This is an ongoing story. It might be a good idea to read the first three chapters first.
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"Morning." Danny's deep sexy morning voice was right next to Tom's ear. For a second he thought he was dreaming. "As much as I am enjoying having you warm and naked next to me we should probably let everyone know you've made a decision."
Decision? Tom thought back to the night before. The feeling of Danny's body on top of him, his beautiful face just an inch away as Danny made love to him for the first time. Of many, he hoped. It was so much better than he had imagined it would be. And he had imagined it a lot. His insides danced as he remembered how good it felt, how hard he come. His decision. Right. He was going to give his dying father a vital organ. That decision.
Tom knew Danny was right. But he also knew Danny's morning hard-on was resting nicely against his ass and it was calling for him to put it in his mouth. He could hear it, and if anyone asked he would swear it called out to him and begged to be sucked. He turned over and faced Danny with a sly grin, laughing at his own private joke.
"What?" Danny noticed.
Tom kissed Danny gently on the lips and trailed soft kissed down his neck and chest. Danny's skin fluttered under Tom's touch making him even more determined to continue his way down, further under the covers toward his prize. His mouth watered in anticipation as he raked his tongue over Danny's happy trail and traced it down, getting closer to his goal. His breath on Danny's cock almost too much and yet, not enough.
"Shit, Tommy." Danny jumped.
Tom let that be a sign of encouragement as he continued further down the shaft feeling Danny got harder. Clear liquid gleamed off the tip and Tom was no longer interested in being patient. He wrapped his lips around the head and pressed his tongue against it tasting the sweetness of Danny pre-cum.
"Ungh." Danny's guttural moan was music to Tom's ears. Tom's lips and tongue pressed against Danny's cock, seeking out any and all spots that made Danny twitch and moan. "Keep going," Danny begged. He arched his back and grabbed a hold of a good chunk of Tom's hair. Muffled moans spurred Tom on and when he heard the words he had been waiting for loud and clear — "I'm coming!" — he braced both hands on Danny's thighs and slid Danny's dick further into his mouth, let it go, he took it even further, pushing his own boundaries and taking Danny past the point of oblivion. Tom kept up his rhythm despite the hot cum sliding down his throat.
"Stop, you have to stop," Danny begged. "Oh my god Tom, stop."
Tom finally let go of Danny's cock and kissed his way back up his sweaty torso. Danny's breathing was ragged. He tried to calm himself. "That was, amazing." He seemed surprised by his admission. Tom couldn't wait to share more surprises with him.
When they finally made their way downstairs it was no different than any other day. The house was filled with children's screams and laughter and noise. The kitchen looked like it had been in a tornado. Except everything was different now. When they stood together waiting for their breakfast to cook they stayed close, sharing soft touches and laughing at jokes that were probably only funny to them. Tom had dreamed of the day it could be like this. It was definitely as sugar sweet and sickening as he'd figured it would be. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled them out of their moment.
"Mom." Tom stepped back from Danny and cursed himself for it.
"Boys." She greeted them as one.
Two things occurred to Tom in that moment. One, his mother was nowhere near as shocked and horrified by the clear and open show of affection between he and Danny as she should have been. And two, she looked like she had not slept at all. He chose to focus on the second observation, for now.
"Did you get any sleep at all?" He asked, offering her a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
She shook her head at the coffee, and at the question.
