“You don’t actually go for a run every morning, do you?” Eliot asked.
Danny vaguely remembered telling that particular lie when they’d first met. “I used to,” he said. “Now I kinda roll out of bed and go for an early-morning hobble around the house until my joints warm up. Which I realize makes me sound ninety.”
Eliot shook his head. “Not ninety. Just injured, which is understandable. I know you like to project an image of being totally unscathed by your years of professional sport, but… it’s obvious to anyone who thinks about it for a second that you wouldn’t be. I understand why you’re trying to hide it, but I hope you intend to get proper treatment as soon as you can.”
“I’m booked in for surgery the day after the season ends,” Danny said.
“I’ll remember to send flowers.” Eliot set his phone aside, then climbed out of the bed and stretched, lifting himself onto the tips of his toes as he clasped his hands above him and yawned.
It was a Sunday, so it wasn’t as though either of them had to be anywhere.
Part of Danny wanted to ask Eliot to stick around. The company would have been nice, especially while he was feeling sorry for himself.
He didn’t think Eliot would go for it, though.
“You’re welcome to the first shower. Water pressure’s amazing and there’s plenty of clean towels in the hamper,” he offered, wanting to prolong Eliot’s stay. “And then I could make you breakfast, return the favor.”
Eliot paused, obviously considering. He chewed on his lower lip, as he always did when he was thinking about something. It was a weirdly endearing habit.
“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he said, finally.
Danny wasn’t sure how to balance not looking desperate with assuring Eliot that if he wanted to hang out, he totally could.
“You won’t,” Danny said. “I don’t have any plans, and I can’t exactly go out. I can sweeten the deal by offering to drive you home later, though.”
Eliot’s uncertain expression broke into a smile. “Then I’m taking that first shower. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Danny called after him as Eliot disappeared into the connected bathroom.
It probably wasn’t good that he wanted Eliot to hang around, but Eliot didn’t seem to think it was weird. As long as that was true, he could enjoy having company for once.
That was definitely all it was about. Company.
The need for company didn’t exactly explain why Danny was still rock hard, though. His hand was skimming along his stomach before his brain kicked in and made him stop, fingertips hovering at the waistband of his underwear.
Eliot was in the next room. He couldn’t do this.
Hearing the shower turn on didn’t help at all. Danny’s mind chose that moment to show him exactly what Eliot would look like naked, all long lines and smooth, soft skin.
None of which would have been Danny’s thing a week ago, but now he couldn’t think of anything hotter.
He bit down on his lip as the image of Eliot undressing and stepping into the warm water filled his mind. His fingertips slipped beyond the waistband they’d stopped at, his hand moving automatically to curl around his cock.
It wasn’t about Eliot, he told himself. He was just feeling needy.
Besides, Eliot never needed toknow. He’d be in the shower for a while. More than long enough for Danny to get off.
Danny closed his eyes, rolling over to face away from the bathroom door, just in case, and committing to what he was about to do.
He knew what he wanted. He wanted a freshly-showered, still warm Eliot to slip back into bed behind him, press up against him, wrap his own elegant fingers around Danny’s cock and jerk him off.
He wanted it hard and merciless, exactly the same as the way Eliot kissed. He wanted Eliot’s cock pressing against him from behind, rubbing against him, slick and needy, as turned on as Danny was by waking up like they had.
As Danny tugged on his own cock, he imagined Eliot doing the same in the shower, thinking the same thoughts. Biting his lip delicately, like he had on that first day, moaning softly as he worked himself, knowing he had to be quiet, or Danny would hear him.
Maybe Eliot’s thing would be Danny coming into the shower, pinning him against the cold tiles and kissing him, their hips rocking together, Eliot’s legs wrapping around Danny’s waist as he held him up, cocks pressed up against each other, slipping against their wet stomachs.
Danny could get behind that. He let himself sink into it, feeling the warm water running over his back, the friction of Eliot’s cock catching against his. He could reach between them, grab both of them for a little extra friction, pull and tug and thrust against Eliot as he begged for more, harder.
