by the pool this week. The cleft of Danny’s ass was furred with dark hair, and with his legs spread wide, Luke thought he could see the merest glimpse of Danny’s puckered opening. Luke longed to bury his tongue in it. Instead, he dragged his eyes farther north, still stroking his dick and trembling like a leaf, he was so turned on.

There was beauty
beneath
Danny’s skin as well. Luke could clearly see the indentations of Danny’s vertebrae and the wales of his ribcage, since his arms were spread wide and out of the way. Where Danny’s shoulders bunched up, being flung wide like they were, Luke could see the corded muscles snuggling up against the skin of his back.

In clothes, Danny looked skinny. It was true. But naked, he was breathtaking.

Ever so gently, Luke reached down and eased a strand of hair from Danny’s face. There was a wet towel on the floor at Luke’s feet, so Danny had just showered too. Hmm. Good to know. Luke smiled.

Luke tugged his glasses off his face and laid them carefully on the nightstand. Where he was going they would just be in the way. Easing himself around to the foot of the bed, he laid his hands softly on either side of Danny’s thighs. Sliding them over Danny’s flesh, Luke relished the feel of Danny’s leg hair scraping across his palms, the texture and heat of Danny’s skin teasing his fingertips. Luke lowered himself down between Danny’s legs and pressed his lips to the swell of Danny’s ass.

Still Danny snored away.

Easing himself all the way down onto the bed, Luke laid his hands on either side of Danny’s ass and spread that perfect mound apart until the furry cleft between Danny’s ass cheeks opened wide like a flower. Danny’s ass came up a fraction of an inch, as if eager to be worshipped. Luke obliged by sliding his tongue into the cleft and dragging it across Danny’s sphincter.

“Do I know you?” Danny mumbled into his pillow. Then he started laughing and flipped over onto his back, grinning down at Luke, who was looking up at him along the scrumptious landscape of Danny’s balls, dick, tummy, and chest. Danny’s dick, by the way, was just as hard as Luke’s, and judging by appearances, just as ready for a little action.

Luke smiled. “Playing possum, huh?” He shifted targets and slid his tongue between Danny’s balls, tasting, inhaling. He scooped first one testicle into his mouth, then the other. Danny’s hips rose up to meet his lips. Straining. Pleading. Danny’s hand came down to grasp his own standing cock, which, from this angle, was one of the greatest natural splendors Luke had ever seen in his life. Like Mount Everest. It was there, and Luke was damned well determined to climb it.

Luke slapped Danny’s hand away and said, “Let me do that.”

So Danny did.

Luke wanted to tease Danny and make him beg to be sucked, but Luke couldn’t seem to prevent his own desires from getting in the way. He squirmed up onto his knees between Danny’s outflung legs. Hovering over Danny’s crotch like a happy vulture, he scooped Danny’s cock into his mouth without so much as a by-your-leave.

Danny watched him, chewing on his lower lip. He looked like he was trying to bite back a gasp, and Luke thought that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. Luke’s eyes never left Danny’s face as he went to work on that perfect hard-on. Luke wanted to see Danny tremble as much as
he
was trembling. He rolled the head of Danny’s dick around in his mouth, teased the slit with his tongue, and periodically circled his fingers around Danny’s glans as he sucked. If Luke had had a stopwatch handy he would have seen he’d succeeded in making Danny start trembling in fifteen seconds flat. Probably some sort of world record.

Luke was so happy about his accomplishment, and so damned turned on by now, that he slid one hand along Danny’s stomach and chest and hooked a finger in Danny’s mouth. Danny closed his lips around it, and while Luke sucked at Danny’s cock, Danny sucked at Luke’s finger. They both seemed to enjoy what they were doing, but Danny had a nagging feeling he was getting the short end of the stick. So he flipped around to face the opposite direction, and without asking permission or sending an RSVP or anything, he pushed his mouth over Luke’s cock and sucked it all the way down his throat.