Free Dan & Tyler 2 - Wintergreen by Jane Davitt

take."
    "No one died of blue balls, either," Tyler said. "I'm still not clear on where you're going with this, boy, but I've been tortured for real, and if you think you'll break me--" "You think I want you begging?" Dan demanded, a flush rising in his face. "So desperate you're wriggling like a worm on a hook?"
    There was something familiar about those last words, and Tyler frowned before realizing that he'd used them to describe Dan once, when Dan had been lying under him, hands clutching Tyler, eyes wide, unfocused, as Tyler fucked him with leisurely, maddeningly slow strokes.
"I'm starting to think that's exactly what you want."
     
Dan gave Tyler a crooked grin, but his eyes were shadowed, not amused. "Yeah, maybe, but do you know why? And no, it's not the way I get my kicks."
    "Just tell me," Tyler said with a sigh. His erection was dwindling, but not by much; one touch from Dan, one kiss, and he'd be raring to go again. Months of plentiful sex had spoiled him; he was used to getting off, and he was used to Dan being the one inspiring him.
    "You said after today, you won't know I exist. Okay, that's an exaggeration," Dan said as Tyler began to protest, " but not much of one. And that's going to fucking hurt. So I need -- I need you to hurt today. Not to make us even. Hurt with wanting me so much you can't stand it. I want you to know how that feels, because it's --" Dan swallowed audibly, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "It's how I feel about you all the fucking time, and you know it. You proved you did. You love making me beg you to nail me. You get off on seeing how desperate you make me."
    "I-- Dan, no, I don't--" Tyler felt his throat close up, guilt choking him. Dan was exaggerating about this, too, but there was enough truth in his words to sting. "And it's mutual, you know," he offered.
Dan shook his head. "Not even close to it. You said it yourself, you can go without fucking me and it wouldn't bother you. Just like it won't bother you turning your back on me tomorrow."
    "Oh, yes, it will," Tyler said forcefully. "Maybe I'm better at controlling myself than you; you show everything on your face, you just don't care who knows how you're feeling, but that's something that's been trained out of me. I'm not sure I was ever that open to start with. But don't you ever think you're the only one in this relationship who gives a damn, because you're not. I'm used to you now. I don't want you to go, and I don't recall ever waking up next to you without wanting to get my hands on you to pull you closer."
"Wow," Dan said quietly, and exhaled slowly. He gave Tyler a sidelong glance. "Took you long enough to say it."
     
"Yeah, well, I didn't know it needed saying," Tyler snapped.
     
Dan patted Tyler's arm and then slipped a hand down to take Tyler's, who allowed it, still feeling edgy and unsettled, his emotions as naked and bare as his body.
     
"So are you going to fuck me?" Dan asked when the silence had mellowed to peace.
     
Tyler eyed Dan. "Sure," he said. "And I'll play along if it'll make you happy and not come."
     
"I guess you don't really have to--" Dan began.
     
"Oh, no," Tyler assured him. "I'm starting to see the possibilities."
     
"What possibilities?" Dan asked, his expression uneasy.
    Tyler smiled at Dan, showing all his teeth. "Ever been fucked by someone who pulls out just as you're about to come because someone's told him that he can't get off all day? I mean, sure, he could suck you, or jerk you off, but it won't be what you wanted, not really. Or maybe this someone's rubbing off on you, all hot skin and muscle, getting your skin tingling, and you're just getting into it, right in the groove, and he stops and backs away, leaves you high and dry again because he's under orders not to spill. Ever had that happen to you?"
"No," Dan said, edging away from Tyler. "I haven't."
     
"Let's change that," Tyler said pleasantly, and pounced on him.
     
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When Tyler thought about that day later -- and