white from where they gripped the steering wheel. His dark eyes blazed, his foot was leaden as he wove in and out of traffic recklessly. “What the fuck do you have to say about that?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, really longing to tell Danny he wasn’t doing anything but crossing the wires in Paul’s brain to the point he was hard and aching. He tried to focus on something sensible rather than have to tell Danny he was feeding his fetish like oxygen feeds fire. “Y-You don’t wanna get pulled over. Cops aren’t exactly understanding when it comes to BDSM.”
“ I’m not understanding,” Danny said, his hand flying against his chest as he turned to glare at Paul. “Make me understand! Help me to fucking understand why you would let anyone do that to you. Explain it to me!”
Paul tilted his head, looking at Danny beneath his lashes. Danny’s voice, cold enough to cut glass, caused white-hot desire to roll over him. For just a moment Paul allowed himself the luxury of remembering Danny back at Arty’s, eyes dark as sin glowing in fury, the dim lighting casting shadows over his face that had always been enigmatically beautiful.
“I don’t wanna explain it to you,” Paul said, his voice husky and seductive against his will. “You’re not supposed to know. That’d be terrible.”
“Why?” Danny asked, some of the lightning seeping out of his voice as he frowned at Paul. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you fucked up? Did you take something?”
Paul shook his head silently, refusing to explain subspace. A part of him panicked at the idea of Danny becoming intrigued by it. Paul couldn’t think of anything more horrifying than Danny submitting to someone. He would do anything to prevent it, to keep the defiance in Danny, the absolute certainty that the world existed to serve him. It was selfish of him because that attitude was serving Danny poorly, but at that moment Danny’s outrageously bad attitude blossomed into one of the sexiest things Paul had ever come across.
He groaned under the weight of his need, knowing the wires were so crossed in his brain it would be extremely difficult to undo the damage. The desire was a shimmer of fire that danced over his skin. He leaned down, resting his forehead against his knees, his hands tangling in his hair as he tried to fight the lust that was going to put him in a worse situation than he was already in. It was one thing for Danny to discover Paul was a kinky bastard, it was quite another for him to think he was attracted to him. He could probably salvage everything with Danny over getting off on licking high-class pussy decked out in leather and high heels, but finding out that being the world’s biggest asshole was making Paul hotter than he could ever remember being, that would be a kill shot to their friendship.
So intense was his inner battle he didn’t notice them pulling off the road. His senses were suddenly overwhelmed when Danny leaned over, invading his personal space and grabbing his chin. Paul blinked when Danny turned on the dome light, feeling mesmerized by dark, calculating eyes as Danny studied him. Paul tried not to notice how good he smelled, expensive cologne mixing with tobacco in a way that was enticing enough to make his mouth water.
“Your eyes are dilated,” Danny growled in a low, dangerous voice, his fingers biting into Paul’s skin. When he spoke again, his words were sharp and concise as he said slowly, “What did you take?”
“N-Nothing,” Paul choked out, still blinking to fight the lust cloud affecting his vision.
“Bullshit,” Danny said, sounding deadly serious. “Tell me now, or you’re gonna be explaining to the doctors in the emergency room what the fuck happened to your back.”
“It’s the pain,” Paul said instantly, knowing for certain the emergency room was the last place he wanted to end up. “It, um…does that. It’ll go away. I promise.”
“Why’s it do that?”
Paul didn’t
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, really longing to tell Danny he wasn’t doing anything but crossing the wires in Paul’s brain to the point he was hard and aching. He tried to focus on something sensible rather than have to tell Danny he was feeding his fetish like oxygen feeds fire. “Y-You don’t wanna get pulled over. Cops aren’t exactly understanding when it comes to BDSM.”
“ I’m not understanding,” Danny said, his hand flying against his chest as he turned to glare at Paul. “Make me understand! Help me to fucking understand why you would let anyone do that to you. Explain it to me!”
Paul tilted his head, looking at Danny beneath his lashes. Danny’s voice, cold enough to cut glass, caused white-hot desire to roll over him. For just a moment Paul allowed himself the luxury of remembering Danny back at Arty’s, eyes dark as sin glowing in fury, the dim lighting casting shadows over his face that had always been enigmatically beautiful.
“I don’t wanna explain it to you,” Paul said, his voice husky and seductive against his will. “You’re not supposed to know. That’d be terrible.”
“Why?” Danny asked, some of the lightning seeping out of his voice as he frowned at Paul. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you fucked up? Did you take something?”
Paul shook his head silently, refusing to explain subspace. A part of him panicked at the idea of Danny becoming intrigued by it. Paul couldn’t think of anything more horrifying than Danny submitting to someone. He would do anything to prevent it, to keep the defiance in Danny, the absolute certainty that the world existed to serve him. It was selfish of him because that attitude was serving Danny poorly, but at that moment Danny’s outrageously bad attitude blossomed into one of the sexiest things Paul had ever come across.
He groaned under the weight of his need, knowing the wires were so crossed in his brain it would be extremely difficult to undo the damage. The desire was a shimmer of fire that danced over his skin. He leaned down, resting his forehead against his knees, his hands tangling in his hair as he tried to fight the lust that was going to put him in a worse situation than he was already in. It was one thing for Danny to discover Paul was a kinky bastard, it was quite another for him to think he was attracted to him. He could probably salvage everything with Danny over getting off on licking high-class pussy decked out in leather and high heels, but finding out that being the world’s biggest asshole was making Paul hotter than he could ever remember being, that would be a kill shot to their friendship.
So intense was his inner battle he didn’t notice them pulling off the road. His senses were suddenly overwhelmed when Danny leaned over, invading his personal space and grabbing his chin. Paul blinked when Danny turned on the dome light, feeling mesmerized by dark, calculating eyes as Danny studied him. Paul tried not to notice how good he smelled, expensive cologne mixing with tobacco in a way that was enticing enough to make his mouth water.
“Your eyes are dilated,” Danny growled in a low, dangerous voice, his fingers biting into Paul’s skin. When he spoke again, his words were sharp and concise as he said slowly, “What did you take?”
“N-Nothing,” Paul choked out, still blinking to fight the lust cloud affecting his vision.
“Bullshit,” Danny said, sounding deadly serious. “Tell me now, or you’re gonna be explaining to the doctors in the emergency room what the fuck happened to your back.”
“It’s the pain,” Paul said instantly, knowing for certain the emergency room was the last place he wanted to end up. “It, um…does that. It’ll go away. I promise.”
“Why’s it do that?”
Paul didn’t
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