We went down to the waterfront park and talked for a while as we walked along the river’s edge and checked out the view. Danny got a pleased smile on his face as he gazed out over the water, tilting his head back and breathing deeply, and I was reminded that Goose Run didn’t have a waterfront. Hell, they barely had running water. Personally, I was more interested in watching Danny than the view. A light breeze ruffled his hair, and I wondered what he’d say if I ran my fingers through it and pulled him in for a kiss right here, but I pushed the urge down.
“It’s nice here,” he said.
“It’s not so bad,” I said with a smile. “It suits me for now.”
“Oh yeah? What suits you for later?”
I looked out over the river. “A big city. It’s where I’ve always seen myself. New York, obviously, or D.C., maybe even overseas. I want to work somewhere a little more dynamic than Fisher Law. How about you? Any plans?”
He snorted and looked down at his feet. “Yeah.”
“Like what?”
“I’m gonna go to community college and become an EMT,” he said. “That’s it. That’s the plan. It’s not as exciting as yours.”
“Maybe not,” I said, “but at least you’d get a hot uniform.”
Danny laughed.
By the time we were ready to leave the park, the day had started to heat up, so we swung by the donut place by the college—Hole Foods—and grabbed some donuts and a couple of sodas. As we strolled back to my car, Danny opened his can, the soda giving a satisfying hiss, and tilted his head back and took a long swallow. My gaze locked on the way his throat bobbed. When he caught me watching, his mouth curled up into a teasing smile.
He said, “Hopewell’s real nice, but I think I’ve seen enough.” Glancing around the parking lot, he lowered his voice and added, “Maybe we could go back to your place, and I could ride you.”
My breath caught and heat bloomed in my gut. “Fuck, yes.”
So that was what we did.
The air between us crackled with anticipation, my blood running hot in my veins as we drove home, and when we got back to my apartment, we barely made it inside before I was dumping the donut box on the hall table and pulling at Danny’s clothes while he stripped me out of mine, both of us horny and desperate. We were naked and halfway to the bedroom while the echo of the front door slamming was still hanging in the air.
I lay back on the bed and leaned over to get the lube, but Danny was faster, grabbing the tube. He knelt up over my spread thighs, reached behind himself, and started opening his ass up for me. He made breathy little sounds, his eyelids fluttering closed as he sank slick fingers inside himself, and the sight almost had me coming on the spot.
Then Danny reached out and stroked my aching cock before rolling on a condom, slicking me up and sinking down with a soft grunt. I swore my soul left my body for a second as he clenchedaround me, and I might have whimpered. Danny grinned and eased himself up and down, setting a tortuously slow rhythm that had me panting and rolling my hips. His eyes danced with mischief as he reached out and tugged on one nipple, and the sting had me arching my back and whining.
“More?” he asked, clenching around me with a teasing smile.
I nodded, past words, and he laughed breathlessly and sped up his movements, bracing his palms against my chest as I fucked him hard and fast. I drilled up into his tight heat, doing my best to hit his prostate and nailing it if the noises he was making were anything to go by.
It was fast and messy and hot as fuck, and it didn’t take long for Danny to reach down, wrap a hand around his cock, and give himself a few short strokes before coming all over my stomach with a groan. His ass clamped down like a vise, and I gripped his hips and thrust up so I was buried deep inside him, my own orgasm thundering through me like an earthquake and shaking me to my core. And just like an earthquake, it took a while for the tremors to stop. My thighs shook and my balls clenched and I came in long pulses, and by the time I was done, I was gasping for breath.
Danny wasn’t much better, collapsing on top of me in a sweaty, cum-streaked mess. I found my arm wrapping around his back instinctively, and he hummed against my collarbone as his whole body went limp. We lay there until my cock softened and slipped out of him. He made an unhappy sound and rolled off to the side, but he stayed tucked up against me, warm and comfortable, and against my will I found my eyes drifting closed.
When I blinked awake again, Danny was propped on one elbow watching me, smiling the smile of a man who’s been thoroughly fucked. “Hey,” I said, voice rough from sleep. “You good?”
“I’m amazing. And so are you.” His nose wrinkled. “But I kinda gotta go. I have stuff to do.” The regret in his voice was genuine.
“Yeah, I get it. Someone’s gotta clean the bathroom.”
He snorted at that. “Wilder will have caved by now.”
I hesitated before asking, “So, could we maybe do this again sometime?”
Danny regarded me seriously and said, “Maybe? Miller, I’ve never been so well fucked in my life. I’m counting on us doing this again.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant the sex or sleeping over, but either way I couldn’t stop a smile spreading across my face. Sex with Danny was off the charts, and my ego and my cock both perked up knowing he felt the same. “I’ll call you then.”
“Yeah,” Danny said, and then we sat there grinning like a pair of fucked-out fools—which was exactly what we were—until Danny heaved a sigh and dragged himself upright and out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
As I listened to the shower running, warmth settled in my chest. Even though this was casual, it was still pretty great. Maybe being stuck in a small town wasn’t absolutely terrible, not if it came with a side of one hot guy who fucked like a champion. And hey, maybe while I was here, we could be slightly less-than-casual fuck buddies. That was a thing, right? I smiled to myself as I imagined spending more of my weekends with Danny.
