Free Wild Raspberries by Jane Davitt Page A

happened, if it did. Maybe it wouldn’t when he’d had a few more meals and a decent night’s sleep. “If I could afford it, I’d get therapy. Since I can’t, guess I’ll deal. I got off lucky compared to some; I know that. I’m not complaining.”
    There didn’t seem much point in just standing there going on about himself when Tyler wanted to sleep; Dan shut up before he was told to, nodded a good night, and headed for the door.
    “Come here.”
    “What?” Startled, Dan spun around.
    Tyler crooked his finger. “Here.”
    “Look, I don’t know what you had in mind, but —”
    “Come here and you’ll find out.”
    Unwillingly, a knot of fear and excitement in his gut, he went back to stand in front of an annoying calm Tyler. Didn’t the man ever get emotional? Well, other than angry, anyway.
    Tyler put out his un-bandaged hand and drew a single fingertip slowly down Dan’s chest, starting at the hollow of his throat and ending at the waistband of his shorts. By the time it was level with his nipples, they were hard and the fear had been washed away by arousal, a bright, hot sting of it that made his balls ache from being so tight, his cock throb, wanting to be touched.
    “I’m not in the mood, boy,” Tyler told him, his voice calm and soft. “Even if it’s been a while since anyone offered and I said yes. My hand hurts, my ankle’s fucking killing me, and my butt’s feeling on the tender side. But I figure it’ll take about thirty seconds to see to you and then we can both get some sleep, because once I have you’re going to get your ass back on the couch and you don’t come back in here again without being asked, you got that?”
    “Yes, sir,” Dan blurted out. Okay, now where the fuck had that come from?
    “Oh, you’re so polite,” Tyler said, mocking, but kind enough with it that Dan didn’t take offence. “Want my hand or my mouth?” He shook his head before Dan could reply. “No, let’s make it both…”
    “Oh, God,” Dan said involuntarily, his hips arching forward. “Tyler —”
    “Take off those damn shorts, boy,” Tyler said. “I’ve got some standards, and those bunnies hopping all over the place are making me go cross-eyed.”
    Dan slipped them down with hands that didn’t seem to be working and was dimly aware of a soft, appreciative hum from Tyler that was gratifying, even if he knew he wasn’t all that much to look at down there. Just average; a soft curl of cock and a bounce of balls when he wasn’t hard and when he was, well, he was usually too busy to take notes.
    Tyler’s hand closed around him in a loose grip and then tightened to the point where Dan knew he wouldn’t have been able to thrust up into that grip if he’d tried. It didn’t hurt; Tyler seemed to know just how much pressure he had to apply to get Dan held in place. He relaxed his grip and squeezed again, and Dan whimpered helplessly because there was nothing else to do. He didn’t think Tyler wanted anything in the way of a touch, so his hands were by his sides; Tyler sure as hell didn’t need any help, because he looked like he knew just what he was doing, and that left Dan standing there, legs on the shaky side, mouth dry.
    He had one flash of the last man he’d done this for, just one, a memory of the spiky, ginger bristles he could see sprouting on the guy’s chin when he’d glanced up to make sure the man wasn’t looking mad after Dan had gagged and pulled back to catch his breath. Then Tyler leaned down and slipped his mouth over the head of Dan’s cock, smooth as silk, his tongue busy painting circles and swirls. Tyler peeled his fingers away one by one as he took Dan in deeper, timing it perfectly, a slow downward slide, until he held Dan with a circle of thumb and forefinger and the hollow, hot wetness of his mouth.
    “Oh, God.” Dan closed his eyes and then forced them open again because he didn’t want to miss anything. Positioned like this, he couldn’t see much;