Be careful with the things you start
T'Len
2006
Series: The Persuaders
Rating: Danny/Brett
Codes: PG-15, Humor
Summary: Brett should be careful with the things he starts. They could backfire.
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Disclaimer: This story’s mine, but I do not intend to
touch the rights of the owner of the characters I’ve used. No moneymaking, no
offence meant. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my
mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame
me.
Now there he
was laying on his back, like a stranded turtle. Totally unworthy of a british
Lord. Brett Sinclair sighed. But it was his own fault. Why did he allow
himself to become involved in Danny’s
complications ever again and again? The man was a catastrophe magnet. Yes! To bump into somebody by chance, lift a
statue with an original Hitler autograph, be photographed exactly at this
moment, appearing in the newspaper and then to have murderers on his heels –
this could only happen to Daniel Wilde.
And now,
when they finally had survived everything happily - and thank God with an
unhurt skin - the jealous husband of a former flame of Danny had to hit him
straight so that he landed on his blue-blooded ass. Okay, Danny had got over
the last days a couple of slaps which had been meant for him and now was laying
next to him because Frank had given him the second swing. But Brett wasn't in
the mood to interpret this in favour of his friend. On the contrary. And
besides, he only got the slaps because he repeatedly had to interrupt his date
hastily in order to save Danny’s life. Therefore Danny was the only person to
blame for the current situation.
All he had
wished for was a pleasant evening with an old friend and maybe later some more
pleasure, after all he only was a man, who had certain needs. With all their
adventures he hardly did find the time for such things.
“Na, was
this a big joy?” Danny smiles at him. "I had quite fun. Your Lordship,
too, was amused?”
Amuse? Fun?
Brett preferred to see things a bit
different. He had literally been ill because of the constant attacks on Danny’s
live. Not to mention the worry for his own. One somehow clung to his life,
didn’t one?
He looked at
his friend and started to protest when an idea suddenly was formed in his head,
one with it he finally could cure Danny of his big mouth -- for a while at
least. Brett smiled. Yes, this would certainly stuff the big flap. And a little
revenge for his messed up date also was in order.
At a sudden
he rolled over Danny and pressed his friend, who just was about to rise, down
with his weight.
"What’s
this about?” The American protested. "Do we exercise for the Olympic
wrestling finale?”
“I’m horny.
You have driven my old friend away. So late in the evening I don’t find a new
one. Therefore I expect compensation from you now,” Brett explained and pressed
his mouth briefly on Danny’s. He then prepared inwardly for the rush of indignation at his impossible request, which
undoubtedly would begin any moment. He also prepared for being pushed aside
from Danny soon.
But nothing
happened.
For a long
moment there was silence between them. Then Danny suddenly whispered, sounding
somehow strangely rough: "I thought you would never ask.”
“What?”
mumbled Brett confused.
Then Danny’s lips pressed on his.
End