Honey Drip // Danny Wagner

Part II // Chapter I

It's back! Dare I say the only Danny series in existence? I'm very excited to be bringing Honey Drip back to life and I really hope you enjoy it. As always, all feedback is welcome.

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"Wow, look at you, big man," I said to Danny, instantly reaching out to feel his biceps through his shirt. They'd gotten bigger, their bulk filling out the thin cotton wound tightly around his body, and I felt them inadvertently flex as I wrapped my fingers around them. It took me a moment for me to pull my gaze away from them before meeting his eyes again, deep and golden and familiar. "Welcome home."

He smiled a little before glancing around my place. "Thanks. Feels good. Nothing's changed here?"

"Not really. I'm looking to upgrade," I told him, sliding my hands down to his forearms, our bodies so close we were nearly pressed flush together. "Just need to find a roommate." I exhaled, my eyes traveling down to the familiar pendants that apparently would never leave their place around his neck, and backed away.

"I missed you," Danny said, his body relaxing a little as he said it, though he sighed and looked around sheepishly. "Are you going to let me in?"

I hadn't realized we were still right inside the door, the rest of my apartment empty and sprawling behind us. I moved to the side and hooked his arm in mine. "I did get something new," I said, starting to guide him into my bedroom. "New bedspread."

He chuckled.

Inside my room, all the stiffness and awkwardness that come with overdue hellos burned away. In the blink of an eye we were both on the bed, messing up the truly new bedspread, and impatiently tearing at each other's clothes while messy, heated kisses broke past the pauses and our shifting around.

"Have you been good?" I asked Danny as he tugged my underwear down, tossing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes. He looked good--I didn't think it was possible for him to look better, but somehow he did. His hair was longer, for starters, and cascading past his shoulders in loose, soft curls; those biceps were bare then, and bulky, the muscle snug and corded; his chest was more muscular too, as were his abs. Everything was more defined.

I ran my hands over his chest, down his stomach to his hips, then back up and rested them over his lower back. My gaze moved over those parts and then back up to his face, as beautiful as ever, and I realized then how completely and despairingly I really had missed him.

"Yes," he replied, straddling my thigh and leaning down to kiss me again. It wasn't hurried this time--it was soft and kind, and the gentleness almost made me gasp.

I didn't buy that Danny hadn't been with other girls in his time away, but I did believe that he'd been safe. It was something we'd--somewhat begrudgingly--discussed between his trips home and his trips away and we took each other's word, as we always had.

I reached down and tugged his boxers down as best I could. Danny moved off my thigh and tore them away completely, moving between my legs. I propped up a pillow underneath my back and wrapped my arms around him; he kissed me slow and deep as he slid his fingers over my center, then slipped one in just the same--slow and deep. I tangled my fingers in his hair, starting to play with it, the strands soft and silky and smelling like places I hadn't been; he slid another finger in and slowly moved them in and out.

It was too soon for me to be coming undone--I didn't want to let him think he'd won some unsaid, invisible battle. I braced my palms against his chest and pushed him back before the expert movements of his fingers and his smooth kisses sent me over the edge; he flopped back with a sharp exhale and I straddled his hips, sliding back and forth.