Chapter 9
Aasif was in a good mood today. Daniel hid his smile behind his cup of tea as he watched the lithe beauty bop around his apartment in an energetic fashion. Aasif was being a good host, taking a batch of homemade cookies out of the oven. They smelled delicious, and he sniffed the air appreciatively as Aasif set the baking sheet of cookies on the tiny table in his kitchen and went to the refrigerator to retrieve a carton of milk. Daniel’s eyes gleamed. Apparently Aasif thought that he was ten years old. He stifled a chuckle as Aasif opened a cupboard and got down two glasses to pour milk into them.
Aasif carried a plate of warm cookies and the two glasses of milk into the living room. “Here we are,” he sang out as he set the plate and the glasses on the coffee table in front of Daniel.
“Thanks,” Daniel said warmly. “They smell wonderful. I didn’t know you could bake, Aasif.”
Aasif’s cheeks heated a little, a glorious soft rose against his light-brown skin. “Yes, my aunt taught me. I like to bake to relax sometimes.”
“It’s working, obviously,” Daniel remarked with a smile.
Aasif giggled, a charming sight. “Yes. I’m feeling very relaxed today.”
“That might have something to do with yesterday,” Daniel said slyly, referring to the hand job that he’d given Aasif.
Aasif turned crimson at this reminder, though he also gave Daniel an innocently sultry look from under his ridiculously long lashes. Daniel felt his breath catch. “If you’re okay with it, we could do a repeat performance today,” he said in a low, deep voice.
Aasif gasped, a shiver passing through him. “I-I would like that, Daniel,” he said shakily. “But first…”
“First?”
“I would…like to…touch you,” Aasif breathed, staring down at the fingers that were twining together in his lap.
Oh, fuck. Daniel wondered if his cock was going to try to drill a hole through his jeans. “I’d love that, Aasif,” he said hoarsely. “I really would.”
Aasif nodded tentatively, shooting Daniel a sideways glance. “May I…?” he began.
Daniel leaned back casually on the couch. “I’ll just sit here. You can do anything you want,” he told Aasif reassuringly. “I’m all yours, Aasif.”
The bartender drew in a long breath as Daniel remained perfectly still, waiting patiently. Then he reached out with a trembling hand and set it on Daniel’s chest, above his t-shirt, holding it there for a minute while he gathered his nerve. His touch was making Daniel crazy, but he forced himself to remain unmoving.
At last his slender hand began to move, gliding down Daniel’s still-clothed chest until he reached the hem of the t-shirt. He grabbed the hem and began to push it up a bit, his eyes flashing to Daniel’s face and away again. They settled on the golden skin and darker-gold chest hair he was revealing as he slowly drew the t-shirt up Daniel’s chest. He panted a little as he revealed two flat, dark-pink male nipples, already rucking in anticipation of his touch. He unconsciously licked at his lower lip, making Daniel groan above his head.
Daniel lifted his arms and let Aasif slid the t-shirt over his head, setting it aside on the couch with hands that were visibly shaking. His dark eyes ran over Daniel’s toned chest with its soft mat of dark-gold hair, and his mouth opened as he began to breathe heavily. Daniel shuddered and buried his fingers in the couch cushions on either side of him, hanging on to his control by a hair’s breath. When Aasif looked at him this way, he could feel himself starting to lose it. The man was just so gorgeous, and so sexy…sitting here not moving while Aasif touched him was almost too much to bear.
Long fingers hovered over his bare chest, then Aasif made a low sound and reached out to set his hands flat on Daniel’s skin. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as the warmth of Aasif’s palms sank into his skin. Oh, God! Daniel closed his eyes and gulped heavily. He felt those hands start to move, gliding over his skin slowly. Oh, Jesus! He’d never make it! This was too much! And then fingertips brushed over his nipples, and he moaned and arched his back helplessly.
He froze, worried that he’d made a huge mistake and spooked Aasif. But after only a short hesitation, those teasing fingertips ghosted over his nipples yet again. They came completely erect at this touch, and he groaned wildly as Aasif’s fingertips pinched lightly at them. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, half under his breath.
“Does that feel good, Daniel?” Aasif asked him softly.
“It feels better than good. It feels amazing,” he husked, opening his eyes to meet Aasif’s slightly worried gaze.
Aasif visibly relaxed. “I’m glad,” he said softly, then he did that amazing thing with his fingertips again to make Daniel shudder helplessly.
Aasif finally abandoned his nipples, which might have made him protest except for the fact that the bartender was heading for regions lower down. His fingers skimmed over Daniel’s shuddering abdomen, ghosting through his chest hair as he reached the waistband of Daniel’s jeans. He found that he couldn’t even breathe as Aasif’s fingers hovered over the button at the top of the jeans, then dipped down at last and fumbled with it to get it undone. Daniel wondered rather dizzily if he was going to die from lack of oxygen as Aasif finally managed to get the button undone and closed over the tab of the zipper instead.
Aasif took in another big breath, then began to slide the zipper down. Daniel imagined that he could hear every individual tooth as the zipper teeth began to part and the front of the jeans began to open. He let his head fall back a little, trying to breathe because he really did need oxygen by now. He heard Aasif gasp as he saw the bulge at the front of the boxers that Daniel was wearing. He wondered dimly if the sight of it would freak Aasif out, and hoped desperately that it didn’t. Because if he didn’t get out of his jeans and boxers soon he was going to explode and make a huge mess all over his clothes.
Aasif froze, staring down at the tent in Daniel’s boxers. He wanted to beg, to plead, to say anything that would make Aasif release him from his cloth prison. He opened his mouth, even though he knew it was a bad idea, but before he could speak those slender fingers spasmed then reached out. Daniel gasped as they outlined his dick under the cloth of the boxers, his whole body trembling with need. Aasif licked at his lower lip again, and squeezed lightly at the bulge. This was too much for Daniel to take.
“Aasif!” he gasped wildly. “Please! Oh, God, please!”
Aasif’s eyes flew up to his. Daniel said hoarsely: “Please, Aasif. I can’t take it any more. If you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna make a mess in my underwear. That just feels too good.”
“Oh,” Aasif breathed, realizing his predicament. His fingers spasmed, but then he set his mouth into a determined line and reached out to garb the waistband of the boxers. He drew them and the jeans down over Daniel’s hips, encoring him to lift them so that Aasif could work the clothes off of his hips until they were down to his thighs. Daniel’s rigid cock sprang out into the open air, twitching and drooling pre-come like a faucet. Aasif caught his breath at the sight of it, his gaze fastened on the achingly hard cock between Daniel’s thighs.
“Uhhh,” Daniel moaned, wanting to grab his dick and fist himself to completion. But he couldn’t. He wanted Aasif to be able to do whatever he wanted to him, so somehow he managed to stay still. Somehow. But it was the hardest struggle of his life.
Aasif hissed, his fingers fluttering in the air. His eyes darted up to Daniel’s again, then his lashes fell over them as he bent his head a little and reached out to curl one hand around the shaft of Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Daniel almost lost it right then, and only by reciting baseball statistics in his head did he manage to pull himself away from the edge. Aasif’s hand was unmoving, and he was panting heavily as he stared down at the cock in his hand. But then he made a tentative movement with his hand, stroking up and down a little. Daniel made a low noise from between gritted teeth. Aasif gasped again, his eyes fastened on his own hand and the hard length it held, as he began to stroke up and down. Pre-come slicked his hand, and it began to feel even better.
Daniel could barely believe that Aasif was touching him like this. After all of those weeks of slowly growing intimacy, Aasif finally had enough courage to touch his cock. It was a miracle, the happiest miracle ever. He lifted his hips the barest bit, to encourage Aasif to keep touching him like this. The other man made a small sound and used his free hand to very tentatively touch Daniel’s balls, weighing them and touching the rough hair around the base of Daniel’s cock, even as he never stopped stroking with his other hand.
Daniel knew that he couldn’t last. Not now, not when Aasif was touching him in such an amazing way. He was too worked up. He wanted to warn Aasif, because he didn’t want to startle him when he came. “A-Aasif,” he groaned.
Those large, dark eyes came up to meet his. “I’m gon-na…come,” Daniel got out between his teeth.
“Oh,” Aasif said again, color flooding his face. But he gulped, and said huskily: “Come, Daniel. I want you to.”
That was permission enough for him. Daniel’s head rolled back, his hips lifted, and he began to spurt long strings of semen out over his own belly and Aasif’s fisted hand. It was the most intense feeling that he’d ever had in his entire life. He choked out Aasif’s name, his whole body quivering as he finished spurting at last.
He collapsed back on the couch, sated and spent. His chest heaved as he fought to get his breath. Aasif hadn’t released him yet, and he looked down with lidded eyes at the hand still curled around his still semi-erect penis. Aasif finally uncurled his hand, looking at the white stripes on his skin. Daniel thought he might get upset, but instead Aasif looked up at him through those lovely lashes and smiled shyly.
Daniel reached out and pulled Aasif into his arms. Before the other man could protest or say anything, Daniel bent his head and began to lick his own semen off of Aasif’s skin. He heard a gasp, and rosy color swarmed up in Aasif’s cheeks. Daniel grinned wickedly as he continued his tongue bath, because he could see that Aasif was getting excited by the touch of it on his hand. His man was definitely coming along, Daniel thought in smug satisfaction. Definitely.
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Aasif was in a good mood today. Daniel hid his smile behind his cup of tea as he watched the lithe beauty bop around his apartment in an energetic fashion. Aasif was being a good host, taking a batch of homemade cookies out of the oven. They smelled delicious, and he sniffed the air appreciatively as Aasif set the baking sheet of cookies on the tiny table in his kitchen and went to the refrigerator to retrieve a carton of milk. Daniel’s eyes gleamed. Apparently Aasif thought that he was ten years old. He stifled a chuckle as Aasif opened a cupboard and got down two glasses to pour milk into them.
Aasif carried a plate of warm cookies and the two glasses of milk into the living room. “Here we are,” he sang out as he set the plate and the glasses on the coffee table in front of Daniel.
“Thanks,” Daniel said warmly. “They smell wonderful. I didn’t know you could bake, Aasif.”
Aasif’s cheeks heated a little, a glorious soft rose against his light-brown skin. “Yes, my aunt taught me. I like to bake to relax sometimes.”
“It’s working, obviously,” Daniel remarked with a smile.
Aasif giggled, a charming sight. “Yes. I’m feeling very relaxed today.”
“That might have something to do with yesterday,” Daniel said slyly, referring to the hand job that he’d given Aasif.
Aasif turned crimson at this reminder, though he also gave Daniel an innocently sultry look from under his ridiculously long lashes. Daniel felt his breath catch. “If you’re okay with it, we could do a repeat performance today,” he said in a low, deep voice.
Aasif gasped, a shiver passing through him. “I-I would like that, Daniel,” he said shakily. “But first…”
“First?”
“I would…like to…touch you,” Aasif breathed, staring down at the fingers that were twining together in his lap.
Oh, fuck. Daniel wondered if his cock was going to try to drill a hole through his jeans. “I’d love that, Aasif,” he said hoarsely. “I really would.”
Aasif nodded tentatively, shooting Daniel a sideways glance. “May I…?” he began.
Daniel leaned back casually on the couch. “I’ll just sit here. You can do anything you want,” he told Aasif reassuringly. “I’m all yours, Aasif.”
The bartender drew in a long breath as Daniel remained perfectly still, waiting patiently. Then he reached out with a trembling hand and set it on Daniel’s chest, above his t-shirt, holding it there for a minute while he gathered his nerve. His touch was making Daniel crazy, but he forced himself to remain unmoving.
At last his slender hand began to move, gliding down Daniel’s still-clothed chest until he reached the hem of the t-shirt. He grabbed the hem and began to push it up a bit, his eyes flashing to Daniel’s face and away again. They settled on the golden skin and darker-gold chest hair he was revealing as he slowly drew the t-shirt up Daniel’s chest. He panted a little as he revealed two flat, dark-pink male nipples, already rucking in anticipation of his touch. He unconsciously licked at his lower lip, making Daniel groan above his head.
Daniel lifted his arms and let Aasif slid the t-shirt over his head, setting it aside on the couch with hands that were visibly shaking. His dark eyes ran over Daniel’s toned chest with its soft mat of dark-gold hair, and his mouth opened as he began to breathe heavily. Daniel shuddered and buried his fingers in the couch cushions on either side of him, hanging on to his control by a hair’s breath. When Aasif looked at him this way, he could feel himself starting to lose it. The man was just so gorgeous, and so sexy…sitting here not moving while Aasif touched him was almost too much to bear.
Long fingers hovered over his bare chest, then Aasif made a low sound and reached out to set his hands flat on Daniel’s skin. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as the warmth of Aasif’s palms sank into his skin. Oh, God! Daniel closed his eyes and gulped heavily. He felt those hands start to move, gliding over his skin slowly. Oh, Jesus! He’d never make it! This was too much! And then fingertips brushed over his nipples, and he moaned and arched his back helplessly.
He froze, worried that he’d made a huge mistake and spooked Aasif. But after only a short hesitation, those teasing fingertips ghosted over his nipples yet again. They came completely erect at this touch, and he groaned wildly as Aasif’s fingertips pinched lightly at them. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, half under his breath.
“Does that feel good, Daniel?” Aasif asked him softly.
“It feels better than good. It feels amazing,” he husked, opening his eyes to meet Aasif’s slightly worried gaze.
Aasif visibly relaxed. “I’m glad,” he said softly, then he did that amazing thing with his fingertips again to make Daniel shudder helplessly.
Aasif finally abandoned his nipples, which might have made him protest except for the fact that the bartender was heading for regions lower down. His fingers skimmed over Daniel’s shuddering abdomen, ghosting through his chest hair as he reached the waistband of Daniel’s jeans. He found that he couldn’t even breathe as Aasif’s fingers hovered over the button at the top of the jeans, then dipped down at last and fumbled with it to get it undone. Daniel wondered rather dizzily if he was going to die from lack of oxygen as Aasif finally managed to get the button undone and closed over the tab of the zipper instead.
Aasif took in another big breath, then began to slide the zipper down. Daniel imagined that he could hear every individual tooth as the zipper teeth began to part and the front of the jeans began to open. He let his head fall back a little, trying to breathe because he really did need oxygen by now. He heard Aasif gasp as he saw the bulge at the front of the boxers that Daniel was wearing. He wondered dimly if the sight of it would freak Aasif out, and hoped desperately that it didn’t. Because if he didn’t get out of his jeans and boxers soon he was going to explode and make a huge mess all over his clothes.
Aasif froze, staring down at the tent in Daniel’s boxers. He wanted to beg, to plead, to say anything that would make Aasif release him from his cloth prison. He opened his mouth, even though he knew it was a bad idea, but before he could speak those slender fingers spasmed then reached out. Daniel gasped as they outlined his dick under the cloth of the boxers, his whole body trembling with need. Aasif licked at his lower lip again, and squeezed lightly at the bulge. This was too much for Daniel to take.
“Aasif!” he gasped wildly. “Please! Oh, God, please!”
Aasif’s eyes flew up to his. Daniel said hoarsely: “Please, Aasif. I can’t take it any more. If you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna make a mess in my underwear. That just feels too good.”
“Oh,” Aasif breathed, realizing his predicament. His fingers spasmed, but then he set his mouth into a determined line and reached out to garb the waistband of the boxers. He drew them and the jeans down over Daniel’s hips, encoring him to lift them so that Aasif could work the clothes off of his hips until they were down to his thighs. Daniel’s rigid cock sprang out into the open air, twitching and drooling pre-come like a faucet. Aasif caught his breath at the sight of it, his gaze fastened on the achingly hard cock between Daniel’s thighs.
“Uhhh,” Daniel moaned, wanting to grab his dick and fist himself to completion. But he couldn’t. He wanted Aasif to be able to do whatever he wanted to him, so somehow he managed to stay still. Somehow. But it was the hardest struggle of his life.
Aasif hissed, his fingers fluttering in the air. His eyes darted up to Daniel’s again, then his lashes fell over them as he bent his head a little and reached out to curl one hand around the shaft of Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Daniel almost lost it right then, and only by reciting baseball statistics in his head did he manage to pull himself away from the edge. Aasif’s hand was unmoving, and he was panting heavily as he stared down at the cock in his hand. But then he made a tentative movement with his hand, stroking up and down a little. Daniel made a low noise from between gritted teeth. Aasif gasped again, his eyes fastened on his own hand and the hard length it held, as he began to stroke up and down. Pre-come slicked his hand, and it began to feel even better.
Daniel could barely believe that Aasif was touching him like this. After all of those weeks of slowly growing intimacy, Aasif finally had enough courage to touch his cock. It was a miracle, the happiest miracle ever. He lifted his hips the barest bit, to encourage Aasif to keep touching him like this. The other man made a small sound and used his free hand to very tentatively touch Daniel’s balls, weighing them and touching the rough hair around the base of Daniel’s cock, even as he never stopped stroking with his other hand.
Daniel knew that he couldn’t last. Not now, not when Aasif was touching him in such an amazing way. He was too worked up. He wanted to warn Aasif, because he didn’t want to startle him when he came. “A-Aasif,” he groaned.
Those large, dark eyes came up to meet his. “I’m gon-na…come,” Daniel got out between his teeth.
“Oh,” Aasif said again, color flooding his face. But he gulped, and said huskily: “Come, Daniel. I want you to.”
That was permission enough for him. Daniel’s head rolled back, his hips lifted, and he began to spurt long strings of semen out over his own belly and Aasif’s fisted hand. It was the most intense feeling that he’d ever had in his entire life. He choked out Aasif’s name, his whole body quivering as he finished spurting at last.
He collapsed back on the couch, sated and spent. His chest heaved as he fought to get his breath. Aasif hadn’t released him yet, and he looked down with lidded eyes at the hand still curled around his still semi-erect penis. Aasif finally uncurled his hand, looking at the white stripes on his skin. Daniel thought he might get upset, but instead Aasif looked up at him through those lovely lashes and smiled shyly.
Daniel reached out and pulled Aasif into his arms. Before the other man could protest or say anything, Daniel bent his head and began to lick his own semen off of Aasif’s skin. He heard a gasp, and rosy color swarmed up in Aasif’s cheeks. Daniel grinned wickedly as he continued his tongue bath, because he could see that Aasif was getting excited by the touch of it on his hand. His man was definitely coming along, Daniel thought in smug satisfaction. Definitely.
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