A strange mix of sensations whipped through Danny the moment Dash's lips brushed his own, and dizzying whirlpool of passion that thrilled him down to his toes. The world around him shifted and spun, but this time it wasn't caused by the alcohol his underage body had foolishly consumed. His hand slipped upward and encircled Dash's neck. When he touched him, his fingers grazing just below the vulnerable nape of his neck, Danny heard a low, hungry groan resonate from Dash's chest and a sharp, thrilling jolt shot through him.
Dash crowded closer, easily slipping Danny under him, separating his thighs until Danny was pressed between the soft mattress and his hard arousal.
Danny responded eagerly, parting his lips to allow entrance, fisting his fingers in Dash's thick golden hair. He felt Dash's hand slip up his shirt, eager for the touch of flesh; a strange, heated tension was collecting inside him, like a large fist had closed over his gut. He gasped at the skin to skin contact, his voice a husky cry.
Dash raised his head, staring at the flushed teen beneath him; the look on his face that of both surprise and passion. His lips parted in a sigh and he wondered, for a brief moment, what the hell he was doing, until he felt the vibration of his zipper sliding open. The look of wonder in Danny's eyes changed to one of mischief and a provocative smile had taken residence upon his lips. Soft, gentle fingers reached in to encircle him and he couldn't repress the groan that escaped his lips.
Danny never looked away, that smile still there as Dash shuddered and moved against his exploring hands. Danny had never envisioned himself in a homosexual relationship, even what may conclude to be a one-nighter, but he was certain he wouldn't be on bottom. He allowed Dash to relish the pleasure of his intimate touches before rolling them over, straddling Dash and grinning at his startled expression.
His eyes narrowed and he looked like he was about to protest but Danny just moved against him, his hands roaming upward to the buttons of Dash's shirt, slowly undoing them one by one from the bottom.
Dash groaned and let his head fall back against the mattress, helpless against the sensations overwhelming him. Danny felt empowered, leaning down he kissed each button before undoing it, slowly trailing fingers beneath the fabric, hovering over skin but never making contact.
Gooseflesh ripped across Dash's skin and every hair rose to stand erect, he shifted beneath the smaller teen, hands moving to grip his hips but Danny swatted them away, smirking at Dash's exasperated expression.
"You didn't really think," Danny spoke as he finally reached the last button on his collar, "that I would let you take control?" He smiled, pushing the fabric aside and just hovering, inches above the smooth sun kissed skin. His breath came out in a whisper of heat, enticing a shiver from the panting boy beneath him.
Danny's small pink tongue slipped out just slightly to touch Dash's collarbone for a brief moment, drawing out a soft gasp. He pressed a kiss to the smooth flesh, hands finally slipping across Dash's bare chest, his index finger moving in little circles around his nipple, teasing, taunting, dragging everything out so terribly slowly. Danny wasn't a particularly patient person, but in this he realized he could endure. Dash on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble.
He pressed a soft kiss to the center of Dash's chest and felt fingers brush lightly across the back of his neck, he continued downward, the tip of his nose lightly trailing along the skin. He smiled, a small laugh bubbling up in him, no doubt from the drinks. He pressed another kiss just below the ribcage, this time feeling the hand in his hair, silently, motionlessly urging him downward.
His fingers gripped the waistband of Dash's jeans, moving them slowly lower as he descended. His next kiss landed just above Dash's navel, then directly below. The hand fisted in his hair, and he could feel Dash's shaft pressing against him now, tempting Danny's smile into a full grin. He placed one last kiss into soft, cinnamon hairs before turning his attention to where it was needed most.
A crash sounded in the room, the table lamp by the window that had been gently illuminating the room fell to the floor along with the table it had been sitting on. However neither inanimate object could speak and voice their discomfort, so the startles cry followed by the muffled "oomph" could only belong to a living, or in Danny's experience, dead visitor.
With a start Danny and Dash jumped up from the bed, separating from their intimate and scandalous position in an attempt to view who had encroached upon their interlude. However Dash soon tripped, due to his pants being around his knees, and fell face first off the bed onto the floor with a startled cry, leaving Danny to dart around the bed and view the intruder.
Danny gasped when he saw who lay beneath the overturned table, foot tangled in the lamp cord.
"You!"
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Sorry for the long wait, but I have a reason I promise. (Like I'm sure every author does ;)
Those who didn't know, I had the flu, and if you've never had the flu before let me tell you it's not fun. It's bad, really bad, like "I want to kill myself if I could move" kind of bad. It just plain sucks.
And when I got over it, I had lots and lots of inspiration to write a new chapter to PO, and not so much this. Actually, considering that I first vomited while writing this very chapter several days ago, thinking about getting back to this made me a bit apprehensive. It was a psychological dilemma, I felt a little nauseous….
But that's over now, and I hope to get you another great new chapter up tomorrow. Thanks so much for your patience, and even more for your comments.
Oh yes, and I put a nice scene in here so you wouldn't kill me, but considering how it was cut off…I guess I failed that attempt at self preservation.