Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 02 - Out of the Darkness (14 page)

“Yeah, that’s almost it, Jeff, you’re almost there. I just want to hear you roar, man, I want you to be a tiger….” Dan grabs a condom and rips it open with his free hand and his teeth, then reaches around to roll it onto Jeff’s cock. He strokes it a few times while he’s there, hard and in rhythm with his fingers against Jeff’s prostate.

Evan’s eyes are wide and dark, and he pulls his legs up part way, looking to Dan for guidance. “Yeah, man.” Dan agrees. “But don’t let him in yet. Just tease him, let him feel how good it’s gonna be, how tight and hot and wet, but you keep control, don’t let him in until he’s ready. Can you do that, Evan?” Evan nods and grins a little wickedly, and reaches down to replace Dan’s hand on Jeff’s cock with his own. Dan feels Jeff tense as Evan guides Jeff’s cock to his ass, and Dan’s ready for him when Jeff’s hips try to snap forward. One hand stays on Jeff’s hip and holds him back, the other hooks around inside Jeff, and pulls on him from there. Jeff groans at the new sensation, and his breathing is more like panting now.
Jeff groans again. “Jesus, Dan, please….”

“No, sweetheart, I don’t want you to beg.” Dan takes his hand off Jeff’s hip long enough to grab another condom and rip the wrapper open. “You hear that, Jeff? I’m ready for you, I want to fuck you so bad.” He smoothes the condom on one handed and grabs the lube, using his teeth again so he doesn’t have to take his fingers away from Jeff’s ass. He smoothes the lube all over his cock and brings it forward to just touch Jeff, just beneath where Dan’s fingers disappear. “I just want to know that you want it too.” He leans forward a bit and nips at Jeff’s shoulder blades. “We’re not making love here, Jeff. This isn’t one of your artsy cuddle fests.” He bites again, a little higher this time, a little harder, and Jeff arches his back again and swears. “If you want us, man, you need to take us. Evan wants you, man, he wants you hard and fast, wants you to slam into him and make him feel it. And Jesus, Jeff, I can barely stand it back here, I keep thinking of you fucking yourself on my cock, the way it’s gonna feel to know that every time you pull off of me you’re gonna be driving into him….” Dan pulls his fingers out and lines himself up, letting the tip of his cock just begin to push in. “Just do it, Jeff, come on, just….”

And then Jeff does it. The sound he makes is more like a gasp than a roar, but Dan doesn’t think to complain. Jeff slams forward into Evan, and Dan moves with him, keeping himself lined up and then leaning forward so that when Jeff pulls out, he’s impaling himself on Dan. And the sound is more like a roar then, but not of pain—or not all pain—and Jeff is driving forward again and then back, and he’s gasping for air and for control and for sanity, but his body won’t let him stop. He doesn’t last long, of course he doesn’t last long, and when he plunges into Evan and stutters and stops, Dan leans forward and fucks him through his orgasm, hard and fast and intense.

Jeff collapses on Evan’s back, and Dan would be more than happy to keep things like that, Evan providing a useful support, Jeff’s body all loose and hot after his climax, but it isn’t really fair to Evan, so Dan reluctantly pulls out and then guides Jeff to do the same. Jeff collapses on his back off to the side, and Dan strips off his condom and looks at Evan. Evan grins back, and Dan grabs another condom and rips it open, and rolls it on as he’s reaching for the lube. “Flip over, man. Elbows and knees, with your face over there so you can kiss Jeff.”

Evan obeys readily, and Dan shuffles over a bit and pushes in. It’s good, being where Jeff had just been, Evan still tight but not
too
tight, and Dan wishes that they didn’t need condoms, wishes that he could feel himself slipping in Jeff’s come. But this is good too—great, even—and he moves almost gently, not wanting to jar Evan out of the warm, sloppy kisses with Jeff.

But it’s not long before Evan pulls away from Jeff and looks back, grinning. “So who’s having a cuddle fest now, dude?” Dan responds immediately, his next thrust so hard it actually jars Evan’s knees along the bed a bit, and he changes his angle a little and sets up a punishing rhythm. Evan’s not kissing Jeff anymore. He’s got his head buried in Jeff’s neck, and Jeff’s arm is wrapped around his head as if he’s comforting him, but Evan is still pushing back into every thrust, and when Dan reaches around he’s still rock hard. He gives a few strokes with his hand, but then Evan lifts his head, and gasps, “Just your cock, Dan. Make me come with just that,” so Dan brings both hands back to Evan’s hips. He only hopes he can hold out long enough to give Evan what he wants.

He’s beginning to think he’s going to have a problem with that, is just calling up images of rotten hamburger to help calm himself down, but then Evan’s low grunting sounds escalate, and he pulls his head up from Jeff’s neck and pushes back a little, bringing his ass further up in the air as he bites at Jeff’s chest. Jeff isn’t soothing him anymore, he’s just holding his shoulders, trying to keep him in place, and finally Evan comes, arching his back and gasping for air, splattering thick white ropes all over Jeff’s chest.

Dan lets himself go then, a few final thrusts and then release, his fingers clenching into the skin of Evan’s hips but no sound escaping from his mouth. After a few moments, Evan lets himself collapse forward, and Dan stays behind, feeling suddenly exposed and almost chilled. He pulls the condom off and ties it, then looks around for the one he’d used before. He finds it and Jeff’s. It’s funny how it’s sort of gross to pick it up once it’s off the body, even though it was perfectly fine while it was on. But he scoops it up anyway and gets up to throw them all out. He goes in to the bathroom and gets a washcloth, then wets it and brings it back out. He passes it wordlessly to Jeff, who mops up a little, making Evan move a tiny bit with a petulant groan.

Dan holds his hand out for the washcloth to be returned, but instead Jeff tosses the cloth on the floor and catches Dan’s hand in his own. “Come back to bed, Dan.”

Dan pulls away a little, wondering where his clothes have gotten to. “No, man, there’s not really room.” It’s not a lie; the bed is a king size, which is lots of room for two people but pretty tight for three, especially when they’re all good-sized men.

“We’ll make room, Dan. Come on, now… don’t make me wake Evan up.”

Dan sits reluctantly on the side of the bed, and then spies his underwear jumbled up with his pants. He reaches over and pulls the boxer briefs on, and that’s a little better, at least. He decides to try again. “Actually, I had a nap earlier, and it was really good, so… I’m not all that sleepy.”

Jeff’s frowning at him in confusion. “I don’t get it, man. How can you be so comfortable, so… confident when we’re actually going at it, and then turn into… this… as soon as we’re done?”

Dan knows what Jeff’s getting at, but he decides to be offended anyway. It’s easier. “Well, shit, I’m sorry ‘this’ isn’t good enough for you.” He’s about to go on, but Jeff just raises a hand.

“Don’t do that, Dan. There’s room for you here, and we want you here, but if you’d rather be somewhere else, I guess that’s your choice.” Jeff reaches down and grabs the sheets and comforter from the foot of the bed, and pulls them up over himself and Evan. “Either way, could you hit the lights, please?”

Dan stands up and crosses to the doorway. He finds the light switch and flips it down, and the room sinks into darkness. There’s a definite part of him that wants to go back to the bed and snuggle in, but in addition to his claustrophobia, he now feels like there’s an element of pride involved, like he’d be letting Jeff win. So he heads out into the hallway and pulls the door shut behind him.

He’d really like to go home, back to the apartment, but he doesn’t want to go back in to collect his clothes, and he drove out to the farm in Evan’s car; the truck is still in town. He swears a little as he pushes the door to the guest room open. He’s got the bed that he slept in for weeks here, but it’s full of other people; and he’s got the bed that he’s been sleeping in lately, but it’s miles away. So he’s heading for a third bed. That doesn’t really make sense. Puppet-Chris is not impressed, but Dan isn’t sure whether he’s mad at Dan or at the situation. Probably Dan.

Dan leans against the door, looking in at the bed, and then the door to the master bedroom opens and Evan staggers out. He’s wearing his underwear and squinting in the bright light. He manages to focus on Dan, and he drags his hand along the wall as if for guidance as he walks over and then takes Dan’s hand. Evan leans in and presses a long, soft kiss to Dan’s temple, and then tugs gently on his hand. Dan wants to tell him that the hypnosis thing was just a joke, but he realizes that he’s following behind Evan, his feet apparently deciding that they’re in charge.

When they get to the bedroom Evan pauses for a second inside the door; Dan realizes that he’s letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Then Evan’s on the move again, shuffling over to the bed and then turning and nudging Dan in. He’s a bit reluctant, thinks maybe Evan should go in the middle, but then Jeff lifts up his arm, bringing the covers with it, and Evan guides Dan into the warm cave underneath the blankets. Evan follows and pushes Dan over onto his side, facing Jeff, so that Evan can spoon in behind him, nuzzling into Dan’s neck.

Dan’s vision adjusts to the dark enough to see that Jeff’s eyes are open, watching him. He looks down a little, not that there’s anything to see, but then Jeff’s hand comes out and tilts his chin up, and Jeff leans over and kisses him gently. “Sleep tight, Dan,” he whispers, and he closes his eyes.

Dan closes his eyes, too, and listens to the sounds of the other two breathing. He tries to relax, but it’s still a long time before he drops off to sleep.

Chapter 9
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not easy to wiggle out of the bed the next morning without waking

either man, but Dan manages. He didn’t get a lot of sleep, but there’s no way he’s getting any more with the sun shining in through the window and Jeff softly snoring beside him, not to mention that Evan’s body is radiating heat like a nuclear reactor. He manages to find his clothes without too much noise and gets dressed in the hallway. He’s still without a vehicle, but when he sees Evan’s keys on the kitchen counter, he decides to take a chance. If he just nips home for a shower and a change of clothes, he’ll probably be back before Evan even knows he’s gone. And if he isn’t, he really doesn’t think Evan will mind. He hopes.

He’s on his way out the door, keys in his hand, when he hears Evan’s sleepy voice. “Dude, you’re gonna steal my car?”

Dan rolls his eyes a little. “Curses, you’ve caught me. This whole thing has been building up to me trying to get my hands on your pieceof-shit Cherokee.”

Evan grins. “Give me two seconds to put some clothes on, I’ll come with you.”

 

“No, man, the babysitting idea is not a good one. Seriously.”

“Dude, I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about my car. You don’t seem to respect it for the fine piece of American craftsmanship that it is. Besides, if I’m not allowed to babysit you, then you’re gonna want your own wheels out here. If I drive you in, you can drive your truck back out.”

That actually makes sense. “Yeah, okay, then. Put some clothes on. If you’re good, you can buy me breakfast.”

 

Evan looks shocked and then checks his watch. “Oh, shit, we might be able to make it….” He stampedes up the stairs, yelling. “Jeff! Wake up! Dan’s taking us to Carla’s for breakfast!”

Dan has no idea what’s happening. He goes out to the porch and sits in one of the big wooden chairs, his feet up on the railing. It’s still a bit cool out, and he can see the tracks where some animal or another has walked over the dew-dampened grass. If he’s got to wait, he can think of worse places.

It’s only a couple minutes before Jeff and Evan come tumbling out the door of the house, both looking rumpled but happy. Evan is practically bouncing. “This was a brilliant idea, Dan!”

“Yeah, thanks. What are we doing?”

“Dude, breakfast at Carla’s! We’re not usually awake early enough to beat the line up, but if you’re gonna be all insomniacidal, we might as well get some benefit from it.”

“Insomniacidal? Is that me killing you when you wake me up from a nap?”

“Dude, you have got to get rid of that hostility before we get to Carla’s. If she senses negative energy, she won’t let you in. Seriously. Blaine has never eaten there—she won’t let him.”

They’re down the stairs and piling into Evan’s car now, and Dan’s beginning to get a bit worried from his spot in the back seat. They’re pretty clearly all wearing the same clothes as the night before, none of them have showered…. He guesses there’s no actual sign on their foreheads saying that they spent the night together, but everything short of that has been taken care of. “Uh, maybe you could drop me off at my place. I really should shower….”

Evan shakes his head and looks at Dan in the rear view mirror. “Nah, there’s no time, and you look good.”

 

“Yeah, uh….”

 

Jeff turns around then. “Dan, you’ve got to stop thinking that we’re stupid.”

 

That’s a bit of a surprise. “What? I don’t think you’re stupid.” “Well, naïve, then, or unaware. We know what it looks like, and we don’t care. Do you care what people think?”

“Uh, okay, not for me, no. But you guys—you’ve got friends and family to worry about. There’s Tat, if nothing else.”
“Tat practically set us up!” Evan objects.

“Okay, well maybe you guys aren’t naïve, but don’t tell me
she
isn’t. What if people bug her about it?”

“Dude, she’s Tatiana Kaminski. She’s used to people talking behind her back, and I don’t think anyone’s likely to say anything to her face.” Evan glances back over his shoulder. “She might not seem it, but she’s tough. And she’d beat the crap out of you if she knew you were using her as an excuse to not be seen with her big brother.”

Dan doesn’t have much more to say. He’s got enough worries of his own; he can’t take on everyone else’s too. Or so he tells himself as he worries.

They pull up in front of the diner, and Evan almost jumps with excitement. “There’s no line! This is excellent. Dan, you need to wake us up early every Saturday from now on.”