Happy middle of the week to you, folks. It's time to tease you again, thanks to the lovely Angelica Dawson, who hosts the Mid Week Tease every week :-)
I'm taking today's tease from my MM story Ransomed, which will be part of Evernight Publishing's Dark Captive Manlove Anthology, which is set for release May 20th.
To set the scene Perry has been watching Danvers for some time, and this is the moment they meet for the first time.
Perry flattened himself against the wall as Danvers’s latest conquest exited from the alley with a satisfied smirk on his face. He had no business noticing the boy’s cute ass, nor wondering why Danvers seemed satisfied in simply servicing the men he met up with. As far as Perry could tell, those jerks never returned the favor. This asshole certainly hadn’t, and glaring at the man’s departing back, he entered the dark and dingy alleyway that ran between the buildings. The streetlights barely illuminated the entrance, and he waited a second for his eyes to adjust. Danny boy was mid jerking himself off, and froze when he noticed Perry blocking his exit way.
“Don’t stop on my account, boy. I’ve been enjoying the show thus far.”
Hand wrapped around his slim, yet surprisingly long dick, Danvers relaxed and resumed his hand job. Already, beads of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his peen, and Perry swallowed hard. He had the insane urge to close his hand over the boy’s and finish him off. In his mind’s eye, Danny boy was coming hard all over his hand, before he dropped to his knees in front of him, to enable Perry to shoot his own load all down Danvers’s slender throat.
Fuck knew where those thoughts were coming from. Danvers represented a nice, big paycheck for Perry—that was all. Perry always kept his hands off the merchandise. As they were usually female, he never had a problem with it, but this guy—who now shot him a saucy look from under his long eyelashes—yeah, he was getting to him.
Keep your mind on the job and out of your trousers.
His mental pep talk did little to rein in his wayward libido. Clearly it had been way too long since Perry had taken one of the boys at the club for a ride. All work and no play make Perry a horn dog.
He smirked at his thought processes and willed his erection to deflate as Danny boy came in a wide arc of the white stuff. It splashed against the wall, and Perry experienced a moment of regret at the sheer waste of it as the air around them thickened with sexual tension and the unmistakable odor of sex. Eyes screwed shut, breaths seesawing in and out of his chest, Danny boy braced himself against the wall with one hand while he continued to milk the last few drops of spunk out of his dick.
Perry cleared his throat, and with a sheepish grin in his direction, O’Flynn’s son tucked himself back into his designer jeans, and zipped them up.
“Has your Mama never told you not to make a mess, boy?” Perry asked, as he closed the distance between them. He was a good head taller than the lad, and considerably brawnier than him.
Still, for a studious type, Danvers was in surprisingly good shape. He clearly worked out, and he had the lean, toned form of a swimmer, with powerful shoulders, and biceps that flexed as he ran a hand through his shoulder-length mop of blond hair, and a smile that could seriously make a man forget he had a job to do. It lit up his youthful face, and made his baby blues crinkle up at the corners. A dimple appeared in his stubble roughened cheek, and Perry was hard pushed not to smile back at him. Danny boy seemed to have abandoned the clean shaven, almost angelic look he gave off in the rounds of propaganda pictures he’d been involved in in the States prior to his departure. Dressed in the ever-present designer jeans, and with a tight tee showing off his toned torso, he didn’t look like the spoilt rich kid his file purported him to be. No, this was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and that seemed to include Perry, as Danvers made no move to disguise the fact that he was checking Perry out. When his gaze lingered longer than was necessary on Perry’s groin, he barely resisted the urge to place his hands over the area. It would only serve to draw more attention to the fact that he wanted the kid. And despite the intriguing tattoos on Danvers’s arms, compared to Perry’s life experience Danny boy was just that—a boy—and merchandise.
“She sure did, Sir, but I never was a very good listener.”
The unexpected title Danvers bestowed on him, caused his cock to give up all pretense of behaving itself, and punched forward with a speed that made Perry feel almost lightheaded, as all his blood shot south. Seeing Danvers’s smirk increase as he noticed Perry’s reaction, only served to piss him off more.
He had a job to do, dammit, and this unexpected attraction that had sprung up between them would only complicate matters.
“Oh, Sir likes it when I call him that, it seems.”
Perry took a deep breath in to swart the inherent urge to take the boy to task for his sassy mouth. Now was neither the time nor the place to do so.
“If you want me on my knees you only have to ask,” Danny boy said.
Perry closed the distance between himself and the insolent pup in seconds. When he noticed the gloves on Perry’s hands some of the boy’s bravado left him. He swallowed hard, and took several steps back until the rough fence at the bottom of the alley stopped him.
When Perry pulled the syringe out of his pocket, and yanked the protective tip off the end with his teeth, his crystal blue eyes widened in horror. Danvers’s sudden fear thickened the air between them, and Perry smirked as he jabbed the needle into the side of the boy’s neck.
“There’s only one thing I want from you, pretty boy, and that’s the Beauchamp money.” Recognition dawned in the boy’s eyes, seconds before the sedative took hold, and he slumped.
Here's the blurb for my story:
A simple enough job. Grab Senator O’Flynn’s golden haired only son, and ransom him for a nice sum of cash.
Until Perry Robson got his hands on the younger man and everything changed.
The instant connection, the raw need to own this Danny boy’s submission, to strip away his secrets, and to protect him from the murky underworld, Perry inhabited.
Unheard of. Unwanted. Dangerous.
Danvers O’Flynn found it easy enough to give his bodyguards the slip, and chase the sexual thrills to be found in the dark alleys of Soho. He didn’t see the danger Perry represented until it was too late.
Caught in Perry’s snare he ought to be terrified. Instead, the whole scenario fed into his dark desires of pain and pleasure.
There could only be one outcome to such a macabre dance…
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