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a few dishes. It s not enough.
I may be stubborn, but you need to learn how to take without needing to give back all the time,
Tyler snapped. No one s balancing the books here.
I don t take charity.
Well, let me set you a good example, then. Tyler put his arm around Dan s shoulders. Hold me
steady and just -- yeah, that s it.
Dan s T-shirt was two shades darker in places by the time Tyler was in the bath, groaning happily at
the heat of the water, enough to make his skin pop out in goose bumps, as if it d been cold water not
just this side of boiling. He watched Dan pluck the clinging fabric away and then shrug and strip it
off. The shorts he was wearing looked even more indecent now, their downward slide halted by the
curve of his ass.
You re not wearing anything under there, are you?
Dan grinned self-consciously. The new shorts itch; I m going to have to wash them, I think. And I d
look dumb with them around my waist and these shorts around my --
Knees, Tyler supplied, and sank a little deeper into the haven of the water. He could feel tight
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muscles loosening and the pain seeping out into the water. True. You would. He waved lazily at the
door. Thanks for not drowning me. I ll yell if I need any help getting out.
Dan didn t move.
I can scrub my back by myself.
I wasn t offering.
Then why are you still here?
Dan smiled, slow and sweet and dirty, a combination that made Tyler s mouth go dry. You got to see
me up close and personal last night; I guess it s my turn now.
Boy, I want to lie here and relax, and if you re staring at me as if I m a -- a wildebeest and you re a
lion, I m going to tense up again.
Is that how I look? Dan gave that some consideration before shrugging. Sounds about right, and
you do look on the tasty side.
You need to work on your pick-up lines, Tyler told him, more amused than anything now. Christ,
how old was the kid? Isn t that what you told me? They lack finesse.
Me, I prefer direct, Dan said. I like what I see and I d like to do more than look. After last night, I
don t think you re going to freak out over me saying that, even if you re not interested in me.
Was that a smidgen of hurt under the indifference? Tyler spared Dan a sidelong look. Oh, yeah, for all
the bravado of the words, the kid s mouth was tight and his shoulders were rounded, making him look
smaller.
You re on the young side, that s all. Twenty. Shit, the only time I ve fucked someone who was
twenty, I was sixteen. Tyler reached for the soap and washcloth with his good hand. Don t take it
personally. These days, I m not having sex with anyone. He draped the washcloth over his knee and
rubbed the soap across it, then watched the white lather on the green cloth, tiny bubbles forming and
vanishing as he concentrated on getting the washcloth good and soapy.
Why not? Dan took a few steps and leaned against the sink, still too far away to touch. Tyler felt a
quiver of unease at how vulnerable he was, naked, trapped in the bath& but Dan just didn t seem
dangerous somehow. A body like yours, even with the whole back off, I bite attitude, you re not
going to get turned down.
No, Tyler agreed placidly. I don t. Because I don t offer. And if you think a small town like this is
just full of men wanting to get their hands on me, well, hate to disappoint you, but it isn t.
Which didn t mean he hadn t had offers, because he had.
You d tell them no, anyway, same as you re telling me, wouldn t you?
Mm-hmm. I most likely would. He set the soap down on the corner of the bath, where it was wide
enough that the soap wouldn t immediately fall into the water, and began to wash, one-handed.
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And I m asking why again.
Ask away; you re not getting an answer. He gave Dan an exasperated look. Why are you so
goddamned interested in my sex life, anyway?
Because you don t have one.
Tyler held up his wet, soap-slicked hand. Yeah, I do.
Jerking off doesn t count.
It s enough for me. And if Dan ever left him alone, he might just prove that. The night before, he d
gotten no more than half-hard with Dan in his mouth, fucking it with an endearing, frustrating care,
but pain, fatigue, and the need to make it all about Dan had been the reason for that. He hadn t wanted
to get hard; Dan would have felt the need to reciprocate at best; panic at worst, and that wasn t what
he d done it for.
Today, though& oh, today he wanted to come, tease himself slowly up to a climax that would leave
him warm and loose, a drowse in the sunlight, not a bolt of lightning, a languid, lazy rock into the
cradle of his palm and fingers.
And now he was hard. Shit. He refused to do anything as pointless as draping the washcloth over the
evidence; Dan watched his cock harden, and the only thing saving the boy was that he wasn t smiling.
Hard to do that with your mouth hanging open.
Now, are you going to get on the other side of the door? he inquired, expecting Dan to back away
fast, his face as red as Tyler s skin was getting, soaked in hot, hot water.
Do you see me leaving? Dan knelt by the side of the bath, at the tap end, and propped his arms on
the side. Go on then.
What?
You said jerking off was better than sex with me. He hadn t. He really hadn t. So I guess maybe
I ve been doing it wrong, or something, because I like it, God, yes, but it doesn t feel better than
being with someone else. Dan s gaze fixed itself on Tyler s groin. So I ll watch what you do -- I
won t touch, don t worry -- and I ll maybe pick up some pointers.
Dan wasn t broken, was he? Anyone who could be this demurely innocent in voice and blatant,
brazen with his eyes, after what he d gone through, was going to make it. Tyler allowed himself a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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a few dishes. It s not enough.
I may be stubborn, but you need to learn how to take without needing to give back all the time,
Tyler snapped. No one s balancing the books here.
I don t take charity.
Well, let me set you a good example, then. Tyler put his arm around Dan s shoulders. Hold me
steady and just -- yeah, that s it.
Dan s T-shirt was two shades darker in places by the time Tyler was in the bath, groaning happily at
the heat of the water, enough to make his skin pop out in goose bumps, as if it d been cold water not
just this side of boiling. He watched Dan pluck the clinging fabric away and then shrug and strip it
off. The shorts he was wearing looked even more indecent now, their downward slide halted by the
curve of his ass.
You re not wearing anything under there, are you?
Dan grinned self-consciously. The new shorts itch; I m going to have to wash them, I think. And I d
look dumb with them around my waist and these shorts around my --
Knees, Tyler supplied, and sank a little deeper into the haven of the water. He could feel tight
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muscles loosening and the pain seeping out into the water. True. You would. He waved lazily at the
door. Thanks for not drowning me. I ll yell if I need any help getting out.
Dan didn t move.
I can scrub my back by myself.
I wasn t offering.
Then why are you still here?
Dan smiled, slow and sweet and dirty, a combination that made Tyler s mouth go dry. You got to see
me up close and personal last night; I guess it s my turn now.
Boy, I want to lie here and relax, and if you re staring at me as if I m a -- a wildebeest and you re a
lion, I m going to tense up again.
Is that how I look? Dan gave that some consideration before shrugging. Sounds about right, and
you do look on the tasty side.
You need to work on your pick-up lines, Tyler told him, more amused than anything now. Christ,
how old was the kid? Isn t that what you told me? They lack finesse.
Me, I prefer direct, Dan said. I like what I see and I d like to do more than look. After last night, I
don t think you re going to freak out over me saying that, even if you re not interested in me.
Was that a smidgen of hurt under the indifference? Tyler spared Dan a sidelong look. Oh, yeah, for all
the bravado of the words, the kid s mouth was tight and his shoulders were rounded, making him look
smaller.
You re on the young side, that s all. Twenty. Shit, the only time I ve fucked someone who was
twenty, I was sixteen. Tyler reached for the soap and washcloth with his good hand. Don t take it
personally. These days, I m not having sex with anyone. He draped the washcloth over his knee and
rubbed the soap across it, then watched the white lather on the green cloth, tiny bubbles forming and
vanishing as he concentrated on getting the washcloth good and soapy.
Why not? Dan took a few steps and leaned against the sink, still too far away to touch. Tyler felt a
quiver of unease at how vulnerable he was, naked, trapped in the bath& but Dan just didn t seem
dangerous somehow. A body like yours, even with the whole back off, I bite attitude, you re not
going to get turned down.
No, Tyler agreed placidly. I don t. Because I don t offer. And if you think a small town like this is
just full of men wanting to get their hands on me, well, hate to disappoint you, but it isn t.
Which didn t mean he hadn t had offers, because he had.
You d tell them no, anyway, same as you re telling me, wouldn t you?
Mm-hmm. I most likely would. He set the soap down on the corner of the bath, where it was wide
enough that the soap wouldn t immediately fall into the water, and began to wash, one-handed.
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And I m asking why again.
Ask away; you re not getting an answer. He gave Dan an exasperated look. Why are you so
goddamned interested in my sex life, anyway?
Because you don t have one.
Tyler held up his wet, soap-slicked hand. Yeah, I do.
Jerking off doesn t count.
It s enough for me. And if Dan ever left him alone, he might just prove that. The night before, he d
gotten no more than half-hard with Dan in his mouth, fucking it with an endearing, frustrating care,
but pain, fatigue, and the need to make it all about Dan had been the reason for that. He hadn t wanted
to get hard; Dan would have felt the need to reciprocate at best; panic at worst, and that wasn t what
he d done it for.
Today, though& oh, today he wanted to come, tease himself slowly up to a climax that would leave
him warm and loose, a drowse in the sunlight, not a bolt of lightning, a languid, lazy rock into the
cradle of his palm and fingers.
And now he was hard. Shit. He refused to do anything as pointless as draping the washcloth over the
evidence; Dan watched his cock harden, and the only thing saving the boy was that he wasn t smiling.
Hard to do that with your mouth hanging open.
Now, are you going to get on the other side of the door? he inquired, expecting Dan to back away
fast, his face as red as Tyler s skin was getting, soaked in hot, hot water.
Do you see me leaving? Dan knelt by the side of the bath, at the tap end, and propped his arms on
the side. Go on then.
What?
You said jerking off was better than sex with me. He hadn t. He really hadn t. So I guess maybe
I ve been doing it wrong, or something, because I like it, God, yes, but it doesn t feel better than
being with someone else. Dan s gaze fixed itself on Tyler s groin. So I ll watch what you do -- I
won t touch, don t worry -- and I ll maybe pick up some pointers.
Dan wasn t broken, was he? Anyone who could be this demurely innocent in voice and blatant,
brazen with his eyes, after what he d gone through, was going to make it. Tyler allowed himself a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]