Love Is Always Write Volume 4

damnit if he wasn't crying, like a kid, great tears rolling down his cheeks.
    "You did that? For me?"
    "Sure, buddy." And Danny was smiling at him, and not judging him for crying like a baby, and Aaron didn't know how or why, but he reached out his hand, and instead of taking the heart from Danny, he closed his hand around Danny's hand that held the heart, and it was like some kind of electric shock going through him, the feeling of their skin touching, and Danny's face near to his.
    With his other hand, he reached out to Danny's cheek and laid his palm there for a moment, and Danny's eyes were searching his, asking him a question, and suddenly Aaron leaned forward and brushed his lips against his, not really knowing what to expect.
    Danny's lips were warm and dry, and as he pulled back, he could see surprise in Danny's eyes, but a kind of hunger as well, and when Danny asked in a husky voice, as if he was afraid of the answer, "Are you sure about this, dude?", he knew he had never been more sure of anything in his life.
    And then Danny's arms were around his neck and shoulders, hugging him tight, and his hands were in Danny's hair, pulling his face in towards him, and their lips met again. This time, their mouths touched for longer, and then Danny's lips parted and their tongues were writhing together in a hot clash of teeth and lips. Danny tasted of the cherry soda he had been drinking, and the taste took Aaron right back to the first time he'd kissed a girl, in junior high, and now he felt every bit as excited but nervous as he had then.
    He couldn't explain it - it wasn't as if he'd ever thought about kissing a guy before - but it was the best kiss anyone had ever given him, like Danny really meant it, and Aaron was so hot for him that it took his breath away, and he glanced down at the huge hard-on pushing out the front of his jeans and felt suddenly shy. But then he could hear Danny's breath catching in his throat, and when he looked down, he could see Danny was hard, too, and part of him couldn't quite believe that someone like Danny wanted someone like him.
    He put his hand tentatively on Danny's crotch, feeling his hard-on through the rough fabric of his jeans, not sure what it would be like, but he heard Danny moan softly and saw the look in his eyes, and he knew he wanted to do it, to make Danny feel good, to show him he cared for him – damn it, to show him he wanted him.
    He gently pulled off Danny's T-shirt over his head, and hugged him tight, and their bare chests pressed against each other, slick with sweat in the humidity of the day, and Danny's strong arms wrapped around him made him feel so horny after so many years of being untouched by anyone else's hands, it was as if a floodgate had opened somewhere inside him.
    He gasped for air and pressed his face into Danny's neck, nuzzling at him, feeling the vein throbbing in the side of his throat, and Danny's hands slowly stroked and rubbed his back, making him want to cry with the immensity of it all.
    He reached for the waistband of Danny's jeans, not really sure what to do, but Danny made a little whimpering noise and encouraged him with his eyes, and when he unbuttoned his jeans and slid his hand down the front of Danny's shorts and grasped hold of the warm shaft and heard him gasp, it felt like the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
    He slid his face down and kissed Danny on his hard abs and went to slide his jeans down over his narrow hips as he fell to his knees on the floor. He wanted to blow Danny, because that was all he could think to do, all that he knew guys did to each other when they wanted to make each other feel good.
    But then something went off in his head, a flashback, to another time and place when he'd been on his knees in front of a guy, and before he realized he was doing it, he pulled away from Danny in anguish, his face in his hands as sobs racked his frame.
    He felt Danny's hand on his back, strong and gentle, as he slid to the floor and took him in his arms.
    "Hey, Aaron, it's all my fault... I didn't mean to make you feel awkward. We don't have to do this if it's not what you want. I want you so bad, but it's enough for me that we're buddies, honest. You mean the most to me, and I really don't want to screw that up."
    Aaron lifted his head and looked him in the eye, and all he saw there was kindness and love, and he started to feel that just maybe he hadn't ruined everything if he could just talk to Danny, tell