Hobbled (21 page)

“Why? You think Childers is really the murderer?”

“Hell, no. I just think they could have fallen into your pool and drowned. It’s dark back there. Silly twits. But if that finger was real, then I do think we should call the cops.”

“No way! My dad’ll get in trouble for not being in town chaperoning my sorry ass while I’m under house arrest. I’ve caused him enough grief. Please, Luke, don’t call the police. We’ll handle it some other way. Okay?”

Luke sighed. Reluctantly, he said, “Okay. But if we get murdered by a gay serial killer, it’s on your head.”

“Very funny. You don’t really think Childers is the killer, do you?”

“Nah. Do you?”

“Nah.”

Neither of them sounded entirely convinced. And although they didn’t mention it out loud, they were both wondering what Childers had been chuckling about behind that fence right after DeVon took off running. He certainly
sounded
crazy enough to be a serial killer. And he sure as hell scared the shit out of DeVon too.

They needed to talk to that kid.

Danny switched off the kitchen light and pulled Luke toward the stairs. “Let’s see if we can see anything from my room.”

In Danny’s room, they stood at the south window and gazed out over the back fence into Mr. Childers’s driveway and backyard.

“He’s turned his outside light off. I can’t see anything.”

“Me either,” Luke said.

They crossed the room to look through the east window and saw Mr. Dinkens’s house lit up like a Christmas tree. Every light in the place was burning. Jeez, that guy was weird. As they watched, they spotted a tiny shadow creeping along the edge of Danny’s lawn, just this side of Dinkens’s picket fence. It was Frederick. Still prowling around. No surprise there. Then they spotted another tiny shadow creeping along behind Frederick. Childers’s cat. It must be.

In the other direction, to the west, they looked out across Danny’s side lawn and the hedge separating his yard from Luke’s. Luke’s house was dark and quiet. Aside from the moving van parked in the driveway, it still looked vacant, Danny thought. And why shouldn’t it, seeing as how its sole occupant was standing next to him in his black bathrobe, which Danny suddenly decided looked way too warm for this hot summer evening.

He reached out and gently tugged on the robe’s belt until it fell undone. Then he hooked a fingertip in the collar of the robe and slipped it off Luke’s shoulder; it slid down his back and fell in a heap at Luke’s feet.

Luke stood beside him naked. In the moonlight, he gave Danny an amused smirk.

“Are you going somewhere with this?” Luke asked.

And awkwardly, because of his cast, Danny dropped to his knees in front of Luke and pressed his face to Luke’s warm, fuzzy stomach. Luke’s dick bobbed up and bumped Danny under the chin. It seemed to want attention, so Danny settled back on his haunches and ever so slowly slipped Luke’s hardening cock into his mouth. By the time Danny had it halfway down his throat, it was about as hard as it was ever going to get. And that was pretty darned hard.

Luke’s hands held the side of Danny’s face. “Don’t move,” he said.

Danny did as he was asked and held his head perfectly still in Luke’s hands. Except, of course, for his wandering tongue. Danny was enjoying the taste of Luke’s dick too much to hold
that
still.

Slowly, Luke’s hips began to move. He eased his cock from between Danny’s lips almost to the very tip, then with Danny staring up at him, looking incredibly eager for anything that was about to happen, Luke slid his dick back in until his bush of red pubic hair was flush with Danny’s nose.

Then he did it again. In. Out. And again. Luke could see Danny stroking his own cock while Luke fucked his face. With his other hand, Danny explored Luke’s legs, easing his hand under Luke’s balls, cupping them, then moving on. He burrowed his hand through Luke’s trembling thighs and traced his fingertips along the crack of Luke’s ass. Luke squatted the least little bit to give him better access, and Danny rested his fingertip on Luke’s puckered hole. He could feel it kissing his fingertip. Flexing. Unflexing.

Danny pulled his hand back and slid it up Luke’s chest as high as he could reach. Luke bent his head and took Danny’s index finger into his mouth. He sucked on it, getting it good and wet, then Danny moved his hand back between Luke’s legs and pressed the moist fingertip to Luke’s sphincter.

Danny could feel Luke relaxing, and very gently, Danny slid his finger into Luke’s opening.

Luke gasped and willed himself to relax even more. His legs were shaking as he clamped his thighs around Danny’s wrist, holding Danny’s hand right where he wanted it.

Danny pushed a little harder, and his finger went deeper into that delicious, hot tightness. He could feel the muscles in Luke’s channel gripping him, then easing him loose, then once again drawing him deeper. All the while Luke continued to pump his cock in and out of Danny’s mouth. His cock felt like iron, it was so hard. Danny had his eyes closed, relishing the sensations. The cock in his mouth. Luke’s ass gripping his finger. The dripping of precome which Danny could taste now seeping from Luke’s dick. His own precome making Danny’s cock more responsive in his hand.

Danny stroked his own cock a little faster while he savored every inch of Luke’s.

Again Luke gripped the sides of Danny’s face, holding him still. He pulled his cock free and Danny pleaded softly, “No,” when he felt it go.

“Wait,” Luke whispered, then he turned around and placed his ass in Danny’s face. He bent over with his hands on the windowsill, opening himself up to Danny completely.

Eyes wide and eager, Danny moistened his finger again, this time with his own saliva, and slid it into that perfect opening. Luke said, “Oh,” and reached around and pulled Danny’s hand nearer. He spread his legs wider and Danny eased a second finger into Luke’s ass.

“Oh, God,” Luke sighed. “Oh, God, Danny. Fuck me. Fuck me
now
. I can’t wait any longer.”

Danny pressed his lips to Luke’s opening next to his two buried fingers, and when he pulled the fingers free he replaced them with his lips. His tongue slid into Luke’s ass, and Luke gasped like a fish out of water. “Oh, Lord, Danny. Stop playing around.
Fuck me
.”

Danny rose to his feet behind Luke and slid an arm around Luke’s chest, holding him tight.

With Luke still bent forward, resting his forearms on the windowsill, Danny spit on his own long cock and smeared his juices across the head. His knees were shaking when he pressed the head of his dick to Luke’s sphincter. It was his turn to gasp when Luke reached between his legs to cup Danny’s balls, and with his fingertips, he helped guide Danny’s cock to where he wanted it to go.

For the very first time in his life, Danny felt the incredible heat and closeness of a man’s ass envelop his cock as he eased himself past the tight ring of muscle that protected Luke’s very core.

“Don’t stop,” Luke hissed. “All the way. Put it all the way in.”

Danny gripped his arm around Luke and held him hard against him as he pushed his hips forward. His long, fat cock slid all the way in. The heat of Luke’s ass enveloped him. They both had their eyes closed, savoring the sensations. The piercer and the pierced.

“Oh, man, Luke. You are so beautiful.” Danny could barely speak now, he was trembling so hard. His breath was coming in desperate little puffs of air. His lips were pressed to the back of Luke’s neck and Luke still reached underneath himself to cup Danny’s balls with his free hand as he leaned against the windowsill, legs spread wide, eyes squeezed shut.

“Let me get used to you,” Luke stammered. Oh, God, Danny’s cock felt heavenly inside him. Luke forced his sphincter to relax even more, and finally, when he thought he was ready, he said, “Okay, Danny. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby.”

And Danny slowly drew his cock away from that ring of muscle until only the head remained inside. Then, holding Luke as tightly as he could against him, Danny slid his cock back in. The sensations were so intense Danny had to close his eyes. Luke’s fingertips cupping his balls, the muscles in Luke’s ass stroking his cock, holding it in, letting it go.

Danny forced himself to open his eyes and look out the window over Luke’s shoulder, just so he wouldn’t come too fast. He didn’t want this to end. Ever.

He thought of his dad, he thought of his car, he thought of those two damned kids crawling around in the wet grass by the back fence. He thought of everything he could think of, just so he wouldn’t think about how wonderful Luke’s ass felt sliding around his dick. Gripping it. Releasing it. Gripping it again.

They were both trembling so uncontrollably now they could barely stand up. Danny was no longer trying to ease himself in and out of Luke. He was fucking him for all he was worth. He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. His hips, coated with sweat, slapped against Luke’s ass cheeks as he drove his cock repeatedly into that eager opening. Luke was crying out and pulling Danny closer, taking that long cock as deep inside himself as he could get it.

Danny was biting at the back of Luke’s neck now. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might even be tasting blood. Christ, had he bitten him? If he had, Luke didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m gonna come,” Luke cried out.

And Danny felt Luke’s ass clench onto his cock as the come erupted from Luke’s cock, splattering the wall, splattering the windowsill. Danny reached around and grabbed the spurting cock in his fist. Luke had come without touching himself at all, Danny realized. Just the sensation of his own cock sliding in and out of Luke’s velvet ass had been enough to make Luke erupt in orgasm. That was the sexiest thing Danny could ever imagine.

Feeling the hot come on his fist as he reached around to pump Luke’s cock, still seeping all over his hand, Danny knew he couldn’t stop his own moment of ejaculation. He was about to explode, whether he wanted to or not.

“Oh, Christ,” Luke stammered, “your cock is so big now. Come inside me, Danny. Come inside me.”

Danny cried out. His whole body thrumming like a tuning fork, he rose up onto his tiptoes when the sperm tore from his cock, filling Luke’s insides. Danny continued to pump his cock into that gorgeous hot ass as his come kept surging out. Danny was sweating bullets, now, his wide-open mouth pressed hungrily to the back of Luke’s neck, his dick buried as deep as it would go inside that heavenly wet hole, and Danny just let himself come and come and come.

When the spurting stopped, Danny still refused to pull away. He felt his cock, ever so slowly, begin to soften inside Luke’s ass.

With a groan, Luke pushed himself away from the windowsill and stood upright. He reached around behind him and continued to hold Danny next to him. Continued to hold Danny
inside
him.

He turned his head to find Danny’s lips. With Danny’s cock still softly buried deep inside his core, Luke kissed Danny’s lips as if he had never tasted him before. Both their hearts were pounding, an echoing thunder reverberating in the moonlight. Danny’s tongue shot into Luke’s mouth, and Luke smiled to feel his mouth and his ass both invaded with Danny’s presence. It was an incredible sensation. For Danny too. Danny’s senses were so overloaded, he didn’t know
how
to feel. He only knew he had loved every single nanosecond of what had just happened.

Neither wanted the feelings to end, but gradually, Danny’s softening cock began to ease its way free.

Luke shuddered when the head of Danny’s cock slipped through his anal ring completely, signaling an end to all they had just experienced. He felt empty. Deserted. Only Danny’s lips against his own made him still feel whole. Still feel loved.

Slowly, they both opened their eyes to the moonlit night surrounding them. They found each other’s faces in the darkness. Again, their lips came together.

Danny took Luke’s hand and tugged him toward the bed. “Let me hold you,” he said.

And Luke followed him to Danny’s bed, where they collapsed in each other’s arms.

With the afterglow of their lovemaking still blocking all other thoughts, except those of love and lingering hunger, they let their bodies and minds relax as they lay together face to face. Groin to groin.

“I’m never letting you go,” Danny whispered. “Never.”

“Good,” Luke whispered back.

It had been a long day. They were tired. Even the memory of the incredible closeness they had just experienced could not keep them awake long. With their lips still brushing together in one lingeringly gentle good-night kiss, they slowly let the day slip into memory. They fell asleep inhaling the scent of each other’s breath, all the troubles in the world, for a while, forgotten.

Neither had seen the binoculars trained on them as they stood at the window making love. If they had, they might have been more careful in the hours to come.

But as it was, they simply slept. And while they slept, their dreams were kind.

Their awakening would be considerably less so.

H
OURS
later, in the stillest part of the night, Luke eased himself from Danny’s arms and trudged toward the bathroom to pee. He softly cursed when he stumbled over Granger, who was lying by the bathroom door. Luke stood still for a second listening for the sounds of Danny waking up, but when he didn’t hear anything but Danny’s gentle breathing, he headed on into the bathroom and did his business.

For some reason, Luke felt wide awake. He was hungry, but rather than go downstairs and forage around for something to eat, he decided he could live without food until morning. But food wasn’t the only thing he was hungry for. He was hungry for Danny too, but that could also wait until morning. Maybe.

To take his mind off his cravings, Luke padded naked through the darkness to each of Danny’s three windows, one after the other, gazing out at the night. At San Diego. His new home. Granger trailed along beside him, periodically pressing his snout to Luke’s leg, begging to be petted, begging for attention. Luke willingly obeyed, reaching down to pat Granger’s neck or twiddle his ear. At every touch from his beloved human, Granger’s tail swept happily back and forth, stirring the shadows behind him.