“Yes,” Paul assured him, giving Danny a seductive smile. “It’s a game. No losers, only winners. It’s fun. Wanna play?”
Danny swallowed hard, his eyes still narrowed as they ran over Paul. “I should say no.”
“Oh, you should,” Paul agreed, feeling wonderfully devious as he reached for the hem of his shirt and worked at pulling it over his head, being slow about revealing his stomach muscles, watching with a sense of satisfaction as Danny’s gaze started to follow his movements. “Say no, Danny Boy. That makes it fun. I like a challenge.”
“You’re a freak.”
“I know,” Paul said with a wide-eyed look of false innocence before he finally tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He leaned into Danny, licking his lips for one long moment before their eyes met. “Can I touch you?”
“Sure,” Danny sighed, his voice low and breathy, the tension falling out of his shoulders as he leaned back on his open palm.
Paul reached out, running his hand over Danny’s thigh before he cupped his cock through his jeans, rubbing his palm against the long length of it. “You’re hard.”
“Yup.” Danny lifted his eyebrows, not appearing too put out over his defeat. “You win. Happy?”
“Not yet.” Paul ran his hand over Danny’s stomach, his fingers tracing the outline of the muscles there as he gave him another soft look. His cock was hard too, his skin humming with arousal. The rasp of desire in his voice wasn’t an act as he looked at Danny longingly, falling victim to his own spell because Danny was just that compelling. “I wanna please you. Will you tell me how?”
Danny reached out to him, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Paul’s neck and tugging him forward. Paul went with it, his eyes closing under the weight of his desire. He gave in to the moment and let Danny claim his lips in a hard, searing kiss. Danny’s tongue slid into his mouth as if he owned him and if Paul wasn’t hard and aching, desperate for more of what Danny had to offer, he would have laughed in his face.
Danny’s hand tightened in his hair, jerking his head back without warning. Paul groaned in response, arching into him obediently as he marveled at how good it felt to be with Danny, how desperately he could ache for him. It was as if the blinders to his vision had been lifted and he wanted to make up for every moment the two of them had missed. He had barely paid attention in class, he was too focused on Danny and an eager need to get back to the place he was right now.
He should have been shocked at himself for wanting Danny as badly as he did but after coming to terms with being not just a masochist, but a submissive as well, getting off on being with his best friend, who happened to be one of the most naturally dominant people he had ever come across, wasn’t that big of a deal.
Danny moaned as he pulled away, studying Paul’s face with stark hunger. “You’re so sexy.”
“Thank you,” Paul whispered, licking his lips slowly, longing for more.
“Will you jerk off for me?” Danny asked, his voice raspy against the curve of Paul’s neck when he leaned down to lick at the sensitive skin. “I wanna watch.”
Paul reached down to the button of his jeans, the fine art of slow seduction lost as he scrambled to do what Danny wanted. He shoved them past his hips as he fell onto his back on the hard floor. Pushing his underwear down, he fisted his hard cock and stroked it from root to tip. He hadn’t realized how sexually pent-up he was until that first stroke. His back arched and his eyes slammed closed as the pleasure washed over him.
It would feel good even if he wasn’t jerking off in front of Danny, but after replaying the previous night in his head all day, lying on the floor in front of him, jerking himself in an act of wanton abandon, had him groaning out loud from the surge of desire and pleasure he was giving himself.
“God,” Danny groaned
Paul’s head lolled to the side. He fought the pleasure and opened his eyes, seeing Danny staring at him, his chest rising and falling sharply with rapid pants of desperation. He looked wild right then, untamable, and undeniably sexual as his gaze met Paul’s, the stunned hunger shining in his dark eyes.
Paul couldn’t look away. Spellbound by the erotic power Danny wielded so effortlessly, a power he wasn’t even aware he had, Paul fucked his hand in strong, sure strokes as Danny watched. He wanted to stop time and stay in this moment forever, with the lust between the two of them choking the air out of the room and the exquisite torture of his building climax holding him just beyond oblivion.
But life was never that kind to him and he moaned, biting his lip and tasting the copper tang of blood as he fought against the throb of pleasure that felt too good to be denied. “I’m gonna come,” he admitted with a gasp of anguish. “I should’ve jerked off at school before I got here.”