Page 109 of Thrill
“Just seeing you upsets me if I can’t have you.”
Danny ran his hand down the fabric of the sofa. “Do you mean what you say? About impressing people.”
Tyler sighed. “I might be late to the party but I’ve finally realised my family aren’t going to be what I want them to be.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s been a fucking learning curve lately. At least I got to tell Deborah her dress was hideous.”
Danny’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t”
Tyler nodded.
They both laughed.
God how I’ve missed this.
Tyler looked shyly at him. “Could we try, Dan?”
“I need to say something first,” Danny said. “I’ve treated you badly. Just going on the missing list.”
“You had every right…”
Danny held up his hand to silence Tyler.
“What happened at the wedding made me think I wasn’t good enough. I had to make this happen on my own. Can you understand that?”
Tyler nodded.
“I didn’t think it would take this long but I’d gone in too far,” Danny said. “I can be a pig-headed idiot sometimes. I get it from my mother. I promise that I won’t do that again. If there is something to talk about. Then we will.”
“Is that a yes, then?”
Danny took a deep breath. There was only one answer to that question. At that moment, he had never been surer of anything.
“Of course it’s a yes.”
“Come here,” Tyler said.
He batted Danny’s finger away and threw himself at Danny. Their lips smashed together. Danny’s body rejoiced at the weight of Tyler on top of him. The smell of this gorgeous man filling his nostrils. The taste of his lips on Danny’s tongue.
They made out like a couple of teenagers on that sofa in full view of the passing public for longer than strictly decent.
Danny pulled away. “We should probably take this into the workshop, otherwise I’ll get shut down for running an establishment of ill-repute.”
Tyler shifted away, making absolutely no attempt at hiding his hard-on.
“I will never not regret saying all that shit, you know,” Tyler said, biting his lip. “I’ve come to the realisation that trying to impress my sorry excuse for a family is a pointless exercise.”
“Well, if I’ve had anything to do with that, then I’m pleased,” Danny said. He reached over and squeezed Tyler’s crotch.
“I’m not fucking in a dusty workshop, Danny Healy.”
Danny grinned. “Then we’d better call a cab.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
TYLER
