Author: Khayman
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't sue. You Can't bleed a rock.

I  would like to dedicate this to CCL, who helped me more than she likes to admit.
Without her, I would still be lost and wandering through the abyss.

Also To Mi, Who is my Muse.
Happy Valentines Day. I would not do this for anyone but you.

Okay, it's my first.  My First attempt at writing I am aware it sucks worse than a buck-toothed vampire.
Feedback is appreciated. Flames should be about 3 foot high. My rear gets cold. I could use the heat.

Meanwhile Back At The Fort

I walk in the house and head straight for the sofa and sit down. Vince and Jessie are on the floor playing the
dream cast. Jessie gives me a distracted, "Hi" while Vince just glares. I give Vince my best shit-eating grin and
look at the driver game they are playing.

 "So who's winning?"

 Jessie answers by raising the controller in his hand and laughing.

I smile. Deep inside I am glad that smug son of a bitch, Vince, is losing.

 "Where is everyone?"

 "What's it to ya Spilner?" Vince spits.

"Mia's at the Store, Leon is at the shop with Letty, Dom's in the shower." Jesse remarks casually.

"Oh." I say and look around the room, noticing that someone has just cleaned. Even the clutter is tidy.

"Ready for Race Wars tomorrow?" I toss out to anyone.

"Oh yeah, we're leaving tonight, taking the silver bullet out. Dom'll catch up in the morning." Jessie offers freely
and Vince turns his glare up to baleful scowl. I'm still not impressed and stifle a yawn to convey this.

Vince is not amused by this and throws the controller down, moving to get up as Dom descends the stairs
wearing a towel, an indifferent face and nothing else.

 "What's up Vince? " Dom rumbles as he walks over and sits down next to me.

Vince sighs and hunkers back down, picking up his controller and looking back at the TV without commenting.
Then Dom turns his eyes to me and lifts a brow.

I smile and shrug, looking away from Dom to watch Jessie play the game.

As I watch the game car, I wonder why I'm always looking away from Dom. Is it guilt that makes me not want to
hold those incredible eyes. I chance a glance back to see if he's still looking at me but he's engrossed in the
game now. His head and face looks smooth and I assume that he must have just shaved. The white towel
draped haphazardly around his midsection contrasts with his carmel skin. His eyes look like milk chocolate pools.
As I watch, his lips slowly part and his tongue attentively worked its way around his mouth. For some reason I
think that his tongue would taste like strawberries. I look across those massive shoulders to his chest; his
 nipples are hard from the cool air, and I immediately think they are the color of toffee.

What the fuck am I thinking? Carmel, Chocolate, Strawberries, and Toffee?
I must be hungry. Dom leans back and throws his legs out and his knee presses against mine. My eyes are
drawn there, to where his leg is contrasted by my own denim clad one, to the towel, up his thighs, those
creamy thighs. CREAMY? I should have eaten something. Then I remember, I did, we had shrimp just a few
hours earlier.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, never a good sign. I tear my gaze off of his thigh and those
eyes assault me. I don't know what he is thinking; I do know he has just caught me looking at him. I stare back
not knowing what to say. I have just proven that you cannot physically die of embarrassment, no matter what
they say. I search his eyes looking for what I know has to be there. I can't find a single storm cloud, but God. I
can definitely smell the rain.

My heart jumps. He could just kill me. Vince will help him. Jessie may ask why, but not until it is over. He
withdraws his leg away from mine and swings it back with a little force, his face doesn't change but he is
bouncing his knee against mine. I know the look on my face is one of total confusion. What is he doing?

"Well?" He archs an eyebrow and looks at me.

"Well what?" I stammer.

"Are you going to get me a beer like I asked? Or have you become like the rest of my lazy crew?" He quirks a
smile at Vince and Jessie. They look up quickly at the words "lazy crew".

I never heard him ask, but jump at the chance to get out of the room to collect myself.

"Umm, sure Boss." I manage to get out before I half run to the kitchen, ignoring
Vince's demand I bring him one too.

I open the fridge and grab 4 beers. Then I press the cold beers over my face to try to ease the fire still burning
there from my embarrassment. I take a deep breath. Maybe he didn't catch me looking at his thigh and the
bottom of his towel. Maybe he asked me for a beer, and I looked up just as he turned to see why I wasn't
getting up. The bouncing knee, that was just to bring me in from outer space. Damn, Brian, get it together, what
in the hell is wrong with you. Now get your narrow ass back in there and try not to drool over him anymore.

Drool?!?! Where the fuck did that come from?

I take another deep breath and walk back in handing out Corona's as I go.

Dom is still sitting in the center of the couch, he doesn't seem inclined to move, so I take my previous place, only
I press up against the arm as much as I can.

Dom flips the cap at Vince and laughs at his protests.

"Why are you lazy Bastards still here?" Dom asks Vince still laughing.

"You want us to head out now? We taking everyone with us?" Vince asks, never looking up from his game.

"Nah, I want you to take Jessie first, drop him and the trailer off, come back get Mia, " Dom leans forward as he
is talking and presses his knee back into mine.

"Take her down, drop her off, Come back and get Leon. " At this point Dom looks at me, his eyes sparkling and
he lays one big hand across my thigh, a friendly gesture. "Now Letty may want to go with Leon, but make her
wait."

Vince finally looks up and is obviously confused since he hasn't been paying attention. "What Dom?"

 Dom is smiling at Vince now and shakes his head yes. "Drop Leon off at the trailer and come back for Letty, once
you have her there, come back and push everyone's car to the grounds."

"Or, you could round up the crew and you all leave together? Up to you." Dom shrugs and winks at Vince before
he stretches out putting both arms across the back of the sofa. His thumb is lightly touching my shoulder.

I find the light touch a good distraction from the burning of my thigh where his hand has been.

Vince jumps up and starts to wrap up the video game. "C'mon Jessie lets go. We don't have to stay here and be
insulted. We can go anywhere and be insulted." He growls as he unhooks the game and slides it under his arm.

Jessie mumbles about how he was never insulted just Vince, but collects the games strewn about

Dom laughs a full rich laugh and slides his arm around my shoulder to pull me into him so he cannot quite
whisper, "Vince is right there. He can get insulted anywhere."

"I heard that Dom!" Vince turns to glare at him, but it turns into a smile quickly.

Dom has his hand on my arm now. He hasn't moved it, just dropped it a bit. He is pressing me close. I want to
move away, but I don't dare. Why don't I dare?!?! He is talking to Vince about the spot to set up, and what to
grab at the garage. He has forgotten his arm is around me. I am not even there. He is talking to Vince and no
one else exists to him. But his body is causing mine to burn everywhere it touches. Little electric jolts fly up the
back of my neck, and down my spine.

I've got to get him to move before I spontaneously combust right here on this couch. Think, Brian, think! The
beer! If I just reach over and grab it, I can use the cold to remind him I'm still here and that he's still holding me
in place. So why aren't I moving? I lean forward, grabbing my beer, and then place it gently on his thigh. He
stiffens a bit, but never stops looking at Vince as he releases his hold on my shoulders and grabs MY beer out of
MY hands, and takes a drink. Then he slides it between MY thighs and uses them as a cup holder. I am staring
at him hard and he never breaks eye contact with Vince. I should be listening to what they are saying, but my
brain isn't making any sense out of it. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why is he using my thigh as his armrest? Why isn't it bothering me? Why don't I get the fuck up and leave? Why
can't I understand what they are saying? I grab my beer and down half of it before sliding it back where Dom
had placed it.

Is it because I don't want to? Because maybe deep down in dark places that I don't look really close I am
enjoying the attention. Maybe because I've been attracted to him since I first saw him at the diner when he
pulled Vince and I apart in the parking lot?

Before I can think to answer those questions, Dom's hand is back, grabbing the rest of the beer and downing
what's left of it. I watch the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows and I don't think I've even been more
jealous of an inanimate object. Man, what would I give to be that bottle pressed against his mouth. And then
he's pulling the bottle away and looking at it in disgust.

"Got a dead soldier here. Guess I'll have to get the next round myself." And then he's standing and walking
away from me. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding only to inhale sharply when my eyes are filled
with a lot more of Dom than I ever imagined I'd see.

Vince grabs the towel as Dom walks by and rolls it quickly into a long rope that he uses to crack off a shot at
Dom's perfect ass.

Dom never flinches as he turns and looks at Vince, smiling wickedly.

"You really want to play this game? I got a bullwhip in the bedroom. I'd love to try it out."

Vince drops the towel and backs to the front door. Not as dumb as he looks I think and grin.

  With Jessie giggling and Vince growling, they say their farewells. Dom yells from the kitchen to be careful and
that he will see them all in the morning and I'm left staring in horror at the crumpled forgotten towel lying in the
floor. When he comes out of the kitchen he is going to show me even more than I saw seconds ago. I can't look.
I shouldn't look. I just won't look! Who am I kidding? I'm gonna look! I'll just have to not get caught looking.

And there he is, stepping over the towel. Why isn't he picking it up? Doesn't he know he has a pervert sitting
here waiting for a chance to peek at him?
I can't look up. If I keep looking at the floor, I will be okay. If I just don't lift my eyes, it will be okay. I'll say I'm
tired and close my eyes; maybe he'll be dressed when I open them.

He's standing in front of me now, what the hell is he doing? Why isn't he sitting down? If I look up to his face, I
know, my eyes will linger too long. He will so bust me looking at him. Did he say something? I'm looking at his
feet hoping maybe they can tell me what the fuck he is doing standing in front of me.

"My arm is getting tired Bri." Dom's voice rumbles through me like sound waves off a huge booming speaker.

Okay, I have to look up, but I don't have to open my eyes until my head is past the danger zone. I squeeze my
eyes shut lift my head all the way up open my eyes and look down until I can see Dom looking at me like I may
have just lost my mind.

His eyes are full of questions. Questions I couldn't possibly answer. Except to tell him I am crazy. I have lost my
mind Dom. Kick me out now. I have gone around the bend. I feel my eyes begging him to just be kind and put
back on the towel. To walk away and let me have a breakdown alone. But mostly they plead for him stop
looking at me.

"Spilner take this beer before I slap you with it." He is grinning and seems amused. What in the fuck is so
funny? I reach out and he is forced to put the beer in my hand since I cannot look away from his eyes.

He rocks back and looks at me tilting his head to the side. "What's up?"
It sounds like he is asking because he is concerned, or has he noticed the ever-increasing bulge? What in the
blue fuck are you doing? Get back down there! I swear if you get hard on me now, I will not get laid for a year!
Don't do it!

I know I look like a deer in the headlights. I can't stop staring into his eyes. My mouth is suddenly too dry to
speak. Dom reaches out and lightly grasps my chin.

"Damn, just look! Get it over with and we can get past this okay?"

He is tilting my head down. Why is he making me look? Shouldn't I be claiming I don't want to look? Shouldn't I
at least fake insult? Christ, he must think I am mental! He gently moves my head lower until…

Oh my god. Well this is a first. I must have spent years perfecting the skill of showering after gym with a bunch
of sweaty guys and NOT looking. And now here I am confronted with him. Naked. In front of me. Less than a
foot away from me actually. And the sight is...beautiful. Perfection. Am I really thinking this about another guy?

But here, face to face with the parts I have no business looking at, I know I am. It is beautiful, hanging limply,
nestled in dark curls, full and thick. God it must be huge when he is hard. Oh GOD! He is limp; he is just letting
me be a perv. He felt sorry for the spaz and cut him a break. I close my eyes and pray that a meteor will just
crash in and kill me.

"You have seen one of these before, right?" Dom says and I look back up at him. His eyes tell me he expects an
answer. What the hell do I say? I have never seen anything like it before. And my head is shaking as I keep his
eye. Why is it doing that? Is he asking me if I am? If I want him? Is he asking if I am gay? "NO! Dom, it's not like
that!" I croak out.

"Is there something you need to tell me Spilner? Dom arches a brow and looks at me sideways "You are a guy,
right? Cause if you're a girl...you definitely need to start shaving closer." With that he dragged his fingertips
over my face and smiles, then pats me on the shoulder and takes a seat beside me.

"Dom, I'm not. I mean, I'm…" I am stuttering. I need to get the fuck out of here.

Dom looks at me calmly, like nothing bizarre has just happened. "You're?" he asks and takes a sip of his beer.

"I, I'm, I mean, I'm…" My head is shaking no, for no reason I know of. Why is he looking at me so calmly. He is
smiling! Why isn't he bashing my head in?

"Spit it out Brian, I know I'm multi-talented, but I can't read minds." He smiles at me, a sweet, understanding
smile. Oh My God! He already knows. He knows. And he wants me to tell him.

I want to. I want to tell him. I want to touch him. I want to taste him. I want to…what is he doing? He is facing
me leaning against the arm of the couch. One leg is bent under the other. Those eyes are keeping me from
jumping and running. He lifts the foot on the floor and touches my beer with his toe.

"You like those warm? I could have nuked it for you." He laughs and puts both his feet in my lap.

I look at his feet, then at my beer. I take along drink and move to put it on the floor. He wiggles his toes on my
chest as I lean over. What was that? Is he tickling me? Is he flirting with me? Get a grip! He is not flirting with
you. He has Letty! What would he want with you?

 "Are you going to tell me what your not?" He crooks a smile at me. Why is he so comfortable sitting naked with
a spaz? What should I say? I should say Dom, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I just know I would
like to take this toe and suck it. I watch as my hand moves and grabs his big toe. Why in the hell did I do that?

Did I say it out loud to? Oh shit. Please say I did not say that out loud. And drop his toe you moron. Why wont
my hand move now?

No! Damn it! I know I thought about sucking his toe but hand don't you dare bring it up to my mouth. I am
warning you hand. Stop that! NO! Don't rub his toe across your lips! Have you gone crazy? STOP it!

Dom clears his throat. Is he is trying to get me to look at him and drop his foot? Is he warning me he is fixing to
kick my ass? I should look up. I am scared to. I am terrified of how he will be looking at me.

Okay why am I kissing his ankles? Why have I moved where I can get to his leg, his hips? Am I really thinking of
working my way up? Am I really going to lick his thigh like this? Wait!!! I just licked his thigh. Oh Shit! Why isn't
he beating me?

I will myself to stop. I can't do this. Jesus! I need a drink. One more lick, just one more, then I'll finish my beer
and run not walk the fuck out of here. Okay this is good. I have moved away. I have my beer in my hand. Drink
it all Brian and get the fuck out. NO! Don't look at him. What you don't see can't hurt you. Stare at your hands,
the beer, your feet. Anywhere but him.

"Never a dull moment with you around Arizona," he says. But his voice is low, sexy, and I have to look up. He is
looking at me. He doesn't look mad. He looks… like he is expecting me to drink this beer and go back to what I
was doing. I drop my gaze. Oh My God! I was right, It is huge when it is hard. He is hard. Fuck!! What have I
done? I was licking his leg. That's what I did. How the fuck do I explain this one?

And why can't I stop looking at his cock? I look back up in those eyes. "Dom I can't. I can't do this."

What was that look? Disappointment? Amusement? Anger? I should be scared. But his lips curl into a slight
smile. "I never asked you to, kid. You took that upon yourself."

"But you want me to keep going right?" Is this my ego talking? What in the hell do I think I am doing? He let me
go and I am going to sit around and fish for compliment. I have lost my fucking mind.

He is wearing the same amused look he had when he was picking on Vince. It is now plastered on his face and
his eyes sparkle. "Nah! I can take care of this myself," he drawls as his hand drops down to grasp the beautiful
cock. I can't quit staring. He is stroking himself casually, not really even working at it.

What in the hell is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly pissed off he would rather take care of it alone? Why am
I moving closer? Why is my tongue trying to lick wherever his hand isn't? Why can't I reach?!?!?! Wait! His free
hand is holding me away. Holding my shoulder keeping me from reaching his cock, stopping me from licking it. I
look up at him. I grunt in frustration. He smiles at me and mouths the word No. But I want too now, why is he
stopping me? I struggle a little harder but he has me in a firm grip.

Wait, I have hands. I just remembered I have hands, If he won't let me lick I can touch. I reach for him and he
grabs both my hands, pinning me against the sofa with them over my head. He is on top of me, looking down.
My heart is threatening to pound its way out of my chest. I am in a daze and he is what? Studying me? What is
he looking for in my face? Shouldn't I try to at least put up a little fight? Do I want to put up a fight? Or do I
want him to do whatever he wants to me?

His face is coming closer and then his lips brush against mine. The shocks go down to my groin, which is harder
than it has ever been. Why am I turning my face away? Why won't I look back into his eyes? I feel him looking
at me. I should look back, should explain the kiss freaked me. I have never kissed a man. I should say
something. Wait! Where is he going?

Why am I laying here alone and he is over there wrapping the towel around him? Okay, Dom, I can look at you
now. Turn around. I am okay. Please, Dom, turn around. I should say this. I just can't.

"Go home, kid," he says but he won't turn around and look at me.

"Dom?" My voice cracks. "I don't want to go home."

"What do you want? Do you know what you want Brian?" He turns and watches my eyes for something.

I stand there and stare back. I do not know the right answer. I can't tell him what I want. I should have never
come here tonight.

Dom closes his eyes for a second and opens them. The smile is back. "Tell ya what Bri. You think about it. I am
going for a cold one." He turns and walks into the kitchen. I am alone. I know I should run. Why am I NOT
moving to the door?