The Morning Walk

by
Rae Smith

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The Morning Walk
Copyright © 2012 by Rae Smith

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.


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The Morning Walk


Danny Alexander liked Mount Harmony Park because at that time in the morning, the ass crack of dawn as he had come to affectionately nickname it was quiet and peaceful. He felt like he could walk Leviathan, his dog, there without fear of being noticed, or laughed at, which tended to happen a lot when he walked the pup. And hopefully the snow would put a lot of people off venturing outdoors. He could always hope.
Unfortunately, that day was not to be this day.
And already that early in the morning, Leviathan was off making friends. With two very large dogs. Dogs that looked like they might eat him as a snack before breakfast. All three seemed oblivious to the snow, or maybe the two larger dogs thought his little puffball was just a snowball with legs and a yippy bark, and were happy to humor him.
“Leviathan. Levi, come here, boy,” Danny shouted across the park, stamping his feet when the cold seeped through the bottom of his boots. He looked around for whoever the two large dogs might belong to, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else around unless they were lurking behind the bank of trees. “Leviathan, c’mon.”
“Dude, that’s a big name for such a li’l bitty dog.” A deep, rumbling voice came from out of nowhere and startled Danny so much that he almost dropped his take-out coffee he was using to warm his hands.
“Wow, I didn’t mean to startle you. You okay?” The voice asked, sidling around Danny to stand in front of him. The man’s big hands holding onto Danny’s biceps in all too familiar way.
Danny, for so early in the morning and running on just half a cup of coffee, just stared, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
“Uh, okay,” the man replied, looking at Danny as though Danny were some kind of ‘special’. Danny knew that look well, he got it often enough from his sister, and sometimes even his mother.
“My girlfriend called him that when she got him for me for my birthday,” Danny managed to stutter out an explanation, trying desperately hard not to look as stupid as he felt. But shit, the man standing in front of him was a fucking God.
“Your girlfriend named your tiny gay dog Leviathan? Does she love you… like, at all?” the man snorted and his stupidly blond, floppy and irrationally irresistible bangs wuffed with the exhale of air. 
He was smiling at Danny and Danny felt all warm and fluttery inside, despite the frigid temperature and the fresh snow that had started to fall.
“I… Uh… What?” Danny’s gaze switched from the man’s smile and back to the flop of hair obscuring the other man’s eyes, his fingers itched to run through the silky looking strands… maybe tug on them a little... then he noticed the bright blue eyes staring back at him, eyebrow quirked quizzically.
“I said…”
“No, no,” Danny waved his hand dismissively. “I know what you said. I’m just not caffeinated yet or awake enough for conversations this early in the morning. And it’s so damn cold… And, uh, did you just call my dog gay?”
The man snorted again, still smiling. “He’s like a tiny white ball of fluff, and honestly, only a gay man would own a dog like that. What is he, a poodle cross?”
“That’s total stereotyping, dude. Not cool at all. And he’s a Maltipoo.” Danny affected his best insulted-tone while narrowing his eyes at the very tall and definitely sexy man. If it had been anyone else making that comment, he would have been totally offended on Leviathan’s behalf, but with those blue eyes watching him, amused and twinkling, Danny couldn’t manage anything other than pure lust. “Under all that white fluff is a killer, just waiting for the right moment to strike. He’s just luring those two big dogs into a false sense of security… and then he’ll attack with such ferociousness, you’ll be peeing in your pants.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he laughed heartily, throwing his head back. He looked over to where the ball of white fluff was lying on his back in the snow letting the two very big dogs tickle his tummy with their snouts. “Total killer action going on. I bet later, he’ll lick them to death, right?”
“Right.” Danny nodded agreeably, before snapping his jaw shut and shaking his head. “No, stop it. Just… shut up.”
“So, hey… I’m Quinn,” the man finally introduced himself, offering out a hand for Danny to shake.
Danny took the hand and shook firmly. The man’s hand was larger than his, and that was saying something because Danny didn’t exactly have the daintiest of hands. And it was warm, and it felt so good. So much better than a woolly glove for keeping him warm… His mind was already thinking of places on his body he wanted that big hand to touch. He answered on remote control as his brain was beginning to short-circuit. “Danny.”
“Well, Danny,” Quinn started, smirking and still holding onto Danny’s hand, thumb brushing across Danny’s wrist where his glove didn’t quite cover it. “You know what they say about owners and dogs taking after each other…”
“Are you suggesting that because my dog looks gay, that I must gay?” Danny huffed indignantly, frowning.
“I never said your dog was gay. I just said he looked gay. Big difference.” Quinn explained, a panicked look spreading across his face and obliterating the gorgeous smile and dimples Danny had been staring at.
“I am, though. Gay, that is,” Danny softened, wanting desperately to see the smile spread across Quinn’s face again, and he especially wanted to see those dimples again.
“You are? But you said… You said your girlfriend…” Quinn stuttered.
“She’s a girl, and she’s a friend, nothing more’n that,” Danny offered, still waiting for that smile – and the all-important dimples - to come back. “She got me Leviathan because in her words, ‘he’s a totally gay dog and should get you laid’.”
Quinn nodded, taking it all in. “I guess she was right, then, after all. Because right now, I wanna drag you home and let you do all kinds of dirty things to me, and then I wanna do all kinds of dirty things to you.”
Danny gulped. He felt the slow flush of pink staining his cheeks spread to the rest of his face. “Yeah?” he asked, nervously.
“Yeah,” Quinn said, stepping closer to Danny. “Really dirty things, with me on my back, legs spread, begging, your mouth on my cock… and that’s just for starters…”
“Fuck,” Danny ground out. He could feel Quinn’s body heat even through all the layers of winter clothing. Or maybe he just imagined that, but either way, his body felt hot and blood rushed to his groin so fast it left him feeling light-headed.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Quinn smiled, stepping up close to Danny so that they touched where they met. “I’m so fucking hard right now.” He reached down and took Danny’s hand in his and guided to his groin, pushing it hard against the thick column that bulged in his pants. “Feel how hard you’re making me. Feel how much I wanna feel your dick in my ass…”
“Holy shit,” Danny panted, rubbing his gloved palm up and down the erection. He needed more, needed to feel everything. He tugged his glove off with his teeth and tucked it away in his pocket before he pushed his hand up under the layers of clothing to find the bare skin he craved. His hand slipped down between the denim and Quinn’s smooth belly until the leaking crown touched the back of Danny’s hand.
“Shit, I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” Danny sighed, mouth and breath hot against Quinn’s neck as he nipped and sucked at the skin before licking away the sting. “Wanna take you home, throw you on my bed and fuck you hard.” His hand continued its slow travel downwards until he could just about wrap his palm around the heated thickness of Quinn’s cock.
Quinn growled in response, turned his head every which way to see if anyone was about or if they were being watched. They weren’t. Nobody else would be stupid enough to be out on a day with subzero temperatures and the threat of another blizzard. Quinn, though, he felt anything but cold standing there with Danny’s hand around his cock. “Want that too. Wanna feel you so deep inside, fucking me hard and fast.”
Danny withdrew his hand, and for a moment, they stood still, just looking at each other.
Their panting breaths came out as two white puffs of air, mingling in the early morning coldness. Their lips barely a hairsbreadth apart. Eyes finally falling shut, they closed that last tiny gap between them. Mouths meeting in a kiss so gentle and so tender. No clash of teeth or bumping of noses.
“So, hey baby… So, I’m thinking now would be a good time to head back and get warmed up?” Quinn suggested, breaking the kiss and looking into Danny’s eyes. “I mean, it was nice of you to let me lie-in and take the kids out for a run all by yourself, but dude, you never know who’s gonna hit on you this early in the morning.”
“Dork,” Danny slapped Quinn’s shoulder, loving the smile plastered on his husband’s face again.
“I even set the coffee machine off before I came out so it’ll all be ready for you when we get back,” Quinn wiggled his brows suggestively. “And I might even have left pancake batter out ready.”
“And I might actually love you,” Danny snorted. “Enough to fuck you senseless.”
“That’s all I ever ask, baby,” Quinn laughed, calling the dogs over and putting all three of them back on their leashes. “I’ll let you take Killer… I’m not sure I can handle a dog that vicious.” Quinn passed Leviathan’s leash over to Danny.
“You’re just jealous Lauren got me a dog that got me laid, aren’t you?” Danny laughed, taking the leash from Quinn with one hand, and tangling their free hands together, gloved fingers entwined.
“Yes, I am so very, very jealous of your li’l gay dog, baby,” Quinn chuckled. 
“Yeah, well I’m secure enough in my masculinity to hold Leviathan’s leash and not feel threatened.” Danny mock-pouted at Quinn. “I’ll let you hold on to the two large, butch dogs.” He tipped a wink at his lover.
They walked back to their house, hand-in-hand, happy and relaxed and still very much in love, even after three years of marriage. 
They had just reached the front door, when Quinn leaned into Danny and whispered, “I know I said role-playing was hot, an’ all, but this wasn’t really the kind of role-playing I meant.”
“No?” Danny questioned, smiling softly and leaning closer into Quinn. He licked a stripe from his cold collar-bone to his icy earlobe. “You want me to dress up like a Spanish waiter again and serve you breakfast in bed? Or I could be the hot pool guy again, remember those nut-hugging shorts you made me wear? Or even the French Maid. I seem to remember just how much you liked the French Maid outfit,” he said with a wink and a lascivious smirk.
Quinn was melting into a puddle as Danny rubbed himself up against his hip. He could feel the thickness of Danny’s cock through the layers of denim that separated them. Feel the heat of it even though he was still shivering from the cold. Still, he managed to retain the good sense to get the dogs inside and the door shut and locked again, all without leaving Danny’s side.
“Wanna take this to the bedroom,” Danny told him, leaving no room for doubt as to what he wanted, his hand cupping Quinn through his jeans and rubbing his palm against Quinn’s erection.
“But, the coffee,” Quinn pointed out, leaning in to kiss Danny again. Their cold noses bumped and Quinn shifted, palm cradling Danny’s cheek so they could kiss at a better angle.
“Later,” Danny sighed into Quinn’s mouth. “Wanna get my fill of you first.”
“Yeah,” Quinn agreed, fingers already unzipping Danny from his thick winter coat. 
They moved through the house, undressing as they went, leaving a trail of clothing that led right to the bedroom door.
Once inside the room, Danny pushed Quinn back onto the bed, only laughing a little when he landed with an ‘oomph’ with his arms and legs spread out like a starfish.
He stood at the bottom of the bed, watching Quinn, as he stroked his cock. Firm strokes from base to tip and back down, over and over. His thumb brushed the tip, ran through the small bead of clear pre-come that gathered in the slit.
“Touch yourself,” Danny demanded, watching his husband… his lover… through hooded eyes. “Fist your cock for me, baby.”
“Oh… God,” Quinn’s voice was ragged, broken, as his hand snaked down over his chest, belly and slowly wrapped around his shaft.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck your fist, Quinn,” Danny encouraged. His own hand worked the length of his cock, faster and faster as he watched Quinn mirror his actions. “Fuck, baby, yeah… that’s it… wanna see you like this… love seeing you touch yourself… Could get myself off just watching you fist that thick cock of yours…”
Quinn panted, his eyes heavily-lidded as he watched Danny’s hand moving up and down his thick cock. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from watching Danny slide his hand up and down his shaft.
If anything, it made Danny harder and even more desperate to come as he watched Quinn jerking off. He was making a show of it for him, letting his long, lean, muscled thighs fall apart and cupping his balls with his other hand, pulling and tugging on them.
And the sounds he was making… Holy Hellfire, Danny felt his cock twitch against his palm as his husband moaned and sighed and panted like a porn star. His own strokes were becoming harder, needier, more desperate as the tightness in his groin grew to a point where he needed to come.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Danny murmured, breathy little words spoken between strokes. “Gonna come like that, watching me jerking off?”
“Yeah,” Quinn moaned, hips jerking up to meet his own hand. His fist was still tight around his cock, his eyes still on Danny. “Gonna come… fuck… need to come…”
“Make your self come, baby,” Danny begged, voice broken, ragged, husky. “Come watching me…”
Their strokes were messy, all over the place, hard and fast, slow and firm, but all the while watching each other…
“God… yeah… fuck…” Quinn panted, his whole body tensing up, muscles strained; the first white spurt hit high on his belly, his hips coming off the bed with the force of it. The second and third spurt landed nearer his belly button, and the final spurt dribbled down over his hand and pooled at the base of his cock.
That was all Danny needed to find his own release. He growled and fell forward, grabbing onto the foot of the bed and covered his cock head with his other hand, catching the spunk as it shot out. 
Danny stood stock still, thighs quivering from the exertion as he gathered himself for just a moment before he climbed onto the bed, crawling between Quinn’s still spread thighs.
“Make me so fucking hot, baby,” he whispered, still hoarse and breathless. “Gonna lick you clean now, and you’re gonna lick me clean…”
He reached his hand up to Quinn’s mouth as he dipped down and flicked his tongue across the puddle of jizz just below Quinn’s right pectoral muscle. He watched the skin dance and Goosebumps appear as his tongue made contact.
He felt Quinn wrap a hand around his wrist and draw it closer to his mouth. He sighed as he felt Quinn’s tongue against his palm, lapping up his come and moaning with pleasure.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Danny sighed happily, enjoying the afterglow as they lapped at each other, cleaning up the come and enjoying the closeness.
When Danny had licked up the last of Quinn’s orgasm, he dropped a gentle kiss of the tattoo that adorned his husband’s hip and smiled as his cock gave one last valiant twitch against his thigh though he himself was spent, he adored Quinn’s quick recovery time. 
He crawled up the rest of his husband’s body and settled beside him, wrapping him in his arms and kissing him deeply, sharing the taste of each other as their lips opened up, tongues delving deep.
“We should go get breakfast,” Danny sighed, curling further into Quinn’s body and tracing his cheek with his fingertip. “You hungry?”
“Yeah,” Quinn nodded, relishing this quiet moment with Danny. He didn’t really want to move but any minute now his stomach was going to protest loudly… 
“C’mon, we can grab breakfast and then I’ll trade ya a blow job in the shower,” Danny smirked, pulling them both off the bed and throwing a pair of ratty sleep pants at his gloriously naked husband. 
“Fine, but I’m adding chocolate chips to the pancake batter,” Quinn huffed, smiling widely as he watched Danny bend over to find his own pair of sleep pants before remembering he’d dropped them in the laundry earlier.
In the kitchen, all three dogs were waiting patiently, or as patiently as they could, for their daddies to come feed and water them. Levi bounded over, jumping high off the ground on his four little legs, vying for the most attention, and Bonnie and Clyde were happy to the let the little puppy play. 
Danny sat up at the breakfast bar, his glasses in place on his nose, coffee in his hand and his eye on Quinn as he cooked them both pancakes, singing along to the radio as he wiggled his hips to the beat, and the dogs all happy and sleepy at his feet. 
Yeah, coming out of the closet hadn’t been so bad after all, Danny felt like he had everything as he sat there with his little family around him.


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