Grinning, I shift a little further down Danny's body, and it's a tight fit, the three of us crammed onto this bed, but we'll manage. I press my lips to his breastbone, nose buried in the hair covering his chest-- which I really like. I really don't understand the whole hairless chest thing on a guy. What's the fucking point.

There's just enough room to slide further down, tongue dipping into the hollow of Danny's navel, and then I've got a hand around his cock, my own dick hard and impatient in the circle of Steve's fingers.