He chuckled, and the tension was broken.
“Good,” he said, tone lighter. “Besides, he isn’t my type. You know I like my women strong and my men fem.” I snorted. “When are you gonna tell your brother?”
“I’ll leave that up to you,” I said, then hung up.
I was actually chuckling, a smile on my face, even if I was shaking my head at my phone.
I wasn’t going to…
Was I?
Oh, I was so tempted to check out his work. Tempted more when a link came through from Keys.
It shouldn’t have felt strange about it, but there was something holding me back.
I tapped on the link. Dropped my card number to have access to Danny’s channel, and god help me, clicked auto-renew.
There were a lot of screengrabs coming at me. Some of them were his sexy face… well, his coming sexy face. His facewas almost always sexy, and if not, it was damn adorable. Some of them were a close-up of his bedroom eyes, and that shit was enticing as hell.
There were quite a lot of them. While I saw a few with a partner, most of them looked like solo videos, leaving me to wonder if that was a preference or if it was just easier to film more content without having to rely on other people.
I scrolled back up to the top and saw that his latest live was over and he’d posted it. Well, it was too late to join in on that, which might have been a good thing. I didn’t need to be out in my garage, debating on whether to tug one out while also trying to support Danny. I think that was what made it weird for me. Like my brain was having trouble separating the two. Would he take it as a compliment if I got off to him? Or was that just taking it too far?
Fuck, I never really thought of this shit before.
The smart thing would have been to head up to the cabin and talk to him. That way, I’d have my questions answered, and I could know how to approach it based on how he felt. Now that would be the respectful way to go about it.
Why the hell had it taken me this fuckin’ long to wise up?
Good. God. I was really taking dummy to a whole new level.
After shutting everything down, I made my way back to the house. His live thing was done, so he had to have been on a break, right?
The moment I stepped into the mudroom, I learned just how wrong I’d been in thinking that.
There was Danny, ass up for the camera, big red and white dildo in his grasp. And, fuck me, he was fucking himself hard with that fake, oversized candy cane. If I hadn’t seen it when I picked up the aftermath of his dicks exploding like a confetti bomb, I might have been surprised at the sight of it.
“Oh fuck,” he said, and a long moan followed. I hated that it was muted by the door separating us
Fuck, he was taking it so beautifully. His face contorted with a mix of concentration and strain. I wondered if he was holding himself back. Did he need to come but wasn’t ready for it to be over? From where I stood, I could see the sweat beading on his face. He was fucking sexy.
His eyes opened and locked with mine. His lips kicked up in a smile, and he beckoned me closer with a nod of his head. I ditched my gear faster than I thought possible. I would have sworn my hand was shaking as I gripped the handle and turned it. I tried to tiptoe in, but I wasn’t a quiet guy. A couple of boards creaked under my socked feet as I made my way over to the table. I took a seat in the hard chair, hoping it would help me from getting too comfortable. I was half tempted to pull my cock out and give it a few strokes for relief, but I held off. His eyes stayed glued to mine as he worked that striped dildo in and out of his ass. His teeth sank into his lip, but he still held a hint of that smile.
“I want you,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for me, but hell, I was gonna say it was.
He shoved the candy cane into his ass, leaving just the hooked part hanging out. Then he flipped over, back arching off the couch as he spread his legs for the camera. He hooked one over the back of the couch and let the other foot fall flat to the floor. His hand worked frantically over his cock. I tilted my head and watched as his balls pulled tight. He was close. I wished I could help him out. Wished I could have been the one to push him over the edge.
“It feels so good,” he said, the fingers of his free hand digging into the arm of the couch above his head. “I’m going to come. I want you to come with me. Please, tell me you’re close.”
I knew he was talking to the camera, but his tone was so real, voice so sincere, it was hard not to feel like it was personal, like it was just him and me here.
Was this what Keys was talking about?
Was Danny like this all the time?
Something welled up in my chest. It was beautiful and special.
Maybe I’d already fallen for him. Or maybe this was the moment I truly did. I couldn’t fuckin’ tell ya. But I did know that my whole heart opened, pulled him inside, and locked up as I sat there watching him.
