Wallflowers by Sean Michael Read Free Book Online Page B

Come on, I want to feel you." Ry pushed against his fingers.
    His fingertips pushed in, spreading, surrounded by heat.
    "Oh fuck!" Ry groaned, so tight around his fingers.
    "Baby. Baby, you're squeezing me. You're going to be tight around my cock."
    Ry's answer was a moan, hands landing on his chest.
    His fingers went deep and he curled them in the muscled channel, searching for Ryan's gland.
    "Fuck!"
    Bingo! DJ kept working it, focusing on nothing but touching and stroking, over and over.
    "Oh, God. Oh, fuck." Ry kept vocalizing, moving with him. "Shit, you're going to make me shoot if you're not careful."
    "Wait for me. Wait
    til I'm in you. I need you." His fucking balls ached, his cock leaking.
    Ry rose up, letting his fingers go, and a condom was smoothed down over his cock by Ry's trembling fingers.
    "Please, baby." His balls drew up tight, aching.
    Ry grabbed hold of his cock again, pressed it against that tight hole. "In me, Danny. In me."
    Hands flailing for a moment, DJ searched for a place for them to land, to settle. Grabbing his hands, Ry put one on his hip, the other one on the man's hot prick.
    "So hard for me." His hips rolled up.
    A low, needy moan sounded, Ryan taking him all in. Oh, fuck. Hot. Tight. For a second DJ couldn't even breathe.
    "Danny. Danny. Oh, God. Oh, God." Ryan sounded desperate.
    His shoulders left the mattress, bucked up, pushing deep. Crying out, Ryan came down hard on him. Shit, yes. They found a restless, awkward rhythm, the mattress soft underneath him. He jacked that sweet cock, pulling more moans, more shudders out of Ryan.
    Bending forward, Ry brought their mouths together, the kiss wet and sloppy and perfect. He worked the tip of Ry's cock, his own need so close to the surface that he couldn't bear it much longer.
    Ry pulled up and started bouncing on him, little movements that matched the sounds Ryan made.
    "Soon. Soon, baby." He couldn't hold on.
    "Yeah. Please. Oh, God." Ryan slammed down on him one more time, and come sprayed out of him.
    DJ sobbed, head tossing as he bucked up, drove into Ryan's perfect body. The ripples drew up, all around his cock, pulling his come out of him.
    Ryan collapsed down onto him, breath panting over his neck. "Danny. Love. Fuck."
    "Uh-huh." Also, wow.
    They panted together for awhile, and then Ryan shifted, sliding off him and getting rid of the condom from around his prick.
    "I... Have you eaten, baby?"
    "Are you hungry?" countered Ryan. "We could order Chinese or Italian or something."
    "I'd love that. I have Mama Lu's on speed dial."
    "Perfect. I don't care what you order for mains, as long as there's tiramisu for dessert."
    "I'll see what Kim says." He sat up, reached for his phone, and pressed one.
    * * * *
    Something wet was licking his face. Wet and cold-nosed. Ryan groaned and batted at his own face, connecting with a furry muzzle. What the-- Oh. Right. Walter. He was at DJ's. In fact, he was in bed with DJ.
    He wrinkled his nose when his lips were licked again. "Go
    way, Walter."
    "Walter, go outside and do your business." DJ sat up, hair going every which way. "You sleep okay?"
    Ry blinked as Walter did as he was told, going out onto the balcony through what turned out was a doggie door.
    "Yeah, really good. You?" He slid his hand through DJ's hair.
    "You snuggle. It's wonderful."
    He chuckled. He hadn't known he was a snuggler. He'd never really had a chance. Even when he and DJ had been together, there'd always been the fear they'd be caught. This was new, being able to linger, touch, not worry. It was...luxurious. It was magical. It was fucking his.
    Danny's room was big, open, with lots of wall space for someone with an interest in art, with a collection of weird neon signs. He wondered how DJ might feel about sharing this place with him someday.
    He'd been so worried ever since he'd decided to really do this. Talking to the owner, and then his immediate boss, hadn't really alleviated that. Only DJ had. He'd been more worried about