Forty Minutes

Danny woke up stiff and sore from lying down too long. The alarm clock told him it was 6.38 a.m., and Steve was asleep beside him. He rolled onto his side and watched his partner sleep. The blonde wondered what dreams Steve had, what might have been going on through his head, and he wondered if his partner dreamt of him. Because Danny dreamt of Steve. He wondered what he thought about Danny, what he felt for him. He wondered what went on behind those carefully constructed walls. And the blonde wondered if he'd ever know.

Danny noticed how Steve's lips moved slightly, the purplish tint to his closed eyes and his soft snores. Steve was so peaceful, beautiful when he slept. The blonde touched the man's neck, his shoulders, tracing his fingers lightly and barely there, and Steve mumbled something Danny couldn't understand.

The blonde smiled at his partner, even though Steve was sound asleep and couldn't see him. Steve rolled over, and Danny slid his arm around the man's waist and snuggled against Steve. The blonde just lay there, feeling Steve's back against his chest, his wayward hair tickling Danny's nose, the feel of his partner in his arms, until his stomach grumbles reminding him it was time for breakfast.

"Morning," Steve said from behind the blonde, his voice croaked from sleep.

Danny whirls around in the kitchen and grinned at him, then he ran his hands over Steve's shoulders, down his waist and across his stomach. The blonde murmured into his partner's neck, "I'm going to shower." He trailed his hands down over the elastic of the Steve's sleep pants and took the weight of Steve's cock in his hand and whispered to him, "We don't have to leave for forty minutes."

Steve followed Danny up the stairs, stripping as he went. In the shower the blonde soaped both up and Danny pushed the shower head away. Using the shower gel as lube, they started with mutual hand jobs. Danny knew what Steve liked. He pumped the man's shaft with one hand and played with Steve's balls with his other. Steve groaned with his head back, as Danny worked him over.

Steve's hands were on Danny, pumping him with equal fervor. Steve slid one hand up and down, squeezing the shaft and twisting his palm over the head of the blonde's cock as his other hand tweaked Danny's nipples. But Steve started to get lost in what was Danny doing to him. He leaned back against the wall and started thrusting his hips towards the blonde. Danny stood with his feet between Steve's and started to run their cocks together. He took both dicks in his hand, pumping them both at the same time.

Steve moaned deep and low, and continued to thrust. His cock slid against Danny's, silky and hot, and Steve's head was back on the tiles, his eyes were closed. He moaned again, "Fuck, Danny."

Strands of wet hair were stuck to Steve's forehead, and his lips were red and parted. "You look so hot right now," Danny told him, and the blonde pumped their cocks harder.

Reaching with his other hand, Danny cupped Steve's balls, and the man groaned. When Danny used a finger to tease Steve's hole, he somehow leaned up, encouraging the blonde. So Danny did it. He slid the tip of his finger in his partner's ass.

"Oh fuck!" Steve cried. "Yes… Danny."

So the blonde pushed just a little farther, still pumping their cocks. Steve's thighs were opened wide, and Danny was standing between his legs as Steve propped himself against the tiles. The deeper Danny pushed his finger, the deeper Steve moaned, and the more it turned the blonde on.

Danny slid his finger in and out, pushing back in a little farther each time at the same pace he pumped Steve, himself… both. The blonde wanted to see his partner come like this, wanted to feel it from inside him. "Come for me, Steve. I want to feel you come with my finger in your ass."

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Steve said. His body started to shake, and he was so close.

"Come on me, Steve."

And Steve thrust wildly, his cock in Danny's hand, his ass on the blonde's finger. Steve's head pushed back, his hips pushed farther into Danny, his neck was corded and his teeth were clenched, and he came hard.

Danny felt his partner's ass clench on his fingers, the man's cock throbbed, spilling his release as Steve groaned. The blonde felt Steve's hot come spurt from his dick onto his hand, but Danny watched his face instead. Steve was so lost, he didn't feel Danny slid out of him. The blonde used both hands to keep pumping them, milking every drop from Steve. His partner's pleasure gave Danny pleasure, watching Steve come, feeling him come, his cock rubbed against the man's, and Danny's orgasm ripped through his body.

He exploded in his hand, onto Steve, streams of his come spurting thickly onto his partner's stomach. Steve watched him come and his fingers quickly swiped at the blonde's release on his skin. Looking in Danny's eyes, Steve brought his fingers to his mouth and lapped at the blonde's come with his tongue.

"Oh, fuck," Danny mumbled, his head falling back. His eyes closed, and his head spun, then the blonde felt the water on him again.

Steve maneuvered the shower spray back over their heads, and the water fell over them both. He rubbed his hands over Danny's body, and the blonde pulled Steve's face to his own and kissed him. They had no idea when the shower went cold.