by Tamy, 6/5/01
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"Do you trust me?"
He nodded slowly. It wasn't hesitation that slowed his nod. It was more like curiosity. A deep, burning curiosity that still surprised him after nearly 4 years of being together. "With my life."
"Lay back, Daniel," the older man gave Daniel a slight shove, propelling him back onto the bed.
Daniel landed with a heavy *oofta*, legs splayed out. He moaned in happy contentment when he felt his sneakers being loosened and pulled off. As the socks were slowly peeled off, and feet gently rubbed, his moans turned into sighs.
"Love your cute feet, Daniel," Jack sighed and nuzzled the top of the foot, holding the bottom in one hand. He chuckled when Daniel's whole foot curled in slightly on itself in a tickle.
"Do you trust me?" He asked again.
Daniel whimpered a soft "yes."
"Close your eyes," came the order, "and hands over your head."
Daniel tossed his hands over his head, clenching his fists in anticipation. Eyes closed, he relaxed into the gentle massage. He only nodded at Jack's questioned "ready?"
He felt soft, furry, cloth slipping over one foot. Jack pulled the cloth gently over his other foot, when it was covering the entire foot, he caressed the ankle.
"Okay, Daniel, open your eyes. Look."
Daniel's eye's slowly opened, looking up into Jack's mischievous deep eyes. Lowering them, he glanced at his feet. He smiled back up at Jack, then bucked the man off him as reality set in. Jumping up, Daniel shoved Jack backward, watching with glee as he tumbled to the floor.
"You son of a bitch!" Daniel shouted, placing one fur-covered foot in the center of Jack's chest.
Jack reached up, again caressing the ankle above the cloth, "Daniel, such cute feet require something cute on them."
"But.. but..." Daniel sputtered, "*ducks* Jack. You put fuzzy yellow *ducks* on my feet?"
Grinning, Jack drew his fingers down to the bill of the duck. "Yeah, Daniel,not only that, they squeak." Grabbing the closest ankle, he flipped himself upright, tossing Daniel back on the bed. Still holding one duckbill, he squeezed his fingers together, repeatedly, listening with raucous laughter to the constant *squeak* *squeak* *squeak*
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