LOGIN* Daniel *
My bag packed with changes of clothes (not that I really planned to be wearing any for most of the next thirty-six hours) and toiletries, I headed to the restroom for some very personal and intimate hygiene. If Jeff wanted me for the weekend, I was damn sure not going to give him any reason to regret it!A short while later, slightly wobbly-legged, I climbed into the shower and turned it on full blast. As I leaned into the hot spray, images of another shower earli* Daniel * When I woke up, my dick was as hard as if Jeff hadn't spent half the night impaled on it, milking it of every ounce of cum he could coax out of my overtaxed balls. Jeff was already up and sitting in the window seat, naked, waiting for me. He looked charming and disheveled and very sappy, a doting smile plastered all over his handsome face. I felt a matching smile crawl across my own mouth. Two and a half years on, he could still have that effect on me. I stretched languidly and, I hoped, sensuously. "Come back to bed, Jeff," I coaxed. His penis had stiffened gratifyingly at my little display—as I watched, it pulsed in time to his heartbeat—but he shook his head. "We have breakfast plans, baby," he told me. "Believe me, you make a compelling case for canceling them and spending the rest of the day in bed doing depraved things to that body of yours, but I put a lot of tho
* Jeff * We had barely made it through the front door when Daniel was all over me, sliding his hands up under my shirt and presenting his sweet mouth to be ravished by mine. Perfect. Part of my mind dimly registered that Kevin had followed orders and lit the electric candles scattered around the living room before he tactfully absented himself from the house. The rest of me was fully occupied in reacquainting myself with the man in my arms. God, I had missed my Daniel! When we finally broke from our kiss, he looked around and commented drily, "Do a little decorating while I was away?" "Just wanted to make tonight special, sweetheart," I protested. "It already is, Jeff," he assured me, "even without mood lighting. Now, are you going to ravish me or do I have to beg for it?" I grinned, and hand-in-hand we made our way to the
* Jeff * The world didn't yet know who Daniel J. Lewis was, but it was about to find out. My lover had just made his directorial debut, successfully bringing Ronald Gordon's tragic love trilogy to Austin, Texas in only its second full production. The buzz about the new talent on the scene was already beginning to spread through the theatrical community. And I hadn't been there for it. The trip from discovery to stage for Gordon's plays hadn't been terribly long, all things considered, but a global recession does tend to noticeably reduce the number of theaters willing to take a risk on an unproduced, decades-old play by an unknown author. After months of hunting, begging, and cajoling, Scott had finally lined up a prospect on the East Coast willing to gamble on back-to-back productions of Gordon's masterpiece—the trilogy Lamps by Day, Likeness of a Sigh, and A Grave Man. Scott's charm and persistence had paid off again w
* Daniel * "Are you ready for this, babe?" Jeff looked down at me and squeezed my hand. He wasn't fooling me. He was more nervous about this than I was. "If I'm not now, I never will be," I answered, smiling and, with my free hand, hoisting the potted poinsettia I had brought as a hostess gift. Jeff led me up to the wide, light-festooned porch of his mother's house. The muffled sound of voices and Christmas music drifted out to greet us. Jeff smiled encouragingly at me one last time and rang the doorbell. I was catching on to the game he was playing: The more he worried on my behalf, the less attention he had to spare for his own fears. "It'll be okay, Jeff," I whispered, hoping I was right. There was a sound of hurrying footsteps, and then Judy answered the door. Julie and a man who must have been Julie's husband were hovering close behind. "Welcome, welcome,
* Jeff *I opened my eyes to an unutterable sense of peace. I was warm and relaxed, with the pale winter morning light peeking through the curtains. Daniel was curled up next to me, breathing softly. I closed my eyes, then opened them again as I slowly realized I wasn't in my own bed, nor even in my own house.The events of the night before slowly came back. I had been in no state to get behind the wheel, and Daniel couldn't drive stick, so he had brought me to his own apartment. He had made me take aspirin and a multivitamin and drink several glasses of water to stave off a hangover before putting me to bed. It seemed to have worked; I had no headache or nausea, just some tightness behind my eyes. And that could just as easily have been from all the emotion of the last twelve hours as from the alcohol.Daniel had taken off his shoes and coat, but he was still wearing his pants and dress shirt from last night. Even rumpled and unsh
* Jeff * The discussion at the bar went on for hours. So did the drinking. Once the events leading up to the cast party had been thoroughly rehashed, Mark and Scott both unbent. Scott promised to read the scripts and get back to us by New Year's at the latest. As I had expected, the prospect of championing an overlooked talent was irresistible to him. Mark—gruff, irritable, standoffish Mark—treated first Daniel, then me to rib-cracking bear hugs once he fully comprehended where we stood with one another. When she learned the full story, Kelly was horrified at her role in letting Timothy backstage. She actually burst into outrageous death threats against him when she realized the trouble that action could have caused. Personally, I thought setting her loose on Timothy was exactly the right idea. It would have been gratifying to see the mama bear unleashed against someone I felt thoroughly deserved it. Daniel







