Page 53 of Lovesick Titan (Lovesick #2)

The slide of Danny’s tongue against his own, accompanied by the slide of their bodies as they shifted closer and twined their arms around each other tighter , felt like everything Mal had been missing.

This was what he’d wanted a week ago, when he’d bared his soul to Danny, risking everything by telling the kid he loved him.

He did love him, however improbable and foolish.

They slotted together like two opposing puzzle pieces that somehow made sense—differently shaped and colored, but able to complete a full picture when they were together, filling in each other’s empty spaces.

Mal shivered at Danny’s touch and shifted his hips to better meet the press of heat against his thigh. Then he cringed as the hard edge of something very much not Danny dug into his hip.

“Hang on…” he pulled away, breathless but grinning, so Danny would know he wasn’t having second thoughts. Reaching between them as Danny panted, eyes already heavy lidded, Mal pulled up the tablet that had fallen from Danny’s lap.

“Oops,” Danny chuckled. “Sorry.” He took the tablet and twisted around to set it off the bed. When he returned, he tugged at the bunched comforter to get the ends out from under Mal and tossed it back so they could settle on the sheets instead.

The coolness of the unsullied sheets felt invigorating beneath Mal’s skin—beneath his hands and the tease of midsection revealed from their tumbling.

He lay back as Danny crawled atop him, long legs straddling his hips and warm hands pushing beneath his hitched up shirt.

It all felt so different without the fear of rejection looming.

Other perils lurked in the darkness, but what existed between them, what they wanted and how much they’d missed each other, finally matched up.

The stitches in Mal’s arm from Dunkirk’s attack had almost dissolved, leaving a dulled but still raised slash across his bicep.

Danny grazed his fingers over it gingerly after removing Mal’s shirt.

He teased the faint remaining cuts and bruises coloring Mal’s chest, as well as the familiar scars, but paused when he reached Mal’s neck and found the fresher bruises from Ludgate’s hands.

They wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. They’d barely been visible above the collar of Mal’s shirt. But Danny paused and laid his fingers over them with a creased brow.

“It wasn’t you,” Mal said.

“I know.”

“It wasn’t your fault either.”

“I know . Can I help it if I want to protect the people I love?” Danny quirked his mouth into a sad smile.

Mal smiled back at him, “Apparently not,” and reached for Danny to pull him down into another kiss. The touch of Danny’s tongue was made all the sweeter with the addition of their hips locked and moving in an unhurried rhythm while Danny’s fingers feathered down Mal’s sides.

“Neither can you,” Danny whispered against his lips. “Maybe we’re not so different.”

“Mmm…maybe,” Mal said, and even though he wasn’t sure he believed that as much as Danny believed in him, the bright smile Danny granted him made it worthwhile to say it.

Again those addictive lips claimed his, and Mal rocked up into the insistent straddle of Danny’s hips.

“I want to make you feel good,” Danny rasped as his hands dropped to the waistband of Mal’s sleep pants.

The tease of his fingers was such a welcome replacement for being at odds, and it would be so easy to give in and simply leave Danny to it, but Mal had a better idea.

“You always make me feel good. Thought you wanted a reward from Prometheus?” Gripping Danny’s thighs, he slowed the swirl of their hips to a maddening grind.

Danny’s body gave off a few pleasant sparks. “I said I wanted a kiss. ”

“Yeah? What if I kiss you somewhere else?”

Hooking one arm around Danny’s waist, Mal rolled them. Danny giggled, almost yelped, as Mal laid him out on the mattress and switched their positions. He pushed Danny’s T-shirt up his chest and bent to kiss the center of his breastbone, then began a slow progression down the dip of his stomach.

When Mal’s lips reached the line of Danny’s underwear, he lifted the waistband and peeled it downward to continue his kisses lower. Danny’s breathing increased, and Mal felt dizzy with the sounds and feel of him.

“I made you a promise, remember?”

Danny hummed distractedly as the underwear tugged down low enough to release him to the open air.

“Said that next time…I’d use my tongue .”

The moan that left Danny was like an exclamation of finally as Mal descended, tongue lapping at Danny hungrily and causing him to pound a fist into the mattress. Mal bobbed again, again , gripping Danny at his base, and began a symbiotic rhythm with his mouth and hand.

Then, after a few fervent seconds, he slowed, and slowed , and finally pulled away.

“But I didn’t mean my tongue here …” Licking his moistened lips with a leering grin, he shifted lower.

Danny’s cheeks were flush with color, pupils blown as he looked down at Mal with a heave of his chest and craving in his eyes.

Mal dragged Danny’s underwear the rest of the way off, hooked both arms beneath Danny’s knees, and rocked him back to bend him in half—like he’d wanted him when all of this started.

Licking down beneath Danny, lower and lower still, when he reached the tender spot between velvety and puckered skin, Danny’s entire body trembled with jolts of electricity.

“Yo, Danny!” A knock came at the door. “Still awake?”

“Don’t come in!” Danny yelped as Mal’s eyes snapped wide at Andre’s voice.

“What? Why?”

“I will shave your head if you open that door, Andre, I swear!”

“ Dude ,” Andre called back, offended. “What’s the deal? I just wanted to make sure you were…” He trailed, paused, and when he sp oke again, his voice had fallen to an anxious whisper. “Is Cho in there with you?”

“ Yes ,” Mal growled back.

“Sorry! Have a good night!”

Danny groaned into his laughter, and Mal couldn’t help the sputter of amusement that left him too, which he rumbled into a kiss against Danny’s thigh. They’d had enough interruptions. Too many. But never again.

“I am icing his underwear in the morning,” Mal said.

“As long as he’s not wearing them at the time,” Danny snorted, “but if he asks, I was against the idea.”

“Traitor.”

“Wouldn’t you call that being prudent?”

“Hmm, no time for discreet behavior at the moment,” Mal said, hoisting Danny’s hips higher. “I promised you a kiss.”

And oh the noise Danny made when Mal ducked his head and slipped his tongue inside with a smooth lick. If Andre was dawdling outside the door, he definitely heard that.

Danny was already so open, so pliant, like all the tension finally able to ease out of his body had left him more relaxed than he’d been in weeks.

It made it easy for Mal to kiss his way inside until his tongue couldn’t delve any further.

Danny sparked around him, sensitive tonight and easily set to discharges of yellow light, so Mal twirled his tongue in an unhurried circle.

“ Mal …” Danny mewled.

“Lots to make up for, Sparky. Let’s see how much noise I can wring out of you.” Running his hands up the back of Danny’s thighs, Mal slipped inside again as one hand trailed the tips of its fingers around to seek out Danny’s length.

Needy pants and moans poured from his lips at the blend of sensations. Mal had no idea how thin the walls were between rooms, but since Danny was at the end of the hall, the only room next to them was Dom’s. She could listen all she wanted.

“You got any snacks in here?” Mal blew cool air on Danny’s skin when he paused for breath.

“Wha…? Yes. Why?”

“You’re gonna need the calories after I’m through with you. ”

Danny groaned at the increase in pressure and speed of the in-tune pumps of Mal’s hand and renewed thrusts of his tongue. “Mal, I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Give in, Sparky. You can have two tonight, I know you can.” He licked Danny intimately and increased the speed of his hand. “Just tell me, do you want my tongue when you finish or my mouth?”

Danny took a moment to process what Mal meant. “ Mouth . I want your mouth on me. Please.”

Done , Mal complied, licking his way back up Danny’s length and bobbing down to take him in just as the hand that had been stroking Danny drifted damp fingers to where his mouth had been.

Danny was wet and open now—a single finger slid in smoothly, causing a gasp to leave him when he came and went limp in the aftermath as Mal pulled off with a loving swirl of his tongue.

“ Fuck .”

“Mmm…I’d certainly like to get there,” Mal said, devouring the sight of a debauched Danny Grant as much as he’d devoured him with his mouth. He glanced around the supply closet with a frown while Danny caught his breath. “Speaking of, you don’t happen to have—”

“Wallet. In my wallet.”

Untangling from the coiling cage of Danny’s legs, Mal crawled to the side of the bed where Danny’s discarded day clothes had been tossed.

He snatched up the jeans, discovering Danny’s wallet and a jingle of keys or maybe change in the pile of denim.

And, as implied, inside the wallet was a condom and travel-sized packet of lube.

Mal had to smirk.

“What?” Danny said, spreading his legs to allow Mal to settle between them while running a hand up his abs with his T-shirt still hitched, the little shit. “I wasn’t a Boy Scout, but being the son of a cop kind of instills the same principles.”

“‘Always be prepared’ means lube in your wallet?” Mal kissed the inside of Danny’s thigh.

“Worked in my favor tonight,” Danny snickered.

This was more like it, more like their beginning, without the secrets and lies that had torn them apart. “Lube is one thing, Sparky, but you know it’s not smart to keep condoms in your wallet.”

“I know. I put it in there today. ”

“You—” Mal stared at him, amused and amazed.

“I wanted to feel close to you again,” Danny said, almost bashful, when a moment ago he’d been playing the part of coy tease, “but I didn’t want to push you.”