A/N Ok, here we go, Nick and Danny smut... FINALLY! M Rated!

Disclaimer: If you're offended by male homosexuality (and if so, why are you reading this story?) then DON'T read any further (Oh, and loosen up and get a life!) You have been warned.

For the final time, I don't own Nicholas Angel or Danny Butterman, they're just my play things for the duration of this story. Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright and Nick Frost, they're the geniuses :)

Chapter 14

Sexuality

Danny whistled softly in appreciation when Nicholas came in from the bathroom wearing only a pair of tight grey boxer shorts. His flat stomach rose out of them, blending to a chest that was muscled hard and covered with a smattering of golden blonde hair. He was in fantastic shape, his lowest ribs just visible above the ridges of his abdominal muscles. And his arms, though not huge, which would not have suited his slender frame in any case, boasted beautifully defined biceps and forearms. His legs were also finely sculpted with muscles developed by frequent running, and were covered with just the right amount of light coloured hair. He was magnificent, though he often secretly worried that his slightness made him appear effeminate, particularly when his muscles were concealed by clothing.

Immeasurably pleased by Danny's obvious admiration, Nicholas smirked cockily at him as he walked towards the bed, raising his eyebrows suggestively in an expression of rare playfulness. He felt a thrill of excitement as Danny's eyes, after travelling up and down his body, settled on the significant bulge in his boxers. He allowed himself to look at Danny's naked top half, emerging from the duvet covering him from the waist down, and felt a buzzing hot lust spreading from his stomach. Danny was physically big, which Nicholas liked. The chunky, powerful, manliness of him made Nicholas want to grab onto him, desperate to touch him. He knew Danny could feel self conscious about his size, but to Nicholas he possessed the appealingly solid physique of a rugby player, all the more evident now he was shirtless. As he admired Danny and Danny stared back at him, the sexual tension undeniable, Nicholas felt himself starting to harden in response to it. He sat down on his side of the bed, one leg tucked beneath him and looked sideways at Danny. He knew he was inadequate when it came to talking about his emotions but, for Danny, he wanted to try. He wanted him to know how much he was turned on by him.

"You look great with your top off, you know." He began, painfully aware of how lame that sounded. But Danny at least smiled, looking down and blushing. Nicholas searched for a way to improve on it and grasped the memory that had triggered the thought in the first place. "I mean it. I used to have to try really hard not to look at your body when we were getting changed in the locker room after work."

"Really?"

Nicholas was also blushing now, but pressed on regardless, encouraged by Danny's endearing expression of disbelief.

"Yeah. I was afraid I'd get a... hard on. Or you would see me looking and..."

"Shit!" Danny exclaimed. "I was just the same about you! If we'd just looked at each other..."

"Yes."

"Probably a good thing we didn't though."

"How so?"

"Not sure the locker room's the right place, really." Nicholas laughed. When it faded, there was an awkward silence. "Here's better though." Danny continued quietly. Nicholas looked at him.

"You mean..."

"Yeah. If you want to, that is..."

Nicholas cleared his throat, feeling wildly out of his comfort zone.

"I... I do. I just, I don't really know how to... get started." He fought the compulsion to run from the crippling embarrassment of the situation. "Do you?"

"Nah, not really." There was another awkward pause. "But... I mean... it's just me an' you int it? There really ain't no need to feel nervous."

"I don't feel nervous exactly. It's just..." Nicholas looked down. "I don't really know what to do, Danny. I feel... incompetent." The last word struggled out through gritted teeth. Nicholas, who prided himself on being highly competent in everything he did, was finding this severely distressing. Danny smiled gently at him.

"Look, Nicholas, just relax. It were like this before we kissed remember? And then once we did it, it were fine, weren't it?" Nicholas had to admit he had a point there and nodded his acknowledgement. "Reckon this'll be the same, eh?" Danny finished softly. In the silence that followed, Nicholas made a decision. He forced himself to ignore the awkwardness. He certainly wanted Danny and it seemed the feeling was mutual. However, he needed to be the one to make the first move. He suspected he would only be able to do this if he at least pretended to be in control. Hearing Danny being so tender and reassuring with him had been momentarily gratifying, but now Nicholas knew he had to take the lead.

"Right, let's start by kissing, then." He said as firmly as he could, swallowing his anxiety, his voice a bit husky. He shifted up the bed so he was kneeling beside Danny, and waited a beat, looking into his eyes. Then he took his face in both hands to kiss him, slowly at first, and gently controlling, the way he knew Danny loved. As soon as their lips connected, Nicholas felt instantly better. This, he was comfortable with. He knew he was a good kisser, and he had discovered exactly how to kiss Danny to get him all excited and needy, just the way Nicholas liked him. Danny predictably whimpered, shifting himself round to get closer to Nick without breaking the kiss. Nicholas moved down the bed, bringing Danny with him, kicking the duvet away to reveal Danny's lower half, also clad in boxers. Red ones. Nicholas kissed Danny's neck and shoulder and ran a hand over his chest, exploring his skin, the swell of his pectoral muscles and the nipples that hardened under his fingers. Danny's hand stroked down Nick's side and onto his hip, pulling his body closer, and urgently kissing him again. Nicholas groaned involuntarily into Danny's mouth as his erection strained painfully against the cotton of his underwear. Danny tentatively touched Nicholas through the thin material, now stretched even tighter over the increased length. He tugged at the waistband of Nick's boxers, silently asking his permission to remove them. Nicholas raised his hip off the bed and Danny eagerly shoved them down. Nick huffed out a breath of relief as he sprung free of the constraint. Danny stared for a few seconds, seeming somewhat awestruck by Nicholas' penis. When he delicately touched him for the first time, Nick shut his eyes tight and breathed in sharply, concentrating on the feel of Danny's warm hand wrapped around him.

"My, vot impressive veaponry you 'ave, Inspecteur Angel." Danny's James-Bond-villain Russian accent came out of nowhere. Nicholas half laughed, half grimaced, his face flushed bright red with yet another blush.

"Oh fuck, Danny please! Don't make jokes!"

"I can't 'elp eet." Danny began in the Russian voice again, then dropped it when he saw Nicholas' stricken expression. "Sorry. It's wot I do when I'm nervous."

"Oh come here, you big twat."

Needing to overcome his embarrassment by exerting sexual authority, Nick kissed him hard again, rolling him onto his back and covering his body with his own. Danny grabbed Nicholas' bum, pushing his stiffness against Nick's groin. He pressed himself up against him, trying to get as close as he could possibly get. Nick raised himself up on his hands over Danny, kissing him, then moving aside and supporting himself on one elbow. He slid his free hand down Danny's body and pushed his boxers over his hips, just far enough to release him.

"Take these off." Nicholas ordered, burning with lust as he watched Danny obey him. Nicholas pushed him on to his back again and lay on top of him, relishing the full body contact and the mind blowing sensation of their cocks brushing together. Nick had always loved being dominant in bed with women, and with Danny he was discovering it was no different. Fortunately, and perhaps because of his everyday comfort zone of being Nicholas' subordinate, it seemed Danny was just as aroused by Nick taking charge. He whimpered incomprehensibly, hopelessly turned on by Nick kissing him so forcefully, his head pressed back into the pillow.

"This is insane," Nicholas whispered between kisses. "You're making me act like a horny teenager again."

"Mmmm, I'm horny." Danny moaned. "I want you, Nicholas. Christ, I want you so much. I want you to... y'know... I want you to fuck me." Danny gasped breathlessly and snatched another quick kiss. Nicholas' commanding persona faltered slightly.

"Are you sure?" Their lips came together again at Danny's instigation.

"Yeah!"

"I want you too, Danny... You honestly have no idea how much!... But I don't want to hurt you." Nicholas had to practically hold him off so he could get the rest of his words out, constantly interrupted by Danny's frantic kisses. "I mean... I imagine it'll hurt but... if you can't... if it's too much... just tell me and I'll stop... I promise... At any point."

"I know!" Kiss. "I trust you!" Kiss again. "Stop talkin'!" Nicholas flashed a nervous grin.

"Y'got any..."

"Drawer!"

Nicholas sat up, straddling Danny's waist, to open the bedside drawer. He scrabbled around inside, chucking stuff out in a most un-Nicholas-like fashion until he found a tube of KY. He squirted a generous amount into his palm and wrapped his hand around his cock, rubbing up and down, covering himself with the lubricant. Danny was squirming about underneath him restlessly.

"Danny, hold still." Without preamble, he smeared some of the jelly onto Danny, who jumped at the sudden intimate contact and the coldness of the lube. Regretting his haste, Nicholas reminded himself to go slowly, leaned down to Danny and kissed him softly. Then he knelt between Danny's thighs again. "Sorry. Just lie back, try to relax." He said quietly as he squeezed out another dollop of lube and rubbed it between his palms to warm it this time. Trying to follow his instincts, Nicholas lightly stroked his slippery fingers over and around Danny's hole, getting him accustomed to being touched there. The tension in Danny's body dissipated somewhat and he let out the breath he had been holding. Nicholas smoothly pressed a little harder, circling with his fingertips, watching Danny, who sighed in response to him. So far, so good. Nicholas swallowed hard, still fighting the destructive thoughts telling him he had no idea what he was doing, and gently slipped his forefinger into Danny's hole. The lube meant it slid in easily, but it felt extremely tight as Danny instinctively tensed against the intrusion. Nicholas stroked his other hand comfortingly over Danny's thick thigh, leaned down and pressed kisses across his scarred stomach until he felt him relaxing again. Then he carefully introduced a second finger. Danny shut his eyes tight and sucked in a rapid breath.

"It's all right, just relax." Nick whispered, his soothing hand continuing to stroke over Danny's body. Nicholas was incredibly gentle with Danny, waiting until he had completely accepted his probing fingers before he very slowly slid them out and in, and then widened them to stretch Danny, preparing him. After several moments of this attention, during which Danny groaned almost constantly at the sensation, Nicholas judged him ready and removed his fingers. He positioned himself at Danny's entrance and gently rubbed the end of his cock across Danny's hole, spreading the lube again.

"Oh, fuck. Nick. Please."

He grinned briefly at Danny's begging, and slowly started to ease himself inside. Danny gasped for breath and could not help tensing as Nicholas pushed into him. About halfway, Danny threw his head to one side, hands grasping about him for something to hold on to. He blindly grabbed the sheet, ripping it out from under the mattress, teeth clenched. Nicholas paused, allowing him time to adjust to his size. Danny felt so tight though, that Nick wasn't sure he could get any further, and he was so hard himself, and being gripped so crushingly, that it was hurting Nick too.

"You all right?" Nicholas whispered.

"Ah... um... yeah... Hurts like fuck!" Danny whimpered.

"Sorry, babe. Try to relax. I won't go any further until you're ready, ok?"

"Uh huh." Danny's voice was unnaturally high.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! No, I wanna do this. Just gimme a minute, I can deal wiv it."

"Ok. It's all right. There's no rush." Nicholas soothed. Danny had shut his eyes and was breathing deeply in an attempt to control the pain. Nicholas stroked his fingers over Danny's chest, through his hair, down his cheek. He kissed his neck, and then his lips. "It's all right." He whispered again. Finally, Nicholas felt him relaxing and the painful tightness easing. Danny opened his eyes.

"Ok, go on." He breathed. Nicholas edged forwards, slightly pulling back every few seconds to relieve the pressure, before pushing deeper into Danny again. This technique was more successful, and Nicholas groaned as he found himself buried completely inside Danny. He stilled again, giving him more time to fully accept him. Danny wrapped his arms around Nicholas, pressing him against his chest.

"Is that ok now?" Nick whispered, feeling himself blush hot again at the intimacy of being eye to eye in such a situation. Danny nodded, seemingly unable to speak. Nick wasn't sure how Danny would respond, or how it would feel for him, when he started to move, so he repeated his earlier reassurance.

"Remember, just tell me to stop if... you need to." Danny nodded vigorously. "Wha... Do you mean you want me to stop?"

"Fuck! No!" Danny urged through gritted teeth. Nicholas gave a nervous little laugh.

"Oh, ok, sorry, I thought for a second... Shit. Sorry. Ok, let's do this."

Then Danny giggled. And Nicholas grinned back, revelling in the release of tension, and feeling a warm rush of love for Danny. He took hold of Danny's face and tenderly kissed him, withdrew himself part way then slowly pushed again, sliding inside more easily now Danny was open to him. Nicholas shuddered with pleasure, pulling his mouth away from Danny's to suck in a ragged breath.

"Christ. Danny."

The feeling was so intense, Danny was so hot and firm around him, the urge to let go and drive hard into him was almost overwhelming. But he would never hurt Danny like that. He had to control himself, he had to be gentle with him. Nicholas continued to move considerately inside him, and he felt Danny start to push up to meet him each time, almost imperceptibly at first, then more and more insistently. Danny gripped Nick's biceps so he could push back harder into his tender thrusts.

"Fuck. Nick." He moaned. "Good!"

Nicholas could feel himself getting close and, holding himself up on one elbow, he reached down to take hold of Danny's cock, squeezing and stroking on instinct alone, trying to emulate what he would do to bring himself to orgasm when masturbating. Danny cried out, his eyes shut tight, one hand digging into the arm Nick was braced on, his other gripping the pillow, his body rising in time with Nicholas. It took all of Nicholas' restraint to hold back and let Danny move on him, and move in his hand.

"Nick, I'm... Oh fuck." Danny's whole body tensed as he came into Nicholas' hand, simultaneously pushing himself down onto him. Nick was gasping for breath himself now, the familiar rush taking over. The beginnings of his orgasm throbbed violently through him, but he forced himself not to slam into Danny, his desire not to hurt him greater than his need to give in to the feeling. He held himself as still as he possibly could, pressed deep inside and just nudging deeper as the sensations ripped through him. When it eventually faded, Nick collapsed down onto Danny's body, wanting to feel the reassuring warmth of him. He lay on top of him for a few moments, exhausted, and enjoying the contact too much to move, his forehead on Danny's chest, breathing hard.

When Nick felt himself softening, he reluctantly lifted his body and eased himself out. Not quite able to look at Danny yet, he headed into the bathroom and cleaned himself up, re-emerging with some tissue for Danny to wipe himself off on. He got back in bed beside him, proffering the tissue, waiting for a response. Danny was staring glazed eyed at the ceiling.

"Do you want this?" Nick asked. At the sound of his voice, Danny started and looked at him, then down at the tissue in his hand, then back at him again.

"Yeah. Ta." He croaked, sitting up and clearing his throat as he wiped his own stickiness from his belly. Nicholas lay down, suddenly feeling the predictable, shattering tiredness he always did after sex. The vague suspicion that Danny wanted to talk to him was not enough to prevent his eyes shutting of their own accord. He heard Danny finish cleaning himself and chuck the tissue across the room into the bin. He felt the bed move as Danny lay back down. Click, the bedside light went off and the residual brightness he could sense through his eyelids was gone. He sighed softly and felt the delicious pull of encroaching unconsciousness. He weakly fought it though, searching for the right words to ask Danny how he was feeling. Nicholas felt across the mattress until he found Danny's hand and took it, interlinking their fingers, hoping a physical gesture would suffice. Danny's fingers closed tightly on his, gripping firmly.

"Nick?"

"Hmmm?"

"I don't wanna sound like a girl or nuffin but... would you... like, hug me? I feel all, sorta... emotional."

Nicholas smiled sleepily in the darkness. He had not had to ask, but he definitely needed to respond. He wanted Danny to feel as blissfully content as he did.

"Course."

He rolled to his right, moving in close and moulding his body against Danny's. Nick laid an arm across him and rested his head on his chest. He felt Danny let out a slightly shuddering breath. "Better?"

"Mmmm, fuck yeah." Danny murmured, his tone absurdly soft against the harshness of his swearing. Nicholas chuckled a little, nuzzling against him, utterly secure in the knowledge that Danny loved him completely and he loved Danny. He was also feeling undeniably, ridiculously pleased with himself.

The staggering physical effect he seemed to have on Danny, and his apparent ability to please him sexually, had combined to produce a distinctly arrogant self satisfaction that Nicholas would never have wanted to admit he was capable of feeling. But after all the indecision, worry and confusion surrounding his relationship with Danny, Nicholas felt he deserved to feel pride at the success of his first attempt at making love to him. After all, though he was gentlemanly enough to repress it the vast majority of the time, Nicholas Angel had an ego, like any man, and sometimes it needed stroking.