You meet Dave and Danny, who are completely different to each other, and who knew each other by sight, but had never really sat and talked to each other - until the night Danny was the victim of a crime, and Dave tried to come to the rescue.
From this night, they agree to meet, and things escalate quite quickly, even though they were both hesitant and nervous at first with the other. They quickly worked through this, as they both felt so incredibly drawn to the other.
Things move fast for the two, and Dave moves in with Danny almost immediately, and things are going so well for the two. It was still a learning curve for them both, but neither took the other for granted, and day by day they grew closer to each other. All was going well until the demons from Dave's past and Danny's mother both collide with their happy lives, and then things all fall apart.
Everything happening at once, was too much for Dave to process, and due to his demons felt he was dangerous to Danny, and even through Danny's protests he still left and went back to his fathers. Danny was totally devastated and heartbroken at this turn of events, and at the time he could see no way to help Dave with his demons.
I am not going to spoil things and say what the demons are in Dave's life, or even if Danny is able to help him..... but there is a knight in shining armour for both Dave and Danny who make their presence felt exactly when needed.
“Danny, would you take your shirt off? I really want to see you.”
He nodded. “Of course.” Sitting back, he tugged off his black sweater and unbuttoned his shirt. Dave’s hungry gaze rested on him, making his cheeks burn hotter with each button he undid. He pulled his shirt back, down his shoulders and arms, praying Dave didn’t see the skinny nerd he’d always seen in the mirror.
Dave’s eyes went even duskier. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. He reached out and smoothed one large, callused hand across Danny’s chest, his fingertips tracing the etchings of his muscles.
Danny exhaled, his skin practically quivering from the pleasure of Dave’s touch. The pads of Dave’s fingertips smoothed over his nipples, which tightened in response. Flames of erotic heat licked up his body, through his thighs and groin. His erection, long past fully hard, strained against his jeans.
“Danny, you’re fucking hot.”
Heat bloomed in Danny’s cheeks. “Thank you.”
Dave moved lower, down Danny’s stomach, dipping his fingertips below the waistband. Danny felt Dave’s desire to please him, his role as the pleasure-giver taking over. As much as he wanted Dave to touch him, he wanted more for the other man to know he didn’t need to service him to be liked.
Lightly he grasped Dave’s wrist, staying his hand. “Not yet,” he told him gently.
Dave’s eyebrows rose, a hint of alarm in his expression. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not. I just haven’t finished your massage.”
The apprehension drained from his eyes and Dave grinned. “Okay. I must say I was enjoying that immensely.”
“I’m glad.” Danny lifted Dave’s hand to his face and pressed his lips into the flesh of the palm. He held it there for a lingering moment before releasing him. Rising on his knees, he maneuvered himself so he was kneeling on the bed behind Dave. His breath caught. “Wow.”
Dave looked at him over his shoulder. “My tattoo.” He sounded sheepish. “The folly of my youth.” His voice strained as if there were painful memories behind the work of art.
Danny stared at the enormous dragon covering the upper portion of Dave’s broad back. The creature was fierce-looking, with clawed wings outstretched, the tail winding down Dave’s spine, past the waistband of his jeans. A myriad of colors made up the body and wings of the dragon, artfully shaded, obviously the work of a highly skilled artist. “It’s beautiful, actually,” he said softly. Gingerly, he traced the lines and shadings, enjoying the feel of Dave’s warm skin and hard muscles under his fingers.
Dave turned back around. He heaved a sigh. “I’m glad you’re not repelled.”
“I was very young when I got it. Twenty, to be exact. My first partner, John... he was into all kinds of astrology. He told me I was born in the Year of the Dragon, you know, in the Chinese zodiac.”
“Yes I know.”
“I did it for him.” Dave’s voice was unmistakably sad. Apparently things had gone terribly wrong with this person.
“It sounds like he was very important to you.”
Dave nodded. “He was. He was. He died.”
Danny stopped tracing the tattoo, feeling Dave’s emotional pain practically emanate through his skin. He concentrated instead on massaging Dave’s shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You didn’t, Danny.” Dave’s muscles relaxed under his ministrations. “Damn, you’re good at this. Is there anything you can’t do?”
Danny smiled. He moved his massaging motions down Dave’s arms, kneading his biceps. “I can’t cook to save my life, in spite of the fact my parents ran a restaurant for years.”
Dave chuckled, but then Danny sensed him grow serious. “That’s something I’m okay at. You don’t need to cook. I’ll do it for you.”
Something in Dave’s tone made Danny go still, his hands resting on Dave’s muscular arms. It was as if an invisible cord had bound them together in that simple statement. Like yin and yang finding their place together. He resumed his gentle massage, moving his hands back to Dave’s shoulders and onto his back. “I’d like that.”
Dave’s body was more pliant under his hands now. He was obviously enjoying the massage very much. “So would I.”
Danny rubbed Dave’s back in small circles, easing the tension out of the muscles along his spine. Finally, when Dave’s entire torso was more relaxed, Danny rested his hands on Dave’s shoulders.