Page 12 of Lovesick Gods (Lovesick #1)

Clawing at the back of Mal’s head, Danny urged him to pull away, only to drag him back to his lips as soon as their eyes met in a brief dance of dilating pupils.

More teeth. More tongue. Deeper. Deeper .

The grip of Danny’s hand at Mal’s head, the other clutching the skin of his hip and dragging nails into the waistband of his slacks—it was rough, demanding, but not painful, not violent.

It grounded Mal how Danny held back even while, for the wayward hero, this had to be as out of control as he ever got.

Dropping his hands to the collar of Danny’s jacket, Mal pushed it from his shoulders.

Danny wouldn’t release his hold on Mal, so the jacket caught at his elbows and Mal reached for his jeans instead.

As soon as his fingers brushed the skin of Danny’s stomach, the hand at Mal’s head and the other dipping low along his backside started to spark with a tingle of electricity.

Mal startled. It should have hurt, should have shocked him like a jolt of static on a cold, dry day—he’d felt Danny’s lightning offensively before, and it was not a pleasant experience—but this was different.

Automatic reactions out of self-defense or eruptions from extreme emotion were one thing, but usually only children who’d just Awakened had trouble controlling their abilities.

Though, to be fair, Danny had been an Elemental for only a year.

Mal never would have allowed his powers to get out of hand like that, but even as he thought the reprimand, his ice seemed to stir in response, wanting to creep over his skin like frost and seek Danny’s lightning out.

Fighting to hold his ice at bay, he was still intoxicated by the tingling sensation from Danny.

“Sorry!” Danny jerked away once he realized what was happening and reined his sparks back in.

“No,” Mal said, already missing the strange, enthralling buzz. “Do it again.”

Danny’s puzzled expression made him look so young as he stared back at Mal, but when those words caught up to him, he grinned.

Kissing Mal hard, one hand slid to his neck while the other squeezed his ass with heady possessiveness.

The sparks began again, tingling across Mal’s skin.

Too much would likely still hurt, but feeling Danny’s power in the touch of his hands spurred Mal on, and he rocked into the body beneath him like it was his first time and every moment counted.

“Wait…” Danny said, keeping out of range from Mal meeting his mouth again.

Too close to focus on more than the hooded look in each other’s eyes, Danny said it again, “Wait,” but not like he wanted to stop—not at all like he wanted to stop.

He slid his cheek beside Mal’s and whispered like he had in Pronto that morning. “ Slower .”

Mal shivered. He never, not for one moment, would have imagined that that of all things would be the hottest word to ever pass Danny’s lips.

Obeying, how could he not, Mal slowed the rhythm of his hips and rolled them instead at a torturous, teasing pace. His slacks and Danny’s denim created too much of a barrier, not nearly enough friction. It was awful. It was wonderful .

Danny’s hands maintained a mild buzz of electricity. “You know…your face would look real pretty between my thighs.”

Fuck , Mal could not process this— this Danny. He stared at him dumbfounded.

Gently, Danny pushed at Mal to urge him to the floor. “Turnabout’s fair play, right?”

“Does that mean when I’m through with you, you’ll… turn about ?”

“Give me a reason to.”

Mal almost wondered if this was an imposter, but he knew Danny too well.

“I am enjoying this side of you, Sparky,” he said and stole one more brief, slow kiss while he rolled his hips to match Danny’s unhurried tempo.

Then he shifted his legs to lower himself to the floor, tucked in between Danny’s thighs. He finished drawing down the zipper.

Danny never took his eyes off of him. There was an edge of darkness in that gaze, and it was beautiful. Cupping Mal’s face, Danny brushed a thumb over his bottom lip. “Imagine all the other sides of me you’ll get to see.”

?

Danny was wired, thrumming, hadn’t felt so free and alive in months. This was the best idea he’d had since he first put on the cowl.

Cho fell to his whims so readily, Danny almost couldn’t believe it. Feigning confidence made him feel like he had it. Cho certainly seemed to believe he did. Danny had already reduced the man to a quivering mess several times over.

Maybe it was the power Danny possessed—a show of lightning, of the sparks that danced about his skin when he lost control.

Danny hadn’t meant to start sparking. He’d certainly never done anything like that with Vanessa.

Maybe it was an Elemental thing, his powers reacting to Cho’s.

The response felt so natural, Danny was relieved he didn’t have to hold it in, not when Cho seemed so enamored by it.

He really was gorgeous as he opened Danny’s jeans and urged him to lift his hips.

Down came the denim. Danny’s boxer briefs were soaked through in the front.

Cho’s tongue flicked out, and he brushed his fingers with only the barest pressure along the stain, feeling the contours of Danny through his underwear.

Danny’s sparking got away from him for a moment, and a tiny lightning bolt zigzagged up his body.

Relaxing into the feeling, he let the pulse thrum through him, communing with his element in ways he never had before.

He never knew being with another Elemental could feel like this and wondered what Cho’s ice could do to him.

Slower, with more care, down came his underwear.

Slamming Cho against the fridge, pulling him onto his lap, taking every ounce of control between them—it made each moment worth it, being with someone who looked pretty, talked smooth, commanded attention, but who Danny ultimately despised.

He’d never had Cho so powerless before. This was what he wanted, what he needed to glue together his cracked and broken pieces, just one aspect of his life where he had all the power, where only he knew how everything would end.

This was Cho’s home . Manipulating his way into Cho’s heart would be just as easy.

If the man’s face was pretty, then his hands— damn . They were art, as much as that sensuous photograph on the wall. They fluttered long and expressive around Danny’s length, settling into a firm hold.

No one had touched Danny in months. His short list of anyone who’d touched him was dismal. Not that he’d ever wanted a long list of conquests, but he could count them all on one hand and still have an extra finger left.

Well. Not anymore.

With Danny’s jeans and underwear at his ankles, knees parted to let Cho in, Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away.

One of Cho’s hands had a hold of him, the other braced on his thigh.

Danny’s jacket was still caught at his elbows.

Shimmying his arms free, he reached forward for the side of Cho’s face, slid his fingers into the silky black hair up to the crown of his head, and pulled him closer.

“So impatient,” Cho snickered and descended of his own accord.

Spreading his legs wider, Danny watched with rapt attention as Cho’s lips parted, as he held Danny firm and—

“ Fuck .” Danny had to drop his head back into the cushions at the slick, smooth heat as it enveloped him.

Nails scratching along Cho’s scalp through his long, dark hair, Danny didn’t hold him in place, just kept contact and urged him on with the desperate curl of his fingers. He let his mind go blank and watched the slow slide between Cho’s lips.

It had been so long. He was going to finish soon. Too soon…

Then his phone erupted from his jacket pocket with the theme from Firefly .

Shit . Andre.

“They can wait thirty seconds,” Cho husked out before he hastened his pace.

“I think you’re…overestimating my...s-stamina right now.”

Cho didn’t respond with words. He massaged into Danny’s thigh with his thumb until Danny could feel the peak approaching and was so ready to plummet over the edge.

“Ch-Cho…I’m…”

But Cho didn’t listen, didn’t care, rode through Danny’s release with him, and stayed there between his legs until Danny’s hips finished stuttering upwards. Huffing out a long, drawn-out breath, Danny felt boneless as he sank into the sofa.

Cho looked at him with sinfully flushed cheeks. Danny wanted to kiss the taste of himself right out of that smug mouth. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, he hauled Cho up, kissed him deep, then let the thief tumble back to the floor as he snatched his phone from his jacket pocket.

“ What? ”

Settling onto his knees with a satisfied leer, Cho ran his hand up the inside of Danny’s thigh.

“Interrupt something?” Danny nearly choked as he tried to laugh off how over-sensitive he was right now, but he was already hard again, which Cho took note of with a curious tilt of his head—accelerated healing had more than one side effect.

“Almost,” Danny admitted, “so this better be an emergency.” He listened.

And groaned. At least Andre was apologetic.

“You can’t be serious, really? Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. Two minutes.”

Cho’s hand pulled away, his expression turning more neutral as he stared at Danny expectantly. Danny didn’t try to hide how disappointed he was by the interruption.

“No, Andre, it’s fine. I’ll just blow some steam off another night.

See ya soon.” He tossed his phone onto the cushion beside him.

Cho had never met Andre or Lynn in person, but he’d learned their names listening in on Danny during past encounters and had even taunted him about having so easily given up his team’s identities.

Danny had scolded himself back then for being so careless; he didn’t doubt that Cho knew much more than their names by now.

“Rain check, I take it?” Cho said.

“Virgil Labs was robbed. An assistant went in late to grab a file she forgot and found the place cleaned out. No evidence left behind, not even a shred, at least not that the officers on the scene can find. Andre said if there were any reports of ice residue he’d think it was you.”

That prompted a return of Cho’s smirk. “I’m flattered.”

Sitting up, Danny reached for his shorts and jeans. “Look, uhh…”

“Go,” Cho said as he rose, the bulge in his slacks making Danny pause as he zipped up, because that was impressive and he hadn’t even gotten a look at it yet. “You can pay me back another time. I’m looking forward to the offer you made in Pronto. Now I know you weren’t just yanking my chain.”

Slipping on his jacket, Danny grabbed his phone and stood to follow Cho as he walked ahead of him to the door. “I can yank it all you want tomorrow night. Shit, no…” he remembered his date with Andre, “not tomorrow. Has to be the next night. But I’ll text you?”

“You have the number.” Cho stood by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, hiding any frustration he might be feeling, though the bulge was still present.

Once Danny had his shoes on, a wicked idea struck him. He hadn’t thought about a goodbye kiss exactly, but the whole point was to leave Cho wanting more, to make him want Danny so badly that it would break his heart when he finally left him. Maybe this interruption worked in Danny’s favor.

He stepped up close to Cho and crowded his space as the man stood there acting all unmoved and cold. As Danny leaned in just shy of pressing their lips together, he reached forward to grab hold of the tented line of Cho’s slacks. Impressive indeed.

Cho quaked ever so slightly at his touch, especially when Danny let a few sparks jump through his palm.

“Thanks, Ice Man,” Danny whispered. “It was fun.” Then he leaned in that last little bit only to pull back, release his grip, and reach for the door to show himself out.