Page 19 of Lovesick Gods

No one had touched Danny in months. His short list ofanyonewho’d touched him was dismal. Not that he’d ever wanted a long list of conquests, but he could count them all on one hand and still have an extra finger left.

Well. Not anymore.

With Danny’s jeans and underwear at his ankles, knees parted to let Cho in, Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away. One of Cho’s hands had a hold of him, the other braced on his thigh. Danny’s jacket was still caught at his elbows. Shimmying his arms free, he reached forward for the side of Cho’s face, slid his fingers into the silky black hair up to the crown of his head, and pulled him closer.

“So impatient,” Cho snickered and descended of his own accord.

Spreading his legs wider, Danny watched with rapt attention as Cho’s lips parted, as he held Danny firm and—

“Fuck.” Danny had to drop his head back into the cushions at the slick, smoothheatas it enveloped him.

Nails scratching along Cho’s scalp through his long, dark hair, Danny didn’t hold him in place, just kept contact and urged him on with the desperate curl of his fingers. He let his mind go blank and watched the slow slide between Cho’s lips.

It had been so long. He was going to finish soon. Too soon…

Then his phone erupted from his jacket pocket with the theme fromFirefly.

Shit. Andre.

“They can wait thirty seconds,” Cho husked out before he hastened his pace.

“I think you’re…overestimating my...s-stamina right now.”

Cho didn’t respond with words. He massaged into Danny’s thigh with his thumb until Danny could feel the peak approaching and was so ready to plummet over the edge.

“Ch-Cho…I’m…”

But Cho didn’t listen, didn’t care, rode through Danny’s release with him, and stayed there between his legs until Danny’s hips finished stuttering upwards. Huffing out a long, drawn-out breath, Danny felt boneless as he sank into the sofa.

Cho looked at him with sinfully flushed cheeks. Danny wanted to kiss the taste of himself right out of that smug mouth. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, he hauled Cho up, kissed him deep, then let the thief tumble back to the floor as he snatched his phone from his jacket pocket.

“What?”

Settling onto his knees with a satisfied leer, Cho ran his hand up the inside of Danny’s thigh.

“Interrupt something?” Danny nearly choked as he tried to laugh off how over-sensitive he was right now, but he was already hard again, which Cho took note of with a curious tilt of his head—accelerated healing had more than one side effect. “Almost,” Danny admitted, “so this better be an emergency.” He listened. And groaned. At least Andre was apologetic. “You can’t be serious, really? Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. Two minutes.”

Cho’s hand pulled away, his expression turning more neutral as he stared at Danny expectantly. Danny didn’t try to hide how disappointed he was by the interruption.

“No, Andre, it’s fine. I’ll just blow some steam off another night. See ya soon.” He tossed his phone onto the cushion beside him. Cho had never met Andre or Lynn in person, but he’d learned their names listening in on Danny during past encounters and had even taunted him about having so easily given up his team’s identities. Danny had scolded himself backthen for being so careless; he didn’t doubt that Cho knew much more than their names by now.

“Rain check, I take it?” Cho said.

“Virgil Labs was robbed. An assistant went in late to grab a file she forgot and found the place cleaned out. No evidence left behind, not even a shred, at least not that the officers on the scene can find. Andre said if there were any reports of ice residue he’d think it was you.”

That prompted a return of Cho’s smirk. “I’m flattered.”

Sitting up, Danny reached for his shorts and jeans. “Look, uhh…”

“Go,” Cho said as he rose, the bulge in his slacks making Danny pause as he zipped up, becausethatwas impressive and he hadn’t even gotten a look at it yet. “You can pay me back another time. I’m looking forward to the offer you made in Pronto. Now I know you weren’t just yanking my chain.”

Slipping on his jacket, Danny grabbed his phone and stood to follow Cho as he walked ahead of him to the door. “I can yank it all you want tomorrow night. Shit, no…” he remembered his date with Andre, “not tomorrow. Has to be the next night. But I’ll text you?”

“You have the number.” Cho stood by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, hiding any frustration he might be feeling, though the bulge was still present.

Once Danny had his shoes on, a wicked idea struck him. He hadn’t thought about a goodbye kiss exactly, but the whole point was to leave Cho wanting more, to make him want Danny so badly that it would break his heart when he finally left him. Maybe this interruption worked in Danny’s favor.

He stepped up close to Cho and crowded his space as the man stood there acting all unmoved and cold. As Danny leaned in just shy of pressing their lips together, he reached forward to grab hold of the tented line of Cho’s slacks. Impressive indeed.

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