“Me too, same reason,” Paul said and then grinned. “Well, not the exact same reason. I was never fucking a known member of the mafia. But you know, in the bad sexual choices contest, I win.”
Danny gave a bark of laughter. “You do win, and that’s saying something because I’ve made some seriously fucked-up sexual choices. I’ve given blowjobs for cash, which means I’m a part-time prostitute. Topping that is a real special trick.”
Paul laughed with him. “What can I say, I’m a natural winner.”
“In all things,” Danny agreed, his smile bright in the darkness. “Lucky you.”
It made no sense at all, but the two of them cracked up, laughing over their fucked-up lives and horrible choices. Paul rolled onto his back next to Danny, still laughing hilariously and looking up at the ceiling. He stretched, enjoying the burn in his back caused from all his weight being on it.
“Stop it.” Danny put a hand on Paul’s stomach, pushing him halfheartedly. “Get off your back. Jason said you’re supposed to sleep on your stomach or side.”
“Jason can bite me,” Paul said, his voice gravelly. The pain and Danny’s fingers on his stomach, tracing the muscles there as if he couldn’t resist, started to make him hard. He was seriously pissed off at Danny for bringing up Jason and ruining the moment. “Please don’t blow that asshole.”
“You know,” Danny started, lifting his head to glare at Paul. “He’s worked really hard at keeping you out of the hospital. Jason’s a very nice guy.”
“Whatever.” Paul rolled his eyes. “I don’t like hearing about you sucking anyone’s dick, but especially a hardcore submissive like Jason. That’s like, the biggest turn-off I can think of. The idea of you being submissive, if even a little, is not sexy.”
“Fuck you,” Danny growled, his eyes still narrowed in defensiveness. “I’d rim Jason until my tongue went numb if he asked me too. I owe him your life. I’d do anything for him.”
Not really comfortable with Danny’s passion for his health and safety, Paul asked, “How do you rim someone?”
Danny stared at him for a long moment, a smile quirking at his lips before a laugh burst out of him. “That’s certainly something you need to learn hands on. It’d be lost in translation otherwise.”
“What is it?” Paul pressed, now genuinely curious.
“I’m not telling you. Really, you’d have to experience it; just hearing about it could ruin it.”
“Do you like it?”
“Sure.” Danny stretched out, his hands pushing against the wall as he arched his back. “It’s one of those secret pleasures gay men don’t tell others about. Feels really good. What’s not to like?”
“Come on, Danny Boy, you gotta tell me.” Paul gave Danny his most charming smile. “Please.”
“Nope.” Danny looked unmoved by Paul’s pleading. “It’s a hands-on learning experience or nothing at all.”
“I’m not opposed to hands-on learning,” Paul said, raising his eyebrows hopefully. “I’m game if you are.”
Danny considered him, his gaze on Paul’s face before it drifted lower, running over his bare chest and the top part of his stomach not covered by the blanket. “You’re still recovering,” Danny mumbled. “I shouldn’t.”
“I feel good,” Paul argued. “Real good.”
Danny pulled a face. “Yeah, but again, not the best judge, are you? You feeling good is probably a bad sign.”
“Fine.” Paul shrugged, trying to be casual as he rolled onto his side away from Danny. “I’ll find someone else to show me.”
“Good luck finding a chick who’s into it.”
“Who says I was gonna ask a woman?” Paul craned his neck to look at Danny over his shoulder. “There are lots of gay BDSM clubs. I’m sure I can find someone who gets a hard dick over teaching blushing virgins a few things.”
“You’re not a virgin,” Danny reminded him, his body suddenly tense as he glared at Paul. “And you were never blushing.”
“Oh, but I can pretend,” Paul said, his voice husky and taunting. “I can be sweet and innocent, really make him believe he’s staking a claim. Maybe I’ll even let him fuck—”
Danny cut him off by gripping his shoulder and forcing him roughly onto his back. “I don’t like this game,” he growled as he crawled over Paul and grabbed his face, his fingers biting into his cheeks. “It’s not funny.”