Free Waiting for Patrick by Brynn Stein

where Daniel pointed. “See what?”
    “The lamp moved.” Daniel’s voice didn’t really sound fearful, but it was definitely wary.
    Elliot tried to keep an open mind. He did think something or someone was giving him the dreams and guessed Daniel might be able to sense it too. But he was having a hard time believing that whatever it was could move lamps. “Are you sure you’re not just imagining things? It does only seem to happen when you’re half-asleep.”
    Daniel shook his head, still glaring at the lamp. “Believe me. I’m wide-awake.” He pointed and gasped, “There, it moved again.”
    Elliot examined the lamp. “It looks like it’s in the same place, and I didn’t hear anything.”
    “I don’t think it made any noise. It only wiggled a little.” Daniel spared a glance at Elliot but returned his gaze to the offending light fixture as soon as possible.
    “Well, if there is a ghost”—Elliot was trying to give Daniel the benefit of the doubt—“he doesn’t really seem to be trying to hurt us. I can live with a wiggly lamp.” He smiled at Daniel and tucked himself between the sheets again. “Come on. Lie back down.”
    “Elliot. Aren’t you going to do something?” Daniel was a little more concerned. “Tell it to behave or something.”
    Elliot looked at the ceiling. “Behave, Ghost.” Then he pulled Daniel toward him and nestled him in his arms. “Better?”
    Daniel shook his head but stayed where he was. Elliot stabbed the button on the base of the lamp, turning off the light so they could go back to sleep.
     
     
    THE NEXT morning, Daniel woke up first. He had been promised sex, and he was going to have it. He tried waking Elliot up, but all he got for his trouble was a couple of grunts. So he wriggled down under the blankets and pulled at pajama bottoms and underwear until he had the sought-after part of Elliot. Exposed and vulnerable to his attack.
    And attack he did. He swallowed him down in one gulp. It wasn’t difficult to do since Elliot was still soft. Daniel rolled Elliot’s flaccid penis around in his mouth until it started to grow, and he heard Elliot groan.
    “Dammit, Daniel, you scared me half to death.” Elliot was wide-awake now and responding nicely to Daniel’s ministrations.
    Daniel only hummed in response when he made Elliot groan again. Elliot flung the covers out of the way and grabbed a handful of Daniel’s hair. Daniel was torn between pushing into those strong hands at the back of his head and continuing to burrow into the wiry curls in front of him. Before Daniel could decide, Elliot took the choice away by pulling Daniel toward him until Elliot’s cock was buried deep in Daniel’s throat. He knew Elliot would release him if he gave any indication that this wasn’t what he wanted. But it was. He wanted it more than he could believe. He adjusted his angle so he could breathe through his nose, and he let Elliot’s long, thick length rock back and forth.
    It didn’t take long before Elliot exploded deep within Daniel’s throat. Daniel slowly relinquished his prize, letting it gently slide out of his mouth and onto Elliot’s bared groin. Daniel licked him clean and crawled up his body, peppering kisses along the way, to capture his mouth in a morning kiss.
     
     
    ELLIOT TOOK charge of the kiss, then took charge of Daniel. He grabbed Daniel by his wrists and rolled them over until Elliot was covering Daniel’s body, inch for inch, with Daniel’s wrists pinned above them near the headboard.
    Daniel looked blissed out already, and Elliot wondered if that was just from giving head, which he remembered Daniel said he loved to do, or because he liked the light bondage. Theorizing it was the bondage, Elliot moved Daniel’s hands around the slats in the headboard.
    “Keep them there,” Elliot ordered and knew he had guessed correctly when Daniel’s smile widened at the command. “Don’t move.”
    Elliot moved slowly down Daniel’s body, licking and