Danny-Boy
T'Len
2006
Series: The Persuaders
Rating: G
Codes: Danny, Brett, Humor
Summary: Danny is shocked. What is Brett planning for him?
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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.
“Your
Lordship, are you ready to move the hoof?” Danny stopped at the door to the
salon of the country house as he realized that Brett Sinclair hadn't noticed his
approach but was talking lively into the telephone.
"Yes, I
have a new one. Danny-boy. American stable. A great guy I can tell you. Slim,
powerful, beautiful muscles, a terrific mane and a splendid tail. I look
forward to ride him... Oh yes, I’m quite proud of him. I didn't have such a
good one between my legs for a long time. I’m sure, I will have a lot of
pleasure with him. But he’s also quite a bit wild, makes his name
honour... Don’t worry, he’s not the first one I need to control. I’ve got my
experiences with such types. And after all I love it a bit wildly, makes things
more funny. I’ll take him right you can bet this and if needed, there still is
the whip."
Danny
swallowed. Riding on him? Taking him between the legs? Controlling him with the
whip? Who did this blue-blood thinking he was? None would dare this with Daniel
Wilde! But he always had known it, all these Englishmen were perverted. Too
much tea or warm beer or blue-blooded inbreeding or everything together. But
who had thought that Brett also…? He had though him so far to be such a nice
guy, okay he drank his Creole Scream with only an olive but nevertheless...
Danny
interrupted his thoughts and saw the time had come for a strategic retreat as
Brett finished his conversation and noticed him.
"There
you are”, he said “Then we can start the fun.”
The whip’s
top pointed exactly at him. “Have to go," Danny mumbled. "Urgent
time, no business.”
Brett
watched astonished like his friend retreated hastily then followed him slowly
outside. He arrived just in time to see how Danny jumped into his Ferrari and
accelerated it.
Lord
Sinclair shook his head. What was wrong with Daniel today? One just couldn’t
understand the Americans. He had looked forward to show Danny his new horse. He
even had named the stallion after him. Danny-boy.
End