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He brought one of Quinn's hands up, sucking and licking at
those fingers, teeth sliding over the tips. Quinn groaned, hips
jerking. Touching his lips, dipping inside, Quinn brought those
wet fingers out, pushed them down to dip into his slit, to slide
down around his balls.
"Oh, sweet fuck." His body went tight, eyes just rolling,
balls going tight as hell.
"Yeah. Yeah, babe." Quinn stroked him, pulled at him,
biting down on the skin of his nape, just pounding him.
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Every nerve in his body felt like it was firing, hot and sharp
and too fucking good to hold in. His cry split the air as he
shot, back bowing with the pleasure.
"Fuck!" It was a snarl, right next to his ear, and Quinn
rode out his spasms, filling him with heat soon after.
He gasped for air, heart just pounding. "You ... oh, sweet
fuck. You remember how, Quinn."
"So do you, Danny. Damn."
He chuckled, Quinn's cock slipping from him as they
settled into each other.
"I think we jogged the old memory for sure. Jesus,
Danny." Quinn held him easily as they sort of toppled,
spooning right up.
"Hell, yes. I'm thinking if I forget that anytime soon, I'm
seriously slipping." He couldn't stop grinning, pleasure still
sliding through him in random arcs.
"Mmm. Yeah. I'll make it my personal mission to make
sure you don't lose it." Quinn nuzzled up to him, and he
figured they could nap until lunch. Then maybe they could
remind each other again.
He settled, cheek against Quinn's arm, the scent of them
together strong and right. Maybe reminding first, then
lunch.***
Sunday morning rolled around way too soon. Quinn woke
up flat on his back, one arm out and supporting Dan's head,
and for a wild moment he almost woke Danny up, got in the
truck, and drove until the road ended.
He didn't, because if there was one thing old Sam had
finally drilled into his brain it was responsibility. And Quinn
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liked his job. Oh, not the assignment he was on now, but in
the bigger picture he was pretty happy. Even if he was
considering early retirement, because at his age they started
expecting you to do management jobs, or shit like he was
doing now.
Quinn sighed, easing out from under Danny and sliding out
of the tent to take a leak. Then he fed Rags and ran him a bit
and started on breakfast. Least he could do was return the
favor.
Dan crept out of the tent about the time the coffee was
done, a sweet, dark mark on one shoulder that got hidden by
a heavy flannel shirt. "Morning."
"Morning. Eggs and sausage." He grinned over, trying not
to let his own dull mood take the morning.
"Mmm ... Yummy." Dan came up behind him, hands warm
on his ass. "You okay?"
"Just not wanting to go back. I'm a selfish bastard." He
turned, took Danny's hand and drew him close for a kiss.
Dan opened up for him, free hand on his nape tugging
them closer. They kissed long and deep, their rough stubble
burning each other's skin. He shifted, trying to get more, to
rub against Dan, only to yelp when his back pocket hit the hot
sausage skillet.
"Shit! That's a hell of a way to wake up."
"That ass is mine, now. No burning it up." Dan turned him
to look, fingers sliding over his hip.
"I'm okay. Just singed me a bit." That possessiveness was
very real, and it made him half hard just thinking about it.
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Those hands kept touching, kept petting him. "You sure?
Maybe I should take a closer look."
"I bet you ought to. But we'd best eat first." No sense
wasting the food, and the anticipation would make it all the
better.
A low, husky chuckle tickled his jaw. "Sausage before the
sausage. Good plan."
"You're a sick man, Danny." He liked it. A lot. Quinn served
up breakfast and they fed each other. Now, he had to admit
scrambled eggs were not as sexy as french fries, but he
figured they still did good, and Rags only tried to take their
fingers off once.
It was the laughter that was addictive, Dan leaning against
his shoulder and sharing dirty jokes, teasing him blatantly.
Damn, it was nice. The humor would leave, the tension
would come back, for both of them. But it would come even
sooner if he dwelled on it, so Quinn pushed the nagging
thoughts aside and laughed and played and threatened Danny
with dishwater.
"Don't make me put you over my knee!" The threat had
them both laughing hard, Dan red-cheeked and bright eyed.
"Oh, God." He wheezed, and Rags started dancing around
them, barking his fool head off until they both threw him
some food and he stopped. "I think it's time for that once
over, Danny."
Dan stood, moving real good for the cold in the air, and
nodded, grabbing his waistband and hauling him toward the
tent.
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He went easily, doing a bit of grabbing of his own, gently
goosing Dan's ass. Dan settled on his knees on the air
mattress, hands working his belt open, his zipper down.
"Yeah. Damn, babe." He got them all zipped in again,
enclosing them in their own little world before starting on his
own clothes. Only to get distracted when Danny's hips and
thighs appeared.
Danny was hard, cock curling up toward that flat belly, the
scars almost like decorations.
They reminded him of his tattoo. Like a rite of passage.
Quinn reached for them, moving his hands lightly around
Danny's cock, not quite touching it with his thumbs as he
stroked each raised line of skin.
"Oh." Those green eyes stared down, not hidden behind
the reading glasses yet, just looking at his hands, his fingers.
That look made him move more slowly, made him
concentrate on each tiny fold of skin, each little nick and cut.
He couldn't think of how that must have hurt, could only think
of how those scars made Dan look, how they felt under his
hands.
"Don't stop, Quinn. Please." Dan shifted, almost swaying
under his hands.
"Not going to, babe. You can't even imagine how you look.
How you feel." He didn't know what the heck it was that
made him want to talk to Danny like he never had to anyone
else, but he did. Wanted Danny to hear it as well as feel it.
"I used to hate them." Danny's voice was low, almost a
whisper.
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"Yeah. I can see that. A constant reminder." As if Danny
didn't remind himself every day. Quinn bent, leaning down to
press his lips to one long scar on Danny's right thigh.
Dan groaned, entire body rippling, the scent of need
suddenly heady. From thigh to hip he licked and nibbled,
letting his rough stubbled chin drag across Danny's cock.
"Oh, Christ. That. Oh." That cock leapt, pushed against his
chin.
Quinn wanted more of those noises. More of that jerky,
needy movement. He licked at the crease between thigh and
hip, moved lower to lift Danny's balls with his tongue.
"Make me need." Danny's thighs parted, sacs drawing up.
"Make me crazy." Fuck, the scent there was all male, all
musk. Perfect. Quinn went looking for the taste to match,
licking, sucking.
"Oh. Oh." Danny arched, panting for him, low, needy
noises just filling the air.
He finally moved up, pushing his tongue into the slit of
Danny's cock, taking up all of the liquid there, moaning at the
saltybittersweet.
"So good..." Danny's hips shifted, rubbing the swollen
head in and out of his lips.
"Yeah, babe. Yeah." He was so fucking greedy for it.
Needing it so bad. Quinn took Danny all the way down, lips
sealing tight around the base. Danny's hands settled on his
shoulders, squeezing, trembling more than a little. Words
started to fall around him promises and prayers and pleas.
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