Nail Polish Lust

Ever since he\'d told his parents his decision he\'d been subjected to party after party after dinner after party. He never thought it\'d be possible to get so sick of it so quickly. But he was _very_ sick of it and he\'d only been going through it for two weeks.

Part of the problem was that even after the party his parents didn\'t let him out of their sight except to go to school. It was as if they were making up for seventeen years of neglect all at once. Maybe this was how normal parents acted, he didn\'t really know, and he didn\'t really care either. He was used to being on his own; he preferred it.

Preferred being able to escape to Dan\'s or hit a bar or the arcade. Whatever he wanted. Now he was stuck doing his homework at the kitchen table, trying to ignore his mother\'s prattle about whatever inconsequential new fashion had caught her eye enough to do his precalculus homework.

The rest of the problem he had with his new social life was that all the parties and dinners were just elaborate fronts to cover up petty backstabbing mind games. His parents only did one thing at all those parties; suck up while belittling the competition.

And they used _everything_ to do it. Their houses, pets, salary, jobs, food, decorations, clothes. Kids. That\'s where he came in; it was the entire reason he was getting the opportunity to go to Harvard. Because Michael Ellington\'s son Luke was going and anything the Ellington\'s had or did the Aldridge\'s had to match if not surpass.

He was beginning to hate Luke on principle after two weeks of \"Luke Ellington did this why can\'t you?\" and \"Ellington\'s boy made straight A\'s, why don\'t you?\" He had never even met the guy and he already wanted to smash up his no doubt perfectly handsome face. And the man was going to be coming to the party tonight with the rest of his family. Fun.

But Trevor was curious to know if Luke matched the perfectly elegant icy blond image he had smirking at him in his head. And his curiosity would be satisfied if he could just find the motivation to get up from where he\'d flung himself on the bed after his shower, naked except for black silk boxers, and get dressed. Then he could meet him.

Out of the corner of his eye, the suit his mother had left out for him to wear, taunted him. Bland, boring, gray slacks and jacket with a navy shirt. No color, it\'d look like shit on him, there was no way in hell he\'d wear it. It was bad enough that he had to be at the party at all, but to wear that on top of everything….

Heaving a sigh and wishing he could be anywhere but home, he dragged himself out of bed to hunt in the very back of his closet for something other than school clothes and leather. He didn\'t have many suits, but the few he did have he\'d chosen with care, they fit well and the colors suited him.

Black coat and slacks with just a touch of something to make the material shimmer faintly in the light. It wasn\'t much, just enough to make it interesting without ruining the completely conservative formal look. And under it a rich copper silk shirt. Screw the tie, he hated the things and he looked good enough to go without.

Glancing at himself in the mirror, he was struck once again by the fact that he didn\'t recognize himself anymore. Trevor ran a hand through his newly colored hair, the black bleached out completely at his mother\'s salon, replaced by a tawny sort of dirty blond. Not quite his natural color but close enough. He looked very professional, and boring.

He wished he dared to throw on some eyeliner, hell forget the eyeliner, he wished for his leather and mesh. He wished for some slight comfort that the image he had carefully built over the last three years wasn\'t completely gone. That he was still the rebel that went to bars and was free to do as he liked. But it was all gone except for the way his fingernails shimmered a delicate rose frost in the light. It was the only color he owned light enough that his mother wouldn\'t notice he was wearing it.

He\'d have to start decorating his body beneath the suits, something only he would know was there. Something secret. More tattoos, maybe a nipple ring. Trevor rubbed the nipple in question through his shirt, enjoying the caress of silk against his skin, trying to imagine what it would look like.

The doorbell interrupted his musings and with a sigh he left his room.

***
Luke Ellington was not what he had been expecting. He\'d thought he\'d be meeting a paragon of all-american goodness. Blond, blocky, athletic, handsome, exuding poise and breeding like a poison from his skin. Demeanor cold with a ruthless sort of ambition that would make some sense of the long list of accomplishments Luke supposedly had. He had imagined someone he could hate, someone he could feel comfortable being inferior to in his parent\'s eyes.

Instead he was met with a thick mop of wavy chin length hair the silken wet color of oil, stray strands that fell over even darker eyes that glittered with sly intelligence and a hint of good humor. He wasn\'t handsome, he wasn\'t pretty, but he wasn\'t ugly either. Face sharp, all angles, with a jutting cleft chin, cheekbones he\'d kill to have, a nose he wouldn\'t, thin lips, flawless tan skin.

Tall and rail thin, hands that matched his body, fingers unusually long and bony but at the same time elegant. An artist\'s hands. His clothes were tailored to fit him, and Trevor thought it wouldn\'t be such a hardship to see what lay beneath the black wool suit and sapphire cotton dress shirt.

There was a confidence to Luke, evident even in the simple way the other boy turned to greet him, thin lips pulling back in a warm smile to reveal slightly crooked white teeth. Every inch of him screamed that he was a force to be reckoned with, that he was going places and knew how he was going to get there. It made him seem older, much older than just seventeen.

And then he spoke. Voice warm and dark, like hot chocolate spiked with rum, it caressed the ears, \"Hello Trevor, it\'s a pleasure to meet you.\"

He offered his hand, and Trevor took it, hating how his own voice seemed harsh and grating in comparison as he shoved meaningless words past the lump in his throat, \"You too Luke.\"

His original opinion had to be reevaluated. Luke had the sexiest voice he\'d ever heard, and it made everything about him seem that much better.

What should have been a perfunctory handshake lingered far past when it should have ended, and Trevor couldn\'t tell whether it was his fault or Luke\'s. They were staring into each other\'s eyes just a bit too deeply and in that moment Trevor thought he would give anything just to be near Luke, just to be the focus of that incredible intensity.

In his peripheral vision he could see Michael Ellington and his father exchanging vaguely hostile looks; two alpha males circling one another in search of weakness. They would notice their sons in a few seconds if he didn\'t look away, but Trevor was caught in the sheer force of personality exuding from the other boy.

In the end it was Luke that ended it, letting go of his hand to turn to greet his mother. It was like the world came back to life, suddenly there was sound other than Luke\'s voice and movement other than the dance of light in Luke\'s eyes. He was hooked and he\'d only known the boy for five minutes.

***

\"Come over here sweetheart, I want you to meet Lucy Green.\" His mother waved him over enthusiastically, champagne slopping dangerously close to the brim of her glass. A young lady about his age with glossy brown hair and an elegantly expensive green silk dress was watching the glass with an amused expression, even as she took a step back to get out of spatter range.

If his mother hadn\'t made eye contact, Trevor would have tried slipping off to his bedroom, but so far he hadn\'t had any luck. Between his parents and their sycophants trying to make good with the boss through the son, he\'d been cornered all evening.

His mother wrapped her arm around his shoulders in an overly affectionate gesture, pulling him close to plant a smacking kiss on his cheek, \"Lucy this is my Trevor.\" She fussed with his hair a bit, tucking a long strand behind his ear. Trevor wondered if she had learned the \'loving mother\' act from tv, because she\'d never acted this way before. It was hard not to flinch away from her, but he managed to stand stoically, looking at the girl with a bland expression.

Lucy smiled winningly at him, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief and conspiracies. She looked sweet but not innocent. There was a subtle ruthless cast to her expression that left no doubt in his mind that she knew both of their parents were trying to set them up and she didn\'t mind at all.

One elegant hand was offered to him, not to shake but to kiss. He eyed it a moment, privately amused that his mother thought Lucy would tempt him. She would have had better luck with the older brother Kevin, now _he_ was worth a second look. Rugged, tall, hair the same warm shade as Lucy\'s, eyes a pure green glazed over from whatever drugs he was taking to get through the bullshit. Frankly, that made Kevin even more attractive to him since there was the possibility he could get a hit from him, something that would blur the eternity of this night into something a little easier to ignore.

Shaking himself, he plastered on a plastic smile and kissed the waiting hand, dropping it as soon as possible, not wanting to encourage.

His mother smiled brightly, \"I\'ll leave you two to get to know one another.\" And she was gone with a vague pat on his shoulder, leaving behind a floral cloud of perfume in her wake.

Lucy looked him over, red lipsticked mouth opening to speak, but he beat her too it, \"Look, I\'m sure you\'re a wonderful girl but I\'m not interested no matter what mother might have said.\"

For a moment he could tell she didn\'t know what to say, but she recovered quickly, smile returning, this time it even reached her eyes, \"I know. I noticed you looking at Luke earlier. You weren\'t very subtle.\"

It was his turn to be off balance, \"I don\'t know what you mean.\" But his voice was too weak, and he knew his eyes were giving it all away.

\"Don\'t worry Trevor, I\'m not going to tell anyone. I don\'t casually ruin other people\'s lives.\" She smiled a rather cold smile and images of what hell he\'d go through the second his parents found out played in his mind.

Not sure what to say to any of that, his eyes tracked across the room of their own accord, first to his father playing his subtle power games with Ellington, a sly smile on his face, and then to the corner Luke was dominating.

Dominating was the right word too. The boy stood, back to the wall, surrounded by a dozen guests, a mix of older men and women, many of them attractive, and all falling over themselves to be the flashiest, the wittiest, anything it took to gain Luke\'s attention. In and of itself it wasn\'t surprising; there were quite a few people here that were both Michael Ellington and his father\'s employees, all striving to gain the boss\' goodwill. But there were a few in Luke\'s crowd that were above both of their fathers in the firm, a few that Luke should be sucking up to, not the other way around.

Luke was smiling, cajoling, laughing, playing the game, but for a moment he paused. Stopped long enough to look beyond his admirers. Their eyes met across the room, and Luke\'s smile turned intimate for a moment, and Trevor felt it like a caress. It made him shiver and suddenly he understood why the boy had so many willing to do anything to please him. As long as those enigmatic eyes were on yours nothing else existed.

He smiled back weakly, not looking away until Luke turned back to the woman tugging eagerly at his arm. Then Trevor looked to Lucy who was smirking at him, an \'I told you so\' dancing in her eyes. Irritated, he folded his arms across his chest, \"What do you want?\"

\"I want a boyfriend.\" She smiled warmly, \"I want my parents off my back about bagging an Ellington or an Aldridge, or a Prentiss, or any other man they want to shove me off onto.\"

It was…a decent idea really. And it\'d stop him from having to suffer through the endless line of women his mother suddenly seemed to think he had to meet. \"I\'ll think about it.\" He started to walk away, but paused, \"I\'ll call you Sunday.\"

Lucy gave him a knowing look and murmured, \"Take all the time you like Trevor, just remember, your parents aren\'t imbeciles. They\'re bound to notice their son is more interested in Luke Ellington than he is in meeting women.\"

Trevor bit his lip and fled, nicking a glass of champagne before moving on to find out what Kevin Green might want in exchange for a little chemical bliss.

***
He was mingling with ease now that whatever Kevin had given him had taken effect. It was a nice liquid feeling being buzzed like this, everything was muted yet somehow sharper, and he was noticing the smallest of things, like the way the light hit Luke\'s hair and made it sparkle, and the way Luke\'s shirt molded itself to his chest when the other boy stretched, the way the soft wool slacks clung to the curve of his ass when he leaned over for a glass of water.

Listening amiably to some forgettable woman\'s problems at school left most of his mind free to dream, free to try to imagine what sort of noises Luke might make in bed, what those eyes would look like full of lust, what that lean body would feel like naked.

And the entire time he lusted and daydreamed, the object of his fantasies worked the room with a subtle grace, talking to everyone, charming most of them, leaving a trail of women and a few men that no doubt shared the same fantasies Trevor was spinning. The only consolation he had that he wasn\'t being as pathetic as the rest of them, he had only watched the entire night instead of chasing Luke around the room trying to talk to him every single second.

In fact he had been taking great pains to make sure he stayed on the opposite side of the room, after all it was obvious enough that he wanted Luke when he was just watching him. Trevor didn\'t want to know how blatant he would get actually talking to the boy.

With a vague reply to whatever question the woman chatting with him had asked, he scanned the room again for Luke but didn\'t find him. For a moment he panicked, heart speeding up painfully at the thought that Luke might have left and he had missed it. Then his eyes caught on Mr. Ellington sitting on the couch, ignoring his wife, and his heart slowed. So Luke was around, probably in the bathroom then.

Reassured he focused his attention on his glass, inordinately fascinated by the tiny bubbles rising up through the champagne. The ebb and flow of Ginger\'s nattering had faded into the background, as relentless and eternal as the ocean waves, it was soothing as long as he didn\'t pay attention to the actual words. God he was out of it. Whatever it was Kevin had given him went well with champagne.

Slowly he started to realize something had changed, it took him a moment to notice Ginger was gone and there was someone behind him, a firm hand resting on his shoulder. He dragged his eyes away from his glass with difficulty and looked back. Luke. Luke\'s hand. Luke watching him with a mocking half smile.

\"How many pills did Kev give you? You look like you\'re about to pass out.\"

Trevor shrugged, having to concentrate to get his shoulders to move even that much through the molasses thick air, \"Enough.\"

Luke was shaking his head, \"Too much is more like it. C\'mon, you\'re going to bed.\"

A strong arm slid around his waist, tugging gently until he was leaning against Luke\'s body. Trevor couldn\'t stop himself from shivering, god it felt good, not that he was in a position to take advantage, he was having enough trouble staying on his feet.

Somewhere along the line as they were moving presumably towards his bedroom, Trevor faded out, his entire world narrowed to the rise and fall of Luke\'s voice, his solid presence nudging him forward. Decades passed before he was pushed backwards unexpectedly. He fell forever until his own soft bed caught him; it sucked him down, movement impossible. He was lost in a roiling sea of blankets and he couldn\'t tell if his eyes were open or closed, but it didn\'t matter.

Clever hands blazed sudden shocking trails over his skin. He spared a thought to wonder where his shirt had gone, then Luke leaned down, filling his vision. Lips covered his, hot and rough. So hot they burned, lithe tongue slipping along his own. He couldn\'t think beyond skin on skin and the taste of Luke exploding across his senses.

It was too much, overwhelming him. And he slipped smoothly beneath a rising wave of sleep, the last thing he knew was the mouth pressed to his own curving into a smile.

***
The knock on his door came as a surprise. He knew it had to be Trevor, the only other person that came to his door was Greg and his knock was firm, brief, no-nonsense.

The boy\'s was completely different. It began a soft, hesitant, almost impossible to hear tapping as if the kid still wasn\'t quite sure he wanted to be knocking, as if he wanted a bit more time to decide whether to stay or walk away. Then the knock faltered went still for a moment and came back, a harsh angry rapping that shook the door with force.

It had been awhile since he\'d heard that strange blend of insecurity and conviction beaten out on his door; he had thought he never would again, that the kid had lost interest. Dan had been so busy at work though that it had almost been a relief that the boy wasn\'t dropping by every few nights. Most days he had been coming home and going straight to bed, even during his time off he had done nothing but sleep except for the frequent nightmares that woke him.

With a wry smile he answered the door before it came off its hinges, tugging absently at his sagging boxers to keep them from falling off. He had lost weight the last couple weeks, a countless number of meals lost to the constant grind of work and the battle to get enough sleep. Trevor didn\'t seem to mind, his eyes went straight to where his boxers were once again making their slow inevitable journey towards the floor and stayed there.

Dan stepped back, letting the boy edge inside just enough that he could shut the door, silently taking in the changes in the kid\'s style. Blond hair, no makeup to be seen, his clothes perfect not a thing out of place. He wasn\'t sure he liked the change, it made the boy look even younger, innocent. It made him want to rumple him, mess the boy up enough that he\'d recognize the rebel he had brought home with him that first night.

\"What do you want?\" His voice was a bit gruff, as he forced the slight unease back at the thought of how young his lover really was and let himself get distracted by the interest heating already warm brown eyes.

Trevor grinned impishly and before Dan knew quite what had happened his boxers were sent the rest of the way to the floor with a light tug. \"What do you think I want?\" One smooth hand rested on Dan\'s hip, wicked eyes dancing, as they slowly rose to meet his own.

\"My boxers?\" His tone was a touch sarcastic beneath the hunger as he bent to touch his lips to that tempting spot on Trevor\'s throat where his pulse beat strong beneath the skin.

The boy\'s breath caught in his throat, and the hand at his hip tightened momentarily before sliding around to grasp a handful of his ass, blunt nails biting into his skin, \"Trust me, I wouldn\'t be caught dead in Woody Woodpecker anything.\"

Dan snorted softly, amused, and let his teeth graze vulnerable skin before using his greater bulk to press the boy back against the door in slow degrees, \"Don\'t insult the Woodpecker, Kid, that was my childhood hero.\"

Trevor gasped out a strangled laugh; his head tilting back to allow greater access, \"Shit, just don\'t do the laugh or it\'ll be you and your hand.\"

\"I thought everything turned you on at your age. Maybe we should try it and see, you might be surprised.\" He couldn\'t resist a chuckle, which he muffled against the smooth throat, then he bit down hard enough on tender skin to leave a mark.

Trevor groaned, flinching at the pain even as he leaned into the bite. Dan shifted back just enough to observe his handy work, rather liking the contrast of blossoming crimson against pale skin.

Then he applied himself to stripping the boy, pausing a moment to eye the silver crest emblazoned on the breast pocket before shoving the jacket down. It slid off, landing in a heap on the floor behind them, and it hit him what that crest meant. God the kid was in his school uniform. The realization sent fire licking down his spine. He was going to hell for this, that\'s all there was to it.

The striped blue and silver tie came undone with one firm tug, the buttons on the pale blue cotton dress shirt parted easily under suddenly feverish hands, revealing smooth skin that he wasted no time leaning in to taste. He dragged the shirt down, not bothering to undo the cuff buttons, liking the way it trapped the boy\'s hands at his sides.

Trevor gasped above him, the kid\'s clever hands clenching in frustration at not being able to touch, distracted as he murmured, \"Hell no. Now I know what\'s wrong with you. Your hero\'s a damn tease.\"

Dan growled, not wanting the playful banter anymore, pushed beyond that point by the unexpected fulfillment of a fantasy he hadn\'t even known he had, \"The only tease here _Boy_ is you.\" His sudden arousal and irritation laced his words with a dangerous edge.

Trevor tensed against him, and for a moment they rested on a precipice, as the boy made up his mind whether to stop this before it went any farther or to go along with it. The boy\'s voice was the perfect blend of cocky and hesitant as he answered, \"Maybe you should teach me a lesson then.\"

Dan watched his own hands undo the button on the kids khaki slacks as if they belonged to someone else, his fingers slowly dragging the zip down to reveal bare heated skin.

The boy leaned in to nibble at his neck, breathing harsh and excited, \"Maybe you should fuck me.\"

Dan shuddered, hand clenching spasmodically at one sharp hip as his mind raced through a hundred different scenarios, all featuring the way the kid\'s ass would look framed by khaki and cotton as he fucked him into next week. Grasping the loose ends of Trevor\'s tie, he used it to drag the brat away from the door to the couch, not looking back to watch him stumble, fingers grasping frantically at his pants as they tried to slide down to the ground.

Trevor didn\'t protest as he was shoved over the back of the couch. Dan efficiently kicked his legs apart, hand firmly planted between his shoulder blades, pressing the boy down farther, his movements practiced, familiar. After all he\'d been doing similar to suspects for years. Only with suspects he planned to handcuff them, not fuck them.

One hand dragged Trevor\'s hips back just enough until his ass was perfectly displayed, then the khaki was pushed down just enough to reveal firm porcelain pale skin. His hands smoothed over newly exposed, liking the way Trevor shifted under his touch, pushing back into it, a muffled whimper encouraging him to get what he needed from his bedroom before he lost all semblance of control. He didn\'t care how reckless he got; he wasn\'t fucking this one without protection. Dan knew exactly where he had been and he wasn\'t risking it.

With a rough pinch on one cheek he forced himself to step away, \"Stay.\"

Trevor lifted his head enough to glare over his shoulder at him, dirty blond hair falling into his expressive eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm, \"Woof, woof.\"

His hand met newly bared flesh with a satisfying crack, leaving his handprint in flaming red on sensitive skin. The boy jumped with a yelp, body jerking forward in a way that was just too good to resist, so he left a twin mark on the other cheek. Trevor stared after him eyes wide with disbelief, following him as he left the room.

***

He had known that coming to Dan\'s straight from school would get some sort of rise out of the man, just from a few of the casual comments dropped here and there. Trevor hadn\'t realized it would get this much of a rise out of him.

The couch was musty where his face was pressed into it, and he felt like a complete idiot leaning over it with his bare ass in the air, arms all twisted up in his shirt effectively trapping him. His ass was throbbing; two smacks weren\'t much but Dan hadn\'t held back any and the man had real power in his arms when he wanted to. It fucking hurt, but the brief pain was quickly turning into its own sort of pleasure. Underneath the embarrassment and the injured pride at being spanked like a three year old, was an anticipatory heat that stopped him from moving from the position Dan had shoved him into.

Fidgeting and shifting in place he glanced at the door to the bedroom every few seconds, convinced Dan was taking more time than necessary on purpose. The bastard. It figured he\'d get him worked up and leave him stuck in a position where he couldn\'t even rub himself against anything. The back of the couch was too far away.

Trevor shifted again, lifting his head enough to stare at the bedroom even though he knew it\'d put a crick in his neck later. He\'d never been this turned on in his life, to think he was leaving this behind for Harvard. With a sigh he let his head drop back to the couch, maybe Luke would be this good in bed, if he could get him into bed that was.

He didn\'t have much chance to start thinking about Ellington; thank god it was getting tiring, because Dan chose that moment to come back. Finally.

Trevor lifted his head to glare, and instead just stared. Usually when he was with Dan, the guy was just a guy. A bit rough and assertive, a bit tired, a lot sarcastic, but that was all.

The man prowling towards him like a cougar intent on its prey was nothing like that. He exuded control…power…authority. With a hard smile that promised Trevor wouldn\'t like what would happen if he didn\'t do exactly what he was supposed to.

Shit, he wasn’t going to last long.

Rough fingers slid into his hair, ruffling it before using it as a handle to tug his head to the side, away from the couch towards Dan\'s angry red cock. Trevor went eagerly, already sliding his lips over the head when Dan growled in the darkest voice Trevor had heard from him yet, \"Suck me.\"

It was all so hot, the way Dan was in control, the way his voice was like some velvet sin, the way powerful hips rocked that hard length deeper into his mouth and there wasn\'t a damn thing he could do about it except take it.

Trevor looked up through his lashes, sucking best he could while Dan fucked his mouth, watching blue eyes drift closed with pleasure until only a thin crescent of ice was left watching him. The room was silent except for wet slurping, moans above him that were more growl than anything, and his own harsh panting when he got a chance to take a breath.

Eventually his eyes drifted closed, his whole universe centered on the cock thrusting between his lips. Bitter salt coated his tongue, and he did his best to swallow the faint taste of him but didn\'t have much chance to before Dan was shoving back into his mouth, down his throat. Then suddenly as it began, Dan pulled away completely, pushing his head back into the couch again.

Trevor shivered, anticipating the next touch, licking now swollen lips as he waited. It didn\'t take long before fingers were shoving inside of him, hard cock brushing against the back of his thigh as Dan sketchily prepared him. It wouldn\'t be enough to stop it from hurting, but just enough to stop it from hurting too much.

He pressed his cheek against the couch, the rough fabric felt like sandpaper against his sensitive skin. Helpless moans and words he couldn\'t be bothered to censor fell from his lips as he rocked back into those invading fingers as best he could in the awkward position Dan had him in.

The fingers left him and he moaned a protest, arching his back trying to entice Dan back from whatever had made him stop. Then he heard the familiar sound of foil tearing.

***
Trevor\'s voice was a breathy string of moans and thick choked words that went straight to his cock. The boy was begging for it, begging to be fucked. Dan let his hands slide over the broad back, eyes greedily soaking in the smooth expanse of skin before him, broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist, toned arms tensing and relaxing against the shirt keeping them bound and useless. Khaki, wrinkled now, pushed down to frame that sweet ass. He couldn\'t look at that long without having to touch.

He let his hands drift down to squeeze those tempting cheeks hard enough to leave red lines before he grasped his cock to guide it home. Slowly. He was going to savor this as long as he could manage because he knew he wasn\'t going to see Trevor for much longer. With that thought in mind he shoved the boy harder against the couch, stopping him from rocking back like he was apt to do to speed things up.

God he felt good, tight and hot and fucking perfect. Once he was seated he leaned down, licking along the bony spine, nipping occasionally just to hear Trevor gasp and feel him twitch around him. When he reached the back of the boy\'s neck he sank his teeth into the muscle, eliciting a whimper, and started to move, thrusting inside the boy\'s grasping heat hard.

Angling just so to rub against that spot that made the kid jerk and groan. Even held down like he was Trevor was hard to subdue. Body twitching as much as it was allowed, voice more than making up for the lack of mobility ranging louder and louder the harder Dan fucked him, until he was forced to shove his hand over the gasping mouth to stop the kid from pissing off the neighbors.

Trevor seemed content to gnaw and suck at his fingers feverishly; clever tongue winding around and between the knuckles, stroking over the calluses handling a gun had created. Teeth nipping and sinking hard into the pad of his thumb. It was more than he could take, and climax was on him before he even realized how close he was to the edge.

Dan buried his face in the boy\'s hair, dirty blond strands clinging to his sweaty face as the steady rhythmic snapping of his hips went uncoordinated, slowing as the intense pleasure began to fade. Every muscle in his body relaxed for the first time in weeks, and he slumped heavily against the warm body beneath him, barely enough mind to spare to remember to fumble beneath them to give Trevor the few hard strokes needed to send him over the edge as well.

He took just a few minutes to drift, until Trevor started to squirm beneath him, mumbling a slurred protest at being held down any longer. Then he straightened, ignoring the small gasp of pain as he slipped free of the boy\'s body.

\"Hey undo the cuffs will you? I don\'t feel like fighting them.\" Trevor sounded as tired as he felt, and didn\'t move at all, just waiting.

Dan smiled faintly and fumbled with the shirt, efficiently hunting down the cuff buttons, freeing the boy\'s wrists, before moving around the couch. He flopped down on it, stretching out best he could with a sated sigh, eyes drifting shut.

He could hear the boy struggling out of his clothes the rest of the way, and then the warm body slithered on top of him careful of knees and elbows, curling up using him as a mattress. Dan\'s hand lifted of it\'s own accord to stroke down the firm back and ass, petting the kid.

Trevor buried his face in his neck and sighed contentedly, breath hot against Dan\'s skin, \"Didn\'t know you\'d go nuts over my school uniform or I would have come over in it sooner.\"

He grunted wishing the brat would shut up, not wanting to think too hard about what had just happened.

\"Should try one of my suits next time, see how you like that.\" A low laugh, \"Course if you fuck me any better than that I\'ll die. What a way to go.\"

Of course Trevor couldn\'t get the hint that he just wanted to be quiet, so he gave him a hard pinch on the ass to clue him in.

\"Hey! Cut it out. I\'m already not going to be able to sit for a week.\"

Dan cracked one eye open to glare at him, \"Shut. Up.\"

Trevor blinked at him and smiled sheepishly, \"Oh. Sorry.\"

Then the room was silent as Dan petted the boy and slowly drifted into the first truly dreamless sleep he\'d had since the case had begun.

**
Comments:
Huge _Huge_ thanks to Llupinsnape & Sharon Tang for betaing this chapter, the both of you are a huge help. I worship at your word processors.

Sorry about this one, it took forever to get it to you, but things got crazy in RL. Weak excuse yes it\'it\'s the only one I have *G* Hope you guys like Luke, I\'m growing rather fond of him. He started out a two dimensional badguy and turned into…I don\'t know yet. But he\'s different now. We\'ll see.

Also a couple of you requested that I email you when I update, does anyone else want me to do this? It wouldn\'t be too hard for me to do. So just let me know

FB:

Kinnomorri-Thanks for your comments. They are very much appreciated

FaerieOfMischief-Wow, thanks. I\'m just amazed I could write well enough for you to feel that close to the characters. Which character do you identify with/like the most?

ThePQ4-*laughs* Yes, I hate his parents, but I love to write them, it\'s kind of fun seeing just how bad his mother could get and still be realistic. I think he does look good in a suit, the boy has to have one crazy closet since I keep mentally adding to it every time I go to Hot Topic or glance through suit sales ads. Good luck writing on your own stuff

MidnightMoon-*chuckles* I hate not answering questions but I\'ll let you find out if he goes to Harvard or not on your own. (Partially because I don\'t know myself yet)

Aurakat-Flatterer ;) I don\'t know what else to say to all that except you make me blush.

Fairyflame-Will do, I don\'t think I\'ll be losing interest in this story any time soon. Dan and Trevor are just too easy to write together.

Ketsurui-A lot of people have said this wasn\'t their type, it makes me wonder what their usual type is. But anyway I\'m glad you gave it a try and liked it.

Kentucky Soul-Thanks!

leaf zelindor-Hope you\'re feeling better now and I\'m glad you enjoyed the story.

DevilishKurumi-*grins* I don\'t _intend_ to put it in the smut it just works itself in there. Glad you love it though

Sabrina-Well it wasn\'t exactly soon but I _did_ post more