Chapter 14

I lay down beside Daniel and he pulled himself up from his prone position, still breathless. He straddled me, knees either side of my hips, and the wet tip of his softening penis brushed my erection. He bent to kiss me and as our lips caressed, I rested my hands on his thighs. My dick throbbed and brushed against his belly, desperate to be touched. He seemed intent on making me wait as he slowly made his way down my body, kissing and licking every inch of my chest, and stroking my arms and shoulders. I didn't think I was in that great shape, with my six-pack mostly hidden under a little too much pizza and beer, and my muscles not quite as firm as they used to be when I was working out regularly. My weights were still in the bedroom I'd used at Monica's house. I needed to do something about that. At least I kept myself neat—I didn't have a lot of body hair, with only a sprinkle leading down the middle of my belly to my groin, and my pubic hair was cropped.

I groaned, yanked back into the present as Daniel's tongue reached my navel, and my erection slid against the side of his face. He chuckled softly and ran his hands down my thighs. He was still crouching over me, his knees now by my ankles. My legs quivered under his touch, and I sucked in a breath as finally, he paid some attention to my dick. He kissed the head, then ran his tongue down the vein on the underside of my shaft and sucked one of my balls into his mouth.

"Oh fuck," I muttered.

He licked and nibbled my flesh, then switched to the other side. After a few seconds he returned to my dick, and I swore again as his lips closed around the head. He stopped teasing me then, and began to suck firmly, while he jerked the base in one tight fist and squeezed my sac in the other. I clenched my fists at my sides and ground my teeth, trying to breathe slow and prolong things, but my orgasm was already creeping up on me. The hot, wet cavern of his mouth drew more of me in, while he sucked, licked, and gently scraped with his teeth.

"Daniel," I gasped. "You'd better… fuck, I'm… stop!"

He ignored me and I shot my load, while he continued sucking and swallowed around me. He pulled off me slowly and sat up, grinning. "Okay?"

"Fuck."

He slid off me and stretched out at my side. I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around him. It felt so good holding him after we both came. I had never been much of a cuddler—maybe in the early days with Monica—but we'd both liked our own space in bed. Daniel seemed happy to sprawl all over me, and in fact had done before anything had happened between us. I smirked as I remembered waking up the first time we slept together and finding him draped over me. My arm had been trapped under him and I jerked away in shock, mainly because we'd both been hard, and I hadn't been comfortable with it then.

"What are you grinning at?" Daniel kissed my jaw.

"I was just remembering when we were in Malmo and I had to stay with you for twelve hours. You slept most of the time and eventually I needed some rest. Then I woke up and you were, sort of like this."

"I was pretty out of it. But I woke up once and kind of wished you'd wake up and kiss me."

"Even then?"

"Yeah. I didn't know anything about you, but I woke up and you were next to me in bed, so I wondered. But you shot away from me when you woke. I didn't think anything of it, except that you were straight and uninterested. But it was still nice having you there."

"I'd never have forgiven myself if you hadn't made it," I admitted. "It made me think about what I was doing. The Mobsters have always been dealers, at least since I joined them. It was all about making money and territories. There was this other gang—I don't know if I mentioned them before—the Delincuentas. We were always fighting with them over territory."

"With guns?"

"Yeah. Like I said, I never shot anyone, but I came close a couple of times. Some of the others have done it—had to, to protect their families. But then this Croatian family started making themselves known. They're small—only five of them, I think. They started taking over the market with cheaper drugs in larger quantities. That's why I was in Malmo. I didn't want to risk getting killed by one of them when I have Per and Oscar to think about, and Monica, too. Some of my guys still do it, but mostly outside the city."

"So, you stopped because of me?"

"Yes."

He smiled. "I'm glad. I'd be worrying that something would happen to you." He reached down and pulled the covers over us. "Are you going to stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, if you want me to."

"Good. I'll be back in a minute." He got up and left the room. I heard him in the bathroom, taking a piss and cleaning his teeth, then he turned off the lights and came back to bed. A moment later he was back in my arms.

When I woke it was daylight. I lay on my side with Daniel's back against my chest and my arm draped around him. I was hard and my erection rested in the crack of his arse. I grinned as I remembered the previous evening. It had been so good, and I no longer worried that he would wake up and tell me to get lost. I was still anxious about taking the next step, but he knew what he was doing. I wasn't averse to being told what to do.

"Are you awake?" he murmured.

"Yeah. Can't you tell?"

He chuckled. "Well, part of you is pretty obvious." He pressed himself harder against me and pushed my hand from his stomach to his erection. "You don't have to rush off, do you?"

"No. I have a couple of jobs to do at the bike shop, but I can go there later." I pulled away from him and went to the bathroom. It took a few minutes of rinsing out my mouth, washing my face, and dowsing my groin in cold water before my erection went down enough to piss. Then I went back to bed and Daniel took my place. He was gone a while. I heard water running and thought he must be taking a shower, so I closed my eyes and dozed until the bed dipped as he climbed back in. "What were you doing?"

"Never mind." He touched my face and slid closer. "Warm me up, I'm freezing."

I wrapped myself around him and kissed him. The feel of him against me quickly had me hard again, and he squirmed against me, his dick swelling.

"You warm yet?" I teased.

"Very." He met my eyes. "Do you want to fuck me, Petter?"

I quickly broke the eye contact and nuzzled his neck instead. "Yes, but I don't know what I'm doing."

"Don't worry about that. I do." He slid his hand between us and began stroking me, until I pushed him off after a few minutes.

"If you keep that up, I'll last about thirty seconds."

He grinned and rolled away from me, reached down off the side of the bed, and retrieved a bottle of something with a pump-action nozzle. I guessed it was lube. I expected him to instruct me, but he merely coated his fingers in the slick substance and slid his hand back under the covers.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Getting myself ready. Lube's important and it's been a while."

"Then tell me what to do," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I picked up the lube and squeezed some out onto two fingers the way he had done.

He moved and draped his leg over me. "Just use one finger. I'll tell you when to add the other one."

Nervously, I moved my had down to his arse and ran my thumb along the crack, exploring until I found the tight puckered spot of his anus. He whimpered and pressed his face into my neck. I replaced my thumb with a slick finger and carefully pushed the tip against him. It slid in easily and he groaned.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." He stroked my chest, and his erection twitched against me as I pressed my finger in deeper, as far as it would go. "In and out, like you're fucking me with it," he told me.

I did as he said, slowly at first, terrified I would do something wrong. I couldn't imagine having anything up my arse, but it was clearly pleasurable as Daniel moaned and rubbed his dick against me.

"More," he panted after a couple of minutes. I withdrew my finger and went back in with two. "Fuck," he muttered. "The way things are going, I'll come like this."

I grinned. "I must be doing something right." I'd almost forgotten about my own needs as I lubed him up and carefully stretched him.

"Fuck, I need your dick," he whispered after a minute. "Put this on." He held up a condom in front of my face.

"Great," I said before I could stop myself.

Daniel frowned. "I haven't been tested in a while. Nor have you, I suspect. I haven't done it bare since the professor."

"I'm not complaining," I said quickly, as I pulled my fingers out of him. "I just haven't used one since the early days with Monica."

Daniel smirked. "Oh, you want me to do it for you? You know, just in case you've forgotten how."

"Be my guest."

He took the packet and tore it open, threw back the bed covers, and rolled the rubber onto my dick in seconds. Then he squeezed out more lube and took his time coating me in it until I groaned in protest. "Stop that, or this will be the shortest fuck in history." I turned towards him, then paused. I had no idea about positions either. As far as I knew, I would do it from behind, but Daniel rolled onto his back and pulled his knees up.

"Like this. I want to be able to see you."

"Okay." I moved between his legs and supported my weight on my knees. The tip of my erection bumped against him, and he grasped it to guide it into him.

"Push in, only the head."

I pressed in carefully, and suddenly the head of my dick was squeezed tightly in the heat of his body. "God," I groaned.

Daniel smiled. "Feel good?"

"Fuck."

He rested his hands on my hips and pulled me in a little more. I caught a slight wince on his face and froze.

"It's fine. It's just been a while. I don't often fuck. With casual hook-ups I mostly just do other stuff."

"Shh." I covered his mouth with mine to stop him talking and thrust in with my tongue. After a minute I moved again, as slowly as I could manage although the feel of him made me want to drive myself deep and pound him into the mattress.

He slid his arms around me and melted into the kiss. He felt incredible. His mouth on mine, the tight heat of him squeezing and pulling at me as I slid into him more, his arms and legs around me, holding onto me. I broke the kiss to breathe and looked at his face instead. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing his cheeks, his neck arched, and lips parted as he gasped his pleasure.

"You can go harder," he whispered. "I just needed to get used to you." I pulled back and drove myself in more firmly. He grunted and moaned. "Yes, like that."

Then I was fucking him, hard and fast, and silently cursing the fact that it was already almost over. My balls pulled up and heat crawled up my spine. I spilled into the condom, a little ashamed of blowing like a teenager on his first time. I propped up my upper body on one elbow and slid the other hand between us to stroke him off. He bucked into my hand, groaning as he quickly caught me up and clenched around me. Warm splashes of fluid painted my belly, and I was relieved he finished almost as fast as I had. I pinched the edge of the condom and slipped out of him. I disposed of the rubber, dropping it onto my discarded underwear to get rid of later. Then I collapsed onto my side next to Daniel. He rolled over to face me and opened his eyes.

I touched his hot damp face. "You okay?"

"Are you joking? That was fucking amazing."

"I wouldn't go that far." I grinned at him. "It lasted about three seconds."

He chuckled. "We just need more practise. A lot of practise. Every chance we get."

"I could go along with that." I relaxed; my unwarranted fears forgotten. Being with him was all I wanted. I should have known everything would be okay when it came down to it.