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Danny Williams didn’t know how he had come to this place in his life. He was almost 38 years old, divorced with an 11 year old daughter, living in Hawaii where he worked on a special task force that threatened his life daily, and was now currently standing over his hyper-masculine, former SEAL, gorgeous god of a man for a partner while said partner was sucking his cock down his throat while Danny gripped his hair. It was a moment of clarity for him, a harsh truth bomb that detonated in his brain and almost made him falter in his enjoyment of having Steve’s lips stretched around his dick and the feeling of the tight, wet cavern of his mouth sucking him down.
He gripped Steve’s soft, thick hair harder and pulled enough to get his partner’s attention. Steve’s hazel eyes rolled up to his and locked there as he added his big hand to the action by cupping Danny’s sack and pulling and tugging while gingerly massaging his balls as his mouth engulfed Danny’s cock. He could feel the pressure building in his body and threatening to explode, but he grit his teeth and held back for all he was worth. What Steve was doing to him felt too sinfully good for him to let go now.
Being with Steve like this, raw and intimate, fulfilled a part of his soul that he never realized he was missing. There was such total trust between them that they had no desire to hide from each other anymore. It was why their sex life was so passionate and intense. Their jobs were stressful and highly dangerous which lent itself to limitless opportunities to thrust them into emotionally-charged situations. When the bullets stopped flying, the bad guys were in jail or dead, and your team came out alive…well, something had to be done with all that leftover adrenaline. For Danny and Steve, that meant one of two things: either they would end up fighting, or fucking. Danny enjoyed both. He was a man of excess testosterone and fully accepted that he had a Napoleon Complex where he felt compelled to exert his dominance by either word or deed. He loved fighting with Steve, because either Steve would come out swinging and put up a good fight, or he would flash that charming half-smile and shoot off a smart ass remark that would make Danny laugh and diffuse the ball of anger in his stomach. But after they had crossed the line into having sex for the first time, Danny’s new drug of choice became fucking Steve.
It never got old or boring. Even after six months of this…whatever they were, Danny still craved Steve’s touch, daydreamed about fucking him on top of the vid screen at work, and lusted after his partner almost to the point of insanity. He never realized that this level of need even existed. Even during the best times in his marriage to Rachel, he had never felt this out of control. Steve did that to him every single day. Even if they didn’t fuck every time they saw each other, the desire was still there. He just simply couldn’t get enough of the man. The cynical part of Danny’s psyche couldn’t help but wonder if Steve somehow knew that about him. Is that why they were here, right now, with Steve sucking him off with skill and precision? Would his partner use that knowledge against him somehow to manage and control him until Danny was putty in his hands? And that was the disturbing little thought that dropped into his head at the most inopportune moment.
Danny gasped for breath as Steve knelt at his feet in the unisex bathroom in the lobby of the Palace. They had just finished busting up a robbery gang that was hitting local tourist hotspots, and this one had ended with Danny shooting two of them and Steve pursuing the last one on foot. Steve ultimately had caught his suspect and sent him in for booking, but only one of Danny’s perps had made it there alive. The sheer emotional overload had sent him into fight or flight mode, except with Danny, it was more accurately fight or fuck mode. Steve had handled the rest of the circus quickly and efficiently by handing over the suspects to Duke and giving a formal statement of the events while Danny stewed and impatiently suffered through an exam by an EMT.
Steve had known that Danny was losing his cool, so he had swooped in and ushered Danny to the Camaro and hopped in the driver’s seat. Danny was twitching, his body never coming to a rest, the whole drive to the Palace. Danny began to pick at Steve and ripped him up one side and down the other for chasing after an armed suspect, but Steve remained stubbornly quiet. Danny had continued to harangue him from the parking lot and on into the lobby of the Palace when Steve had grabbed his arm and unceremoniously shoved him into the unisex bathroom and locked the door.
“What the fuck are you doing, Steven?” Danny exploded at his partner. “We’ve got suspects to interrogate and a million fucking reports to write up over this clusterfuck of an operation.”
Steve was completely unruffled by his partner’s motor mouth and flying hands of agitation. In fact, he didn’t say anything to him at all. Very calmly, he lowered himself to his knees and began to work open the belt that secured Danny’s pants closed and then popped open the button and lowered the zipper.
Danny had frozen in place as his scrambled brain began to catch up to his already hard cock that was definitely with the program. “Babe, what are you…I mean, we’re in public, for God’s sake!”
Steve’s big, calloused hand reached inside his partner’s boxer briefs and liberated his thick, aching cock until it was poised at the opening of his lips. “The door is locked, Danny. No one can get in.”
Danny moaned out, “Fuck…me…” when Steve licked a long, wet stripe up the shorter man’s erection and then engulfed his length into his mouth. The former SEAL wasn’t gentle as he sucked and licked at Danny’s cock and he hummed in approval when Danny’s fingers sink into his hair and gripped. Steve was relentless in his goal of sucking him down his throat and he took in a deep breath before grabbing his partner’s ass and pulling him inside his mouth until Danny’s fat crown was wedged in his throat and Steve’s nose was buried in the crisp curls at his base.
“God damn, you are so good at this, babe,” Danny groaned as he thrust firmly into Steve’s mouth. He could feel him gag around his length, but instead of pulling back like he usually did, Danny pushed forward again. “I can feel your throat squeezing me. Open up your throat and take it,” he growled, his fingers gripping and pulling at his partner’s hair.
Steve obeyed his command and allowed Danny to thrust roughly in and out of his throat. Danny couldn’t take his eyes off of the man at his feet, and his rhythm faltered for a moment at the sheer beauty of Steve’s eyes that watched him with heated calculation. How had he come to this place, with this man?
Danny could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body as his orgasm swelled to an unbearable size within him. Steve’s hands were busy, squeezing and milking his sack before sliding back to massage his perineum. Danny grunted low in his throat and thrust deep into Steve’s throat and allowed the pressure building inside of him to finally release. Shot after shot of his come poured down Steve’s throat, and the SEAL swallowed and sucked until Danny was a quivering mess of relieved adrenaline on shaky legs.
With efficient and practiced ease, Steve tucked Danny’s rapidly deflating cock back in his pants and set him to rights by tucking in his shirt, zipping him up, and fastening his belt once more while Danny stood there passively as he recovered his galloping heart rate. Steve washed his hands, rinsed his mouth, and finger-combed his hair until he was once again the presentable and intimidating partner Danny was used to.
Danny was still standing where Steve had left him, staring blankly at his partner with his mouth agape, and Steve reached over to snap his mouth shut. “Come on, Danno. We’ve got shit to do, right?”
Danny shook the cobwebs of lust out of his brain and followed after Steve docilely. He frowned in consternation as they rode the elevator up to their floor and couldn’t help thinking that even though Danny had been the one on the receiving end of the blow job, Steve was the one who had dominated and controlled him.