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"There, right there. I'm so close." Danny's hands fisted against the couch cushions. His hips lifted and fell, his legs muscles tightened, his breathing hitched, then without any warning, Danny came. Hot streams of cum shot from him, filling Marshall's mouth until he couldn't swallow fast enough. He licked and sucked, drawing out every bit of fluid before he finally released him. He kept his hands on Danny's thighs, not wanting to break the connection they had together. "That was better than I dreamed it would be."
Danny smiled but didn't speak, looking too weak to even form words.
"You okay?"
Danny nodded.
The credits to the movie played on the TV. Marshall had forgotten it was even on. He reached for the remote and turned it off before moving to the couch and pulling a boneless Danny into his arms. "I have one more request."
"What's that?" Danny asked.
"Share my bed with me tonight? Let me go to sleep holding you."
Danny looked up at him. "Just sleep?"
"Yep. I liked waking up with you in my arms last night, but the couch isn't that comfortable. Just sleep, maybe some kissing if you want, but nothing more."
Danny nodded. "I'd like that."
"Good, do you want to shower together first?"
Danny tensed and pulled away.
"What did I say?"
"No showers together. I shower alone. Always." Danny wrapped his arms around his chest.
"Okay. I didn't know, but that's just fine. Let's both go clean up and get ready for bed. When you're ready, you can meet me in my room." He had no idea what the shower had triggered, but there was something going on there. He didn't care what it was. He just wouldn't push the issue. Not showering together wasn't an issue at all. He'd respect Danny's boundaries. "Just for the record, I loved what we shared tonight. It was beautiful, just like I knew it would be."
Danny's cheeks turned red. "I liked it too. It wasn't how I thought…"
"I told you. There is a difference between what you knew and what it's meant to be like. I'll never hurt you, Danny." He leaned in and kissed him. "Go get ready for bed and come join me when you're ready." He pushed up, offering a hand to Danny.
Danny took it, pulling his pants up as he stood. He gave Marshall a weak smile, then hurried down the hall.
Marshall locked up, then hurried to the bathroom. He showered, changed, and climbed into bed, excited to have Danny back in his arms, but as he watched the clock and the minutes tick by, Danny never joined him.
Leaving things as they were, Marshall turned off the light and went to bed, hoping what had happened between them hadn't just fucked everything up.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Danny watched as Marshall worked on his laptop at the kitchen table. He seemed to be concentrating on something important, but Danny wasn't sure what it was. After the night they'd shared, he was nervous and unsure how to handle the feelings that were suddenly hitting him.
He'd loved what they did, but that didn't make it right. He'd forced Marshall to do things just because he was curious and now things were different between them.
"What time's Jessica coming over?" Marshall asked.
Danny blinked, surprised by the question. "Um, around two." He glanced at the clock on the stove to see what time it was. "A couple of hours."
"I'll leave when she gets here and go into work for a few hours. That way, I won't be in the way and you two won't have to worry about hiding recipes from me." He grinned.
Danny smiled, slowly walking over to the table. "About last night…" He sat down beside Marshall. "I'm sorry I didn't come to your room."
"It's okay. I do understand."
"Do you? Because I'm not sure I do." Danny stared at the toe of his shoe.
"What don't you understand? Do you regret what we did?"
