Chills raced beneath his skin even as sweat beaded on his brow and made his spine itch. Nothing enough to stop him, though. John forced himself to open his eyes to watch him.

"Danny," he managed, then bit his bottom lip to try to hold back. There was no hope for it. Mere moments later he was digging his fingertips hard into Danny's supple flesh as his pleasure hit him hard and he drove in deep, spilling with a rough cry.