Series: The Persuaders
Codes: Danny, Brett, Humor
Summary: Danny is shocked. What is Brett planning for him?
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.
“Your Lordship, are you ready to move the hoof?” Danny stopped at the door to the salon of the country house as he realized that Brett Sinclair hadn't noticed his approach but was talking lively into the telephone.
"Yes, I have a new one. Danny-boy. American stable. A great guy I can tell you. Slim, powerful, beautiful muscles, a terrific mane and a splendid tail. I look forward to ride him... Oh yes, I’m quite proud of him. I didn't have such a good one between my legs for a long time. I’m sure, I will have a lot of pleasure with him. But he’s also quite a bit wild, makes his name honour... Don’t worry, he’s not the first one I need to control. I’ve got my experiences with such types. And after all I love it a bit wildly, makes things more funny. I’ll take him right you can bet this and if needed, there still is the whip."
Danny swallowed. Riding on him? Taking him between the legs? Controlling him with the whip? Who did this blue-blood thinking he was? None would dare this with Daniel Wilde! But he always had known it, all these Englishmen were perverted. Too much tea or warm beer or blue-blooded inbreeding or everything together. But who had thought that Brett also…? He had though him so far to be such a nice guy, okay he drank his Creole Scream with only an olive but nevertheless...
Danny interrupted his thoughts and saw the time had come for a strategic retreat as Brett finished his conversation and noticed him.
"There you are”, he said “Then we can start the fun.”
The whip’s top pointed exactly at him. “Have to go," Danny mumbled. "Urgent time, no business.”
Brett watched astonished like his friend retreated hastily then followed him slowly outside. He arrived just in time to see how Danny jumped into his Ferrari and accelerated it.
Lord Sinclair shook his head. What was wrong with Daniel today? One just couldn’t understand the Americans. He had looked forward to show Danny his new horse. He even had named the stallion after him. Danny-boy.