Page 21 of Thrill
He instantly realised he’d given too much away. Danny stared out to sea.
“Not really. Just set my head going. That’s all.”
“Bullshit,” Andy said. “You fancied him.”
“Dad. Jesus.”
He turned to Andy to find him smirking. It was useless, Danny had never been able to lie to either of his parents.
“Okay. Well maybe a bit.”
“If he feels the same way and is half decent, he won’t give a shit what you do?”
Danny considered it. “It’s possible. People upstairs are so bloody snobby about us though. He’ll probably go that way.”
“You sound like Stan now.”
Andy had worked with Stan on building sites before Stan had made the move to the Pleasure Seekers warehouse. He liked to pretend he was really matey with Andy, who in turn couldn’t stand him.
“God forbid,” Danny said. “You could be right though. He did seem really decent.”
“There you go then. Don’t throw away happiness. Me and your mum have been through more shit than all of our mates put together. I couldn’t live without that woman. I want you to have that, son.”
“Even if it’s another man?”
Andy frowned. “Of course. We’ve never had a problem with that.”
Danny had lost many friends when he’d been forced to come out. His family had remained steadfastly by his side.
“Bloody love you,” he said.
“So you should. Now I think we’d better get a cab home and let your mother fuss over her wounded prince. Come on, loser.”
The bath was far too small. Danny usually preferred a shower. Lisa had taken one look at his knee and run one for him. The whole place stank of antiseptic liquid. It reminded him of being a kid and coming in with scuffs all over him from playing football.
He sat up so his legs were submerged and grimaced at the instant stinging.
If Tyler saw this, he wouldn’t be all that interested.
Once he could stand it no more, he shifted down. His legs were hanging out of the bath as the water caressed his upper body.
He really needed to get this guy out of his brain. A co-worker crush at twenty-eight? So not cool. Besides, no one at work knew Danny swung both ways. Not that he was ashamed of it. He just refused to discuss his sex life with Stan. What if he replied with tales from his own nocturnal habits? Surely those days were over.
Danny shuddered at the mere suggestion.
Bloody Tyler had a knack of making Danny think about people in an altogether different way. That had to stop too.
It had been a while since he’d even slept with anyone. He frowned, trying to work out exactly how long. Then heremembered the girl he’d met at Monica’s gym open day. That was only a month ago. Still, it felt like ages.
Before that had been a barman in town. Now that had been a night he wouldn’t forget.
His cock twitched at the memory.
“Need some action, boy?” he said. Then he realised he was talking to his own penis. “Fuck’s sake. You’re losing your bloody marbles.”
Tyler popped into his mind. When they’d shaken hands, he’d instantly reacted to the silky smoothness of Tyler’s skin. The idea of that all over Tyler’s body made Danny close his eyes.
This time his cock sprang to life. Danny knew he had a nice dick and he’d never been afraid to use it. Danny imagined how soft it would feel to have Tyler gripping him.
