Chapter 8
Daniel took the steaming cup of tea that Aasif was holding out to him. “Thanks,” he said briefly, before sipping at it. Aasif had turned him onto tea; he’d never much cared for it before this, but the way the bartender made it it was definitely palatable.
Aasif sat down carefully on the sofa beside him, holding his own cup of tea. He was becoming much more comfortable with having Daniel in his house. Their hips were almost touching on the couch, and Aasif’s body language was relaxed. He wasn’t tense at all. He smiled briefly at Daniel as he sipped at his cup of tea. Despite being a bartender, Aasif didn’t imbibe alcohol himself. It was against his former religion, and old habits died hard. Besides, he was taking what Daniel had said to heart, and thinking very seriously about whether he should become a practicing Muslim again. If he could find a way to reconcile his sexuality with the teachings of his father’s religion, he’d probably go back to it.
Daniel didn’t mind. As long as Aasif still wanted to be with him, the man could worship whoever or whatever he wanted to. He himself didn’t really have anything against religion, per se; well, except for the fact that so many religions had a problem with HIM as a gay man. Otherwise, he wouldn’t care in the least. Everybody had the right to their own beliefs and ideas, and to follow those in peace. As long as they didn’t use those beliefs and ideas to discriminate against or hurt other people, it was all good…
He felt a bump against his thigh. Aasif had moved so close to him that they were now touching. He hid a smile as he sipped at his tea. The other man was definitely getting bolder. “This is really good,” he said, praising the tea. “You’ve definitely changed my mind about this stuff, Aasif.”
The bartender looked pleased. “I’m glad that you like it,” he replied softly.
They drank in silence for a bit, then Aasif leaned forward and set his cup on the coffee table. “Daniel…” he began, and now he sounded nervous.
“Yeah?” he kept his voice carefully light and gentle. No pressure.
“I’m…I would like you to…” Aasif’s voice was trembling. He sounded just like he had the day he’d invited Daniel over to his house.
“What would you like me to do? Tell me, Aasif,” he coaxed, not moving a muscle.
Aasif threw his hands into the air. “This is so difficult!” He cried wildly. “It is so hard to ask you…for the things I want…” he trailed off, biting at his full lower lip.
Daniel felt compassion streak through him. “I get that, Aasif,” he said reassuringly. “How about I make some suggestions, and you just nod if it’s something that you want? Would that be easier?”
Aasif threw him a grateful look. “Yes, thank you, Daniel,” he said.
He nodded. “All right. Do you want me to kiss you?” he began carefully.
Aasif nodded a little. But he was still looking at Daniel like he wanted him to say more. “Okay. We’ve already done that, so maybe you want something else? Something…more? Do you want me to touch you, Aasif? More than I have been? More intimately?”
Color swarmed up in Aasif’s brown cheeks. He nodded again, rather helplessly. Daniel bit back a triumphant smile. “I can do that,” he said. “But let’s start with the kissing, shall we? To help you relax,” and he leaned forward, lightly covering Aasif’s mouth with his own.
The bartender moaned. He opened his mouth obediently to Daniel’s, and he gently inserted his tongue into Aasif’s sweet mouth. He kept all of his movements careful and slow, and Aasif’s arms came up jerkily to close over his neck. Clearly he wasn’t feeling very frightened right now. Daniel let his hands span Aasif’s slim waist, his fingers stroking over the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. A small sound against his lips told him that Aasif liked these touches. Daniel gently kissed him for awhile, and Aasif’s face was flushed and his big eyes were mellow when he finally pulled back.
He began to lay small kisses over Aasif’s cheeks and jaw line. “I really love this,” he murmured throatily, pressing a kiss to the soft skin near Aasif’s lips.
Aasif blinked at him. “What?” he asked in confusion.
Daniel smiled. “I love touching you like this,” he explained, running his hands up and down Aasif’s sides. “You feel so good.”
Aasif took in a shuddering breath. “Do you?” He asked hopefully.
“Mmm, hmm. You’re so warm, so soft. And your lips taste so sweet,” he added, claiming those same lips again in a gentle kiss.
Aasif gasped and pushed closer to him. “I-I love it when you touch me like this, Daniel,” he admitted breathily. “You make me…you make me forget.”
Daniel knew what he was saying. He slid his hands up to Aasif’s chest, and stroked the pert little nipples he could see pushing against the fabric with his thumbs. “I’m glad,” he told Aasif. “I want you to let those memorie4s fade as much as you can. And I want to replace them with me,” he went on, as Aasif moaned at the stimulation to his nipples.
“Please, please, replace them with you, Daniel,” Aasif said. “I want you in my head, not them.”
“I’ll try my best,” Daniel assured him firmly. He kissed Aasif’s throat, even as his hands began to explore again. Aasif only stiffened a little when his hands slid under the shirt and found bare flesh. Then he shivered ,but said aloud: “Please. Keep touching me.”
“I will,” Daniel replied simply. He began to move his hands in caressing circles, and Aasif made sounds of desire that were often swallowed up by Daniel’s mouth as he kissed Aasif over and over again.
His left hand arrived at the waistband of the jeans that Aasif was wearing. Going in for another deep kiss to divert Aasif’s attention away from that hand, Daniel wriggled his fingers under the waistband and skimmed down jumping belly muscles toward the hardness that he could feel at Aasif’s groin. His fingertips arrived at their destination, and skimmed over the lump that jerked and twitched under his touch.
Aasif pulled back. “Oh!” he cried. “No!”
Daniel’s fingers stilled. “Why not?” he asked quietly. “Do you want me to stop? Are you scared?”
Aasif was panting, his face flushed. “Oh, I-I…” he began in a choked voice.
“You’re going to have to tell me outright to stop touching you, Aasif,” Daniel said patiently. “If you’re scared or you can’t handle it, tell me now.”
Aasif groaned, lifting his hips. “Don’t stop,” he said in a small voice.
Daniel nodded, his other hand skimming down to make short work of the snap and zipper on Aasif’s jeans. “Tell me stop at any time if you start to panic,” he directed Aasif.
“I…I will,” Aasif breathed, his chest heaving as he watched with wide eyes as Daniel pulled the zipper down on his jeans.
Daniel used both hands to pull the jeans down enough that he could see the straining lump of Aasif’s cock, trapped under the white fabric of his cotton briefs. He reached out, his eyes finding Aasif’s and full of reassurance, as he lightly touched the other man’s penis with his fingers. Aasif’s mouth opened, and his head went back a little. Fear seemed to be the last thing he was feeling.
Daniel’s fingertips found the edge of the waistband on the briefs. He began to pull them downward slowly and carefully, while Aasif whimpered helplessly and stayed still to let him do so. Finally, that straining cock was free of its cotton casing, a gently curved, twitching beauty leaking pre-come from the tip. “Please…”Aasif begged, probably not even aware that he was doing so.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” Daniel breathed, licking at Aasif’s lower lip even as he curled his fingers around that rigid cock and used the pre-come to coat the shaft so he could stroke as much as he liked.
Aasif whimpered against his lips, pushing upward with his hips. Daniel’s fingers lightly stroked him, from root to tip, and Aasif shivered in his embrace. His mouth opened as he fought for breath, and his eyes were glazed. He definitely wasn’t thinking about his rapes now, Daniel thought in satisfaction. All he was thinking about was the sensation of Daniel’s fingers moving on his cock, varying the rate and speed of his strokes to give Aasif many sensations.
He couldn’t stop kissing Aasif, tasting that mouth over and over as his fingers continued to move on Aasif. He could feel the trembles running through the slim body, and Aasif’s fingers clutched at his arm desperately. “D-Daniel,” he whimpered, his back arching.
“Feel it, Aasif,” he crooned tenderly. ’Feel my hand on you. Does it feel good? I’ll always make you feel good, I promise. I’ll never hurt you. Not ever. It’s my fingers touching you, Aasif. It’s me giving you pleasure. Concentrate on that. On me. Look at me.”
The dazed dark eyes found his, but there wasn’t much sense left in their depths. He was too far gone. Daniel smiled and laved his tongue over the swollen lower lip. “I love touching you like this,” he said in a low voice. “You feel so good in my hand. You’re going to come soon, Aasif. Let it happen. Just relax and let it happen.”
Aasif shuddered against him. His hips surged, and Daniel tightened his fingers just under the head and gave a strong, slow stroke. Aasif cried out wildly, his whole body convulsing, as he began to spurt all over Daniel’s coaxing fingers. Daniel swallowed his cries, took them in, and held him tight as Aasif came down from the high of his orgasm. He slumped in Daniel’s embrace, clearly worn out.
Daniel turned them so that he could settle Aasif against his shoulder. He held the other man close, feeling the last shivers going through the slim body. Aasif murmured something, but it wasn’t coherent. His chest was heaving as he panted, and his eyes were closed.
Daniel kissed the top of the curly head. “You okay?” he asked gently.
Aasif stirred at last. His eyes slowly opened. He looked up at Daniel, and a tiny smile slid over his lips. “I am very much okay, Daniel,” he croaked hoarsely. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for letting me touch you,” Daniel replied gravely. “I’ll always work to earn that trust, Aasif, I swear.”
Aasif’s smile widened. He reached up one hand to cup Daniel’s cheek. “You are a good man, Daniel Radway,” he said simply. “A very good man.”
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Daniel took the steaming cup of tea that Aasif was holding out to him. “Thanks,” he said briefly, before sipping at it. Aasif had turned him onto tea; he’d never much cared for it before this, but the way the bartender made it it was definitely palatable.
Aasif sat down carefully on the sofa beside him, holding his own cup of tea. He was becoming much more comfortable with having Daniel in his house. Their hips were almost touching on the couch, and Aasif’s body language was relaxed. He wasn’t tense at all. He smiled briefly at Daniel as he sipped at his cup of tea. Despite being a bartender, Aasif didn’t imbibe alcohol himself. It was against his former religion, and old habits died hard. Besides, he was taking what Daniel had said to heart, and thinking very seriously about whether he should become a practicing Muslim again. If he could find a way to reconcile his sexuality with the teachings of his father’s religion, he’d probably go back to it.
Daniel didn’t mind. As long as Aasif still wanted to be with him, the man could worship whoever or whatever he wanted to. He himself didn’t really have anything against religion, per se; well, except for the fact that so many religions had a problem with HIM as a gay man. Otherwise, he wouldn’t care in the least. Everybody had the right to their own beliefs and ideas, and to follow those in peace. As long as they didn’t use those beliefs and ideas to discriminate against or hurt other people, it was all good…
He felt a bump against his thigh. Aasif had moved so close to him that they were now touching. He hid a smile as he sipped at his tea. The other man was definitely getting bolder. “This is really good,” he said, praising the tea. “You’ve definitely changed my mind about this stuff, Aasif.”
The bartender looked pleased. “I’m glad that you like it,” he replied softly.
They drank in silence for a bit, then Aasif leaned forward and set his cup on the coffee table. “Daniel…” he began, and now he sounded nervous.
“Yeah?” he kept his voice carefully light and gentle. No pressure.
“I’m…I would like you to…” Aasif’s voice was trembling. He sounded just like he had the day he’d invited Daniel over to his house.
“What would you like me to do? Tell me, Aasif,” he coaxed, not moving a muscle.
Aasif threw his hands into the air. “This is so difficult!” He cried wildly. “It is so hard to ask you…for the things I want…” he trailed off, biting at his full lower lip.
Daniel felt compassion streak through him. “I get that, Aasif,” he said reassuringly. “How about I make some suggestions, and you just nod if it’s something that you want? Would that be easier?”
Aasif threw him a grateful look. “Yes, thank you, Daniel,” he said.
He nodded. “All right. Do you want me to kiss you?” he began carefully.
Aasif nodded a little. But he was still looking at Daniel like he wanted him to say more. “Okay. We’ve already done that, so maybe you want something else? Something…more? Do you want me to touch you, Aasif? More than I have been? More intimately?”
Color swarmed up in Aasif’s brown cheeks. He nodded again, rather helplessly. Daniel bit back a triumphant smile. “I can do that,” he said. “But let’s start with the kissing, shall we? To help you relax,” and he leaned forward, lightly covering Aasif’s mouth with his own.
The bartender moaned. He opened his mouth obediently to Daniel’s, and he gently inserted his tongue into Aasif’s sweet mouth. He kept all of his movements careful and slow, and Aasif’s arms came up jerkily to close over his neck. Clearly he wasn’t feeling very frightened right now. Daniel let his hands span Aasif’s slim waist, his fingers stroking over the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. A small sound against his lips told him that Aasif liked these touches. Daniel gently kissed him for awhile, and Aasif’s face was flushed and his big eyes were mellow when he finally pulled back.
He began to lay small kisses over Aasif’s cheeks and jaw line. “I really love this,” he murmured throatily, pressing a kiss to the soft skin near Aasif’s lips.
Aasif blinked at him. “What?” he asked in confusion.
Daniel smiled. “I love touching you like this,” he explained, running his hands up and down Aasif’s sides. “You feel so good.”
Aasif took in a shuddering breath. “Do you?” He asked hopefully.
“Mmm, hmm. You’re so warm, so soft. And your lips taste so sweet,” he added, claiming those same lips again in a gentle kiss.
Aasif gasped and pushed closer to him. “I-I love it when you touch me like this, Daniel,” he admitted breathily. “You make me…you make me forget.”
Daniel knew what he was saying. He slid his hands up to Aasif’s chest, and stroked the pert little nipples he could see pushing against the fabric with his thumbs. “I’m glad,” he told Aasif. “I want you to let those memorie4s fade as much as you can. And I want to replace them with me,” he went on, as Aasif moaned at the stimulation to his nipples.
“Please, please, replace them with you, Daniel,” Aasif said. “I want you in my head, not them.”
“I’ll try my best,” Daniel assured him firmly. He kissed Aasif’s throat, even as his hands began to explore again. Aasif only stiffened a little when his hands slid under the shirt and found bare flesh. Then he shivered ,but said aloud: “Please. Keep touching me.”
“I will,” Daniel replied simply. He began to move his hands in caressing circles, and Aasif made sounds of desire that were often swallowed up by Daniel’s mouth as he kissed Aasif over and over again.
His left hand arrived at the waistband of the jeans that Aasif was wearing. Going in for another deep kiss to divert Aasif’s attention away from that hand, Daniel wriggled his fingers under the waistband and skimmed down jumping belly muscles toward the hardness that he could feel at Aasif’s groin. His fingertips arrived at their destination, and skimmed over the lump that jerked and twitched under his touch.
Aasif pulled back. “Oh!” he cried. “No!”
Daniel’s fingers stilled. “Why not?” he asked quietly. “Do you want me to stop? Are you scared?”
Aasif was panting, his face flushed. “Oh, I-I…” he began in a choked voice.
“You’re going to have to tell me outright to stop touching you, Aasif,” Daniel said patiently. “If you’re scared or you can’t handle it, tell me now.”
Aasif groaned, lifting his hips. “Don’t stop,” he said in a small voice.
Daniel nodded, his other hand skimming down to make short work of the snap and zipper on Aasif’s jeans. “Tell me stop at any time if you start to panic,” he directed Aasif.
“I…I will,” Aasif breathed, his chest heaving as he watched with wide eyes as Daniel pulled the zipper down on his jeans.
Daniel used both hands to pull the jeans down enough that he could see the straining lump of Aasif’s cock, trapped under the white fabric of his cotton briefs. He reached out, his eyes finding Aasif’s and full of reassurance, as he lightly touched the other man’s penis with his fingers. Aasif’s mouth opened, and his head went back a little. Fear seemed to be the last thing he was feeling.
Daniel’s fingertips found the edge of the waistband on the briefs. He began to pull them downward slowly and carefully, while Aasif whimpered helplessly and stayed still to let him do so. Finally, that straining cock was free of its cotton casing, a gently curved, twitching beauty leaking pre-come from the tip. “Please…”Aasif begged, probably not even aware that he was doing so.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” Daniel breathed, licking at Aasif’s lower lip even as he curled his fingers around that rigid cock and used the pre-come to coat the shaft so he could stroke as much as he liked.
Aasif whimpered against his lips, pushing upward with his hips. Daniel’s fingers lightly stroked him, from root to tip, and Aasif shivered in his embrace. His mouth opened as he fought for breath, and his eyes were glazed. He definitely wasn’t thinking about his rapes now, Daniel thought in satisfaction. All he was thinking about was the sensation of Daniel’s fingers moving on his cock, varying the rate and speed of his strokes to give Aasif many sensations.
He couldn’t stop kissing Aasif, tasting that mouth over and over as his fingers continued to move on Aasif. He could feel the trembles running through the slim body, and Aasif’s fingers clutched at his arm desperately. “D-Daniel,” he whimpered, his back arching.
“Feel it, Aasif,” he crooned tenderly. ’Feel my hand on you. Does it feel good? I’ll always make you feel good, I promise. I’ll never hurt you. Not ever. It’s my fingers touching you, Aasif. It’s me giving you pleasure. Concentrate on that. On me. Look at me.”
The dazed dark eyes found his, but there wasn’t much sense left in their depths. He was too far gone. Daniel smiled and laved his tongue over the swollen lower lip. “I love touching you like this,” he said in a low voice. “You feel so good in my hand. You’re going to come soon, Aasif. Let it happen. Just relax and let it happen.”
Aasif shuddered against him. His hips surged, and Daniel tightened his fingers just under the head and gave a strong, slow stroke. Aasif cried out wildly, his whole body convulsing, as he began to spurt all over Daniel’s coaxing fingers. Daniel swallowed his cries, took them in, and held him tight as Aasif came down from the high of his orgasm. He slumped in Daniel’s embrace, clearly worn out.
Daniel turned them so that he could settle Aasif against his shoulder. He held the other man close, feeling the last shivers going through the slim body. Aasif murmured something, but it wasn’t coherent. His chest was heaving as he panted, and his eyes were closed.
Daniel kissed the top of the curly head. “You okay?” he asked gently.
Aasif stirred at last. His eyes slowly opened. He looked up at Daniel, and a tiny smile slid over his lips. “I am very much okay, Daniel,” he croaked hoarsely. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for letting me touch you,” Daniel replied gravely. “I’ll always work to earn that trust, Aasif, I swear.”
Aasif’s smile widened. He reached up one hand to cup Daniel’s cheek. “You are a good man, Daniel Radway,” he said simply. “A very good man.”
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