Something in the Way He Needs (Family 1)

“Did he say why they’re postponing it?” he asked.

“Something about the wedding cake,” Asher responded.

“Huh,” Daniel said. “It’s just a dozen or so people at their place, right? It can’t be hard to find a cake. What’s the problem?”

“Fuck if I know,” Asher said with a shrug. He fingered the soft throw. “I don’t remember this blanket.”

Of course not. It was a wool knit in reds and purples. There hadn’t been a single thing in Asher’s apartment with those colors until Daniel moved in. The entire color palette seemed to have been inspired by zebras. Or prisons. Slowly but surely Daniel was rectifying that issue and adding some life into the spare space.

“I found it at a craft festival in the Mission on Thursday. I got the pillows there too,” Daniel said, referring to the brightly colored pillows Asher was using to prop his arm up. “You like them?”

Asher looked at the pillows. “They’re nice,” he said. “And they look good with that lamp you picked up.”

Daniel swallowed down his grin. He’d found the lamp at a flea market about a week after he’d started staying with Asher. It was raku with colors transitioning from red to green to blue to violet. The lampshade had faux marbling as a basecoat with checks around the top and bottom perimeter, a gold lustre overlay, and beaded fringe trim. The whole piece was ornate, elaborate, and flamboyant. And it stuck out in Asher’s apartment like a peacock in a penguin enclosure.

Though he hadn’t said it in so many words, Daniel could tell Asher didn’t like the lamp at first. But eventually he got used to it. And now, he’d sit in the armchair and turn the lamp on to read, leaving the ceiling lights off.

“Glad you’re here, sugar,” Asher said quietly, combing his fingers through Daniel’s hair and relaxing into the couch. “You brighten the place up.”

Asher kept petting Daniel—his hair, his cheek. He traced the curve of Daniel’s ear, his eyebrow, his lips. Daniel sighed happily. They were quiet, the noise from the television the only sound in the room, until suddenly it was gone. Daniel blinked his eyes open and looked from the dark television to Asher. The man had a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Remember when we were in Vegas?” Asher asked. Apparently the question was rhetorical because he kept talking without waiting for an answer. “Your friend Chase said something to me.” Asher looked down and met Daniel’s eyes. “He said he knew your favorite position in bed.”

“He did?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah. And I was just thinking that we’ve never talked about that.”

Daniel shuddered and his breath came out faster. Asher leaned down and, with their faces upside down, somehow still managed to kiss him deeply, not pulling away until Daniel was breathless. “You love kissing, I know,” Asher said, and then he pulled Daniel onto his lap and kissed him again, taking complete possession of his mouth. Eventually, he stopped and said, “Stand up.”

Daniel trembled like a leaf, but he complied, climbing onto shaky legs. Asher put his thumbs in both sides of Daniel’s shorts and pushed them down. His hard dick sprung up and Asher immediately wrapped his lips around it and drew him in. Hard to believe this man tried to tell him that he hadn’t previously enjoyed giving blow jobs. Since that first time Asher had taken him into his mouth, he’d gone down on Daniel more times than he could count. And he always moaned as he did it, getting into the act as much as Daniel.

“Feels like you’re about to fall over, sugar,” Asher said with a self-satisfied smirk. “Lie down.”

He tugged Daniel and lowered him back to the couch, arranging him so Daniel was lying across it, his head resting on the couch arm, one leg propped on the back, and the other flat on the floor. Then Asher dipped his face and started licking Daniel’s dick like it was a Popsicle. He watched Daniel the entire time, his gaze never wavering, a sexy grin on his face.

“I know you like blowjobs,” he eventually said, circling his tongue around Daniel’s glans and then pulling it into his mouth with a strong suction before popping off.

“God!” Daniel gasped, arching off the couch.

“And I know you love it when I play with your hole.” He slid his finger down Daniel’s crease and circled his pucker. Daniel moaned and tilted his ass up, silently asking for more. “I’ve never known a man who liked ass play as much as you,” Asher whispered. He bent down and took Daniel’s balls into his mouth, sucking on them. “So then I started wondering. What would happen if I combined those two things?”

Before Daniel could process what that meant, Asher took a cheek in each of his big hands and spread them, then he dipped his face and started licking his way up and down Daniel’s cleft.