Talking is silver…






Series: The Persuaders

Rating: NC-17

Codes: Brett/Danny, Humor

Summary: How to stop Danny?



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.




"Attention, he’s coming so that your Lordship can come, too. And now he’s already going into the honourable tunnel and there he has disappeared into the blue-blooded hole completely.”


Brett Sinclair moaned forcedly. "Daniel, I really love you but can’t you hold your big mouth shut during the sex and simply fuck me?"


"But I like so much to tell it to you, my sexy, royal bottom."

Brett sighed, if he only wouldn't love this damned guy so much - and if the sex with him wouldn’t be so damned good...


But suddenly he got an idea.




Two nights later:



Satisfied Daniel snuggled near his friend. "Say, your Lordship, I’ve got a question in my mouth. You’re not complaining about it any more.”


"What have you said, Daniel?" Brett pulled two ear stoppers out and gave a smile to a Danny staring at him taken aback. "You know, a true British gentleman enjoys in silence, my dear.”