Date: 28 Jul 99 14:35:41
From: rimshot@planetaccess.com
Subject: Daniel and JD Part 5

	I would like to thank everyone for the messages.  I'm sorry this
one took so long.  It's been a busy week.  I may spend some time exploring
JD's character a little, so be patient.  Feel free to send suggestions as
to what direction this should go.  Rimshot@planetaccess.com

Thanx,

Dan


Daniel and JD Part 5 / Enchanted Lives


	"What did you expect, Danny?"  Stacy placed and ice pack on his
knuckles.  They were purple and swollen, and Daniel didn't want to move his
hand.  Dane clapped him on the shoulder, laughing.

	"You should have seen him, Stace.  It was incredible!"  Dane
bunched up his face and snarled, "Come and get me, mother fucker, I dare
you."  He fell onto the bench in the Burger King dining room and dissolved
into laughter.  "You are by far the most magnificent son of a bitch that
ever walked, Daniel."

	Daniel grinned and threw a fry at Dane, catching him in the nose.
"I need you two to go shopping with me tomorrow.  I need some new clothes
to go see JD."  He reached down on the bench and picked up the cowboy hat,
placing it on his head.  "ah need sum duds that'll do this Texas Frisbee
proud," He drawled in a passable western accent, "And I can tell you in all
honesty, I've never worn Wranglers, or pointy ass boots, or whatever they
wear in my life."

	"I like western clothes."  Micah said as she put her trash away.
"I can guaranty you that you have the ass for Wranglers.  So does JD.  It
might be a good style for you."

	"Where do you buy `em?"

	"You guys pick me up at ten.  I'll take you to the mall, then we'll
go see JD, `kay?"

	The next morning found them in Starlling's, a western clothing
store.  Daniel sat in a dressing room, pulling on a pair of boots.  They
were a little tight, and he grunted, pulling them off.  Dane picked them up
and left the cubicle to get the next size up, and Stacy came in with jeans
over her arms and a bag in her hand.

	"I bought these all ready, so put them on first."  She handed him
the bag and hung the Wranglers up on the hook.  "Micah found some cool
T-shirts with wolfs and stuff on them, and now she's finding a belt."

	Daniel opened the bag and laughed, pulling out a pair of deep
sapphire blue silk boxers.  He pulled his briefs off and put the new pair
on, unsure if he liked the slick feel of silk or not.  Looking in the
mirror he had to admit, they looked pretty good.  JD was bound to like
them, assuming he ever got to see them anytime soon.

	He pulled on a pair of the Wranglers and did them up, carefully
adjusting the boxers.  Everyone was right.  They snugged right up to his
ass, but were amazingly comfortable even brand new.  He admired them in the
mirror, critical of how they looked.

	Micah pushed her way in to the cramped room giggling.  "I think the
clerk is getting worried about the amount of traffic through here."  She
handed him several T-shirts and a belt.  "All three of us like the one with
the cougar on it, but you decide."  She turned to go and stopped to glance
at him, bare chested and wearing the jeans and shook her head.  "I knew
you'd look good in those."

	He closed the door behind her, just to have it open in his face
again.  "Here's the boots."  Dane said, glancing at the bulge in Daniel's
crotch.  "Damn, I need some of those pants."  He ducked a shirt thrown at
him and closed the door, leaving Daniel to finish dressing.

	He stepped out to find all three lined up waiting.  The boots made
him two inches taller, and the cougar shirt fit well, but wasn't tight.
With false gravity, he took the trophy cowboy hat off the hook by the door
and put it on low over his eyes.  He hooked his thumbs in his pocket.
"What do you think?"  He had stopped to get the sides of his hair cut
shorter that morning, leaving the back long.  His face appeared more
angular now, especially in the shadow of the hat.

	"Holy shit."  Dane mumbled, running his eyes full length up and
down.  "You look like one of those country singers, man."

	"Danny, you're gorgeous!"  Stacy squealed in delight.  "You look
like Alan Jackson, only younger."

	"Yeah, who ever the hell that is."  Dane nodded, impressed.

	"I want some for JD, too."  Daniel said, leading them into the
store.  He picked out a hat and belt, jeans, and a pair of boots, thanking
his luck that he and JD were almost identical in size.  He let Micah and
Stacy pick the shirt, totally un-surprised that it was similar to the one
he wore.  He let Dane pick out the boxers, settling on a screaming purple
satin pair.  They collected the bags and headed for the hospital.

	The nurse at the ICU desk told them JD had been moved to a
different floor, and that he was doing much better.  They found the room,
and the others waited outside.  Daniel stepped in, feeling kind of cool but
silly at the same time.  JD's parents weren't there, they'd gone to get
something in the cafeteria.

	JD opened his eyes and settled them on Daniel.  A wide smile slowly
spread on his face.  The tube was gone, and only one IV ran into his arm.
His color was almost normal, but still a little pale.  "Hey, buckaroo."  He
laughed, holding his side.

	Daniel sat the shopping bag down and sat on the bed, pushing up the
brim of the hat.  "How's it goin', partner?"  He leaned forward and kissed
JD on the lips, pleased at the feel of his warm skin.  "You need a shave,
dude."

	"Where'd you get the hat?"  JD asked, putting his hand on Daniel's
arm.  His eyes wandered over the hat and Daniel's face.  They still looked
glassy and distant.

	"Same place you got the knife."  Daniel smiled back, licking his
lower lip.

	"You're shittin' me."

	"Nope.  I traded for it fair and square."

	Curiosity washed over JD's features.  "What did you trade?"

	Daniel stood up and took the hat of, pointing at a little red spot
of blood.  "He gave me the hat, and I let him live.  He thought that was a
deal."

	"What did you do, Danny?"

	Daniel was quiet for a moment before responding.  He looked down at
the hat, running his fingers around the brim.  "I hunted the bastard down
and taught him a lesson.  I beat him so bad he couldn't get up, then I told
him he'd been beat by a fag, took his hat, and walked away.  I dared him to
come and get me."

	JD chuckled, holding his side.  "George slew the dragon, is that
it?"  He motioned towards Daniel's hat.  "I like the look, though.  Makes
you seem rugged."

	Daniel laughed.  "Good, cuz I brought you some to wear home,
assuming they ever let you go."  He pulled the clothes out and offered them
for inspection one item at a time.  He saved the purple silk boxers for
last.  "Will they let you wear underwear in here?"

	"I guess.  I never asked."

	He pulled out the boxers and held them up.  "I got these for you to
put on for when I'm not here.  School starts back up in two days, and your
Mom said they'd keep you at least another week."  He held them out to JD.
"Anyway, the feel of these on you ass is guaranteed to remind you of our
time together.  It does me."

	"You got some, too?"  JD asked, feeling the material.

	"Yeah, but mine are blue."  Daniel glanced out the door and then
closed it, moving over to the side of the bed.  With a flourish he undid
his Wranglers and pulled them down, revealing the sapphire silk.  They were
close fitting, and he enjoyed JD's reaction to them.

	"Wow."  JD said, touching the blue fabric.  "That could get me in
serious trouble if I could move better."

	Daniel took his hand and leaned down to kiss him.  "You keep that
in mind, and it'll make you get better faster."  He did up his pants and
helped JD into his new boxers, admiring the fit and appearance, The color
went really well with JD's all over tan.

	JD enjoyed the surprised looks on the faces of the various medical
people that visited him over the next week as they pulled the sheets back
to check his bandages and noticed the electric purple boxers.  Daniel was
right.  Every time he saw them, or someone else saw them, he was reminded
of Daniel, once or twice causing a slight blush and a sheepish grin.

	Daniel visited daily, bringing cards and board games to pass time.
Sometimes the others would come, also bearing ideas to pass the hours.  JD
was allowed to go for walks, accompanying Daniel to the glassed in garden
at the center of the medical center.  They would steal kisses, laughing and
enjoying the danger (imagined) of being caught.

	Daniel looked out the window of JD's room at the snow falling in
the parking lot.  The nurse was just finishing the late check of JD's
wounds and bandages.  They had removed the last IV earlier, and it was
beginning to look like JD would be released for his own birthday two days
from now.  He felt JD walk up beside him as the door closed.

	"That'll be a bitch to drive home in, Danny."  JD followed his
gaze.  "That's gonna be a foot by tomorrow.  Maybe you ought to go so you
can make it home."

	Daniel led him back to the bed and pulled the covers back, watching
as he got in.  "I'm not worried.  Your dad's been letting me drive the
Blazer.  It's already in four wheel drive."  He looked into JD's eyes and
pushed him back in the bed.  Their lips met, and Daniel slipped his tongue
into to run along the bottom of JD's teeth.

	"Mmmmm." JD groaned, pushing him away.  "Dude, you can't do that to
me here."

	"Why's that?"  Daniel mumbled in his ear, putting his hand on JD's
all ready stiffening member and rubbing lightly, satisfied when it jumped
up hard in his hand.

	"Come on, Danny.  What if someone walks in?"  JD whispered around
kisses, rapidly becoming very aroused.  He had dreamed almost nightly of
Daniel, and had woken up more than once with a raging hardon.  It had been
a long dry spell.

	"That was the last nurse until eleven, and I don't have to leave
for half an hour."  Daniel bit him on the nipple, causing him to swallow a
yelp.  "Not shut up and enjoy this, or I'll leave you like this and you can
suffer all goddamned night."  He pulled the purple boxers down to JD's
thighs, admiring the enormous erection that greeted him standing straight
up.

	"Your crazy."  JD mumbled, feeling warmth spread through his body
as Daniel ministered to him.  He inhaled sharply, feeling Daniel's mouth on
him, causing him to tense his stomach muscles.  Daniel had never done that
to him before, and the sensations were indescribable.

	Daniel grasped the base of the shaft and began slow rhythmic pumps
in synch with his lips going up and down.  JD groaned quietly, and he knew
he was on the right track.  He had decided to do this on the way over,
talking himself into it against his own will.  Now he couldn't remember
what his objections had been.

	JD's breathing became rapid, and Daniel could feel him pumping his
hips with the rhythm.  "OH, god!"  He whispered urgently, and Daniel felt
hot spurts of cum shooting into the back of his mouth.  Determined, he
swallowed as fast as he could, loosing only very little out the sides of
his mouth.  Finally JD relaxed, and Daniel looked up, grinning from ear to
ear.

	JD's face was flushed deep red, and he lay with his eyes closed,
panting.  "Un-fucking believable," He whispered, putting his hands on his
chest.  Daniel found a wash cloth and cleaned him up, washing his own face
also.  He made a mental note to discuss taste with JD.

	As he stopped to kiss him goodnight, he found JD dead to the world,
snoring softly.  With great care, he slipped the boxers back on and pulled
the covers up, tucking his partner in.  He kissed JD lightly on the lips
and pulled the cord that turned out the light.  Daniel turned off the TV
and pulled the door shut, satisfied with his work.

	One week later, JD stood looking at the bed in his room as he did
up his new Wranglers.  He sighed and picked up his new cowboy hat and put
it on and turned as the door open.  Daniel and his mother came in followed
by a nurse with a wheel chair.

	"What's that for?"

	The nurse maneuvered the chair over to him and smiled.  "Everyone
gets a free ride to their car, JD."

	He shook his head.  "No thanks.  I've had all the rides I want."

	"Baby," His mother coaxed, "It's their policy.  They have to take
you to the car in the chair."

	"I'm not getting in it."

	Daniel grinned and pointed at JD's hat. "Ain't gonna do it."  He
corrected.

	"Right.  I ain't getting' in it."

	JD's mother put her hands on he hips and fixed Daniel with a glare.
"You are not helping."

	"Sorry."  Daniel patted the seat of the chair and winked at JD.
"Get in the chair, Tex."

	"No, and you `ain't' big enough to make me."  JD glanced at his
mother.  "She isn't either."

	The nurse sighed, then smiled very sweetly.  "Either you sit down
like a good boy, and let me push you out to the car, or I call Dr. Peterson
and tell him you had a tragic accident in the shower and will be our guest
for a few more days."

	JD blinked several times, then turned and sat in the chair.  He
glanced up at Daniel, who was trying very hard not to laugh out loud, and
flipped him off, closing the subject.  Daniel's laugh could be heard
through the whole ward.

	They made their way to the elevator, Daniel on one side and his
mother on the other.  "Are all nurses as mean as you?"  JD asked
innocently.

	"Oh, my.  I firmly believe that I don't even rank in the top ten."
She answered with a chuckle.

	"Then I don't want to come back."

	"Jesus, they'll be glad to hear that."  Daniel offered, pushing the
button for the main floor.


	At his home, JD found a huge party waiting for him.  He opened
Christmas gifts and Birthday gifts, and accepted hugs and kisses from well
wishers for the rest of the day and into the evening.  About nine o'clock,
he sat in his room with Daniel, the rest of the gang having left.  He
touched the fire locket around his neck and laughed as Daniel described the
shopping trip for the cowboy clothes.

	Daniel's face went serious, and he leaned over to kiss JD.  "You
scared the shit out of me, you dickhead."  He handed JD two boxes, one
wrapped for the holidays, one for a birthday.  "I want to see you in these,
so I got the spare key to Micah's mothers salon.  We can go when ever we
want."

	JD opened the first package and chuckled, pulling out two pairs of
silk briefs in wild colors and patterns, "I like the boxers, but not the
way they ride up my ass.  These'll be cool."  He set them aside and started
on the other package.

	Daniel watched as JD pulled his new bracelet out of the box.  It
was a gold I.D. bracelet, with "JD" inscribed on the front.  "Did you see
the back?"  He asked, watching him try to put it on.  JD flipped it over
and read the second inscription

	"Happy 18th B-Day, Love D."  JD threw his arms around Daniel,
nearly strangling him.  "It's great, man!  I love it!"  He let Daniel help
him put it on his wrist.  "Dane invited us to a party at his farm Friday
night.  I told him if I was up to it, and wasn't swamped in homework, that
we'd try to be there, ok?"

	"When was the last time I told you no, JD?"  Daniel leaned back on
the bed into the pillows.  "Besides, since I planned the party with him, it
wouldn't be fair to leave him by him self, would it?"

	"You've been pretty busy while I was on vacation."  JD stood up and
stripped of the t-shirt, wranglers, and boxers, then pulled on the silk
bikini briefs, much happier with the fit and feel.  "I like these a lot
better."  He turned and examined them in the mirror over his dresser.  "I
like the boxers, too, but I think I'd rather wear these kind on a daily
basis."

	"The idea was to give you a variety, and to get rid of those beat
to shit fruit of the looms you had."  Daniel propped his head to admire JD
in his underwear.  "In fact, I threw those all away with you mother's
blessing, so there's two more packages of new underwear in your drawer."
He snickered.  "I'll let you guess which ones your mom bought."

	There was indeed a variety, with string bikinis that caused them
both to laugh, and low rise briefs that JD preferred, and form fitting knit
boxers.  Daniel watched him try them all on, offering critique, and
generally just being glad JD was home.

	"I gotta go," He finally said, getting up and slapping JD lightly
on the ass.  "I have school at eight, and you need rest."  They kissed good
night, a long proper kiss, and JD threw on a robe to walk him to the door.

	Friday arrived, and Daniel got home from school to find a note from
his mother on the fridge.  She was shopping, and his sweater was back from
the dry cleaner.  It was on the bed.  XOXOXO, she'd be home at about six,
have fun at the party.

	He smiled and wadded up the note and headed for his room, wondering
how JD's appointment at the doctor's had gone.  He dumped his books in the
family room, let the cat out, grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and
made his way down the hall.

	There was a sock in the middle of the floor.  And another one near
the bathroom door.  The hall was dark with all the doors closed, and he
stopped to turn on the light, gathering the socks up.  A pair of jeans lay
just inside his parent's door jam, and he grabbed those, too.  He stooped
to pick up a white t-shirt at his door, now having a fair idea what was
going on, and turned the doorknob.

	JD stood in the middle of his room naked, twirling his silk
underwear on his finger.  His bandages and stitches were gone, and he had a
wide grin on his face, not to mention an enormous erection.

	"It's about time you got here.  I was worried I'd have to handle
this big guy myself."  JD dropped the underwear and steeped forward, taking
his clothes from Daniel and dropping them on the floor.  He started pulling
the other's clothes off.  "I read the note.  I missed you so bad I can't
stand it anymore."

	"What did the doctor say?"  Daniel asked, standing on one leg to
pull his pants off, then the other.  "Are you up to this?"  He plopped on
the bed, which JD had already pulled down, and caught him in his arms.  "I
don't want to hurt you or anything."

	"I only have a very small scar and the doctor said I'm fine."  JD
kissed him on the mouth, running his hands over Daniel's hard stomach and
down to his crotch, feeling him start to harden as well.  "Now shut up and
make love, or I'll put you in the hospital.

	He lay on top of Daniel and covered his chest with kisses, moving
into the crook of his arm and over his shoulder.  Daniel ran his fingertips
up JD's back and back down, stopping to cradle his ass.  He pulled open a
drawer in the bedside table and handed JD a bottle of lotion, then spread
his legs and pulled up on his knees.

	JD worked the lotion onto himself, and as an after thought, lubed
Daniel's rock hard member, then tossed the bottle away.  He entered Daniel
slowly, hunched on his knees, and then began to rub Daniel up and down,
throwing in short thrusts every now and then.

	He slowed down on Daniel and leaned forward, laying on top of him,
slowly moving in and out, kissing his face and chest.  He didn't want to
cum to fast, and pulled out.  Sliding up a little, he straddled Daniel and
guided him into his own ass, reveling in the feelings after the long stay
at the hospital.

	Daniel pumped his hips, knowing he was getting close.  He watched
as JD slid off of him and began to jack him off, keeping the same slow
maddening pace.  He closed his eyes and groaned, sensing the building
fluids at the base of his cock.  He clamped down, trying to hold back, then
felt JD's finger inside him.  His eyes flew open, and he sprayed giant
amounts of semen into the air.  "Hunngh!"  He grunted over and over,
feeling the white fluid hit all over his chest and stomach.

	He sat up and grabbed JD's dick with one hand and his neck with the
other, Kissing him as deep as he could and jacking him off.  JD moaned
against his lips and convulsed, shooting his load onto Daniel's stomach to
mingle with his own.  They collapsed onto the bed, JD on top still
spasming.

	"Welcome home, asshole."  Daniel breathed into his ear.  JD rolled
to the side and propped his head on his hand, drawing patterns on Daniel's
stomach in the goo with the other.  "You must be a whole lot better than
you were a week ago, `cause you nearly killed me."

	JD chuckled, meeting his eye.  "I've never been so alone in my
life."  He said quietly.  "You could visit, but I couldn't touch you, and
you couldn't touch me."  He grinned sheepishly.  "Well, except for one
time.  Anyway, it was miserable, and I'd just like to lay here for a couple
of minutes, if that's ok with you."

	They showered together, another first full of surprises, and got
ready for the party.  Daniel got in his dad's truck and backed it out of
the garage, driving it because JD wasn't quite up to it yet.  They stopped
for cokes on the way, and Daniel drove past the gas station where he'd
finished the job on the cowboy, pointing out details and locations.

	JD shook his head in awe.  "You went alone, even though those other
two assholes might have been there?  Were you on a suicide mission or
what?"

	"At the time, I could've killed `em all if I'd wanted to.  That
prick was lucky I stopped."  Daniel glanced at JD for a moment.  "Why did
they jump you, anyway?"

	"They knew Dane from school, and they saw us together Christmas
shopping.  They harassed us at the store, so I told them to fuck off.  I
thought it was going to happen right there, but the big guy just walked
away.  I thought it was over."

	"They know Dane's gay?"

	JD smirked.  "It's not much of a secret, apparently."

	They arrived at the barn to find it dark and quiet.  There were no
cars, and even the lights in the main house were dark.  "I guess were
early."  Daniel said nervously.  They got out and walked to the door, JD in
front.  He tried to look through the crack into the darkness, but he
couldn't see anything.  JD pulled the huge door open and looked inside.

	"SURPRISE!"  The lights came on, and everyone shouted, causing him
to jump back into Daniel.  They were pulled inside and disappeared into the
crowd, everyone stopping to congratulate JD on being well and among them
again.  They danced several dances and watched several more.  Finally JD
took Daniel's hand and led him to a bail of hay to sit down.

	"I gotta rest, Danny.  I'm not up to this like I usually am."

	Daniel looked at him, concerned.  "Are you all right?"

	"Fine.  I just need to rest for awhile."

	Dane wandered over with glasses of pop for each of them.  "This is
about the best bash we've had for a while."  He held out the drinks and
pulled up a bail to sit on.  "There's nothing like a party for two gods,
you know that?"

	"I wish you'd knock off with that god stuff," Daniel fingered his
lightening bolt, totally unaware he was doing it.  "You act like we're
above most people.  I don't like that."

	"You are, Dan.  You guys are true anti-gays.  You show people that
it's ok to be whatever you decide, then beat the Jesus out of someone that
tries to stop you!"  Dane held up his arms, laughing.  "You are heroes to
everyone here!"

	"Actually, I would rather just have it drop, Dane."  Daniel set
down his drink and met JD's eyes.  "I did what I had to do.  It wasn't to
be a hero."

	"Let `em have some fun, Danny.  You're the same man I ever knew."
JD said quietly, taking the other's hand briefly then releasing it.

	Daniel smiled and nodded, appreciating the understanding he was
getting, and willing to compromise on the rest.  "Okay, I guess you guys
can worship us for awhile."

	"Oh, thank you, your lordship!"  Dane wailed, falling on his knees.
Daniel chuckled and pushed him over on his back.  "Is that any way to treat
a loyal subject, your highness?"  Dane said in mock indignation.  "I have
half a mind to find new gods, a whole new religion!"

	"You have half a mind all right, I'll vouch for that."  JD held out
his hand and pulled Dane up.  "On the other hand, being jealous gods, fuck
you."  The three of them laughed at that, nearly spilling the drinks.

	"Can I interrupt?"  A tall dark haired man in his mid twenties
walked up, dressed in pleated slacks and a sweater, holding a drink.  Dane
stood up and shook his hand, then introduced him to Daniel and JD.

	"Guys, this is Rick Kirkland, of Kirkland, Shales, and Raybern, the
modeling business in Hampton."  They stood up and shook his hand, offering
him a seat.  He had a handsome angular face and a good build.  His voice
was fairly deep.

	"I understand that we're lucky to have either of you here with us
tonight," Rick said, holding up his cup in salute, "What with one of you a
bane to the local rednecks, and the other hunting escapees, I must say I'm
impressed."

	"You have been told stories, and the perpetrator of those stories
is in deep shit."  Daniel smiled, actually liking the fame to some extent.

	"Actually, I think Dane here has a slight case of hero worship."
Rick set his cup down and patted Dane's knee reassuringly.  "You should be
proud of yourselves.  You represent different levels of pride to different
people at this gathering."

	Daniel felt a little charmed by the new comer, feeling himself open
up a little.  He put his arm behind JD, resting his hand at the small of
his back.  They talked for sometime, going over school and ambitions.  They
discussed the difficulties of alternate life styles, and how unique this
group was.

	"What type of work do you do, Daniel?"  Rick asked.

	"I was going to get a part time job, but my parents asked me not to
so I could concentrate on swimming and finishing school.  After all this
happened, it didn't seem important."  Daniel sipped at his cup.  "I really
don't know what I want to be when I grow up."  He finished in mock gravity.

	"What about you, JD?"

	"I never thought about it."  JD leaned back against a support beam.
"I don't mean to sound like a snob, but I never really needed money, not
until Danny and I kind of happened.  Why?"

	Rick stood up, and they could almost see a change in his bearing,
like he was switching mental gears.  "My company handles advertising
campaigns for over a hundred catalogues and newspapers from here to
California.  We do the spreads that you see every Sunday in the paper for a
lot of the major department stores.  With your good skin and hair, you'd
shoot very well if you'd like to try it."

	"You mean like those ads for jeans and school clothes?"  JD asked,
intrigued.

	"Yes."

	"I never thought of being a model," Daniel said skeptically.  "I
always thought they wanted you to take nude pictures and stuff to get
started."

	"We absolutely do not associate with that sort of element."  Rick
stated emphatically.  "We work very closely with the parents of our models,
and state in the contract that those types of photography are not in our
interests as a business.  We also offer some limited tuition for the
schools in our area, and do what we can to help our employees with their
education.  Even our younger models, the kids that you see, are offered
opportunities to go to better than average schools, and have tutors for
location shoots."

	"Location shoots?"

"Like a beach for swim wear, or a forest for camping gear, that type of
thing."

	JD grinned his famous wolf grin.  "This sounds kinda cool.  What
would you need from us to see if we'd work out?"

	 "I would schedule a time to meet your families, and to go over our
contract and pay scales in detail, then set up a test shoot, where we'd put
you in several different types of clothing and do a series of pictures,
seeing if that's what we all thought would work."

	"So you could see if we were photogenic?"  Daniel offered,
considering what had been said and feeling a bit excited.

	"That's right."  Rick chuckled.  "I've had more than one model go
to the major markets from my shop.  It could be a career if you apply
yourself."

	"I think that sounds a hell of a lot better than working at the
local greasy burger and trying to go to school."  JD stated, standing up
and extending his hand.  "Mom's gonna be really glad she paid for those
braces a couple of years ago."

	"I'll try it."  Daniel also shook Rick's hand.  "Sounds like a good
way to buy my own car."

	"Good."  Rick gave them each a business card.  I'll make all the
arrangements, and see you when we sit down with your folks."

	"I'm actually already eighteen, and Daniel's eighteen in April."
JD said, pocketing the card.  "We can sign our own contracts.  At least I
can."

	"It's still a good idea to involve your parents, until school is
done anyway."  Rick patted him on the shoulder.  "You never know when
you'll need family."

	"I want my folks to help me."  Daniel said, standing up.

	"Gentlemen, I look forward to working with you."

They watched Rick move back into the crowd, both unable to believe what
they'd just heard.  Daniel almost quivered with excitement.  He felt JD's
hand touch his, and closed his fingers around it.

	"I don't believe that."  Daniel said quietly.  "Did you set that
up, Dane?"

	"I've worked for him a couple of times.  It's good money guys, and
it's not hard.  All I had to do was stand in a big box of sand wearing
their shorts and a t-shirt, and look like I was playing volley ball with
this other guy."

	Later that night, Daniel lay on top of JD on the family room floor,
staring into his emerald green eyes.  Daniel's parents were playing
pinochle, and wouldn't be home until after midnight, giving them the run of
the house for about another hour.

	"I think it would be very cool to travel around with you and see
the world."  JD brushed Daniel's bangs back out of his eyes.  "We could
maybe do shoots together, and say we had to work as a team or something."

	Daniel rested his chin on his hands, stretched across JD's muscular
chest.  "I think it'll be fun, but I'm not gonna get all worked up about
it."  He tickled JD's bare thigh with his toes, causing the other to jump
and giggle.  "We don't know what to expect, so let's just take it one step
at a time, okay?  I'd love to travel the world with you, but right now I'll
settle for having you intact and with me."  He reached between their flat
stomachs and gently stroked JD's hardening penis.

JD ran his fingertips up Daniel's back, causing goose bumps on his arms and
legs.  "You're the boss, Danny.  You've got a lot better business sense
than I do."  He pulled Daniel up and kissed him, loving the spark of a
thrill that always went through him when they did.  Daniel's hand on him
was like candy that never ran out, and he arched and almost purred.

	Daniel gently spread JD's legs and entered him, moving very slowly
and deliberately.  He stopped when his balls touched JD, then leaned
forward and resumed his work on JD's engorged dick, pumping slowly.  JD
groaned and arched again, trying to get as close to Daniel as possible.
Daniel leaned forward and kiss him, tongue fucking his mouth while JD
rubbed his nipples.

	Not wanting to hurry, Daniel pulled out and lay back, inviting JD
in.  JD ran his lips and tongue from the lightening locket to the base of
his scrotum, causing more goose bumps to rise.  He let JD roll him on his
side, which was rapidly becoming a favorite position, and felt him enter.

	Daniel tensed briefly, feeling JD's head penetrate his sphincter,
then relaxed as the rest slid in.  He felt the warmth spread through his
crotch and abdomen like it always did, and JD's arm snaked around his
middle to grasp his very hard erection.

	Their rhythm started slowly, but gained momentum.  Daniel struggled
to hold off his orgasm, trying like they always did to cum together.  He
could feel JD's cock begin to throb, and he was unable to stop.

	Aaaagh!"  JD grunted in Daniel's ear, shooting a massive load.  He
held tightly to Daniel, desperately trying to keep pumping.  Daniel arched,
nearly pulling away, then fell back, causing JD to go in as deep as he'd
ever gone.  He saw sparks and blew another massive amount into Daniel.

	Daniel came like a freight train, shooting white globs six feet
across the floor, completely off the blanket they'd put down.  He pulsed
and pulsed, draining every ounce of energy he thought he'd ever have,
overcome by ecstasy.

	They stayed that way for many minutes, both still feeling a tremor
run through their bodies.  It was some time before either spoke, breathing
hard and sweating like horses.  JD pulled out and away, hearing the sticky
peeling sounds between them.

	"Dude, we are a mess."  He said, standing up to get a washcloth for
the carpet.  He pulled Daniel up and embraced him.  "I can't figure out how
you make me come so hard, but you do."

	"Raw fucking talent."  Daniel smirked and kissed him.  "Let's hurry
and clean up.  Hopefully we have time for a shower."  He padded out of the
room.  JD rolled up the blanket and threw it in the washer and started it.
Daniel touched a cold can of coke to his ass, causing him to jump.

	They scrubbed the spots up, put away the cleaning things, then took
a fairly long shower together, spent, but enjoying the roaming hands and
the lather.  Daniel's parents found them asleep in front of the TV, Daniel
sprawled all over the recliner, and JD on the floor.  They through blankets
over the boys and went to bed.