Free Finding Eden by Kele Moon

trust himself to speak. Danny’s hold on his chin was biting, his body close enough that Paul could feel the heat off him. He bit his lip to fight the urge to arch into him, to silently beg for closer contact. He wanted to close his eyes to hide, but he didn’t dare. Danny’s gaze held him captive.
    Danny huffed in irritation when Paul didn’t answer and then clarified in a slow, concise voice that demanded an answer. “Why would pain fuck you up like this?”
    “How the hell am I supposed to know?” Paul snapped, the fight against the raging lust making him defiant and angry. He didn’t want to be waging this battle, not when he was hurting this nicely and Danny smelled like smoky sex wrapped up in one very attractive package. “Do I look like a doctor?”
    Danny shoved him in retaliation. Taken by surprise, the back of Paul’s head smacked against the window.
    That was all it took for the fight to slip out of him as if he had never waged the battle to begin with.
    Paul arched into Danny with a low groan, his eyes rolling back under the flood of longing that washed over him, crushing every last bit of resistance he had.
    Danny’s breath hitched, his body going ramrod stiff in reaction. “Oh my God,” he choked out, the shock ringing in his voice.
    Paul’s mind ran rampant with the problem of trying to talk Danny into playing with him. He disconnected himself completely, freeing him from the worry of a destroyed friendship. When he opened his eyes, he made them soft on purpose. He licked his lips, very aware of how that action drew Danny’s gaze to them, and it was obvious they both knew what he was implying.
    Danny opened his mouth, nothing but a choking gasp slipping past his lips. Then he pulled away, sitting back up in the driver’s seat and staring ahead unseeing. He rested his hands on the steering wheel, his shoulders unnaturally stiff, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants of what Paul could only assume was extreme shock.
    “You have officially fucked up the voice of my conscience, Paul Guy,” Danny finally whispered after the longest minute of Paul’s life. “And it’s really bad timing.”
    “I’m sorry,” Paul rasped, not really sure what he was apologizing for, but hating himself for pissing Danny off nonetheless. “I won’t do it again.”
    “I can’t do this,” Danny started, his eyes still wide and staring into the darkness as if he were talking to himself. “It’d be such a dick move to take advantage of you when you’re like this. It’d be bad, Paul Guy, really bad—even for me. There’s something wrong with you. Your father fucked you up or something. I can’t take advantage of that. Tell me how fucked up that would be.”
    Paul stared hard, his jaw falling slack. Danny was actually considering it. That was painfully easy, much more so than Paul had expected.
    Excitement made his voice quiver as he said frantically, “But I like the idea of you taking advantage of me. It’s sorta—hot.” Paul looked away after the last word, feeling embarrassed despite everything because he’d done it, he’d laid it out on the table in a way only someone who got off on humiliation could.
    “What triggers it?” Danny asked, still refusing to look at Paul. “Is it just the pain? Or is it something else?”
    “I like the mind fuck,” Paul explained, answering Danny’s questions without an ounce of censorship because it wasn’t in him to lie to the person he’d handed the reins to. “And I love the pain, that’s my fetish. But I like to be dominated too, to be told what to do. I like providing pleasure. Really, I like whatever you like.”
    “Can I just be an asshole?” Danny clarified, his grip on the steering wheel white knuckled once more. “Or do I have to hurt you?”
    “Are you willing to hurt me?” Paul asked in surprise, unable to hide the longing and excitement in his voice.
    “What’d I get if I do?” Danny finally turned to look at him, his glare so