"You know what kinda sucks?"
"Hm?" Daniel shifted his head where it was resting on Ryan's thigh, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "What could possibly 'suck'?"
Ryan could understand the sentiment. They were deep in the heart of The Angeles National Forest and had a shady spot on the bank of the San Gabriel River all to themselves. The water was gurgling, the sun was shining, the foliage was green, and they'd just shared a really sinfully delicious picnic lunch. Now they were lounging, enjoying their stolen Friday afternoon together.
They'd been going out for almost a month now, and sometimes Ryan couldn't believe it. It felt like they'd just started going out, it felt as though they'd been dating forever already.... When he was with Daniel, he really seemed to lose all sense of time.
God, that was disgustingly sappy.
"Well, it's just that...." Ryan heaved a sigh, resting his hand over the firm muscles of Daniel's chest, feeling the steady beating of his heart, absorbing the heat of his skin through the thin shirt he was wearing. "I think I was starting to like studying European History," he confessed.
Daniel stared up at him for a moment, his expression incredulous, and Ryan savored the rare occurrence. It wasn't often he rendered his lover speechless.
"You--" Suddenly, though not unexpectedly, Daniel burst into great whoops of laughter, rolling slightly, though his head never left Ryan's lap.
"Yeah, yeah, yuck it up," Ryan muttered, trying for resentment, but he was grinning too widely to expect that he would be taken seriously at all.
Daniel stilled abruptly, gazing up at him. "Well, there's nothing to say I couldn't tutor you in our free time."
Ryan's eyes rounded and he couldn't stop the smirk that spread over his face. "Private lessons, professor? Ooh, kinky!"
Daniel blinked up at him, slow and sleepy, a lazy smile curving those lush lips. "Mm. You could be on to something. Would you like me to wear a tweed jacket? Bend you over the desk every time you get an answer wrong?"
"Oh." Ryan wasn't embarrassed by the fact that he swallowed quite audibly, or by the sudden swell in the crotch of his jeans. After all, that was an incredibly hot mental image, and one he'd been half-aware of entertaining when he'd been in Daniel's office to apologize that afternoon they had set up their first real date.
Distracted by this delicious fantasy, Ryan didn't even notice Daniel was moving until he was sprawled on his back with the older man pressing him into the checkered blanket they were sitting on.
"You like that idea?" Daniel murmured, nose and lips brushing Ryan's jaw, an eager hand cupped between his thighs. He was propped on one elbow over Ryan, their chests sharing heat through the material of their shirts. Their breathing was out of synch, their chests brushing, and Ryan tipped his head back as Daniel's mouth traced up the line of his neck, tongue flickering out to track the wild pulsing of his jugular.
"I do," he husked honestly. There was no reason not to admit it; especially since his body had already given him away. His arms crept up to ring Daniel's neck, fingers brushing at the short hairs at his nape. "I don't... don't think the tweed jacket is necessary, though."
Daniel raised his head, grinning down at Ryan, his eyes twinkling. "That's just as well; I don't actually own one."
"You could, uh, wear a tie, though," Ryan suggested, licking his lips in a deliberately provocative manner. "And roll your sleeves up...."
"The casual professor," Daniel rumbled, teeth nipping at Ryan's collarbone, fingers flexing where they were settled in his crotch. Ryan gasped, back arching, arms tightening. "I think that's doable."
"Do you think I'll learn much?" Ryan asked breathlessly, clutching Daniel's broad shoulders. He was rocking slightly underneath Daniel, reveling in the larger body that had him pinned down so effectively. It never ceased to surprise him, how much being overpowered turned him on. Evidently he had a lot of kinks that he never would have discovered with a girl. Daniel definitely brought out the pervert in him.
"Oh, I can virtually guarantee that." Daniel's tongue was warm-wet and lithe as it twined around Ryan's earlobe, drawing it into his mouth for some lazy suction, dragging a violent shudder out of him.
"Hn.... Much about European History?" Ryan barely had the presence of mind to pursue. Daniel was still stroking him, gently but steadily, and very much more stimulation was going to get uncomfortable. Or so he thought, until he felt the distinct pop-and-tug of his jeans being undone. "Whoa!"
Daniel chuckled, his mouth capturing Ryan's in a gratifyingly sloppy kiss, fingers skimming down Ryan's flat belly, into his fly, and under the elastic of his boxers.
"Shit! Daniel! We can't!" Ryan gasped, though he was clinging tight and his hips shot up into the heated fingers that slid easily around him, grip careful but firm. "Not here!"
"No one is around," Daniel murmured in his ear, breath gusting moist and sending shivers over the surface of Ryan's body.
"Oh. Oh, fuck!" Ryan couldn't help rocking harder, moving into the practiced, skillful touch, burying his face in the curve where Daniel's neck and shoulder met. They were in a public place, but he hadn't seen anyone in the last two hours. The chances of getting caught were slim, but the chance was there. Just enough to add a certain spice, and Ryan would never have thought that he had a kink for public sex, but then, he hadn't known before that he had a 'teacher' kink. The thought of being bent over Daniel's desk, though....
"Holy-- Holy f-fuck!" If Daniel had been a girl, Ryan would have been embarrassed by how quickly he got off. But then, if Daniel had been a girl, Ryan doubted he would have gotten off so quickly. And he certainly wouldn't have sunk his teeth tightly into the juncture of neck and shoulder, biting through the thin shirt and undoubtedly leaving a mark. "Ah!"
A reciprocal hand job would have been polite, but Ryan had all he could do to catch his breath, his arms still wrapped around Daniel's shoulders, face still hidden against his neck. Daniel's hands were so large, his body blanketing Ryan's, he was so powerful and forceful, dragging the pleasure from Ryan's body before he was even aware of just how much he was feeling.
"So, I'm free tomorrow afternoon," Daniel purred in Ryan's ear, his voice even and calm, as though his erection wasn't throbbing against Ryan's hip, hot and hard, oh so ready. "And I have a large antique desk in my office at home...."
Ryan's breath caught, and a tingle went through him even though he'd just gotten off. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he choked out incredulously.
Before Daniel could answer, Ryan squirmed out from under him. He glanced around. They were still alone, no sign of anyone nearby. Urging Daniel over onto his back, in a half-reclining sprawl, Ryan made short work of his lover's fly. "My turn," he purred, fishing Daniel's cock out of his briefs. As always, he was slightly intimidated by the sheer size of it... but he was nothing if not daring.
After all what better way was there to repay a glorious handjob than an equally enthusiastic blowjob? It was only etiquette.
Going down on Daniel was always an adventure in itself, and by the time he was done -- not that it took all that long -- his jaw was aching. But it was so worth it, especially when he managed to drag the most undignified noises out of the older man's throat.
Tucking themselves back in, they slumped together on the blanket. Cooling down. Enjoying the afternoon sunlight. Ryan took a surreptitious sip of soda; he'd gotten used to the taste of come, didn't spit it out like some girls he'd dated had done, but that didn't mean he really liked it all that much. It was a part of sex with Daniel, though, like their mingled sweat, lube, the smell of Daniel's cologne....
"What are you thinking?" Daniel murmured, and he was masculine enough that the question didn't sound girly. His fingers were tangled in Ryan's hair and he moved so that his head was resting on Daniel's shoulder.
"Mmm." Really, Ryan was riding his afterglow and not thinking of much of anything. Even with the "private tutoring" to anticipate the following day. There was a question he'd been meaning to ask, though, for almost a month, and he kept forgetting, or it wasn't the right time. "I was just wondering," he said, in a slightly dreamy voice, feeling relaxed and boneless, still tingling from his orgasm. "That night at The Golden Dragon, I read you my fortune but you didn't tell me yours."
He half expected Daniel to say something like, That's still bothering you? Or, Don't say stupid things. But after a few moments of silence, all his lover did was chuckle a little.
"It said, Hold onto the love that you have found," he offered, with absolutely no irony in his tone. His hand was large and warm, cradling the base of Ryan's skull. "I figured it was better to hold onto that one, rather than share it with you right away."
Ryan didn't say anything, because what was there to say?
"It was right, though," Daniel mused, his voice soft and thoughtful.
"I.... Yeah." Ryan bit his lip. They didn't really say it, hadn't, probably wouldn't, not for a long time, but that didn't mean that they didn't feel it. "Yeah, well, me too," he said awkwardly.
Daniel's arms tightened and that was enough for both of them. They lay together, limbs tangled, beside the tumbling river, watching the green leaves wave to the blue sky above. It was amazing the way everything had fallen into place.
And all it had taken was a little internally honesty. Damn it, Chloe had been right all along. Not that Ryan minded. Not in the slightest. Because this was where he wanted to be, and nothing was going to change that.
"Are you ready to head back?"
Ryan curled closer and answered honestly.
"No. Not yet. I like it here."
And so, for a while longer, they stayed.