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“What do you want, Danny?” He speaks in a low, gravelly whisper, eyes dark with want.
“You,” He answers, running his hand along Jake’s inner thigh where he sits, man-spreading beside him on the couch. He is fully clothed, but Danny can already feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Danny Boy.” He clicks his tongue scoldingly and leans forward, as though hunting for Danny’s kiss.
So he leans in and gives him one. A short one. He ignores Jake’s hum of frustration when he cuts their contact short, and supplies him with an answer, “Your thighs,” Danny names the first thing he can think of, since that’s what is under his fingers right now. Those warm, muscular legs of his seem to twitch at his answer, “I want to see them.”
Jake scoots to the edge of the cushion, a mischievous light playing in his eyes, “You want these?”
Yes. Dear God, yes. He watches breathlessly as Jake unfastens his belt and teases the button of his pants loose.
Then his fingers move up to unbutton his shirt, using agonizing slowness, “You just want to see them?” He shakes his head, as though scolding him for his lowly ambition.
So he continues, eyes latching onto his every move, “I want to taste you…”
He inhales through his teeth.
“I want to kiss you there,” Danny falls off the couch to his knees, partially so he can scoot close to him for optimal access, and partially because they’re starting to give out under the weight of his fantasies. He settles between his knees and rubs his palms along the inseam of Jake’s legs, pushing them open with careful pressure, “I want you to wrap them around me while I taste you.”
He shrugs off his shirt, his pace becoming more hurried, “And then what?”
“I want to feel you inside my mouth, Darling.”
The telltale swell inside Jake’s pants is betraying his faltering composure.
Danny smiles, his hands moving up to trace the bare skin along his sides. He can feel the flex of his ribcage as his breathing picks up, “I want to feel you cum against my tongue.”
“ Fuck.” He breathes, barely forms the word.
“Down my throat.” Danny stalls his movements, waiting in smug anticipation. He wants Jake to be the one to finish taking off his pants. He wants to stretch this out, to make him quiver underneath him.
“And then what?” He asks, voice low and black eyes fixed on Danny’s lips.
He leans in to kiss him, feeling the desperate way he pushes against him, “And then I’m gonna keep sucking you off until you’re screaming at me to stop.” He couples those last few words with a carefully placed stroke against the front of his swollen jeans, smiling into his lips.
Jake’s voice slips out as a moan, already thick with pleasure. And they hadn’t even begun yet.
“Um sorry.” Someone says, along with the rustle of hurried movement.
Jake and Danny break their kiss and turn toward the intruder, faces flushed with heat. “Sorry, Sam.” They say in tandem.
“My god, I think you cooked my retinas out. Do me a favor and try not to molest my brother in front of me.” Sam is almost as red as they are, but he braves the awkwardness and enters despite the ruined moment.
Danny clambers from the floor and resumes his seat beside Jake, who crosses his legs in an attempt to hide the bulge in his pants. He shimmies his shirt back onto his shoulders and attempts to button it discreetly. Their faces are so red, they feel like they might blister, but beneath the redness they are hiding smiles. It feels like they’re children again, being caught doing something they shouldn’t.
“Sorry, Sammy,” Jake echoes again, letting a shred of his smug smile loose. He can’t ignore the throb of his heart at the thrill of near-discovery. If he’d chosen a different moment to wander in, he might’ve gotten even more of an eyeful.