Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar, Chapter Fifteen

Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar Chapter FifteenFallingFor a little while Connort het held Daniel. He didn't know it, but this was the sweetest gift he could have given him. Daniel wasn't used to being touched unless someone wanted something from him.

Daniel's head rested on his shoulder, his arm's about Connor's neck, and he stared out at the stormy ocean dreamily. After a bit, he turned his head and began softly sucking a patch of skin on the side of Connor's neck.

Connor sighed, enjoying the intimacy. "Is it marking me you are, Danny?"

"Yes." Daniel bit lightly, licked, then went back to sucking.

"I like that. I'll wear it proud." He touched Daniel's throat. "I only wish I could do the same for you." Daniel stiffened in apprehension, and Connor soothed, "No, pet. I know better than that. I'll not give that bastard any reason to suspect you. But it will be a sacrifice."

Again he touched Daniel's throat, and Danny arched his head back, offering himself more fully to the touch. "You'd look good with my mark on you, sweetheart. A bit of purple or red."

Daniel looked up at him, and now the look was what Connor had been hoping for. It was soft, warm, and wanting. Daniel began to kiss his way down Connor's chest. He found. the still hard nipples and licked them tenderly, bestowing soft bites. Connor groaned his appreciation, moving to hold Daniel's head. "Yes, sweetheart. Love me."

Ballard shifted off Galbraith's lap, but only to give himself more room. He ran his tongue down lea lean torso to the flat, heaving abdomen, and spent a long moment lavishing it with every oral trick he could think of. Andrew only ever wanted a direct approach. Daniel relished the opportunity to use all his skills on an appreciative lover.

He made Connor gasp and laugh by playfully dipping his tongue into his naval. He reached for the waistband of Connor's trunks, pushing them down. Connor's cock sprang free, lifting proudly from a tangle of blue-black curls. Daniel touched it almost reverently. "You have a beautiful cock." He smiled mischievously. "I should know. I've seen a few."

Connor's voice was thick. "You'll not be thinkin' of them now, Boyo. You'll be paying attention to the one that's before ya." The tone was firm, but there was no harshness in it.

Daniel smiled to himself. "Yes, sir." He'd always hated it when Andrew demanded the submissive use of titles, but with this gentle, but intense Irishman, it felt right.

He bent down and dropped a kiss on the pink, moist cock head, then swirled his tongue around it. Connor moaned. Daniel started to take him into his mouth, and was startled when Connor pulled him up. "No, Danny."

Confused, he glanced from Connor's face to his rigid prick, and back. "But... I don't understand. Don't you want me to suck you?"

"Oh, more than you could possibly imagine. But not this time." He touched Daniel's throat again, concern mingled with the lust in his eyes. "Not while you're still hurtin' from what that shite did to you."

Daniel trembled. This man was willing to forgo his own pleasure for Daniel's sake. He could feel his eyes tearing up at this simple consideration, and wanted more than ever to do something good for him. "I want to make you happy."

"You will, dear one. Just not like that, not this time." Connor lifted, and removed his trunks completely. "Take them off. Let me see you."

Danny skinned his trunks down and tossed them aside. He was a little anxious. He knew he looked good in clothes, but there had always been a moment of anxiety the first time a new lover saw him naked. He wasn't entirely sure of himself till he could see the desire in their eyes, know that he hadn't proved a disappointment. There was no doubt with Connor. His eyes positively glowed as they swept over the older man. And Daniel, who hadn't blushed for many, many years, felt the warm pink tide creeping up his face.

Galbraith pushed Daniel back slowly, stretching his body out over the other man's longer frame. Danny spread his legs, letting Connor settle between them, bringing their groins together. When their hard cocks touched, both made noises. Daniel, a soft gasp, Connor an exhalation.

Connor kissed Daniel again, and began to move against him, slowly. Daniel felt the sensuous slide of spongy-firm flesh rubbing against his dick, his belly, his hip, streaking him with warm precome. He undulated beneath the other man, rising to meet him.

As his passion climbed, Connor began to thrust more strongly against his lover, holding his hips to guide him to greater pleasure. He reveled in the moans and whimpers that Daniel made. The sweet young man seemed helpless in his passion. It was a powerful stimulant, being able to cause such response.

Daniel's head tossed on the blanket, brown hair wild. His eyes were dark grey now, the gold, green and blue overwhelmed, the pupils dilated. "I'm close," he gasped. "So close..." He couldn't remember the last time someone had considered his sexual release, had tried to bring him to climax for any other reason than the fact that it would make their own experience more pleasurable.

"Then go, go, darlin'," Connor whispered. He reached down and took both of their cocks in his hands, pressing them together, and pumped strongly. "Come, Danny! Fly for me."

Daniel Ballard gave a choked wail. "Con! Oh, god..." and had the most shattering orgasm he'd had in years. His hot sperm bathed his belly, spurting almost to his chest, and coated Connor's hands. Connor went still, except that now his hands worked quickly, sliding in the slick come, using it as a lubricant to finish jerking himself off. He grunted, adding his cream to the mess slicking Daniel's heaving belly, feeling as if his very soul were pouring out, in tribute to the astonishing man writhing under him.

Then he lay against Daniel as they both shook, and slowly regained their breath and senses. Connor mover off his lover, lying beside him, and Daniel turned toward him on his side, pressing his forehead to Connor's shoulder. Connor stroked his hair tenderly, murmuring, "What a wonderful boy it is. What a treasure, what a marvel."

Daniel made a cooing sound against his flesh. Then he reached down and skimmed his fingers through the mingled semen on his belly, lifted his fingers to his lips, and licked them clean. He reached down again, and offered his hand to Connor. Connor gripped his wrist, gazed into his eyes, and carefully lapped the pearly drops away.

They kissed again, and Daniel settled back with a sigh. After awhile, Connor spoke in a low voice. "I love you, Danny boy."

Daniel closed his eyes, biting his lip. "You don't know me, Con."

"We've been over this track before, haven't we?" He settled Daniel more comfortably in the crook of his arm. "It puts me in mind of what me grandma used to talk about. She'd say, `Connor, lad, there are two kinds of love, and neither is the better of the other. There's the kind that creeps on you, slow and gradual like. Then..'" Connor pointed out at the sky. As if on cue a huge flash of lightening split the clouds. "`Then there's The Thunderbolt' And that's what's happened to me, Danny. Square between the eyes. Maybe you're one of the slow an' gradual ones. I can wait. You don't have to say you love me now. But don't say that you don't, eh? Take a little time."

"We're only going to be here for three days."

"And who says you have to be leavin' with him?"

Daniel pressed his face against the smooth, fragrant chest of Connor Galbraith, mentally comparing it to Andrew's thick, powerful chest, covered with grizzled, graying hair. "He will."

"I might be havin' a say about that meself."

Daniel squeezed Connor's shoulder. "Please, Con. I think he may really be crazy. I..don't want you to get hurt."

"Don't trouble your mind about it right now, Boyo. There's time for that later. I don't want you thinkin' of that wanker right now, an' spoilin' our time together."

Daniel smiled. "Wanker? What's that?"

"Nothin' very nice." He whispered in el'sel's ear, "Well, I s'pose the American equivalent would be shit or bastard. But wanking..." He reached down and stroked his soft prick. "Is this."

Daniel smiled, but then it faded, and he stared up at the canvas overhead. "No, he doesn't really do that. That's why he has me."
"Stop it!" Connor shook him gently. "Don't talk about yourself like that."

"Like how?"

"Like you're... some sort of creature. A thing."

"But Connor, that's what I am. It's what I've let myself become. It wasn't always like that. When I first started out, I genuinely cared for the men I went with. Oh, it wasn't deathless, romantic love. But it was something. But with Andrew..." He blew out a breath. "I was pretty desperate when Andrew came back into my life. My last daddy, oh, he was a sweety. Gave me everything. He was really old, almost eighty. He couldn't really...do anything any more. But he liked to touch me, hold me, look at me. I was happy with him. But he died, and his family stepped in."

Daniel grimaced. "God, they hated me. And it wasn't like any of them ever took the time to be with him. I took care of him those last few months, me and his nurse. We made it possible for him to stay at home. The day after he died they kicked me out. I was allowed to take one suitcase of clothes."

"The bastards!"

Daniel shrugged. "I suppose it was natural. They thought I was after him for all I could get. He did leave me some, but I didn't find out about it till they contested the will. A little condo, a car, and a trust that would have paid me a couple of thousand a month for a year, so I could get on my feet. They froze it all. If I hadn't had about a thousand stashed out of my pin money and some good friends, I'd have been on the streets. Actually, that's where his son-in-law said I belonged; peddling my ass."

"Danny, you seem to have run into many people in your life I could very easily ." ."

Daniel continued. "I was literally down to my last few dollars when a friend invited me to Belmont. And Andrew found me there. I remembered him, of course. He was around a lot when I was a kid. By the time I was fifteen, I knew he wanted me. I kept waiting for him to make a move. It was like waiting for a shoe to drop. I didn't want him to. I mean, I was never attracted to him. I finally figured out that he was waiting for me to get legal. The idea of chicken didn't turn him off, but the possibility of a statutory charge did. But I cut myself out of the family flock before he could do anything."

"So there I was, desperate straights, wolf at the door, mortgage foreclosed and all that melodramatic bull shit. And here comes old Uncle Andy. He's RICH, hee can afford me. And he still wants me. Lord, it came off him in waves. He did everything but lick me right out there at the track. I thought to myself, `Daniel, it could be worse.'"

He chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, it could have been worse. I could have run to a sociopath instead of just an asshole. But I didn't feel like I had any choice, and I could always leave later, right? So I accepted a dinner invitation. His eyes just crawled over me all evening. I didn't have to do anything. I knew it was coming. It was just a matter of waiting for it. And on the way home he pulled into an alley and dry humped me. He bought me clothes the next day. Expensive clothes. Roles established."

"Daniel," Connor said quietly, "Let me tell you something. I have some friends in the theater. I'm quite fond of it, I go when I can. And I've learned one thing. No matter how firmly an actor is established in a role, he doesn't stay in it forever." He stroked Daniel's chin. "He moves on."