Aimless
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Danny/Flack
A/N: Thanks to those who review.
Part 3: It's Like Rain
I had buttoned up a freshly starched dress shirt when two lithe hands slid around my shoulders and across my collarbone. I looked into the mirror in front of me and saw big blue eyes, an enigmatic gaze drawing me in once again. Seductive and pardon me for being redundant, but damn sexy. Our eyes connected and he held my gaze, captivated me until his hands slid the shirt off my back, tracing every muscle in my body, every freckle on my skin with such diligence and care that my chest tightened unexpectedly with appreciation.
"At this rate we'll never get to work, much less on time." I moaned as he kissed my shoulder and then ascended to my neck, licking a trail of skin so deliciously I couldn't prevent a spark of hunger in my own gaze. Our eyes remained in tact with one another.
He smiled, somewhat mischievously, "I doubt you wanted to go to work anyway."
I had to agree, the idea of spending a day lounging in bed besides this man was extremely arousing, both mentally and physically, however it seemed uncanny that I would actually follow through with slacking off. It was just not something in my character. I was the predictable Danny, the guy you could rely on, allowed a screw up once in a while, but only due to my horrendous temper, not based on my sexual appetite.
I closed my eyes, trying to escape at that moment the repercussions of what I was doing, and trying to focus on the image of my lover, devouring my body completely. I hadn't realized that by the time I opened my eyes again, I was pushed against the soft confines of my bed, and Flack kissing a feather like trail down my stomach.
He never says much in the heat of passion but suddenly, right as he was about to get me off, he suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes, gazing deeper and deeper, more intently, as if there is an inch of depth within my mind that hasn't been explored as if he hadn't invaded every fiber of my being already.
"What're you thinking?" I asked, propping myself on my elbow as he slid up against, subtly reminding me that he wasn't finished, merely taking a break as he pulled the comforter over our bodies.
He smirked and settled his cheek against my shoulder, holding me closer, I felt somehow protected, something I hadn't felt in a while. It was a new experience for me to be cared for, to be so easily relinquished when I had thought he'd never forgive if I ever took advantage of him.
Which I did, and he gladly reciprocated. I still couldn't get out of my mind the previous day when he had arrived to my doorstep with a pack of cigarettes and asking me for a cup of coffee.
I looked at him, slightly dumbfounded; we were only friends at opportune times, never when the other was suffering.
I realized that perhaps he'd taken this step in our friendship for a reason, and yet I couldn't piece the puzzle together, how was it that he'd chosen me to pour his heart out to, why me?
"Stop thinking about why I came over last night." He said sternly, even though his voice was nurturing and his hand slid possessively to my hip again, tracing skin with his finger, ticklish as I was, the only emotion I could experience right now was lust.
"Why shouldn't I wonder?" I leaned against his chest, feeling safe and warm, completely out my masculine element.
"Because…" He sought out my lips, as if trying to silence my curiosity with a kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth expertly and very impetuously, he slid the length of his body against mind and I felt a trail of goose bumps rush down my spine.
I could no longer think about any of the practical reasons as to why I shouldn't let him do this to me, or why I shouldn't let him get away with seducing me away from an answer, however it all went out the window has his hand left my hip and slid further down, wrapping around me and making me jerk with movements of pleasure. It was unbelievable, how arousing just his simple hand gesture could be, and how his impish smile could provoke me to forget about everything except his lips, his hands and his eyes.
His name escaped my lips and I could hear his chuckle as if it were miles away when in fact our lips were two centimeters away from each other. It was then on the brink of an umpteenth orgasm that I realized when he came into my apartment last night, he came with an agenda.
As swift and untraceable as rain he seduced me into seducing him and kissed away my regret, and now he claimed me as his lover, and forbid to think of my insecurities.
How ironic was that?
TBC…