It was a different sort of thing, what with the external plot and a modicum of suspense. I mean it's not like you don't know that it's all going to work out or even that the identity of the villain is a secret, but still it was very different for me to write.
I also had fun using my errr ancestral town (can I say that?) as the setting. Both my parents grew up in Easton, PA and I've spent enough time there to have a love/hate relationship with it. Getting off at the appropriate exit doesn't give me hives like the exit to the town I grew up in does, but still visiting Easton is not without its stressors. But it was fun to set a book somewhere where I was confident about the feel of the neighborhoods, instead of relying on Google Maps.
If you've stuck with me this long, I suppose I owe you some sort of smutty excerpt, hmm?
Trey didn't take his eyes from the pile of papers Danny had been looking through. “Maybe I’m trying to figure out why this is suddenly so interesting to you. You haven’t spoken to me in fifteen years. So why now?”
“You know why.”
There was none of the playfulness in Danny’s voice now. Just a familiar need. Familiar from the wakefulness on those dark nights when he’d sneaked into Danny’s room. Familiar because it was the same earnest voice that had welcomed him under the blankets. Familiar in the way Danny was waiting for him to make the first move before he’d kiss Trey back like it was his only hold on life. But they weren’t seventeen anymore.
Trey looked up. And that was a huge mistake. Because Danny was close, so close Trey would know how hard the muscles were under the soft black sweater if he took one more step.
“Ah, fuck it.” Trey reached out and grabbed Danny’s head, pulling him into a kiss.
Hard, like it had been then, when neither of them had known what they were doing, a quick thrust of tongues, Danny’s teeth dragging over Trey’s bottom lip, pulling his mouth open.
And then it was nothing like back then, because they did know what they were doing now. Knew the right pressure, the way to ask and get what they needed.
Danny gripped Trey’s shoulders and shoved him back into the wall, long lean frame pressing against him, grinding hard.
They shouldn’t. Trey shouldn’t. But Danny had always pulled Trey in like iron to true north. That pull wouldn’t let up until the fucking world stopped spinning. Saying no to Danny was about as easy as saying no to oxygen. Mouth opening wider, Danny ground his hips in harder, the rough urgency as familiar as the strength of the body pinning him was new.
Trey tilted his hips, the growl in his throat trapped by the force of Danny’s tongue licking deep into his mouth. Damn, Trey needed skin. One hand on Danny’s spine to keep him close, Trey slid his other hand between them, working first on his fly and then on Danny’s. His hips slid back to let Trey shove their jeans down, then Danny’s hot dick slapped right into Trey’s hand.
Trey grinned at Danny’s gasp. “You always walk around so ready, Danny?”
Danny pulled his head back enough to look at Trey’s face. “Busy chasing bad guys. No time for underwear.” He lifted the elastic waistband over Trey’s heavy cock and then circled Trey’s wrist with his fingers.
Danny used his grip to move Trey’s captured hand, a few quick strokes on Danny’s dick and then he pulled Trey’s hand up, pinned it to the wall over their heads so their cocks slid together. Skin. Hot silky skin, and God, just a bit of slick.
And that’s why he’d always known. Even as a teenager. Cock to cock with Danny, no way to pretend it was anything but another guy. No matter what else he tried, he couldn’t forget how good it felt like this.
Now he knew a whole lot more than just a quick grind in the dark. And he wanted everything he couldn’t let them have back then. Wanted it now.
Danny arched, making their cocks drag together. His sweater clung to the soft cotton of Trey’s faded Henley shirt, dragging it up until their bellies touched. Trey jerked his hand free of Danny’s grip and yanked his sweater up over his head, running a hand down over his pecs, thumb rubbing hard over a flat brown nipple until Danny groaned and jerked his hips, sweet friction on their dicks.
Danny shoved Trey’s shirt up, pulling hard enough to rip the thin cotton when the buttons stuck on Trey’s head. A button pinged off the metal desk and then their chests came together, the dusting of hair on Danny’s scraping against Trey’s nipples, muscles and skin hot in the chill of the basement.
Trey slid his hands down the tight muscles in Danny’s back until he cupped the even tighter muscles of his ass, lifting him, sealing their bodies together. Danny’s weight drove him back against the wall and everything was hot and rough and still damned close to perfect. Quick wet kisses as their dicks dragged against each other with enough friction to send Trey sliding into an embarrassingly quick orgasm.
He shifted his grip on Danny’s ass until he could slide a finger along the crease. Danny groaned and pressed impossibly closer, like he could somehow fit them inside each other with force alone. Trey rubbed his dry finger over Danny’s hole, pushing just enough to dip the tip inside.
Danny dropped his head onto Trey’s shoulder, panting, hips pumping, a shock of heat flooding between them. Danny’s come dripping hot over Trey’s dick sent him over, fingers tightening on Danny’s ass while long spasms jerked the heat from his own body, adding to the come smeared between their bodies.
Trey let his head fall back against the corkboard with a deep thud, but it didn’t seem to restore his common sense. He still wanted to take Danny upstairs, into his bed, where they could try some of those things they’d missed out on fifteen years ago. When Trey had been too scared, scared of himself and scared of Danny to let it go that far. Trey had plenty of time off in the bank. He’d take a few days leave and they’d live on pizza and sex until the lube ran out.