Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 02 - Out of the Darkness (36 page)

Jeff nods. “They say it’s the hardest thing for a parent to lose a child… but celebrating his life, that seems like a positive step for them to take, if they’re ready.”
“Yeah, celebrating… that’s… that’s what I wanted it to do.”

Jeff smiles, and moves in a little close, and Dan shuffles backward out of reach, gesturing toward his sweaty clothes. “Dude, I’m—”

“Yeah, you are.” Jeff grins wolfishly and pulls Dan back toward him. Dan isn’t sure what it is about these California boys and getting dirty, but he’s not going to complain, especially not when Jeff kisses him, harder and more demanding than usual. Jeff’s leaning into him, biting a little, and Dan wonders if he’s got enough money in his bank account to buy another painting, ’cause if that’s what it takes to make Jeff lose his cool, Dan’s ready to become a collector. Maybe Evan could lend him a little cash.

Jeff’s moving forward now, gently pushing Dan backward, and Dan feels the stack of bales hit him in the back of his thighs, and this is stupid, because okay, nobody ever
volunteers
for the job of moving hay, but it’s totally possible that someone could come looking for Dan, and he’s already been caught once today; he really doesn’t need to make it twice, but Jeff’s hands are on his ass, guiding him up onto the bales, and fuck yeah, this is happening, and there’s no way Dan’s going to be the one to say no.

Dan boosts himself up without breaking the kiss, and once he’s off his feet he wraps his legs around Jeff, pulling him in closer, and Jeff doesn’t resist at all, pressing up against Dan and grinding in. Dan can feel how hard Jeff is, his cock pushing against his light cotton pants, and Dan’s hand snakes down without even waiting for his brain to suggest it. Jeff groans and pushes in harder against Dan, then groans a little louder and reaches his own hand down to catch Dan’s.

Jeff pulls his mouth far enough away that he’s able to speak, but he keeps it close enough that Dan can feel Jeff’s breath on his moistened lips. “I’m such a hypocrite. The whole ‘no sex’ thing was my idea.”

Dan grins and leans forward to give Jeff a quick, sloppy kiss. “Yeah, but me and Evan had already decided to override your decision.” Another kiss, and Jeff’s too surprised to remember that he’s not supposed to kiss back. He’s still a bit hesitant, though, so Dan continues. “We were gonna tell you tonight.” Another kiss, and this time it’s Dan who pulls away a little. “We know we
all
need to get better about talking things out,” and he hopes his meaningful look isn’t lost on Jeff, “but if we’re cut off sex while we’re doing it, we’re just gonna get crazy.”

Jeff’s pants are fairly thin and fairly loose, and Dan’s able to wrap his hand almost completely around Jeff’s cock, giving it a few encouraging jacks. Jeff moans and leans in, but then he pushes away again. “We should talk to Evan—he meant all of us, tonight, not just you and me….”

Dan sighs a little. He should have known this wouldn’t be so easy. He hooks one hand on Jeff’s waistband, keeping him from pulling too far away, and with his other he fishes his phone out of his sweatdampened pants and pushes a speed-dial number. The phone at the other end rings twice, and then Evan picks up.

“Dan, hey, I was just about to call you.”

“Yeah? Okay, you first. What’s up?” Dan keeps his voice calm even as he runs one of his fingers along Jeff’s stomach, up under his shirt and then down below the waistband, down to where his hair starts to grow rougher and thicker.

“Uh, things are kind of going crazy here. A typhoon hit one of our manufacturing plants in Asia, and some whack job is suing us over… I don’t even know what, yet, it doesn’t make any sense, and… you know, there’s a lot of other stuff. I was gonna say I didn’t think I could make it tonight.” Evan pauses, and then the regret is clear in his voice when he says, “And I was gonna ask if maybe we could postpone tomorrow as well.”

Dan is almost distracted from the warm pressure of Jeff, still caught between his legs. “Shit, man, that sucks. Especially because… I was gonna suggest that you get your ass home as soon as you can, ’cause I’ve got Jeff here, and he’s all hot and ready to go, and he’s only holding back because of the embargo, and because he doesn’t want you to feel left out.”

There’s a pause, and then Evan swears softly. “Shit, man, I honestly can’t. Fuck!” His laugh is a little rough. “Okay, I can’t be there, but good work, you’ve got him on the ropes. It’s all on you now, Dan—you’ve got to follow through, go in for the kill. Don’t let him get away, the embargo has got to be broken.”

Dan smiles at Jeff and then speaks into the phone. “I couldn’t agree more. Listen, have you got… I don’t know, four minutes, maybe? ’Cause I don’t think it’ll take much longer than that.”

Evan groans a little. “Jesus, Dan, are you serious? Now?”

Dan pushes Jeff back just enough for Dan to get his own feet on the ground, then hands the phone to Jeff. “Here, Jeff, talk to your boy. He’ll tell you what a good idea this is.”

Jeff brings the phone up as Dan gently spins them around, leaving Jeff the one leaning against the stack of hay bales. Jeff’s talking to Evan, and Dan thinks absently that whatever they’re saying is probably hot, and he should be listening, but he’s not, not really, because he’s too distracted by the feel of Jeff’s skin beneath his fingers as he runs one hand up underneath Jeff’s shirt. The other hand is undoing Jeff’s pants, and then both hands are needed to pull pants and underwear down together, and Dan lifts Jeff’s shirt up out of the way and uses the other hand to catch Jeff’s gently bobbing cock. He can hear Jeff’s gasp turn into a moan, and he thinks about Evan on the other end of the phone line, thinks about what he’s doing, whether he’s alone in his office or somewhere out where people can see him, and either option is hot as hell.

Dan remembers his four-minute estimate and gets down to work, taking Jeff in his mouth as deep as he can in one move, and then he works on improving things, changing the angle, getting Jeff deeper with every bob of his head, his tongue setting a constant rolling rhythm along the bottom. It may not be the most sophisticated blowjob ever, a little light on the teasing that Jeff seems so fond of when he
gives
head, but nobody’s complaining, and Dan has set himself a deadline, damn it.

Jeff’s still talking, and once Dan’s got the rhythm down, he lets himself listen a little, but by then Jeff isn’t saying anything too coherent, just a lot of groaning and swearing, combined with apparently random use of both Dan and Evan’s names. Dan hopes that means that Evan is doing his part on the other end of the line, because, yeah, Jeff had been really turned on to start with, but four minutes was a pretty optimistic estimate….

Then Jeff’s hips start jerking a little, and Dan can tell that he’s trying to hold back, but there’s no need for that, and Dan runs his hands up over Jeff’s ass and pulls him forward, still moving his own head, so that they meet in the middle, Jeff thrusting and Dan bobbing, and it’s a bit clumsy, and Dan’s lips get jammed a little hard a couple of times, and the back of his throat is taking a beating, but Jeff doesn’t even seem to notice, and that’s the best sign yet that the usually gentle man is getting close to the edge. Jeff’s rhythm gets sloppy and Dan stops trying to match it, just concentrates on suction and pressure and friction, and then Jeff’s groan crescendos and Dan is swallowing and taking over the motion now that Jeff’s hips have stilled.

Jeff pulls Dan off eventually, dragging him up for a sloppy, relaxed kiss, and Dan looks around for his phone. It’s resting in Jeff’s hand, his arm stretched out straight from his body, and Dan drags himself over Jeff to reclaim it.

“Evan, you still there, man?”

“Fuck, Dan.” Evan sounds a little shaky, and Dan sincerely hopes that he’s in his office, because if he’s anywhere in public he’s probably about to get arrested for indecent exposure.

“The embargo is lifted, man. Now we just need to get you in on the action in person.”

“Jesus, Dan, let me in on the action over the phone. That was so fucking hot, him telling me what you were doing, and then I told him what we were gonna do to you….”

Dan lets his voice soften a little. “You jerking off, Evan? Are you in your office?”

 

“Yeah. Door’s locked.”

“You sitting at your desk? Leaning back in some big leather chair? You’ve still got your shirt and tie on, right? Are your pants… are they pushed down, or just open?” Dan leans back so his body is lined up next to Jeff’s, and brings their heads together so they can both hear Evan’s response.

“They’re just open. You didn’t give me a lot of time, you know.”

Jeff grins and leans over to kiss Dan. Then his hand is on Dan’s belt, and he’s struggling a bit, still a bit clumsy and stupid after coming, and Dan bats his hand away and takes care of it himself. His skin is damp, and he remembers how much he’s been sweating, and instead of angling for a return blowjob, he takes one of Jeff’s hands and brings it down underneath his own, their fingers twining together as they wrap around Dan’s cock. The pressure is perfect, and if the angle is a little awkward, that’s a sacrifice Dan’s willing to make.

Dan hands the phone back to Jeff. “I’m no good at this—you talk him through it… your voice, man….” And he leaves Jeff’s mouth free for talking, instead working his lips down to Jeff’s jaw, Jeff’s throat. He’s listening to Jeff, just like Evan is, and it seems like sometimes Jeff’s talking to one of them, sometimes to the other, but it doesn’t really matter about the words, because Dan was right, it’s Jeff’s
voice
that gets him off, gravel and velvet mixed together, and combined with his imagining of Evan, leaned back in his chair, one hand clutching the phone against his ear, the other jacking himself off in time with Jeff’s murmured praise and instructions.

Dan doesn’t think he beats the four-minute mark, but it definitely doesn’t take him long, and when his breathing turns to gasps, he feels Jeff shuffling around, feels the phone pressed against his cheek, and he can hear Evan at the other end, breathing hard himself, and Dan can hear Evan’s voice catch when he realizes what he’s hearing, and then there’s just moans and heat and waves of orgasm sweeping over Dan as he hears Evan reach his own climax all those miles away.

Jeff brings their mouths together for a kiss, and then runs a hand over Dan’s chest and shoulders while he talks Evan down. By time Dan’s pulling himself back together, Jeff seems to be wrapping up his conversation, and he holds the phone out to Dan with a questioning look.

Dan takes it. “Hey, man, sorry if that was… you know, inappropriate or whatever. It just….”

“Dan, stop. Do
not
apologize for anything that happened in the last quarter of an hour. Sam’s probably pacing outside the door tearing her hair out, but… hell, that just made it hotter.”

Dan nods. “Yeah, okay. I mean, not about Sam, that’s… that’s not cool, man.”

Evan laughs. “So, shit, this just made me even sorrier that I can’t make it tonight… and, like I said, maybe not tomorrow either… which sucks, ’cause I had a good idea for what to do.”

“So we’ll do it some other time. It’s not a big deal. I mean, we still need to, you know….” Dan leans back a bit. “Well, shit, I don’t even know what we need to do. Everything seems all right right now.”

Jeff frowns and takes the phone away, and when he talks it’s clear that he’s addressing both of them. “You still need to get more confident and comfortable in the relationship, so that you don’t go crazy when there’s the slightest threat from outside.” He gives Dan a firm look. “Don’t get distracted by the sex again.”

Dan groans dramatically. “But it’s
fun
to get distracted by the sex.” And then he frowns and takes the phone back. “And Part Three of the Plan is still in place. We broke the sex embargo, now we need to make sure that we follow through on the rest.”

“Absolutely.” Evan sounds firm. “You do what you can, and I’ll deal with everything here as fast as I can.”

“Yeah, okay. But, you know, Evan, don’t… don’t panic about it. We’ll….” Dan looks over and smiles at Jeff. “We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be around when you get done.”

Jeff smiles back, and Evan sounds suitably pleased, and Dan clicks the phone shut and leans in for another kiss from Jeff. Dan’s itchy from the cooling sweat and the bits of hay, and he’s pretty sure that he shot at least some of his come on himself, although he hasn’t found it yet, and there’s a burn starting in the muscles of his shoulders from where he pushed too hard earlier with the hay bales… and he still feels damn near perfect. He checks that Jeff’s and his clothes are back to some semblance of decency and then hops up to sit on the hay beside Jeff. Jeff grins over at him, and they both sit in contented silence for a few minutes.

Then Jeff sighs and pushes reluctantly off the bales. “I’ve got to get back into town. I….” He looks over at Dan and shakes his head. “I’m not saying this wasn’t a hell of a good break, but it wasn’t exactly on the schedule.”

And that raises an interesting point. “What did you think? I mean, when you heard about the painting, and came out here, what… why did you think I’d bought it? Why did you need to talk to me right away?”

Jeff looks sheepish. “I don’t really know. I was just confused, I guess. I thought maybe you were taking pity on me or something… or I thought maybe Evan put you up to it, although he’s probably a bit more subtle than that.” Jeff shrugs. “I just wanted to talk to you, see why you did it.”

“Jesus, nice self-esteem there, Stevens.” Dan keeps his voice light, but he’s seriously a bit surprised by Jeff’s lack of confidence.

“Yeah, I know, it’s just… art. It’s so subjective, but at the same time, people who care about it all think their taste is somehow definitive. I don’t know, it’s a bit…. It makes me insecure.”

Dan nods. “Yeah, no kidding. Well, I don’t know a damn thing about art, but I bought it because I liked it and because I thought it might help them. That’s all.”

Jeff nods. “Thanks. That’s good to hear.” He takes a couple steps toward the door. “And now I’ve got to go get cleaned up and get back into town. This dinner tonight… it could go late, and you get up pretty early. Do you want me to call you when it’s wrapping up, see if there’s time for us to get together?”