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bymagajonesDanny was dying inside, figuratively curling up into the fetal position and dying. How was he supposed to remember why he couldn’t have Steve when the man stood in front of him, water sliding down his body using the same path Danny wanted to take with his hands? He could barely remember what he was talking about much less keep his longings in check. Sure, Steve was muddy and grassy, but he was still Steve, and frankly, the idea of washing him off felt like slowly opening up that one Christmas present under the tree that had been just sitting there, taunting him, for weeks.
And now there was a waterfall? Danny was doomed.
His mind scrambled for something – anything – to keep his mind off of the firm line of Steve’s back, his incredible ass, those long, powerful legs. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to regain control, he almost tripped over a tree root, ignoring the smug look Steve shot his way.
They rounded a small curve as the river widened, and Danny could now hear it, the rush of the water, and then he saw it, a beautiful waterfall on the other side of what looked like a small pond.
“How deep is it out there?” He asked.
“What’s wrong, Danno? Can’t swim?”
“I can swim; I just prefer to do it in emergency situations, like if I have to rescue someone. I don’t swim for enjoyment.”
Steve looked at him, shocked. “Seriously?”
“I’ve never lived near a large enough body of water for it to matter that much,” Danny admitted, choosing not to remind Steve that it had been over ten years since it had even been an issue.
“Well, I haven’t been out there, so I don’t know how deep it is, but don’t worry. I’ll save you if you get into trouble.”
“I said I knew how to swim,” Danny insisted, determined now to drown rather than ask Steve for help if for some reason the old adage didn’t apply and swimming wasn’t like riding a bike after all. He took a determined step toward the water, but Steve held out a hand, blocking his path. He stopped short, making sure they didn’t touch. If Steve even so much as brushed past him, Danny wasn’t sure he wouldn’t tackle the man and have his way with him, mud and grass notwithstanding.
“Let me go first.” Evidently Steve was prepared for Danny’s objections, because he added quickly, “This is my land, and I’m more familiar with any kinds of… fish that might be in there.”
Danny didn’t like the idea that he’d have to be familiar with particular kinds of fish in order to be comfortable in the water; what he liked even less was Steve’s pause before use of said word, ‘fish’, as if there were other, only remotely fish-like things out there too. “Be my guest.”
After hiding his sword – Steve called it a knife, but anything longer than from his elbow to the tips of his fingers was a sword as far as Danny was concerned – Steve slowly waded into the water and trudged forward, looking down every so often but not seeming to be worried about anything. The water was barely up to his waist by the time he got to the waterfall and turned around to face Danny. “We’re good.”
Danny had never seen a striptease. He’d heard about them, masturbated to them, dreamt of them, but he’d never really thought he’d ever actually see one in person. And in truth, he still hadn’t seen one. But if they were even half as hot as watching the water slowly sluice down Steve’s powerful body, Danny would never be able to get through one alive. As it was, his heart was pounding so hard that he only knew Steve had talked because he’d watched the man’s mouth move.
Steve stared at him in silence, his eyes drilling into Danny’s, and Danny felt as if he could see all of the thoughts running through his head, all of the pure want that made his blood so hot that he felt like he was burning up from the inside. And all Danny could do was stand there and stare at Steve, so close but yet too far, since Danny couldn’t seem to make himself move. He wanted to say something, but his breath was coming out in pants. It was just as well, because he didn’t think anything he said would make any sense anyway.
“You’d have to wait until I was already out here –” Steve said, cutting off the thought as he waded back to shore, a dangerous grin on his face. He stopped a few feet in front of Danny and held out his hand.
Danny’s eyes moved from the hand back to Steve’s eyes, and he understood. Part of him just wanted Steve to reach out and take what they both wanted, but he knew that he had to meet Steve partway, to acknowledge that he wanted this just as much. Unfortunately, he still hadn’t regained control of his body.
He saw Steve’s smile start to fade, and he realized that there was no way he could reject Steve like that, make him think that Danny didn’t want him in the worst way. So using everything he had, he reached out, grabbed hold of Steve, and gave himself permission to just feel and be and enjoy, if only for one last time.
Steve pulled him into the water and continued to pull until Danny’s face was pressed against his chest. Danny didn’t mind, but he couldn’t resist saying, “Your muddy chest isn’t the most comfortable thing I’ve ever laid my head against, you know.” He felt Steve’s huff of laughter as the man pulled away, his hand still in Danny’s, and led him deeper into the water.
In no time at all they were underneath the waterfall, and Steve turned Danny away from him. Danny felt nothing but the water for a second until Steve’s fingers ran though his hair, gently detangling the knots, pulling out the twigs. Danny closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, the scalp massage, the magic of Steve’s fingers. Eventually, Steve worked his way down to Danny’s shoulders, and Danny couldn’t suppress the sigh that escaped him as he relaxed under Steve’s ministrations. He wasn’t aware he’d groaned until Steve spoke, smile evident in his voice.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm,” Danny agreed, focusing on Steve’s hands pressing against his back, slowly lowering until they hit his lower back, just above the curve of his butt. They took their time, the palms of his hands pressing in slow circles, easing out what little tension remained in his body. “You keep doing that, and you’re going to have to hold me up.”
Steve chuckled, his breath warm against Danny’s neck, and suddenly Danny couldn’t wait anymore. He turned and rose to his toes, his hand against the back of Steve’s head as he fused their lips together.
And it all disappeared – the haze from the dragon, the rush from the waterfall – everything except for Steve, Steve’s hands pressing against his sides, running through his chest hair, tweaking his nipple, causing Danny to moan into Steve’s mouth.
Feeling a little left out, Danny’s hands began to explore, trailing down the front of Steve’s body to wrap around and squeeze and twist just enough for Steve’s turn to moan, “Danny, Danny, Danny,” before Steve found Danny’s mouth again.
Running his free hand along the back of Steve’s neck, Danny slightly lost his balance, his mouth tearing away from Steve’s. “This isn’t going to work; you’re like a fucking giraffe,” he complained even as his mouth sought Steve’s again, their smiles fading with each passing second. Danny took his hand off Steve, ignoring the man’s disappointed groan, and shifted, Steve’s erection pressing against his stomach. He shifted again, slightly rocking from side to side. He might not be able to get them both off at the same time, but he was focused on Steve, the hitch in Steve’s breath with the friction. Steve’s mouth pressed against the side of Danny’s face, panting in Danny’s ear. It was one of the most erotic sounds Danny had ever heard. Realizing that Steve needed a little more of a push, Danny slid to his knees.
“Danny,” Steve whispered, his voice almost lost in the sound of falling water.
Gazing at Steve, Danny opened his mouth and took Steve in with one slow, deep slurp. Using one hand to cup Steve’s balls, Danny began bobbing his head, his eyes focused on Steve’s flushed face, watching Steve’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth open as he panted. Humming softly, Danny watched Steve come apart, reveling in the knowledge that he had done this, he’d taken Steve over the edge, and when Steve came with a shout, Danny swallowed everything, milking Steve until he was dry.
“Danny,” Steve said, bending down and pulling Danny up with him, his turn to wrap his hand over Danny.
Danny’s head fell on Steve’s chest, barely noticing the rise and fall of Steve’s breaths as he felt the pull and tug of Steve’s hand on him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding up against Steve’s hand, his turn to pant and groan until he fell himself shatter. He wasn’t sure how long it was before he gathered the energy to raise his head and smile up at Steve, who was grinning down at him, a happy, sleepy smile that made Danny heart soar.
“So, what’d we do with the soap?”
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And now there was a waterfall? Danny was doomed.
His mind scrambled for something – anything – to keep his mind off of the firm line of Steve’s back, his incredible ass, those long, powerful legs. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to regain control, he almost tripped over a tree root, ignoring the smug look Steve shot his way.
They rounded a small curve as the river widened, and Danny could now hear it, the rush of the water, and then he saw it, a beautiful waterfall on the other side of what looked like a small pond.
“How deep is it out there?” He asked.
“What’s wrong, Danno? Can’t swim?”
“I can swim; I just prefer to do it in emergency situations, like if I have to rescue someone. I don’t swim for enjoyment.”
Steve looked at him, shocked. “Seriously?”
“I’ve never lived near a large enough body of water for it to matter that much,” Danny admitted, choosing not to remind Steve that it had been over ten years since it had even been an issue.
“Well, I haven’t been out there, so I don’t know how deep it is, but don’t worry. I’ll save you if you get into trouble.”
“I said I knew how to swim,” Danny insisted, determined now to drown rather than ask Steve for help if for some reason the old adage didn’t apply and swimming wasn’t like riding a bike after all. He took a determined step toward the water, but Steve held out a hand, blocking his path. He stopped short, making sure they didn’t touch. If Steve even so much as brushed past him, Danny wasn’t sure he wouldn’t tackle the man and have his way with him, mud and grass notwithstanding.
“Let me go first.” Evidently Steve was prepared for Danny’s objections, because he added quickly, “This is my land, and I’m more familiar with any kinds of… fish that might be in there.”
Danny didn’t like the idea that he’d have to be familiar with particular kinds of fish in order to be comfortable in the water; what he liked even less was Steve’s pause before use of said word, ‘fish’, as if there were other, only remotely fish-like things out there too. “Be my guest.”
After hiding his sword – Steve called it a knife, but anything longer than from his elbow to the tips of his fingers was a sword as far as Danny was concerned – Steve slowly waded into the water and trudged forward, looking down every so often but not seeming to be worried about anything. The water was barely up to his waist by the time he got to the waterfall and turned around to face Danny. “We’re good.”
Danny had never seen a striptease. He’d heard about them, masturbated to them, dreamt of them, but he’d never really thought he’d ever actually see one in person. And in truth, he still hadn’t seen one. But if they were even half as hot as watching the water slowly sluice down Steve’s powerful body, Danny would never be able to get through one alive. As it was, his heart was pounding so hard that he only knew Steve had talked because he’d watched the man’s mouth move.
Steve stared at him in silence, his eyes drilling into Danny’s, and Danny felt as if he could see all of the thoughts running through his head, all of the pure want that made his blood so hot that he felt like he was burning up from the inside. And all Danny could do was stand there and stare at Steve, so close but yet too far, since Danny couldn’t seem to make himself move. He wanted to say something, but his breath was coming out in pants. It was just as well, because he didn’t think anything he said would make any sense anyway.
“You’d have to wait until I was already out here –” Steve said, cutting off the thought as he waded back to shore, a dangerous grin on his face. He stopped a few feet in front of Danny and held out his hand.
Danny’s eyes moved from the hand back to Steve’s eyes, and he understood. Part of him just wanted Steve to reach out and take what they both wanted, but he knew that he had to meet Steve partway, to acknowledge that he wanted this just as much. Unfortunately, he still hadn’t regained control of his body.
He saw Steve’s smile start to fade, and he realized that there was no way he could reject Steve like that, make him think that Danny didn’t want him in the worst way. So using everything he had, he reached out, grabbed hold of Steve, and gave himself permission to just feel and be and enjoy, if only for one last time.
Steve pulled him into the water and continued to pull until Danny’s face was pressed against his chest. Danny didn’t mind, but he couldn’t resist saying, “Your muddy chest isn’t the most comfortable thing I’ve ever laid my head against, you know.” He felt Steve’s huff of laughter as the man pulled away, his hand still in Danny’s, and led him deeper into the water.
In no time at all they were underneath the waterfall, and Steve turned Danny away from him. Danny felt nothing but the water for a second until Steve’s fingers ran though his hair, gently detangling the knots, pulling out the twigs. Danny closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, the scalp massage, the magic of Steve’s fingers. Eventually, Steve worked his way down to Danny’s shoulders, and Danny couldn’t suppress the sigh that escaped him as he relaxed under Steve’s ministrations. He wasn’t aware he’d groaned until Steve spoke, smile evident in his voice.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm,” Danny agreed, focusing on Steve’s hands pressing against his back, slowly lowering until they hit his lower back, just above the curve of his butt. They took their time, the palms of his hands pressing in slow circles, easing out what little tension remained in his body. “You keep doing that, and you’re going to have to hold me up.”
Steve chuckled, his breath warm against Danny’s neck, and suddenly Danny couldn’t wait anymore. He turned and rose to his toes, his hand against the back of Steve’s head as he fused their lips together.
And it all disappeared – the haze from the dragon, the rush from the waterfall – everything except for Steve, Steve’s hands pressing against his sides, running through his chest hair, tweaking his nipple, causing Danny to moan into Steve’s mouth.
Feeling a little left out, Danny’s hands began to explore, trailing down the front of Steve’s body to wrap around and squeeze and twist just enough for Steve’s turn to moan, “Danny, Danny, Danny,” before Steve found Danny’s mouth again.
Running his free hand along the back of Steve’s neck, Danny slightly lost his balance, his mouth tearing away from Steve’s. “This isn’t going to work; you’re like a fucking giraffe,” he complained even as his mouth sought Steve’s again, their smiles fading with each passing second. Danny took his hand off Steve, ignoring the man’s disappointed groan, and shifted, Steve’s erection pressing against his stomach. He shifted again, slightly rocking from side to side. He might not be able to get them both off at the same time, but he was focused on Steve, the hitch in Steve’s breath with the friction. Steve’s mouth pressed against the side of Danny’s face, panting in Danny’s ear. It was one of the most erotic sounds Danny had ever heard. Realizing that Steve needed a little more of a push, Danny slid to his knees.
“Danny,” Steve whispered, his voice almost lost in the sound of falling water.
Gazing at Steve, Danny opened his mouth and took Steve in with one slow, deep slurp. Using one hand to cup Steve’s balls, Danny began bobbing his head, his eyes focused on Steve’s flushed face, watching Steve’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth open as he panted. Humming softly, Danny watched Steve come apart, reveling in the knowledge that he had done this, he’d taken Steve over the edge, and when Steve came with a shout, Danny swallowed everything, milking Steve until he was dry.
“Danny,” Steve said, bending down and pulling Danny up with him, his turn to wrap his hand over Danny.
Danny’s head fell on Steve’s chest, barely noticing the rise and fall of Steve’s breaths as he felt the pull and tug of Steve’s hand on him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding up against Steve’s hand, his turn to pant and groan until he fell himself shatter. He wasn’t sure how long it was before he gathered the energy to raise his head and smile up at Steve, who was grinning down at him, a happy, sleepy smile that made Danny heart soar.
“So, what’d we do with the soap?”
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