Page 76 of In Plain Sight
Gary took the negatives and photos from him, tucked them into their folder, and placed it on the coffee table. “Bed, now. You’re tired. And you’re trying too hard.”
“But I—”
“But nothing.” Gary’s voice was firm. “I know your gift can be a pain—it doesn’t exactly work to order, does it?—but don’t try to force it. It’ll come.”
Dan couldn’t suppress his smile. “You sound more certain than I feel.” Then something tugged at his consciousness, a trickle of instinct, an awareness of conflict within Gary. “What is it?”
Gary heaved a sigh. “Dan, I… I need you.”
“What’s wrong?” He grabbed Gary’s hands and held them tight. He gave himself several mental kicks for not noticing Gary’s emotional turmoil earlier. He’d allowed Cheryl’s case to take over.
Gary gazed at their joined hands. “I think it was meeting Sean, the prospect of meeting Brad’s friends. The possibility that maybe one of them knows more about Brad’s death.” He raised his chin, and Dan’s heart quaked at the pain he saw in Gary’s eyes. “I need you to take me away from this. I need to stop thinking about it.”
Without a word, Dan rose, still holding Gary’s hand, and led him to the bedroom. He undressed Gary in silence, sinking to his knees to worship Gary’s cock with lips and tongue. And when Gary began to thrust deep, his hands keeping Dan’s head steady as he pumped, Dan knew he was ready for more.
Then Gary came to a halt, gazing at him, his chest heaving. “Make love to me?”
Dan’s breathing quickened. “Are you saying…?”
Gary nodded. “I want you inside me. I think we’ve waited long enough.”
They’d talked about Gary becoming more versatile, but in the two months since they’d first initiated a physical relationship, Dan had been more than happy to be on the receiving end. Not that he hadn’t imagined sliding into Gary’s warm body, feeling it tighten around him. He wasn’t a greedy man. He loved every intimate moment they shared, and even if it took Gary years to decide he was ready to bottom, that was fine by him.
It seemed Gary was ready.
They explored each other with fingers and tongues, taking their time, until both were moaning, Dan’s need at fever pitch. After what seemed like hours of licking, sucking, stroking, and fondling, they lay naked together on the bed, Dan spooned around Gary, slowly rubbing his rigid dick through Gary’s crack, listening to Gary’s staccato breaths, hearing the need in his voice when he begged Dan to take him.
“We go slow,” Dan whispered.
“Slow is good.” Gary’s soft exhale when Dan finally entered him was like music to Dan’s soul, and he stilled inside him, waiting for a sign, his arms around Gary, his hand over Gary’s heart, feeling each beat.
They had all night, and they made it last, their soft sighs and moans mingling, an erotic accompaniment to Dan’s sensual rocking in and out, their bodies joined, moving as one. And when Gary came at last, Dan held him and kissed him until he couldn’t hold his orgasm back a second longer.
Gary widened his eyes. “I can feel you,” he whispered.
Dan kissed him on the lips. “I love you.” The words didn’t come close to conveying the depth of his emotions. Their kisses grew languid as they lay connected, Dan’s cock locked in the warm prison of Gary’s body.
“I think we need to practice more,” Gary said when Dan finally eased out of him. “At least three or four times a week.”
Dan chuckled, his head on Gary’s damp chest. “I like the way you think.”
Gary turned his head toward the nightstand, where Dan’s copy of theGay Kama Sutrasat. “Who would think such delights lie within the covers of a book?”
Covers….
Something in Dan’s mind clicked into place, and he sat bolt upright.
“That’s it!” He lurched off the bed and hurried into the living room.
“What’s it?” Gary called after him.
“One of Cheryl’s secrets.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
DAN SATon the couch, picked up the copy of theKama Sutrafrom where he’d left it, and held it, his eyes closed.
“I take it you know something.”