Chapter 10

White powder filled the air, like a cloud drifting low while Danny was standing high above every bit of uncertainty. With his Dom’s arms around him to let him know there was still solid ground.

He brought his hand up to Shea’s cheek. “I asked him. I didn’t know what else to do. Reed wouldn’t have been in this position if not for me and Jamie and—”

“I know. I hate it, but I know.” Shea touched his forehead to Danny’s. “You weren’t here back when it all started. I don’t think you would’ve—it doesn’t matter, though. You two are the famous ones and now Reed’s facing the impact of being friends with you. I wouldn’t expect you to let that slide. I know you.”

“Thank you, sir.” Danny wrinkled his nose. “If it helps, Rhodey’s still scary.”

“Mhmm.” Shea’s brow lifted as he inched back. “This place is corrupting you. Tell me you didn’t enjoy him taking control. How it felt to have that, right when you needed it.” Before Danny could answer, Shea pressed his eyes shut. “Fuck, I can’t get that out of my head and I don’t know what to make of it. I never cared about sharing before, but I never considered sharing you with anyone other than Jacks.”

Danny frowned, the automatic answer he wanted to give stalling as reality hit him. “You both still fight. For ‘the usual’. And it doesn’t bug me, but...do you think I love you less because I’m not jealous? Should I be? Those nights I just...do my own thing and I’m happy for you when you win. And when you lose, I know it’s...still something you wanted to be part of. I know you’re coming back to me.”

Drawing Danny to the sofa that had been left here by Keiran and Dallas, Shea sighed. “You’re right. I don’t think we ever really consider looking at the whole situation too hard. With the fights it’s almost a separate thing. We’ve all agreed to it. Beyond that… It wouldn’t be fair to deny you the right to explore just because you’re not getting in the ring. I think...since you’re not fighting, part of me just wants to be the one fighting for you. I don’t know how I feel about you being with anyone else.”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” Danny wrinkled his nose when Shea’s brow lifted. “I don’t.”

“After seeing that picture?” Shea latched onto Danny’s hips, drawing him closer. “I’m sorry, I know you can act, but you’re not that good.”

Pouting, Danny huffed when Shea’s expression didn’t change. “Am too.”

“Uh huh.” Shea’s lips slanted. “We’ll see. I think after how tolerant you’ve been of me and Jacks getting in the ring and playing with whoever we want, I’ll wait and see if you share some of our urges. And there’s nothing wrong with it. I reserve the right to growl. I just wish you’d chosen someone it would be effective with.”

Fire blazing along his cheek, Danny shook his head. “I didn’t… Sir, do you seriously think I’d choose someone who could snap my neck without any effort?”

Breathing out a laugh, Shea kissed him softly. “Yes. Because you know he wouldn’t hurt you. And I know it too, or I wouldn’t even entertain the idea.” He patted Danny’s thigh. “Don’t make too much of it. I’m letting you know I’m fine with it, if there’s anything. If not, it’s a nonissue. So we’ll drop it.”

“I am in favor of dropping it, sir.”

“So noted.” Shea combed his fingers into Danny’s hair, tugging lightly to bring their lips together. Then he huffed out a laugh. “You smell like him.”

Another groan, but Danny couldn’t help snickering as Shea slid his lips along his jaw, bending to sniff the side of his neck. He wrapped his arms around his Dom, tipping his head to one side as Shea’s teeth grazed his flesh. “Would it help if you peed on me?”

Bursting out laughing, Shea flipped Danny onto his back on the sofa, pushing the hoodie up and tugging it off. “No, that’s definitely not my kink.” His brow creasing slightly, he glanced down at the button of the pants Danny was wearing before undoing them. “Do I want to know why you’re wearing someone else’s pants?”

“They’re Wren’s. I got blood all over mine, it was horrible.” Danny quickly shook his head when Shea started inspecting his hands and arms as though checking for any injury. “I didn’t get hurt, Pike got cut up by some bottles. It was horrible, I thought he was dead for a split second, but it turned out all right. Well, except for—”

“Does he take after his cousin’s habit of smashing things whenever he’s pissed off?” Shea’s jaw tightened as he continued looking Danny over. “If he’s gonna lose his temper like that, you should steer clear of him.”

Danny pressed his tongue into his bottom lip. “Sir...you have a temper too, sometimes. And Pike didn’t lose it, he just made a mistake putting away the bottles. He’s still learning how to do things here. People gave me a chance and helped me out, so...shouldn’t I do the same for him?”

Finally seeming satisfied Danny was in one piece, Shea leaned over him, holding himself up on one hand and bringing the other to Danny’s cheek. “Yeah, that sounds reasonable. I’m sorry, I’m jumping to all the wrong fucking conclusions today.” He flicked his tongue over Danny’s bottom lip. “I hated having to just leave you this morning.”

“But you’re here now.” Danny tipped his head back as Shea hooked his thumb to the waistband of his boxers, easing them down. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”

“Soon.” Shea slid his wallet from his back pocket, dropping it on the sofa by Danny’s hip. “My boss is happy with my performance, he won’t mind me taking a bit of a long break.”

With all their talk of jealousy, Danny couldn’t help feigning a gasp and staring up at his Dom, even as Shea took out a condom and some lube, preparing himself before settling between Danny’s thighs. “‘Performance’, sir? You and Connor…?”

Pressing against him, one arm hooked under Danny’s knee to open him even more to his shallow thrusts, Shea chuckled and shook his head. “No, my boy. Not unless he ever agrees to get in the ring with me, and even then…” He gave Danny a heavy lidded look, rising up enough so he could watch the place where their bodies joined. “Fuck, you feel good. I’m glad I came back in time to enjoy this tight little ass before someone else was tempted to.”

The sweet burn, the sensation of Shea deep inside, taking his time to light every nerve on fire made it hard to focus on anything other than this moment. Danny lifted his hips to meet the next solid thrust, lacing his fingers behind Shea’s neck to bring him down so he could kiss him. Which was the only sliver of control his Dom let him take.

Claiming Danny’s lips with bruising pressure, Shea caught his wrists, holding them in one hand high above his head against the cushions. He forced Danny’s leg back against his chest, pinning him under his muscular body as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, filling the room with the sound of flesh on flesh.

Every time Danny was with his Dom was special, but there was something about times like this that were...more, somehow. Shea’s pure ownership of his body, showing Danny how much he could take, using him for pleasure like it was his right.

Because it was.

Sweat slicked their bodies, salty on Danny’s lips, increasing the glide with every movement. The sofa creaked with the power of Shea’s thrusts, the way he shifted so the head of his dick dragged over Danny’s prostate bringing a desperate, needy sound from Danny’s throat as he fought to hold back.

Unlike many of the other subs, his Dom didn’t often make him wait for permission to come. Some days it was a game, seeing who could push him over the edge first. The only reason Danny ever held back at all was so he could make the pleasure, the intimacy, last.

His whimper brought a wicked little smile to Shea’s lips as his Dom bent down to kiss him. “I love that fucking look on your face. How long do you think I can keep it there?”