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banannabethchase · 4 months ago

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Can't Do It On My Own - also on AO3

Danny and Wheeler are moving in together.

And here it is! I waffled a lot on whether or not a third installment would happen, but an idea struck me that would be a good ~finale and here we are. Title, as they all were from this series, from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Danny yawns, fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable against the window of the car. He’s been doing this for a few minutes now, a sure sign he’s waking up, and Wheeler decides he can be annoying now.

“Wake up,” Wheeler says, poking at Danny’s thigh.

“No,” Danny whines. “I’m tired.”

“Yeah, well, that’s your decision for waking up later yesterday because the hotel was, what,” Wheeler searches the memory. “Oh, right. Too comfortable.”

“It was too comfortable,” Danny says. He snuggles further into the seat and Wheeler pokes him again. “We should have used it for more interesting reasons.”

Wheeler fights his smile. “I mean, we did. That’s why we had to wake up at, like, six this morning. We have to make up time.”

Danny pouts like hell as he shifts and glares at Wheeler. “You got meaner since you’ve been back on TV.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not driving your car if you’re asleep.” He pats Danny’s thigh. “Wake up and act like you love me.”

“I do love you,” Danny says. “But I’m tired and annoyed and my neck still hurts from MJF’s bullshit.”

Wheeler loses the wherewithal to argue. He lets Danny doze off and changes the playlist to something he likes. They’re driving into Orlando from Buffalo, moving the last few things that didn’t belong in the Pod to their new place about twenty minutes from where Wheeler had been living before. His little Orlando apartment, one bedroom and a cramped kitchen, had served him well in the past few years. But now he and Danny are, like, a serious thing. And he figured it was time to take the next step.

Danny starts snoring again, soft but present, and Wheeler reaches a hand over to rest it on Danny’s thigh. It’s comfortable. It’s natural. Wheeler’s pretty sure this is his dream for what his life would look like, but he’d never say it to Danny. Not yet, at least.

They’re about twenty minutes out when he squeezes Danny’s thigh and shakes gently.

“Danny,” he murmurs, navigating around somebody double parked in the middle of a major road. “Danny, wake up.”

There’s a weird little snuffling sound as Danny shifts.

“Come on, Danny.”

“No,” Danny mumbles. “Tired.”

“I know you’re tired,” Wheeler says, “but if you wake up, we can get coffee.”

Danny opens an eye and glances at Wheeler. “Why are you looking at me? Look at the road.”

“We’re at a stoplight.”

“Get me a macchiato. With chocolate.”

“You’ll be awake to order.”

“Says you.”

Danny is awake, it turns out, but he’s kind of bitchy about being awake, which is cuter than Wheeler wants to admit. He starts to brighten as he sips his coffee, sitting up straighter and looking around the area.

“This is cute,” he muses, in between sips. “I didn’t see the parks when we came here the first time.”

“We came from a different direction,” Wheeler says as they pass a playground with swings.

“Oh, shit, that slide is cool!” Danny lights up as he turns to Wheeler at the stop sign. “Are we close enough we could bring our kids here one day?”

Wheeler stares. And stares. And stares, long enough that a car pulls up behind them and beeps.

“You okay?” Danny asks.

Wheeler nods as he accelerates. “I – just – I kind of had this weird vision of you and I with, like, two kids going to that park and teaching them how to do the swings, is all.” He feels his cheeks heat up, and is worried until Danny grabs his hands.

“I was thinking three,” Danny says quietly, “but yeah. Yeah, me too.”

The giant box makes a weird thud as it drops to the floor of their new kitchen. Their kitchen.

“This is weird,” Danny says. He’s got a box propped up on shoulder and looks unfairly good with the way his muscles are bulging. “Why’s the countertop so small? And the sink is tiny.”

“We just bought this place, and you’re complaining?” Wheeler leans against the counter. “You are all kinds of annoying.

Danny drops the box on the ground and hops up on the counter. “I’m just saying.” He automatically parts his knees when Wheeler settles himself between them. He rests his hands on Danny’s thighs.

“What are you saying?” Wheeler asks. He pretends the tiny little voice telling him Danny’s going to back out hasn’t suddenly gotten much louder.

Danny’s gaze flickers to the side. “I don’t want you to change your mind on this place.”

Wheeler stares at him. “What?”

Danny groans and drops his head back, narrowly missing clocking himself on the cabinet. “I don’t know, man, this is a big step and you just fucked up your head, okay? I don’t want you to wake up one day and your stupid brain is, like, turbo healed and you regret this decision.” He takes a breath like he’s steadying himself. “This is a really big step. But, like, the first big step in a long list of big steps we could take.”

“You – you’re worried about the counters because you think I’m worried about the counters?” Wheeler’s brain is spinning. “We could, I don’t know, fucking tear this place down and remake it with whatever counters we want.”

Finally, Danny meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Stop acting like I’m not as in this as you are,” Wheeler demands. He steps in closer, hands on Danny’s waist. “I want this because I want you, not for any other reason.”

Danny licks his lips, hesitant, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Wheeler to give some sort of condition. Wheeler hates the way it looks on him – hesitant, worried, insecure. It’s the Danny he’s grown out of, the one whose greatest talent was self-sabotage. Wheeler loved both versions, but the newest one needs to stick.

Danny leans in, angle awkward as he presses his forehead against Wheeler’s. It’s funny, Wheeler thinks. The first dozen or so times they did this it was in the ring, hellbent on killing each other. Now it’s in their kitchen, arms around each other. Shit’s weird. “It’s, I don’t know, scary or whatever,” Danny murmurs.

“It’s allowed to be scary,” Wheeler says, “big things are scary. But you’re bigger than the worries, okay? We’re bigger than any worry you could come up with.”

Danny gets those formerly lanky limbs and essentially curls around Wheeler like an octopus. “Love you,” he mumbles into Wheeler’s hair.

“I love you, too,” Wheeler says. He holds Danny as close as he can, for as long as he can.

“Um,” he mumbles. “This is awesome and I love you all wrapped around me like this, but Magic, Claudio, and Mox should be here soon to help us move stuff in, and I don’t think we’d ever live this down.”

Danny laughs and pulls back. “We could always fuck in the kitchen, let them walk in on us.”

“I need you to know how terrifying the idea of your surrogate dad walking in on us fucking is to me,” Wheeler says. “Now get on the floor. I hate when you’re taller than me.”

“I’m always taller than you.”

“We are the exact same height.”

“Are not!” Danny jumps down. “See? I’m taller!”

“You are not!” He grabs Danny’s waist and holds him still. “Stop going up on your toes. That’s cheating.”

“I’m not,” Danny says, definitely struggling against Wheeler’s grip. And then there’s a little blush across his cheeks.

“Oh, I get it,” Wheeler says. He presses Danny against the counter. “You want to risk getting caught, so you’re riling me up so I fuck you, huh?”

“No,” Danny says, and the little smile that appears in the corners of his eyes betray his lie. “Okay, fine, not on purpose.”

“Get on the counter,” Wheeler growls, and Danny hops up without complaint. Wheeler leans in and kisses him. It’s always so good, kissing Danny. He always wants it as much as Wheeler does, always meets him with the same intensity that they get to when they meet in the ring.

Wheeler wants this forever.

Danny whimpers against his mouth, yanking Wheeler in with his legs like he’s desperate to meld together.

“If we, Danny, oh my god,” Wheeler laughs. “Breathe. Everybody will be here, like, any minute.”

“Don’t care,” Danny mumbles, sucking and biting at Wheeler’s neck in a way that will prove incredibly distracting before long. “Let ‘em watch. I want you.”

“Okay, well, when you say it like that.” Wheeler checks his phone. They don’t have a lot of time – not the time Wheeler likes to take with Danny, when it counts – but he figures a few blowjobs is a good first hurrah. “Get back up on the counter. I’m gonna blow you.”

Danny sighs.

“Is that disappointing or something?!”

“I – look, maybe I was hoping you’d fuck me against the fridge or something,” Danny says, and he has the faintest hint of a grin on his lips.

“Later,” Wheeler says, patting his thighs. “We don’t have time for me to fuck you the right way with them coming.”

Danny snickers and Wheeler ignores it. He’s already hard when he gets his sweats down his pants, and Wheeler doesn’t waste a second. He dives in, swirling his tongue around the head of Danny’s cock before ducking down and taking all of him down his throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Danny says. His hands fly to Wheeler’s hair.

Wheeler flips him off as he bobs, getting his other hand involved. Something buzzes in his pocket. He pulls off of Danny’s dick and strokes, thumb rubbing over the slit of Danny’s cock as Danny fucks up into his grip.

“Why’d you stop?” Danny asks. He’s got his hands braced on the counter to help him get leverage, and it’s giving Wheeler great ideas of what they can do in this kitchen when they have a little more time.

Wheeler grabs his phone and checks the message, not slowing his other hand or loosening the grip.

“We are having sex and you’re on your phone?!”

“Mox and Claudio will be here in fifteen. Mox argued with the GPS and went the wrong way,” Wheeler says, sliding his phone back into his jeans. “Or do you want to complain so I make it drag out and you don’t even get to come.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “I’ll shut up,” he says quietly.

Wheeler grins, and he thinks this is him earning being smug. “That’s what I thought.” He ducks back down, keeping grip and suction the way Danny likes it. Danny is squirming and whining, and Wheeler can sense more than see that he’s using the opportunity to do something akin to pushups on the counter.

He pulls away. “Are you working out?!”

“Gotta keep my pump going,” Danny says, grinning down.

“We are hauling loads of –”

“Yeah we are.”

Wheeler sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, Danny. Allow yourself to relax. You’re allowed to relax and, like. Enjoy it. Without doing anything else. Like fucking bits.”

Danny sighs. “I guess,” and it’s as dramatic as ever with him.

Wheeler goes slower this time, licking and focusing more than being intense about it. Intense seems silly now. They have a little time.

He keeps this pace until Danny’s whimpering and squirming worse. “Wheeler,” he whines. “Okay, this isn’t fair. Can – please?”

“Please what?” Wheeler asks, standing and stroking Danny with his hand. “What do you want Danny?”

Danny sighs. “I want to come,” he almost whispers. “I – I want you to make me – in our kitchen.”

“Yeah?” Wheeler’s heart fills with something so strong and unnameable he thinks it has to exceed love at this point. “We’re going to make every room in this house messy while we live here.”

Danny laughs as he comes, hips snapping up into the circle of Wheeler’s fist, and it’s so sweet and so good it takes Wheeler a second to realize he doesn’t have a goddamned clue where paper towels are.

“Shit,” Danny mutters.

“Don’t worry,” Wheeler says. He pulls his shirt off over his head and uses it to mop up the mess.

“I’m much more tidy than you are,” Danny says. “So. Up on the counter. I’ll remind you how exactly to do a blow job. Since you seem to have forgotten how to do it well.”

“I just gave you a great blow job!”

Danny grins up at Wheeler. “You gave a great hand job,” he corrects. “This is a great blow job.” He grabs at the waistband of Wheeler’s pants and Wheeler adjusts, lifting himself up on the counter the way Danny had before. He rolls his eyes. “Who’s working out now?”

“I – you had to take off my pants!”

“You didn’t have to be so showy about it.”

“I quite literally did or I wouldn’t be able to take my pants off.”

“Shut up so I can suck your dick.”

“You like it when I talk to you when you suck my dick.”

Danny groans. “You’re the worst. I love you.” And he leans down to take Wheeler’s cock into his mouth.

He really is good at this, Wheeler muses. Tongue swirling at the head of Wheeler’s cock on the upstroke, throat opening around him. He reaches down and brushes a thumb along Danny’s cheekbone, deciding that this, of all the things today, is the moment he wants to memorize. Maybe later tonight they can really go at it in their newly made bed. Maybe this morning was also perfect as they woke up in the hotel and got ready to go before any light had started to peek over the horizon. But this – this is a great beginning. A good start.

And, from what Wheeler can say personally, he feels great, too.

“Jesus, you’re stupidly good at this, baby,” he murmurs. “I love that mouth of yours.” He grins down at Danny, who is looking up at him. “Even when you’re being a bitch for Daddy.”

Danny groans and pulls off and glares at Wheeler. “It doesn’t work when you call yourself Daddy and I’ve already come,” he says, frowning. “If my head isn’t full of horny stupidity, it sounds ridiculous.”

“Maybe it gets me off,” Wheeler says. Danny’s got just enough hair for him to slide his hand into it, not tugging but also keeping a firm grip.

“I get you off,” Danny says, and it’s a bit petulant for somebody who just got a blow job. “It’s about me.”

Wheeler laughs, but it’s cut off fast when Danny, almost annoyed, dives back down onto Wheeler’s cock and goes to town. He was close enough before, but Danny seems to have dived in with an unseen fervor and his orgasm races toward him before he knows it.

“Danny,” he pants, hips twitching. He grips at the edge of the counter, determined not to slip right off. “Danny, I –”

With the way Danny looks up at him, mouth wrapped around Wheeler’s cock and eyes full of determination, Wheeler can’t hold back. He moans, Danny’s name falling from his lips, and it strikes him that this is the first of many moments like this in their new home.

He pants, half sliding down the counter. Danny presses himself in between Wheeler’s legs to keep him pinned to the counter. He leans in, and Wheeler kisses him, soft and sweet.

“See?” Danny murmurs, pulling back to press his face into Wheeler’s neck. “That’s how you avoid the mess.”

Wheeler laughs and pets Danny’s hair, glancing around the kitchen. The boxes behind them pile high and there is a lot of work to be done. But they get to do it together.

“This is great,” Danny says, “but I kind of don’t want our friends to show up and immediately know what we’ve been doing.”

Wheeler sighs and presses a kiss to the top of Danny’s forehead. “You have a point there.”

They redress to the best of their abilities, Wheeler’s shirt in a pile on the floor, and he hopes he can get away with saying he got too hot moving boxes.

“I’ll take mine off, too,” Danny says, chucking it so it lands on the awful, gaudy light fixture they are absolutely taking down once they get settled. “Less suspicious.”

“Yes,” Wheeler deadpans, “both of us being half naked is somehow less suspicious.”

They’re hauling in the last few boxes from the back of the car, avoiding the monster that will be dealing with Danny’s stuff from the trailer, when the door bangs open. Wheeler only jumps a little as he sets the box of Danny’s photo albums into the office.

He walks into the front hall to see Mox with an absolutely shit eating grin on his face, staring at Danny.

“Oh, I know what you two did,” Mox singsongs, leaning against the door. Claudio grabs him around the waist with his free hand and all but throws him out of the way.

“What?” Danny asks. Wheeler looks at him. No hint, other than messy hair, but they’ve been in a car or moving all day. Messy hair isn’t that weird.

Mox nods at Wheeler. “You got jizz on your shirt.”

“I do not!” Wheeler says, before he can stop himself. Before he remembers he’s not even wearing a shirt anymore.

“Hah!” Mox says, literally pointing and laughing at Wheeler. “You don’t, but I can tell by the way you’re checking it was a possibility.” He winks at Danny. “Getting that just moved in dick, I see. Good call.”

“Not seriously,” Danny grumbles. He takes the box from Claudio and carries it to the living room. “Somebody,” he yells over his shoulder as he sets the box on the dining room table, “decided that he didn’t want to be walked in on and we could only do blow jobs.”

“Only blow jobs?” Claudio asks, hands on his hips. “Not to sound old or anything, but I find a good blow job can be better than anything else.” He looks over at Mox, beaming, and Wheeler can’t decide if he thinks it’s cute or if it makes him want to throw up.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re a big sap.” Mox kicks at Claudio’s shins. “Danny’s right, though. I’d rather get railed than a blow job. Just a preference.”

“He gets it!” Danny says, throwing his hands in the air.

“Can – can we finish bringing the boxes in?” Wheeler pleads. “None of us are going to have a place to stay tonight if we don’t get the mattresses and bed stuff inside.”

“We could get a hotel,” Mox says. “And you could stay here and pout like a little bitch.”

“I am not pouting!” Wheeler shouts. “God, I hate all of you.” He laughs, shaking his head, as he walks out to the car and grabs the box labeled Bed Shit. Danny yelled at him for that one, but he thought it was funny.

They all crash before ten, mattresses haphazardly thrown onto the floors of the bedrooms, and Danny yanks Wheeler in by the waist, burying his face into Wheeler’s neck.

“Love you,” he mumbles. He smells like Wheeler’s shampoo and soap, the only stuff they could dig out of the boxes easily. He smells like home.

Wheeler presses a kiss to Danny’s hand. “Love you too, Danny,” he mumbles, “I love you, too.”

Mini Playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Glory Days - Betty Who You Found Me - Kelly Clarkson Heaven Is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlisle

Thank you for joining me in this group of stories about two of my favorite dorks! I hope you have enjoyed alongside me :)

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banannabethchase · 9 months ago

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For the Spotify wrapped thing, 71 with Danny/Yuta pls?

You're There (That's All I Really Need) - also on AO3

Danny invites Yuta to a party, but it feels like there's something else going on.

Sorry this took forever! Number 71 was Party for Two by Shania Twain feat. Mark McGrath. Title from the same song.

“Hey,” Yuta says, balancing the phone on his shoulder. “What’s up?”

“I’m having, like, a little party thing at my hotel tonight,” Danny says. He sounds nervous almost. “If you want to come.”

“Sure,” Yuta says. He leans against the wall. “What time?”

“Whenever,” Danny says. There’s tension somewhere in his voice, but Yuta can’t figure out where it’s coming from. “Just a few people, you know. Chill.”

“Course,” Yuta says. “I always like an excuse to hang out with you.”

The silence stretches on the other end of the line longer than Yuta’s comfortable with. “Yeah,” Danny says, after too much time. “Cool.”

“I’ve got to jump in the shower, but I’ll be there about forty-five minutes,” Yuta promises. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you,” Danny says. His voice is small. And he hangs up.

He washes his hair and worries. They haven’t been doing whatever this is for too long – maybe a few weeks – but he’s never gotten this feeling from Danny. Yuta can’t imagine he’d dump him at a party or bring him there to jump him, but he doesn’t ever quite know with Danny.

On the way to the hotel, he adjusts his clothes and tries to look presentable. Danny didn’t say who would be there, but there’s enough people Danny hangs out with who hate him and Yuta doesn’t want to give them more ammunition. He goes back to his hotel room first, checking his clothes. He hesitates on changing, but putting on something else might look like he’s trying too hard. Sighing, he checks his phone for Danny’s room number, and makes his way down the hallway.

When he knocks on Danny’s door there isn’t any noise from inside.

Danny pulls the door open, looking stressed until he sees it’s Yuta.

There’s nobody behind him. Yuta blinks. “Um.”

“Hey!” Danny says. “Come in.” He steps to the side. “Welcome to the party.”

“It’s just you,” Yuta says, looking around. “I thought this was a party.”

“It was supposed to be a party,” Danny says, sitting down on the bed. “But Zay was busy, and Anna wanted to hang out with Ang and Ruby, and then Daddy Magic is home.” He sighs, flopping back onto the bed. “Just you and me, man.”

Yuta stares at him. “Are you breaking up with me?”

Danny stares at him. “What?! No!” He sits up, staring at Yuta. “God, no.”

Yuta sighs. He’s not going to let Danny get away with this. “If you want to go on a date or hang out, all you have to do is ask.” He sits down on the bed next to Danny, who drops back flat. “You don’t have to make, like, a production out of it.”

Danny rolls over, peering up at Yuta. “Not a production,” he argues. “It’s just a party for the two of us now. It was supposed to be a real party.”

“I don’t know if I believe that,” Yuta says. He flops down onto the bed next to Danny, scooting up so they’re eye to eye. “Are you sure you didn’t, like, forget that you’re allowed to tell me you want to hang out?”

Danny scoots closer. Their noses touch. “Can we hang out?” he says quietly.

“Any time you want,” Yuta says. His heart is racing. “You know that, right? I wanna hang out with you even if we’re not, like, doing anything.” He tilts so he can press a kiss to Danny’s nose.

Danny tilts his head, studying Yuta. “You do?”

Yuta nods. “Yeah. I always wanna hang out with you. Even before we started…whatever this is.”

“So, like,” Danny says, eyes darting to the side, “even if I didn’t want to do anything tonight…” Yuta doesn’t miss how he can’t meet his eyes, how Danny seems to be saying something else beyond the words.

“We could finally watch Jurassic World Dominion and maybe get pizza,” Yuta offers. “And I can sleep over if you want, or I can go back to my own room.”

“Sleep over,” Danny says automatically.

Yuta grins. “Yeah, I can do that. Pizza?”

Danny nods. “And the movie?” He bites his lip. “If – if you still want to.”

Yuta nods. “I want to hang out with you, no matter what it looks like, Danny. Even when you piss me off.” He wants to kiss Danny, wants to see if that helps him understand. But he can feel that something else is going on right now and he’s not willing to break what’s happening.

Danny shuffles sideways on the mattress and curls up on top of Yuta. It’s almost startling, the way all those limbs flop on top of Yuta’s body. He shoves his face into Yuta’s neck. If he didn’t know better, Yuta would say he feels tears.

Yuta wraps his arms around Danny’s shoulders. He’s not sure if it’s the right thing to do. But it feels like it helps. Danny takes shuddering breath and clings tighter, entire body pressed into Yuta’s.

“I got you,” Yuta says. “Okay? I got you. No matter what it means.”

Danny makes a sound that’s sort of a whimper, but also might have some words along with it.

Yuta waits a second. “Did – were those words?” he asks. “You don’t have to say anything, I just want to know if I missed something.”

Danny lifts his head a little, then wipes his face in Yuta’s shirt. “I said thank you,” Danny mumbles. “Nobody’s ever said that kind of thing before.”

Yuta reaches up and brushes a missed tear off of Danny’s cheek. “Like, that they want to hang out with you no matter what?”

Danny shrugs. “Everybody always expects things,” he says quietly. “Bryan, Jericho, Sammy.”

“Zay’s a good friend though, right?” Yuta asks.

“Yeah, he’s a good friend,” Danny says. “But you – you’re different. I’ve never had a not friend like you before.”

“Not friend?” Yuta asks. “You can call it something else, if you want to. If you’re okay with it.”

“Boyfriend?” Danny says. He sounds almost scared, hesitant. Yuta wants to make that stop.

“I’m your boyfriend then,” Yuta says. “I’m whatever you want me to be. Whatever you need.”

Danny leans down and kisses him gently. Yuta follows his lead, a gentle, closed mouth press of lips that makes him feel cozy and warm. But that might be the six foot dreamboat on top of him.

“You okay?” Yuta asks when Danny pulls away. He strokes Danny’s cheekbone, tries to memorize the way his eyelashes fan across his cheeks.

Danny smiles, looking at Yuta. “I’m great,” he says. “Let’s get pizza.”

Yuta grabs his phone, keeping another hand on Danny’s hip. He doesn’t miss that Danny’s still tangled around him. “And a brownie.”

Mini Playlist: Party for Two - Shania Twain feat. Mark McGrath. Rhythm of Your Heart - Marianas Trench Ready - Kelly Clarkson I Could Get Used to This - The Veronicas

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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A Little Bit Camera Shy (But You're Still a Star) - also on AO3

Wheeler's never really thought twice about Danny streaming and filming his videos in their apartment. That is, until he posts one in Wheeler's bedroom.

Bingo square N3, complete! Title from Camera Shy by School Boy Humor. Shh leave me alone I love this song.

“Home,” Wheeler calls into the house. He yawns, stretching his arms above his head.

His roommate looks at him for a little too long, with that annoying pinched expression. “Cool,” Danny says, going back to his computer. “I gotta work tonight, so…” He trails off, an eyebrow raised.

“Right,” Wheeler says. “I kind of want to see a movie, anyway.”

He throws his stuff in his bedroom, bag bouncing. He’s dripping sweat, gross as hell, and will have to have a shower before doing anything else. The noises from Danny’s room are unmistakable. Whatever helps Danny pay his part of the rent, Wheeler tells himself. But he always feels…something, when he hears it.

The noises, the moaning, come through the walls as he showers. It’s not the first time he’s jerked off to hearing porn in the next room. Probably isn’t the last. He pretends it’s the same hearing it made as hearing it finalized. It’s not weird.

“Heading out,” Wheeler calls.

“Later!” Danny calls. He never uses Wheeler’s name when he’s streaming. Wheeler assumes it’s a courtesy.

He and Mox see Oppenheimer and he whispers historical context the whole time as Mox asks questions.

“Wanna get dinner?” Mox asks, lighting a cigarette as they leave the theater.

“Yeah, probably should,” Wheeler mutters. Danny usually only has to work, really work, two nights a week, but it’s usually a marathon of five or six hours. He came home in the middle of it once. He doesn’t feel comfortable repeating that experience. “Chili’s?”

“You have shitty taste in shitty food,” Mox says, blowing the smoke in Wheeler’s face. Wheeler kicks him in the shin, and then he’s in a headlock, and then he punches Mox directly in the ass. Mox yelps. “Hey! Be careful with the goods!”

“Like Claudio hasn’t already damaged the fuck out of those goods already,” Wheeler says with a grin, ducking Mox’s arm.

They get Olive Garden, because Mox said he was craving shitty pasta, and Wheeler brings back breadsticks, some salad, and a serving of pasta primavera for Danny along with the leftovers of his own meal.

“You ever gonna admit you like him?” Mox asks as they stop at Wheeler’s door.

Wheeler tries to kick at Mox’s knee, but misses, nearly dropping the bag of food. “Fuck off. Let me live.”

Mox shrugs. “Just saying. Me and Claudio danced around it for, like, five years. Don’t want you to make the same mistake.”

Wheeler wants to explain that the mistake, he thinks, would be ruining a clutch apartment with somebody who’s willing to pay extra for the third bedroom for his “office.” The mistake would be sticking his neck out and getting rejected by somebody whose face he sees every night before he falls asleep.

The mistake would be thinking it was possible.

“It’s not a mistake,” Wheeler insists. “It’s – pragmatic.”

“Prag – stop being all fancy, you dumbass.” Mox squeezes his bicep. “Love you. Later.”

Wheeler pushes open the door to their apartment. “Home again,” he yells, hoping Danny’s done with filming.

Danny peeks his head out from the bathroom, towel around his waist and looking better than should be allowed. Wheeler intentionally does not notice. “Oh, hey!”

“I got you dinner, if you want it,” Wheeler says. He sets it on the table. “Wrote your name on it and everything, but that’s mostly so you don’t eat my chicken parm.”

“That was one time!” Danny says, rolling his eyes. “But, uh. Thanks.” He flashes a smile toward Wheeler. “I appreciate it.”

It’s not even eight before Wheeler’s antsy and ready to be tired. But he’s wide awake, head spinning from the image of Danny in that towel burned in his mind and the conversation with Mox echoing in his head and, well.

He’s only a man.

His adventures on PornHub have changed drastically, now that he’s roommates with one of the most popular camboys. He skips past almost every video that has the word “twink” in it, almost every one that talks about jerking off alone. He knows that’s Danny’s wheelhouse, and Wheeler doesn’t want to know what Danny looks like when he’s…like that.

If Wheeler’s not the one making it happen, that is.

His face flaming hot, even in the privacy of his own home, he scrolls until he sees…

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Getting off in my hot roommates bed while he’s out.

Wheeler’s smarter than this. Wheeler is not a man who pays a premium for porn, and is definitely not the kind that watches porn starring people he knows.

But this is Danny, in his bed, in a $8.99 video with so many hits it should be ridiculous.

He spends the money, because he has to know. He has to know.

He’s a few seconds into the video, Danny preening and looking infuriatingly good, when he notices something. “Wait a minute,” he mutters. He looks more closely. That’s – that’s his newest library book on the table. This video was filmed today.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters. He stands up and throws open the door to his bedroom before he can stop himself, stomping into Danny’s office without knocking. “You!”

Danny looks up. “The fuck is wrong with you? I’m editing!”

Wheeler grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him down the hallway and into the bedroom. “This!” Wheeler says. “This is what’s wrong!” He gestures to the video. “Care to explain?”

“I knew you’d be mad!” Danny whines. He buries his head in his hands. “God, I’m sorry. Just. My followers have been asking about it, and I – I couldn’t resist.”

Wheeler’s face burns, and he pretends it’s with rage and not embarrassment. “Do they like the idea of you making fun of me or something?” He’s more hurt than he has any right to be. “Let me guess: you talk about how lame and stupid I am the whole time, so the people with humiliation kinks can get off on it.”

Danny’s expression changes, but not the way Wheeler expected. “Wait, what?”

“You probably come when you’re pointing and laughing at a picture of me or something,” Wheeler grumbles.

“You didn’t watch it.” Danny’s eyes widen. “You don’t – you fucking idiot.” He grabs Wheeler’s computer and turns it around. “Sit down, you stupid fuck.”

Wheeler lets himself be thrown into the chair, because he’s still reeling from the reaction. “If this is because you think I get off on getting made fun of, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“Watch,” Danny says, “the stupid fucking video.”

With an eye roll, Wheeler presses play.

Danny comes into frame a little hesitant, a little shy. It’s nothing like the guy Wheeler argues about the light bill with. This Danny is cute, almost, curled in on himself, like he isn’t six feet tall and shredded.

“Hey, everybody,” Screen Danny says. “Um, so, this was, like, super requested. I did a poll on OnlyFans, and this got 56% of the vote out of 5 different options.” He laughs a little, smiling as he rubs at the back of his neck. Wheeler hates how good Danny is at this, and hates how his dick perks up. “This is his bedroom.”

He gestures around, then settles onto Wheeler’s sheets gently. He smooths his hands.

Wheeler hits pause. “Did you use my fucking desk as a tripod?”

Danny shrugs. “It was easier than risking leaving marks in the floor with my actual tripod, okay?”

“Yeah, making it available on PornHub really kept it discrete,” Wheeler mutters. Against his better judgement, he hits play.

“Y’all are probably already laughing at me,” Screen Danny says, breathy. His hands fist in Wheeler’s comforter. “He’s so cute though, guys. So cute.” He bites his lip, takes a deep breath. “God, the things I want him to do to me in this bed.” He visibly swallows, then kicks his socked feet up on the bed, sliding them on the comforter. Wheeler tries to will away his now very insistent boner.

“He’s got these abs,” Danny says, stretching out on the bed. He tilts his face to the pillow, and inhales. “He smells so good, all the time. But I shouldn’t.” He goes sheepish as he looks into the camera, fluttering his eyelashes. He glances at the door. “Well, he is at the movies. Earlier, he went to the gym, and came back…God.” He runs his hands down his neck. “He stays there for ages. It’s why he looks so goddamned good.” He glances at the door again, almost coquettish, then teases his thumbs in the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

Wheeler looks over. The same grey sweatpants the actual Danny is wearing right now.

“Are – are you already pitching a tent over a porn of yourself?!” Wheeler asks.

“Fuck you,” Danny says, but he blushes neon pink, and Wheeler hates how good it looks. He turns back to the screen, where Screen Danny has his sweatpants down his hips, hard, red cock curving upward, a shimmering wetness at the tip.

“I wanna suck his dick,” Danny murmurs, eyes shutting. Always the professional, he slants sideways to give the best view of him and his dick. “I want him to fuck my face so good I can’t talk the next day.” He makes eye contact with the camera and shows off, licking his hand.

Wheeler should hit pause. He doesn’t need to see more.

But he always loves to know how every movie ends.

“Danny,” he says, voice lower than he plans. “I bet you fucked yourself on your fingers on my bed, didn’t you.”

Danny burns even redder. “Um. Keep watching.”

Screen Danny strokes his cock a few times, enticing moans and whimpers from his lips. Wheeler grips the arms of his office chair.

“But even more than that,” Danny says, voice breathy and excruciatingly sexy, “I want him to fuck me. I pretend, sometimes.” He rolls over, ass to the camera, and Wheeler’s breath catches somewhere in his throat. There’s the base of a plug visible, bright pink. “I pretend this is him.” Danny turns back to the camera. “It’s not enough, though. It’s not as good as he’d be.” He reaches behind himself and pulls the plug out slowly, pushing it back in as his eyes flutter closed. He hums, the prettiest little smile on his lips. He drags the plug all the way out. “I know he’d give it to me good and hard.”

Wheeler pauses the video and spins in his chair to see Danny, standing in front of him, playing with his fingers. “Did you come?”

Danny freezes. “What?”

“Did you come in my room?” Wheeler asks. His heart is hammering.

Danny nods.

“Where?” Wheeler asks.

“On – on your bed,” he says. “All over myself.”

“D-did you have the plug in?” Wheeler doesn’t know why he keeps asking questions. He just knows he needs the answers.

Danny nods, and takes a half step closer to Wheeler.

“Did you pretend it was me?”

Danny leans across Wheeler and fast forwards the video, showing the end. Danny, flat on his back, comes all over himself crying Wheeler’s name, some landing on the sheets. Danny’s fucking himself so roughly with the plug that final spurts of come dribble out onto his stomach, his feet planted firmly on Wheeler’s comforter.

“Sorry,” he says, grinning at the camera, blissed out. “Kind of missed the money shot, but I got into it.” He blinks slowly. “I hope this met your expectations!” He blows a kiss to the camera. “See you later.” He winks, and the camera cuts to black.

Wheeler swallows hard. “You left come stains on my bedsheets.” He turns to Danny and stands. “You fucked yourself with a plug and pretended it was me.”

Danny nods. “I know it’s weird. I can look for another place if you want. I can –”

Wheeler doesn’t let him finish, and stands. He hauls Danny in, crushing their mouths together. Danny makes a whine so needy it’s closer to a mewl, and Wheeler walks them backward until the backs of Danny’s knees hit the bed. “You like me,” Wheeler says, pulling away, lips still so close to Danny’s they brush with every word. “You like me so much you got off in my bed and made a whole video about it.”

“It’s not just that,” Danny says, lower lip brushing Wheeler’s. “I talk about you. In – in my videos. People ask me to talk about you. They say I – they say I look better when I come when I’m thinking about you.”

Wheeler hauls him in again, but then shoves Danny onto the bed, covering his body. Danny’s hands are greedy and demanding. Wheeler can’t get enough of it, running his hands along Danny’s hot, soft skin. He slides his lips to Danny’s jaw, to his neck, nipping gently.

“Tell me what you like,” Wheeler says. “Like you do in the videos, baby. How do you look prettiest? How do people like you the best?”

“When it’s you,” Danny gasps. “Only – always when it’s you. Wheeler.” Wheeler pulls back at the tone in Danny’s voice to see him looking earnest and open. “Work isn’t anything compared to – to this. Compared to the real thing.”

It’s too much for him to handle. He kisses Danny again, trying to explain everything in his head that he can’t yet say, throwing clothes about the room. Their dicks slide together and Wheeler moans, hungry, into Danny’s mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, sliding his hands down Danny’s perfect body. “Tell me everything.”

“Fuck me,” Danny pleads. “Fuck me better than that plug. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I mean it,” Wheeler promises. He fumbles in his bedside drawer. “You borrowed my lube?”

“I – it happens later in the video,” Danny says, looking almost cute with the embarrassment. “The stream loved it.”

“I bet they did.” Wheeler slicks up his fingers and shifts so he can throw Danny’s legs over his shoulders. “Okay?”

“Only if you get in me in the next five seconds,” Danny says, and Wheeler chuckles at how he can still be this infuriatingly demanding like this.

Wheeler slides a finger between Danny’s cheeks, pausing at Danny’s hole. “Pretty,” he murmurs, staring down at Danny’s face and he traces the rim. “So many people get to see it, but I get to do it.”

Danny whimpers. “Please, Wheels,” and the nickname is new. Wheeler circles his finger until he’s knuckle deep into Danny, reveling in the keening noises.

“Bet they love it when you make these sounds,” Wheeler mutters, pumping his finger slowly in and out. “Bet they wish they could make it happen. But it’s me, right?”

“Always been you,” Danny says, rolling his hips. “Fuckin’ – you come home from the gym, all sweaty. Want you on me.” His eyes literally roll back in his head as Wheeler scissors in another finger.

“I thought that was a porn thing,” Wheeler says. “Like – you actually do that because it feels good?”

“You have no idea,” Danny pants. “I – fuck.”

Wheeler crooks his fingers up, and Danny shouts. “Bet your plug can’t do it like that.”

“Now you’re just being a dick about it,” Danny says, but his eyes are still all unfocused and zoned out. “If you don’t get that dick in me…”

“What?” Wheeler asks, but he fucks his fingers into Danny with more intent, more speed. “Will you use the plug and know it’s not as good as me? Will you record yourself coming with my name coming out of your mouth?”

“Done that already,” Danny says.

“I – fair point.”

“I’m ready,” Danny says. “I promise, I know my body. You can fuck me now. Please fuck me now.”

“Are you sure?”

Danny’s face immediately goes all bitchy, like when Wheeler forgets to soak his mac and cheese pans in the sink. “Are you seriously asking the camboy if he knows when he’s ready to take a dick?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes and throws one of Danny’s legs down, angling his body to where he wants him. “You’re somehow even more annoying when I’m about to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me and maybe I’ll say nice things again,” Danny says, tilting his head all bitchy.

Wheeler goes easy into him, despite Danny’s insistence. He hasn’t done this in a while, and not – not when it feels this important, when it feels like it matters. Danny’s strangely quiet, eyes locked on Wheeler’s.

“Are – is this okay?” Wheeler asks. He pauses. “You’re not making any noise.”

“Is that – do you want me to?” Danny asks.

“I just assume, from the video,” Wheeler explains. He rolls his hips, settling in. It feels like he belongs here. “And from, uh. When you’re working when I’m home.” He’s not sure why saying that makes him a bit embarrassed, even as he’s inside of Danny. “You make a lot of noise.”

“I make a lot of noise for the camera,” Danny says, eyes sweet. “But – for real, I…” He trails out, reaching up to tangle fingers with Wheeler. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Wheeler says, and he tries pulling back a little and pushing slowly back in. “Anything you want to do.” And he means it. “Well, okay, except for playing shitty music loudly at 3 in the morning.”

“Fuck off,” Danny says, grin a little blissed out. “K-Pop is awesome. You wish you were as cool as Lisa.”

Wheeler decides that, if he fucks Danny good enough, he might shut up. He’s right. Danny makes the tiniest, most kitten-like noises, sweet and soft and sticking to Wheeler’s heart like glue. This is special, he realizes, a version of Danny his subscribers don’t get to see.

They don’t get to see the way Danny’s eyes go when they meet Wheeler’s. They don’t get to feel the tight, warm heat of Danny’s body. They don’t get to feel Danny’s fingertips dig into their skin, or the way Danny rolls his hips up to take more of Wheeler’s cock.

They don’t get to ask, “Can – can I come in you?” and be the recipient of the most needy, insistent, “Yes.”

They don’t get to reach down and, finding Danny’s cock slick with precome already, stroke him until he’s coming and whimpering Wheeler’s name like it’s all he knows.

They don’t get to come so far inside of Danny they feel like they’ll stay there forever.

Wheeler’s breathing is so heavy he’s dizzy as he drops his head to Danny’s chest, feeling Danny’s hands come up and stroke his back.

“So, that just fulfilled, like, eight fantasies,” Danny murmurs. He starts running his fingers through Wheeler’s hair, so gently it’s almost too much.

“I don’t think I knew I had them, but ditto,” Wheeler says into Danny’s skin.

The reality of this, what it means, shifts along with Wheeler as he settles back, feeling cold as he loses the close skin contact. “It’s not cool to ask this,” he begins, already regretting his opening, “but, um. What’s this mean?”

To his surprise, the openness is still there in Danny’s face. “You want me honest?”

I want you always, Wheeler finds himself thinking. Instead, he nods.

“I want to do this again,” Danny says, slowly, like he’s carefully choosing his words. “And – and I want it to mean something.”

Wheeler relaxes. “I think I do, too.”

The next few weeks are the weirdest of Wheeler’s life. Apparently, with the way he talks about Danny, his friends thought they were already fucking. Danny’s dad said, “Fucking Christ, finally,” when they told him over FaceTime, and Wheeler’s parents asked, “Does this mean you’ll have space for our extra Christmas decorations when you move into the same room?”

“Have we just been secretly dating for, like, months now?” Wheeler asks, adjusting the poster of Blackpink that now resides next to the Weezer one that has to be moved a bit to the side to make it all balanced, according to Danny. “Nobody seems surprised.”

Danny shrugs, scrolling his phone on Wheeler’s bed. On their bed, Wheeler giggles. God.

“Oh, shit,” Danny says. “Wait. Okay, so, you know how we talked about making it official on my channel?”

Wheeler nods, moving Danny’s dresser a little to the right. Perfect. “Yeah? Are they being weird?”

“They want to see you,” Danny chuckles. “Like, meet you or something.”

Wheeler turns around, trying not to feel panicked. “I –”

“I already told them no,” Danny says. “You’re just the roommate on there – our real life doesn’t come to work.” He gets the kind of smile that usually means he’s about to go down on Wheeler in the middle of the movie theater or ride him while he plays Dead Cells. “But, um. How would you feel about being an off-camera talent?”

“Director?” Wheeler asks. “I’m listening.”

“Hey, everybody,” Danny says. He’s fully dressed, but Wheeler’s behind the tripod. “Guess who’s here.”

“Voice only,” Wheeler says. “But yeah, it’s me.” He winks at Danny over the camera. “Roommate turned boyfriend.”

Danny rubs the back of his neck. “We figured he could, uh. Be a bit of a director today. Choose which recommendations y’all throw out.” He throws a devastating smile at Wheeler. “Maybe make some calls himself.”

“What can I say?” Wheeler says, and his heart swells with the way Danny’s looking at him. “I love telling him what to do.”

Mini Playlist:

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

PLEASE - Omido, Ex Habit

Start a Fire - Ryan Star

Camera Shy - School Boy Humor

#DannYuta #WHOOPS THIS WENT FASTER THAN I EXPECTED #This one's for Sarah #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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We'll Do More than Just Get By Together- also on AO3

After officially getting together, Yuta and Danny are having serious feelings about each other and glasses. And those feelings are leading them to…new discoveries.

A Chanukah gift for my dear @sarahcakes613! Happy Chanukah, darling! Also my first time writing breeding kink, so. Here. Title from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. Sequel to Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem.

Danny’s been silent, curled into Yuta’s side for hours. He doesn’t deal with loss the way Yuta does, doesn’t brush it off and move on. At least, when it’s against Bryan. Yuta wonders, briefly, if joining the BCC back when he was supposed to would have changed that. He hopes not.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “you’re going to fuck up your neck if you keep leaning like this. C’mon, move.”

Danny digs himself further into Yuta’s side, throwing long legs over his lap like he’s demanding the comfort.

“You’re taking this really hard,” Yuta sighs, wrapping his arms around Danny. “You still have two more matches in the tournament.”

Danny makes an indignant, pissed off noise, and Yuta stops just in case he’s about to say something. But no. Still furious silence. “Okay, then I’ll keep talking.” He resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Losing to Bryan Danielson isn’t a bad thing. Everybody loses to him. Even – even fucking Page went to a time limit draw, okay?” He plays with the collar of Danny’s tee shirt, soft and worn. “And then you almost went time limit with Claudio, which is fucking insane, since, well, Claudio.” He doesn’t know what to say when it comes to Andrade. He doesn’t know him like he knows Claudio and Bryan, doesn’t know just how brutal he can be behind closed doors in a workout.

Danny shifts a little, a tiny movement of his head, so one of his eyes is now peering up at Yuta. “Not gonna say anything about Andrade?”

“I don’t know him,” Yuta says. “All I can say is you’re way hotter than he is.”

Danny immediately breaks into a smile, turning so his head is even worse craned than it was before. “Yeah?”

“Okay,” Yuta sighs, rolling his eyes. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

“Then swim away better,” Danny says. He relaxes back into place, covering Yuta like a blanket. “Next I have Eddie and Brody.”

“You do,” Yuta says. He intentionally doesn’t mention how Eddie yanked him aside during Collision to tell him not to be mad when he kills Danny.

Danny groans and rolls off the bed to face plant onto the carpet. “The problem is they’re hot,” Yuta thinks he says. He’d like to break Danny of the habit of speaking into non-speaker objects, but it doesn’t seem to be possible. “So I get distracted, because they’re all hot and, like, strong, and fucking incredible wrestlers.” He rolls over, starfishing on the ground. He looks at Yuta.

“What?” Yuta asks.

“I’m trying to figure out how to insult you, but I can’t figure it out.” He sighs. “Is this what love is?”

“No,” Yuta says, and he slides down to the floor to get Danny in a seatbelt in three seconds flat. Danny’s giggling but not fighting him for real, kicking his legs at Yuta’s face. “This is.”

Yuta makes it through Collision alone the next night. Danny had match research to do, whatever that means, so Yuta was stuck navigating everything on his own. Since March he’d gotten used to Danny being around him all the time, next to him when he showered, all over him in Lyfts back to the hotel. Now, as he walks across the highway and streets the short path back to the hotel, he almost feels lonely.

He’s pretty sure being in love is mildly annoying. But it’s worth it.

He unlocks the door of the hotel to see Danny curled up in their hotel bed with his glasses on. His heart stutters.

“Hey,” he says, letting his bag slide to the floor. “Wearing the glasses again?”

Danny looks up and wrinkles his nose, the glasses adjusting. Yuta’s brain fucks up a little. “And?”

“They’re cute,” Yuta says. He kicks off his shoes and walks to the bed. Without a word, he takes Danny’s iPad out of his hands and sets it to the side. “You’re cute.”

Danny grins up at him. “It’s the glasses, isn’t it.”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, scoffing. “You look all cute and –” He cuts himself off. “Well, you know how you look.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Cute and what?”

Yuta sighs, sliding his hands up Danny’s shirt until Danny shifts to let him take it off. “A little submissive,” he murmurs, kissing the side of Danny’s neck. “Like you’re all mine.”

“Submissive?” Danny asks. “I’m not submissive!”

“You are, a little,” Yuta says. He kisses down Danny’s collarbone, his chest, his tummy. He glances over and Danny lifts his hips. “See? I don’t even have to see anything and you let me do whatever I want to.” He licks up Danny’s cock when it pops out of his sweatpants. “You trust me,” he teases, sucking just the head of Danny’s cock into his mouth. Danny whimpers. “So you know whatever I do is gonna be good.”

“N-not submissive,” Danny stammers. He doesn’t thrust, exactly, more twitches. “Just – I know you’ll do what I like.”

Yuta grins. “I think it’s a little more than that, baby.” He digs his fingers in as he sinks down on Danny’s cock again, bobbing up and down, then he pulls back off, basking in Danny’s little whimpers.

“Please keep – okay, I’ll be submissive if you keep doing that,” Danny whines.

Yuta does as Danny asks for a few minutes, then pulls back for just a second. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Like I said.”

They end up arguing about whose home to go back to after Collision and end up going to their own places for a few days, only to meet up Tuesday night in Garland, ravenous for each other.

“You’re wearing the fucking glasses again,” Danny gasps, shoving Yuta up against the wall once the door closes behind them. “That’s not fair.”

“You’re wearing them too!” Yuta says. He pulls at his clothes, at Danny’s, and then the two of them are all over each other in bed. “Fucking glasses, making you look all – fuck.”

He’s not gentle with it, not slow. They’ve been apart for only a few days but it’s too long for Yuta to pretend he can wait. Danny’s just as demanding as always, insisting on faster, harder, more immediate, and Yuta is all too willing to oblige.

“On your back,” Yuta insists. “Wanna see that pretty face of yours in those glasses.”

“I’m not pretty,” Danny argues, but he throws a leg over Yuta’s shoulders and spreads the other as Yuta lines himself up. “I’m rugged! Handsome!”

“You can be all of those things,” Yuta says. The two of them groan in tandem as Yuta pushes into him. “God, you feel good. How’s it only been a couple days and it feels this good?”

“What, like I’m not a good fuck two days in a row?” Danny digs his heel into Yuta’s shoulder, rolling his hips up. “That feels like slut shaming.”

“Don’t – shut up.”

Immediately Danny’s eyes widen, his mouth closed.

“You like that?” Yuta asks, grinning. He picks up speed. “Want me to tell you want to do?”

“I hate it, but yes,” Danny says. “I – yes.”

Yuta laughs, and even he can hear it’s a little mean. He grabs at Danny’s thigh. “You’ll do whatever I ask you to, won’t you,” Yuta says, fucking Danny deep. “Don’t even have to ask for it – you know I’ll do exactly what you want.”

Danny nods, eyes squeezed shut. “Yeah,” he says, “yeah, fuck.”

He turns his head and bites a kiss into Danny’s calf. “Get you all riled up like this and you’re so goddamned sweet for me.”

“Yeah, Daddy.”

Yuta pauses. “What?”

Danny’s eyes fly open in a panic. “Um.”

“Sorry, you think I’m old enough to be a Daddy?!” he asks, frowning down at Danny. He’s still hard, though. Both of them are. He takes note of it.

“I don’t know!” Danny says, cheeks flushed pink. “I just – the glasses.” He shrugs and rolls his hips a little, grinning when Yuta gasps. “They work on you, you know?” Yuta meets his hip roll with a thrust of his own. “Make you look all distinguished.”

“Oh, I get it,” Yuta says. “This is you agreeing that, when I wear my glasses, I look distinguished and all, in your words, Daddy, and when you wear them, you look all cute.” He licks his lips, and tries something. “All submissive and sweet like when you wanna be.”

Danny lets out the tiniest whimper. “I – yes,” he concedes, and Yuta rewards him with some long, easy strokes.

“Submissive and breedable,” Yuta says, grinning. Danny squawks in indignation. “See how easy it is to be real with yourself?” Yuta murmurs. “But do you really think I can pull off – do you really see me and go, ‘Oh, he’s Daddy’?”

Danny shrugs, bracing himself against the headboard. “It’s an energy, right?” Yuta nods with a shrug. “Why?” He rolls his hips to meet Yuta. “Who do you think of when you think Daddy?”

Yuta continues fucking Danny slow as he thinks. “I think Billy Gunn.”

Danny stares at him. “You immediately go for Billy Gunn when you think Daddy?!”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, I guess – no! But, like.” He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re predictable. Of course you think of a guy who could literally be your father.”

“I don’t think of guys that way. I don’t look for Daddies,” Yuta replies. He smirks down at Danny. “Clearly. Look at you.”

“Shut up.” Danny’s flamed red and hard as hell, and Yuta fucks him until the bitchy look in his eyes fades to bliss again.

“Tell me who else,” Yuta teases. “Who else do you think of when you think Daddy?”

“Mox, obviously,” Danny replies.

“Mox?!”

“You sound shocked,” Danny says. “Are you not into it or something?”

“No, I am. But not the way you are.” He licks his lips as Danny rolls up against him.

“So it’s that you wouldn’t call anybody else Daddy?”

Yuta sighs. “Danny. Again.” He slowly fucks Danny until Danny’s squirming, panting, whimpering. “I want you to think real hard about that.”

“Okay,” Danny gasps, “okay, yeah, you want – you – does that mean I can call you Daddy in bed now?”

Yuta thinks about it, fucking him more deeply, intentionally, quickly. “Yeah,” he says, grinning. “Only if you wear the glasses in bed a little more and I can call you baby whenever I want.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You always call me baby.”

Yuta leans down and bites at Danny’s earlobe. “Exactly.”

Danny comes with a cry. “Fuck, Daddy,” he whimpers.

Apparently Yuta does like it – he comes so hard he sees stars.

Danny’s started to play dirty, Yuta’s figured out. He’ll walk down the hallway past him and lean into Yuta’s ear. He’ll whisper, “You look good, Daddy,” in front of everyone, then walk away with a bitchy little grin. Yuta can’t decide if he wants to kill him or fuck him in the middle of the ring about it.

It’s the Dynamite before World’s End when Yuta basically snaps. Danny’s teasing him, he knows Danny’s teasing him, but knowing what he’s doing doesn’t make it easier to handle. Every time they go back to the hotel and fuck like rabbits, he thinks it’ll get out of his system. Instead, it just builds. He’s pretty sure it’s making things harder.

Multiple things.

“If you don’t get yourself under control,” he says, grabbing Danny by the waist and yanking him close after the third time Danny backed his ass into Yuta’s crotch, “I’m gonna do something really stupid in front of the whole company.”

Danny laughs, loud enough that other people notice. “Yeah? Promise?”

“Oh my god,” Yuta says. “You’re impossible.”

Danny shrugs. “Not doing anything worse than what Matt does backstage.”

“Do you really want to be slightly better than Matt Jackson?” Yuta asks.

Danny opens his mouth, then closes it. “I’m not gonna say what I’m thinking.”

“You better not.”

Danny and Yuta turn around. Hangman’s sitting there, arms folded over his chest.

“We were just leaving,” Yuta says, and he grabs Danny’s hand and yanks him down the hallway. “This is what I mean, you dumbass. You’re gonna get us killed.”

“You’re the one who was insulting Matt Jackson at the Matt Jackson company,” Danny says.

“Okay, technically, it’s not an insult – just stop talking.” He shoves Danny down on the couch of the BCC locker room. “Stay there.”

“What if Bryan shows up?”

Yuta groans and rolls his eyes. “Tell him you’re acting like Mox back at the first Forbidden Door and he’ll understand.”

Danny blinks. “Do I want to know?”

“No,” Yuta says, the memory of Mox practically trying to climb Okada because Bryan wouldn’t confirm or deny if Claudio was coming burned in his mind. “No, you do not.”

“Get in the Lyft before I jump you in public,” Danny says once Yuta gets back from his match.

“Can’t I shower first?”

“Nope,” Danny says, scanning Yuta’s body. It’s hunger in his eyes, and Yuta feels consumed by it. “I like it when I can still see your ring work on you.”

“Wouldn’t the bruises be enough for that?” Okada hits hard, and Yuta kind of regrets being Bryan’s trio tag partner for the match. Mox got the worst of it, at least, but Mox likes getting his ass beat.

Danny licks his lips. “Yeah, no,” he says.

His hand is in Yuta’s lap during the drive as he continues a conversation about basketball with the Lyft driver. Yuta’s barely able to count the stores as he passes by, trying desperately not to lose it before they even get back to the hotel.

“Alright, thanks!” Yuta says, his voice higher pitched than usual as he vaults out of the car. He leaves it to Danny to take care of the tip and the pleasantries, because the situation in his pants is pretty obvious and dire right now. “C’mon, Danny.”

“Who’s being like Matt now?” Danny says, and he’s infuriatingly collected right now. He takes Yuta’s hand, the one he’d been using to cover his tented crotch. Yuta swings his bag in front of his dick.

“I’m either gonna fuck you or kill you within the next five minutes. It’s your choice which.”

By the time they’re up the elevator and in the hotel room, Yuta’s shoved Danny up against the wall and ripped his tee-shirt off to get at his collarbone.

“Holy fuck,” Danny whimpers. “Yeah, okay.”

“Shut the fuck up and get naked,” Yuta growls. “Fuckin’ tease. God, I can’t stand you sometimes.”

“The way you’ve got your hands all over me says otherwise,” Danny says, laughing.

Yuta grabs him around the waist with one arm and throws him on the bed. “I can’t believe how much I love you,” he grumbles, diving on top of Danny. He yanks down his sweats. “That’s the only reason I’m not, like, throttling you right now.”

“You could, if you want,” Danny says, and his smile is somehow both bitchy and adorable. “I’d be down.”

Yuta rolls his eyes and dives at Danny, sliding his tongue into his mouth and a hand into his hair. It’s finally long enough to tug, and Danny whines.

“There you go,” Yuta chuckles. “You’re so much easier when you stop talking.”

Danny rolls them, over. “Oh, wait,” he says, pausing mid-straddle. “I have to take my contacts out.” He grins, knowingly, and Yuta might be forced to kill him. “Don’t want my eyes drying out.”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Yuta groans, dropping back onto the bed.

“You should put your glasses on too, too,” Danny says. His gaze is searing when he adds, “Daddy.”

“Fucking Christ. Fine.” Yuta stands up and takes his contacts out with more aggression than necessary and shoves his glasses on his face. Danny’s taking his sweet ass time. “Hurry up!”

“Why?” Danny asks, meeting Yuta’s eyes in the mirror. “You want something?”

Yuta’s nice enough to wait until the glasses are on his face before he grabs Danny at the ass, hauls him into his arms, and manhandles him back to the bed. “You’re so goddamned lanky,” Yuta grumbles. “Where the fuck do I even put all this leg of yours?”

“You like me in the trunks, is what I’m hearing,” Danny says.

“Yes, obviously.” Yuta gets his hands all over Danny, stroking, touching, pressing. He can’t get enough of Danny, never can, but right now it’s worse than normal. He bites at Danny’s neck, marking him with tiny bruises that belong to him. He presses Danny’s hands to the side of the bed with a hand. He wishes he could press his fingerprints into Danny’s skin. It might be proof enough for Danny that he’s in this for good. When he opens Danny up, he makes Danny look him in the eyes.

“Just like that,” Yuta says. “You tell me what you want. All of it.”

“Fuck me,” Danny says, automatically. “In the glasses. Fuck me and make me remember it.” He squeezes his eyes shut as Yuta strokes inside him, determined to make it last, to make Danny beg for it. “I wanna feel it on the plane tomorrow, please.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. Danny whines when he twists his fingers, when he pumps them faster, when he adds more lube. “You won’t be able to stop thinking about it, baby. I’ll get you all over good.” He takes his free hand and presses it, oh so gently, to one of the bruises on Danny’s chest. One Yuta made, one that belongs to him. “Just touch this and know I’m on you.”

Danny exhales slowly, deeply. “Fucking hell, Yuta.”

“I think you’re ready,” Yuta says, twisting his fingers again. Danny twitches his lips up. “Are you?”

Danny nods frantically. “Yes. Please, Yuta, please.” His eyes go big and pleading. “Wheeler, Daddy, please.”

“Fucking – god, when you say it like that.” He pulls his fingers out and lines up his dick. “Yeah?”

“Give it to me,” Danny demands, eyes fire on Yuta. “Hard. Now.”

Yuta slides in without another warning, and Danny whines. “There you go.”

“C’mon,” Danny says, bucking his hips. “There – I want you – now.”

Yuta does as Danny asks, gives it to him hard enough that the bed starts hitting the wall.

“God, yes, Daddy,” Danny whines, tangling his fingers with Yuta’s. Yuta goes as hard as he can, intent on giving Danny exactly what he wants. He goes quiet, focused on Danny’s face, on the way purple bruises bloom, on the idea that Danny is his. His face goes wanting and pinched before too long, the telltale sign that Danny is about to come all over himself.

“You wanna come?” Yuta asks, keeping pace. “I know what that face means. You’re close.”

Danny nods frantically. “Please. Keep – just like that.”

“Yeah, you like that?” Yuta says, and he doesn’t even know what’s coming out of his mouth. He just keeps talking, desperate to get Danny wild and out of his mind even more. “You like it when Daddy gives it to you good?”

“Keep that up,” Danny pleads, voice hardly more than a whine. “Oh, my god.”

Yuta’s been worked up for so long he knows he’s sprinting toward the point of no return. He’s not willing to leave Danny hanging. “Yeah?” Yuta asks. “You want me to fill you up? Wanna get filled with Daddy’s come? Make sure it takes?”

“Holy fuck.” Danny’s eyes fly open and he grips at Yuta’s biceps, nails digging.

He isn’t keeping track of what he’s saying, focused only on how he wants Danny to look like this for him forever. “Gonna knock you up so you’re mine forever.”

Danny comes with a groan from so deep within himself Yuta didn’t know it existed. The look of it, the feel of Danny clenching down on his cock, is the end of it for Yuta. He shoves himself into Danny and loses all sense of himself beyond where he’s touching Danny. He doesn’t even have the energy to pull out. He just collapses on top of him.

They’re silent, breathing in tandem as the sweat and come dry on their skin. Yuta tries not to panic, the echo of his words ringing in his ears. But he remembers: Danny trusts him. And he trusts that Danny would tell him if something was wrong.

After god knows how much time, he feels fingers gently running through his hair.

“So,” Danny says. “That was new.”

Yuta chuckles into Danny’s skin. “Was.”

Danny pulls a little, enough to encourage Yuta to life his head. There’s the tiniest hint of a laugh in his tone when he asks, “You wanna knock me up?”

This time, Yuta’s the one turning pink. “I – okay, it just came out.”

“It was good!” Danny says. “Don’t get me wrong, that, uh.” He licks his lips, flicking his eyes to the side. “That felt good.”

“The words felt good?” Yuta rolls to the side, still keeping his fingertips tangled with Danny’s.

Danny turns his head. “You like – love – me so much you wanna keep me forever.” He reaches up and brushes a thumb along Yuta’s cheekbone. “You don’t see how that would��well, after everything with Bryan, with how we started…” He presses his lips together, searching Danny’s face. “It makes me feel like you’re really choosing me.”

Yuta licks his lips, eyes on Danny’s mouth. “It wasn’t weird?”

Danny shakes his head. “Not at all.” He grins. “But there is one problem with al of this.”

“Problem?”

Danny nods. “Unfortunately, you were right.”

“I was?”

Danny breaks into a grin. “Remember that time you teased me and said I looked submissive and breedable with my glasses on?”

Yuta laughs so hard Danny gets him in a headlock, but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it.

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After both of them lose to legends at Supercard of Honor on March 31st, a chance encounter leads to Danny and Yuta becoming friends with benefits. Well. It starts that way.

Bingo square B2 Fake Dating/Fakeout Makeouts complete! Title from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. I heard that line in March and went, "Holy shit that's a good fic title" and then Supercard hit and this fic began percolating in my mind. 12.5k later, here we are! Also, this is my 100th AEW fic! Wahoo!

March 31st, 2023: Supercard of Honor

Yuta drops onto a bench in the locker room, feeling a strange sense of self-loathing wash over him as he plugs his phone in with a random charger in the wall. He hasn’t felt this particular brand of misery since joining Blackpool Combat Club. He’d thought he wouldn’t feel it again.

He feels bare, empty without the belt in his hands, around his waist, over his shoulder.

He wants to go out for Claudio’s match. He should go out, right now.

But he can’t.

The room is practically empty, everybody else out watching or at home, and he zones out long enough that he doesn’t expect any interruptions.

So, when the door bangs open, Yuta jumps. He shouldn’t. He’s a grown man trained by some of the most violent people on the planet. He shouldn’t get scared anymore.

Daniel Garcia, pouting as always, walks in. “I won’t bother you,” he grumbles. “Forgot my charger.”

Yuta shoots him a sheepish grin. “Oh. It’s yours?” He holds up his phone, attached to the wall. “Can I get, like, twenty minutes?”

“No,” Danny says. He pout gets more intense. It’s cute. Yuta’d promised himself he’d stop thinking that, but it’s not the first promise he’d broken to himself tonight. “Give it.”

“Nah,” Yuta says, scrolling. “You can wait.”

“I need to get back to the hotel, okay?” Danny says, diving over Yuta to try and get the charger back. “I had a shitty night and I lost. Just let me have this one thing.”

“I lost, too!” Yuta snaps back, leaning backward to get the phone out of Danny’s grip while he kicks his legs out toward Danny. “I lost a fucking belt. You just lost a regular match.”

“A match that mattered – give me the fucking charger!” He lunges, and the impact is enough to throw Yuta down behind the bench, against the wall. His head cracks, enough to hurt but not enough to damage, and he’s stunned enough that Danny gets him pinned to the floor.

“Fuck off,” Yuta says, but the bench and Danny have him stuck. “Get off me!”

Danny snickers. “Probably could, but I’m busy.”

Yuta blinks. “What?”

“What?”

“Did you just make a sex joke?” Yuta is suddenly incredibly aware of how Danny’s straddling him. Of how close together their dicks are. “Right now? Seriously?”

“I – shut up.” Danny glares down. “Give me the charger.”

“I can’t give you anything,” Yuta grumbles, and he twists his hips to try and dislodge Danny. It doesn’t work – the bench is giving him leverage. “You’re pinning me to the ground.”

Danny snickers. “Yeah. Second time you’ve been pinned tonight.”

Yuta feels a weird sort of rage bubble in his gut. He reaches up and wraps a hand around Danny’s throat. “Shut up,” he growls.

And then Danny. Danny gets. Danny gets pink. He darts an equally pink tongue out to wet his lips, and Yuta thinks time stops.

“You wanna fuck?” Yuta blurts out, before he can stop himself. He drops his arm back down to his side.

Danny’s jaw drops. “What?”

“I – look.” Yuta forces himself to keep eye contact with Danny. “Tonight sucked. For both of us. Everything went wrong that could go wrong.” He shrugs. “Maybe we get laid. Make something good come out of the night.”

“Is that a come joke?” Danny asks, but he does grind his hips down. Yuta whines, before he can stop himself. “I can’t believe I’m gonna blow you.” He shuffles off of Yuta’s hips and yanks down his pants. “Yeah?”

“I – does anyone say no to a blow job like this?” Yuta asks, truly baffled. “Definitely yes.” He doesn’t get a chance to say anything else, because Danny’s dropped his head down and enveloped his cock so completely that Yuta’s brain stops working. Too much has happened tonight for him to do much more than feel, and he barrels toward an orgasm as Danny shows him his mouth is good for more than just bitching.

He grabs Danny’s neck. “Danny,” he warns.

Danny pulls back, hand on Yuta’s cock. “What?” he says. “You think this is the first dick I’ve sucked? First time I’ve had a guy come in my mouth?” He scoffs. “Please.” He drops back down, and Yuta’s not quite sure why jealousy surges in him as he comes, but it does. Danny’s mouth is hot and warm and oh so suddenly too intense. He inhales sharply as he twists his hips out of Danny’s mouth.

“Fuck. Don’t be so eager.” He grins, finally, getting the leverage to flip them. He yanks his pants up his hips, wincing at the oversensitive drag of his waistband against his cock. “Want me to blow you?”

Danny nods. “Get on with it.”

“I – you are never getting that charger back.” Yuta leans down and sucks Danny off as quickly as he can. He wants to regain some dignity from how fast he came down Danny’s throat while Danny was basically insulting him. It’s easier than he thinks it really should be, to draw cute little whimpers and little wiggles from Danny.

Danny tugs at his hair, like he’s trying to move Yuta.

“Gonna,” he mutters. “If you don’t want to.”

“Jesus, you’re stupid,” Yuta mutters, and dives back down onto Danny’s dick.

He’d always expected Danny to be loud when he comes, make a production of it. Maybe add in some sort of self-indulgent moaning or moving around.

Instead, Danny’s rather quiet. A tiny little noise, somewhere from the back of his throat, and then Yuta’s swallowing bitter salt. He waits until Danny shoves him off, just for mild revenge, and then sits up against the wall where his phone is charging. Their legs are tangled together, and Yuta kicks at Danny’s leg.

“This should be a thing,” Yuta muses, making sure his phone is still charging.

“What should?” Danny shuffles his sweats up his hips and sits up. He leans on the bench.

Yuta gestures to the two of them. “Fucking after the matches. Us.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “What, when we lose?”

“Whenever,” Yuta says. “If you’re not down –”

“Oh, I’m down,” Danny says. “I’m always here to get off, you know?” His smile is a little cockier than Yuta wants to deal with.

“Cool,” Yuta says nodding. “You really aren’t getting that charger back.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

May 28th, 2023: Double or Nothing

Yuta’s grinning as he makes his way backstage. He’ll be the first to admit he’s got a bitchy little pep in his step as Mox ruffles his hair and shoves him into the locker room.

“From young boy to pinning Kenny fuckin’ Omega,” Mox says, yanking him in and kissing his forehead. “That’s my boy. Fuckin’ killed it.”

Yuta beams at him, leaning into his chest. “I pinned Kenny,” he says, his voice a weird little laugh. “Fuck.”

Bryan slaps him on the back and Claudio pulls him to do their handshake. Yuta feels whole, and loved, and strong.

There’s a knock on the door and Yuta gets it, still beaming.

“Oh,” he says, blinking. The magic isn’t broken, exactly, but it’s shifted. “Danny. Hi.”

“Hey,” he says quietly. His eyes are a bit shifty, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to be here. To be fair, Yuta’s not sure if he should be here, either, but he isn’t going to kick Danny out before he finds out why he showed up in the first place. “Um. Here.” He shoves something into Yuta’s hand then walks away. He doesn’t seem sad, exactly. Just lost.

“Who is it, Yoots?” Mox yells. “Get your ass back in here. We need to celebrate.”

Yuta turns, remembering his victory. “Hell yeah,” he says. “Let’s do it.”

The paper burns a hole in his pocket as they eat too much at Waffle House, as they laugh and chat. Yuta should be focused solely on the moment, but he can’t stop wondering what Danny thought was so important to give him.

“I gotta head back to the hotel,” Yuta says. “I’m wiped.”

Mox nods at him. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Coming from you, that’s hilarious,” Yuta says. He pokes at Mox’s shoulder. “King of the stupid.”

“Don’t be a bitch.”

“Oh, my god,” Bryan laughs. “Shut up, the both of you. Go to bed, Yuta.”

Yuta nods and heads out. Once he knows he’s out of eyeline he pulls out the piece of paper and holds it as he steps in the elevator. He uncrumples it.

Room 413 if you want.

He hits the button for floor four and rides up, his heart pounding. He walks as if through water to Danny’s door, anticipation flooding his entire body. He crumples the paper back up and shoves it in his pocket. Before he can knock, the door opens.

“Oh, shit,” Danny says, stumbling back. “You startled me.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Getting ice?” Yuta asks.

Danny shakes his head. “I was actually going to the gym.” He licks his lips. “Didn’t have a real match tonight, so.” His eyes flicker down Yuta’s body. “Was thinking of getting in a little cardio.”

Yuta grins. “That’s a terrible line. Just get in the room.”

“Um,” Danny says, turning around and stepping back. “I – okay, yes, but I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Yuta asks. He glances down to see Danny barefoot and toes off his shoes. “You gave me the card, right?”

Danny nods, but he won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “It’s been two hours, okay?”

“What, are you, like, not horny anymore?” Yuta shrugs. “That’s cool. I can go back.”

“That is definitely not it,” Danny mutters. “I, uh. Sometimes I do this thing where, to make the workout a little more exciting…” He trails off, eyes toward the ceiling. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me say it.”

“Say what?” Yuta asks.

“I’m wearing a plug, because I thought I wasn’t getting laid tonight.” Danny still won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “Don’t – don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?”

Yuta presses his lips together. “You’re wearing a plug?” he asks. It’s harder than he thought to keep his voice steady. “Right now?”

Danny nods, and Yuta’s knees almost buckle as Danny shifts his hips. “I thought I was riding solo tonight. Don’t at me or whatever.”

“Don’t at – you’re the worst.” Yuta walks up to Danny, getting into his space until his back hits the door. “Tell me about it.”

“Tell – about what?” Danny says. “Didn’t you win a match tonight? You probably should be celebrating with your weird sex dungeon friends.”

Yuta snorts. “Yeah, they’re ass deep in pancakes from Waffle House. They’re fine.” His eyes flicker down to Danny’s lips. “Tell me about the plug.” He rests a hand on Danny’s waist, his skin warm and soft to the touch. “Were you thinking about me when you put it in?”

“Oh, fucking god,” Danny grumbles. “It’s not all about you, Yuta. We fucked, like, three times. Blew each other in a locker room. Handies. It’s not the only sex I’ve ever had.”

“That defensiveness tells me you did think about it,” Yuta murmurs. He doesn’t want to admit he’d been waiting for this opportunity since Supercard, that he’d been unable to see Danny or watch one of his matches without getting a little hard. “We didn’t kiss last times.”

“We didn’t,” Danny breathes, and the movement bumps his lower lip against Yuta’s. “You want to stay?”

“I want to see the plug,” Yuta says, his lip brushing Danny’s again.

“Fuck it,” Danny says, and he tilts his mouth up to catch Yuta’s lips. He grabs the front of Yuta’s hoodie and turns them as he sighs into Yuta’s mouth, shoving him up against the wall. Danny fists a hand in Yuta’s shirt. “This is a fucking stupid idea.”

“You didn’t say that last time,” Yuta says.

“Yeah, because – I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He pushes Yuta back, just far enough to look at him. His eyes dance across Yuta’s face, but doesn’t meet his eyes still.

“Hey,” Yuta says gently. “You can look at me, you know.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Danny grumbles, like he’s annoyed he has to say it.

Yuta grins. “Oh, yeah, I figured from that plug in your ass.” He reaches back and taps gently at Danny’s ass, nothing more than a soft touch, but Danny’s hips twitch forward into Yuta’s with a gasp. “You good?”

“I just – yeah, I’m okay,” Danny breathes. “It just feels – it’s a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” Yuta begs, again. “I wanna know everything about how it feels.”

Danny pulls back. “Want – want to see it, first?”

Yuta suddenly has never wanted anything more. “Yeah,” he says.

Danny steps back and shuffles his sweatpants down his hips. Always the damned sweatpants. Yuta’s going to develop a complex. “It’s easier if I…” He trails off with a grin. “Well, you’ll see.”

Yuta’s head gets spinning when Danny leans over the bed, ass perfect and in the air. Along with a deep blue flash.

“I – can I touch it?” Yuta asks. He doesn’t know why he’s whispering. He rests a hand on one of Danny’s ass cheeks.

“Yeah,” Danny squeaks. He clears his throat. “I mean, yeah. Go for it.”

Yuta trails his fingers down slowly, from the small of Danny’s back down to the top of his ass. He watches as his fingers brush against the flared base of the plug. On an impulse, he taps the top, and Danny shouts.

“Jesus, warn a guy,” Danny grumbles. “But, um. You can – you can play with it.”

Yuta laughs, heat flooding through his body. He’s pretty sure he’s never been this hard in his life. “Play with you, more like.”

Danny exhales, his forehead dropping onto the mattress. “Fuck. Fine, whatever. Just. Come on.”

Yuta nods, even though he knows Danny can’t see him, and pulls the plug out slowly until just the tip is left inside. Danny whines.

“I didn’t say slow,” Danny snaps. “Jesus.”

“Oh, my god, chill,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. He presses the plug back in, watching as Danny closes around it. “You want me to fuck you?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yeah.”

“Then be patient,” Yuta says. “I’m having fun.”

Yuta thinks he can hear Danny roll his eyes.

He doesn’t draw it out too long, because he’s hard enough to break a diamond, but he does press the plug in and draw it back out a few more times.

“You have lube?” he asks. “Didn’t bring any.”

“Why the fuck not?” Danny asks. “You expect me to do everything?”

“No,” Yuta says, pulling the plug out a bit faster than may be kind. Danny gasps. “I just figured you’d blow me again.”

“You – it’s in my bag, and if you don’t put something in me in the next few seconds, I’m kicking your ass.”

Yuta digs around for a second then pulls out the lube.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” Danny says to him.

“Damn, okay,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “You’re bossy as hell.”

“Am not,” Danny says. He goes easily when Yuta yanks his hips closer to the end of the bed. He’s watching over his shoulder as Yuta moves, eyes dark and wanting. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Yuta says. “You, too. I can tell you’re making gains.”

“Gotta,” Danny says, pushing his hips back, all demanding. “Trying to get that world title.”

Yuta scoffs as he slicks himself up. Danny’s already so open that Yuta doesn’t even have to do anything, just lines himself up. “You wish.” Yuta pauses. “Wait. Uh. Do you want me to wear a condom?”

Danny turns around. “Do you want to wear one?”

Yuta shrugs. “Last tests were fine, no issues.”

“Then we’re on the same page,” Danny says. “Come on. Get in me while I’m still young.”

Yuta rolls his eyes, but he guides his dick into Danny slowly. He hasn’t done this in a while, not since Mox decided to make things exclusive with Claudio. He forgot what it felt like, to sink into somebody else’s body and zone in on every place where they touch. “Fuck,” he says, drawing out the syllable.

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Don’t get a big head about it or anything, but that feels fucking amazing.”

Yuta pulls back a little then slides back in. “Jesus,” he mutters. “Why weren’t we doing this before?” He keeps his pace slow and careful, not sure what Danny likes and not willing to risk a mistake. “It was only blow jobs and hand stuff.”

“You never – shit, do that again – complained,” Danny pants. “Plus, not much time for you to fuck me right when we’re in a locker room.” He circles his hips in a way that makes Yuta forget his own name for a second.

Yuta manages to recover his wits. “Yeah?” he asks, starting to rock his hips a little more. “Fuck you right?”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll replace you with the plug again.”

“Sure,” Yuta says, “you could. But could a plug do this?” He pulls almost all the way out of Danny until only the head of his cock is sunk into Danny’s warm heat, then slams back into Danny, enough that Danny’s hips rock.

Danny loses his stability and falls forward, moaning. “Nope,” he pants. “Fuck. Keep that shit up and I might keep you around for good.”

Yuta laughs. Now that he knows what Danny likes, it’s easier to get into a rhythm. He hadn’t expected this tonight. A blow job, fucking around in the shower, maybe hand jobs like last week at Dynamite, but this is so much better.

“Christ,” Yuta mutters, fucking Danny faster. “You feel so good, dude.”

“Yeah?” Danny asks. “Well, you have a decent dick and decent game. I’ll get you better at it.”

“Get me – what’s wrong with the way I fuck?!”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly,” Danny says, pushing back onto Yuta’s dick. He takes it as a cue to go faster, a little harder. Danny’s breathing catches. “You’re just kind of cute with it, you know?” He grins over his shoulder. “Romantic.”

“Am not!” Yuta says, but he’s not exactly sure why that’s a bad thing. He grabs at Danny’s hips and fucks Danny like the victor he is, and lets the pride and the adrenaline from the night kickstart himself a little more intensely than before.

“There you go,” Danny chuckles. He makes a little pleased sound, bracing his hands on the bed. “Knew you had it in you.”

“Why are you making fun of me while I’m inside you?” Yuta asks. “How did I go from pinning Kenny fuckin’ Omega to getting mocked during sex?” He reaches around and starts stroking Danny’s dick. “You’re lucky I’m even gonna let you come.”

“Let me,” Danny mutters. “Sure.” He moans a little. “Go faster. I’m close.”

“God. Fine.” Yuta strokes Danny faster and feels the way he comes on his cock, ass tightening around him as Danny slumps down and lets out a guttural sound that gets Yuta right to the front door of his orgasm. He fucks into Danny again and comes so hard his legs almost give out, and he leans a hand on the bed. “You got come on your sheets,” he pants, slowly pulling out of Danny. “Jesus. Gimme a second.”

“You’re fine,” Danny says. He rolls over, stretching like a cat. “God, that was good. Haven’t gotten railed like that in way too long.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. “Now you’re gonna compliment me?”

Danny rolls over with a knowing grin on his face. “Bitching at you got you to go harder, didn’t it? Don’t at me. I knew what I was doing.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You fucking suck.” He’s naked, standing in Danny’s hotel room, and isn’t sure what to do next. “Uh.”

“Come on,” Danny says, patting the bed next to him. “Wanna order room service? If I’m stuck here, might as well.”

They get steaks and margaritas on AEW’s business bill and rewatch the pay per view.

“Okay, that really is a wild match,” Danny says, eyes bright after his second margarita. “I’m impressed.” He throws a smile over at Yuta. “Don’t get a big head about it, though. I can tell you’re getting all self-obsessed.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking awful sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you still fuck me.” He yawns.

“I should probably go,” Yuta says, hesitating. “You should probably get some sleep.”

Danny nods, but won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. He’s not sure what’s behind it. “Yeah,” Danny says quietly. “Uh, text me when you get to your room, okay?” His smile is back to normal. “Wanna make sure nobody kidnaps your young, nubile body.”

“It would be so fucking great if you ever shut the fuck up,” Yuta says, and he chucks his pillow at Danny’s face. “I’ll see you later.”

When he gets to his hotel room, he texts Danny that he got there and jumps into the shower. He checks his phone when he curls up into bed.

There’s one text from Danny: night dude

June 25th, 2023: Forbidden Door

Yuta’s used to quick hand jobs with Danny. When they’re both at a Collision or Dynamite taping, they find each other and sneak backstage to get each other off and laugh how short it takes them to come.

Today, though, Danny’s on him wildly. The kisses are less teasing and fun and more demanding, like Danny’s insisting on control.

“Jesus,” Yuta says, fumbling behind him for the door handle. “Dude, chill. Do you want people to find us?”

“Don’t care,” Danny says, biting at Yuta’s neck. Yuta manages to push the door open and the two of them fall over each other into the locker room.

“What,” says a familiar voice, “the eff?”

Yuta tilts his head backwards and sees Matt Jackson staring at them. “Shit.”

“Are you trying to jump us after our match or somethin’?” Hangman stands up, and he looks even bigger from down on the floor. Yuta shoves Danny off of him. “And what’s he doing here?”

Yuta scrambles to his feet. “Wrong room,” he says, glancing over and willing Danny to get his ass up and out the door. “Also, where’s your shirt?”

“I – don’t – get out of our locker room,” Matt says, flaming bright red. He crosses his arms over his chest, which Yuta finds funny since the two of them earlier that night were beating the shit out of each other. Yuta does notice a few newly red marks on his neck and chest, though, which might be what Matt's trying to hide.

“Sorry, man,” Danny says, brushing off his shirt. “Uh, let’s go. Discuss that. Pure rules match.” Yuta watches as Danny looks both Matt and Hangman up and down, then shake his head. Before Yuta can make fun of him about it, though, he grabs Yuta’s hand and yanks him away, and Yuta doesn’t get the chance to even close the door.

“This’ll work,” Danny says, spying a bathroom.

“People need to – we are not fucking in a bathroom!” But Yuta pulls the door shut and locks it. “Fuck, you’re, like, raring to go.” He presses the heel of his palm on Danny’s dick. “Losing get you off or something?”

Danny spins them and slams Yuta against the door. “Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “You didn’t win either. Take off your pants.”

Yuta shoves his pants down his hips, then shoves his hand into Danny’s sweats. “Bet you’re about to come right now,” Yuta teases. “You really like getting laid after you have a match, but you’re never this into it unless you lose.”

“Shut up,” Danny says again. Yuta can’t miss the pink patches across his cheeks.

“Do you really want me to?” Yuta asks, leaning in to bite at Danny’s earlobe. “Or do you want me to talk you through it? Tell you how good you look when you come so you forget you lost?”

Danny whines and fucks up into Yuta’s fist. “I – don’t know,” he pants.

“You like getting pinned?” Yuta says into his ear. “You like it when somebody big and strong shoves you down to the floor?”

“You got pinned too,” Danny bitches, his hips moving more erratically now.

“Yeah,” Yuta chuckles, biting at Danny’s neck. “But it doesn’t get me off like you do.”

Danny chokes something out like Yuta’s name and comes all over his hand. Yuta meant to say ‘it doesn’t get me off like it gets you off.’ He didn’t mean to –

He shakes his head and concentrates on where Danny’s hand is a tight vice around his dick. “I get you off?” Danny asks. “You like watching me, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, because he’s lost all pretense of a boundary between him and Yuta. “You look so fucking good out there.” He whimpers, chasing Yuta’s hand. “C’mon, don’t stop.”

“Won’t,” Danny says. “Tell me. What do you like to see?”

“I like – I – I like you,” Yuta confesses. “I like how you move. I like how you’re such a prick sometimes.” He thuds his head against the door and twitches his hips up.

“I knew it,” Danny laughs, grinning at Yuta. “You’re so into me it makes you look stupid.”

Yuta laughs as he comes, and Danny kisses him through it. They breathe against each other, foreheads pressed, until Yuta can feel his feet underneath him.

“We, uh,” Yuta says. “We should probably clean up.”

Danny nods and pulls back. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

They wash their hands in silence, checking the bathroom door periodically to make sure nobody’s trying to come in, and eventually they’re presentable again. Well, sort of. The wet spot on Danny’s sweats is pretty glaring.

“Nah, I do this all the time,” Danny says, and he splashes more water on his crotch.

“Oh, so, when you come in your pants, you cover it with water.” Yuta grins at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny says, pushing open the bathroom door.

“You already took care of that!”

Yuta tries to get his heart rate and hair under control before he leaves. Of course, halfway down the hallway, he runs into Mox.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mox chuckles.

“What?” Yuta asks. He’d checked his hair, his face, his pants. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mox says, and Yuta’s about to hit him for looking so smug. “You just can’t stop smiling.”

“I – yes I can.” But he realizes, as he forces his face flat, that his cheeks are hurting. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Mox says, clapping Yuta on the shoulder. “You’re not into him at all.”

July 23rd, 2023: Blood and Guts

“Dude.”

Yuta manages to sit up. “Hey,” he says, frowning. “Why are you in here?”

Danny shrugs, his eyes flickering over to Mox and Claudio in the corner. “Figured I’d check on you. Do they know?”

“About how we fuck?” Yuta asks. “Yeah, they know.” He glances over to Mox and Claudio. Claudio nods and grabs Mox’s arm, but Mox steps forward. Yuta avoids the urge to wince.

“You here to mock him or something?” Mox asks. “I seem to remember you didn’t win, either.”

“Calm yourself, Jon,” Claudio says, a big hand placed across Mox’s chest. “Daniel would never. And if he did, I trust Wheeler would be able to defend himself.” Yuta smiles at him, and Claudio smiles back. “Come. They need some time.”

When the door closes, Danny turns to Yuta. “I don’t think you can fuck me tonight,” he says, sitting next to Yuta on the bench.

Yuta snorts. “You think?” He reaches up and rubs at his bruised neck. “Yeah, I’m a little fucked up right now. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to, like, apologize,” Danny says, and he rests his hand on the bench. Their pinkies touch. “I just wanted to check on you.”

Yuta nods. “I – thanks for that.” He looks up and smiles at Danny. “I’m glad you came.”

Danny’s quiet for a few moments. Yuta decides to wait him out, see if Danny has something else to say.

“Well,” Danny says, and he stands. “Feel better. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” He leans down and kisses Yuta, quick but insistent. “Bye.”

He walks out the door, and Yuta still confused about it when he, Mox, and Claudio curl up in their hotel room together and he falls asleep alone in the second bed.

August 27th, 2023: All In

“Shouldn’t you be watching the rest of the matches?” Danny’s stopped saying hello when Yuta calls him anymore. Yuta’s okay with it.

“I figured I’d call,” Yuta says. “How’s the show looking?”

“Dick move to ask me that when I’m not booked and not even in the country,” Danny grumbles.

“Not – that is not what I meant,” Yuta says, trying to not get annoyed. “You know it’s not. I haven’t been able to watch any matches because none of us know where we’re going in the venue and we keep getting lost.” He glances over at the door. It’s closed. Mox and Claudio are out doing production work with the Bucks and Tony. “But, um. What are you doing right now?”

“I’m talking on the phone with a dumbass,” Danny deadpans. “Why?”

“I have the locker room to myself.”

Danny sighs. “Man, you’re predictable. You BCC guys really do get off on getting hurt, don’t you.”

“Just – fuck off and get a dildo,” Yuta demands. “I want you to fuck yourself with it and pretend it’s me.”

Danny lets out a little squeak. “Okay.”

Yuta shoves his pants down his hips. He’d expected Danny to argue, maybe bitch a little about it. But nope. Yuta can hear rustling on the other side of the phone.

“Okay,” Danny says. “I have the stupid tie dye one you got me. I – I can start now.”

“Do it,” Yuta says. “And pretend it’s me.” He spits into his hand and wraps it around his cock. He listens to Danny’s breathing for a few moments, staying quiet until he can’t. “How’s it feel?”

“Good,” Danny murmurs. “Not like you.”

“What’s better?” Yuta asks. He’s already too hard, just from the little gasps and slick sounds on the other end of the line.

“You, always,” Danny says.

There isn’t much noise for the next few minutes, just focused breathing, and Yuta thinks he can see what Danny’s doing if he closes his eyes.

“Is it in?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Danny says.

“Ride it,” Yuta commands. “Like you’d ride me.”

Danny exhales. “Yeah, okay.”

Yuta pulls out memories of their previous nights together to paint an image in his mind. Danny, strong thighs and sculpted body rocking on his cock, clenching warm around him.

“Jesus,” Yuta murmurs. “Fucking gorgeous, I bet. Next time you should film yourself.”

Danny’s moan is open and loud as hell. Yuta glances around to make sure nobody’s knocking on the door. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I could do that.”

There’s slick sounds and moans and things slipping out of Yuta’s mouth that are too close to Danny’s name.

“Next year,” Yuta says, arching up into his hand. No matter how tight he gets his hand, it’s never as good as Danny. “Next year, you and me. Pure rules.” He grunts, something a little too close to Danny’s name. “Wembley. We’ll show everybody we’re the best.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. The breathy moans on the other end of the phone are almost too much for Yuta to handle. “I’ll pin you in the middle of the ring.”

“You wish,” Yuta says. “I know you like it best when I get you flat on your back.”

“Fuck you,” Danny moans, and Yuta can tell he’s coming.

“Wish I was there?” Yuta asks, fucking his hips rapidly into his hand. “Bet it’s better when it’s me fucking you, right?”

Danny whimpers, and that’s it for Yuta. He’s gotten lazy about coming neatly, preferring something messy and unhindered when he doesn’t get to do it with Danny. His hand is covered in come.

“Fuck,” Yuta says. He waits a second. “Wish you were here.”

“Yeah,” Danny mutters. “Me too.”

The silence hangs heavy even across the Atlantic.

“You’re on All Out, right?” Yuta asks before he can stop himself.

“Yeah,” says Danny. “Yeah, I got a Battle Royal.”

“I have a tag match,” Yuta says. “Meet up?”

“Definitely.”

“I gotta shower real quick,” Yuta says. “But, um. I can call you back? If you want. We can sort of watch together, if you want.”

“Sure,” Danny says.

He cleans up then calls Danny back within half an hour. Yuta turns All In on using his laptop, and he and Danny swap to FaceTime and watch together for the rest of the evening. It’s too comfortable, too casual, and Yuta’s scared he’s getting used to it. He fights the feeling by insulting Danny every other sentence or so, which Danny returns in kind.

But it’s too easy, with Danny. Everything’s too easy.

And Yuta thinks he should be more scared of it.

September 3rd, 2023: All Out

He and Yuta fuck in the hotel room before and after All Out. Danny rides him with their fingers linked, eyes locked, and Yuta comes so hard when Danny calls him “Wheels” it’s almost embarrassing. After, in the shower, Yuta almost calls Danny baby and bites his tongue instead.

He’s fucked.

They’re fucking.

And Danny looks so goddamned pretty when Yuta’s hilt deep inside of him he almost forgets about his win and Danny’s loss.

October 1st, 2023: Wrestle Dream

Yuta doesn’t even have the time to be miserable about losing to Ricky. He’s pissed off, disappointed, and annoyed.

And calls Danny.

“Hey,” Danny says. “Sorry you lost.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Yuta says. “Get the dildo. The tie dye one.”

“How do you know I’m not at, like a watch party?” Danny asks, but Yuta hears rustling. “I could be busy right now.”

“Are you?” Yuta asks. He’s hiding in the shower with the water on and his cell phone in a plastic bag to keep it safe. He doesn’t want any interruptions.

Danny groans. “No. Fuck off. I’ll get the tie dye one. It’s weird you only like me to use this one when you’re not here.”

“I got it for you,” Yuta says. “That means it’s closer to me. Come on, let’s go.”

“Demanding,” Danny grumbles. “You should probably turn on FaceTime. So you can see.”

“Okay,” Yuta says, before he can stop to think. He switches to FaceTime and is greeted by Danny looking smug.

“You literally are in the shower,” Danny muses. “Pretty desperate of you, isn’t it?”

“It’s the only way to get any privacy,” Yuta retorts, rolling his eyes. “Come on. Let me see you ride that cock and pretend it’s me.”

Danny’s mouth drops open all pretty, and then he nods. “Give me a second. I think I have an angle you’ll like.”

Twenty minutes later, Yuta’s coming with the image of Danny fucking himself on the dildo he bought him, Danny’s name on his lips.

“Did you just say my name when you came?” Danny asks.

“No,” Yuta says automatically. “Yes. Shut up.”

“Oh, you’re down bad,” Danny says. “I get it, though. I’m the fuck of a lifetime.”

“I’m hanging up now,” Yuta grumbles. But he waits. “Um. I’ll see you at Dynamite?”

“Yeah,” Danny says. Yuta doesn’t think he’ll ever get over that sweet little smile on Danny’s face after he comes. “I’ll see you there.”

Yuta hangs up through the wet plastic and leans his head against the wall of the shower.

“I’m so fucked,” he mumbles, and closes his eyes.

November 17th, 2023: Collision

“Fuck,” Yuta says, dropping onto the bench next to Danny. “Just like that first night all over again.”

Danny laughs, a little darkly. “Yeah. Only thing better than you losing is when I win, but I’ll take what I can get.” He looks at Yuta. “Can we talk? Privately?”

“I got better things you could do with your mouth, but sure.” Yuta stands and makes his way to the door. Before he can ask, Danny stops and glances down the hallway. “Dude, you’re acting weird.”

“Am not,” Danny says, and he’s squirmier and more fidgety than Yuta’s ever seen him. “I need a date to a wedding Monday night, okay?”

Yuta blinks. “And you’re asking me? Now?”

Danny shrugs, and still won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “You weren’t my first choice,” he grumbles. “Zay’s busy hanging out with Marq this weekend, Austin’s got a match, and Anna’s going on a weekend thing with Jack.” He looks up finally, looking so fucking annoyed he has to talk to Yuta outside their arrangement at all that Yuta almost wants to tell him no.

“So I’m your last resort,” Yuta says, frowning. “Can’t say that makes me feel good, Danny.”

“I didn’t think you’d even want to say yes,” Danny says. “Whatever. I’ll go solo. Explain it to my cousin.”

Yuta has a sudden flashback to his high school best friend’s wedding. Emily had almost burst into tears when five people no-showed. According to her, that was over $150 just for the plates. “I’ll go,” he says, before he can stop himself. “Danny, I can go with you. I’ll be there.”

Danny immediately goes suspicious. “Why?” he asks.

“Because – you asked!” Yuta yells. “Jesus, you’re so much easier to deal with when my dick’s inside you. Fuck.” He smacks Danny’s arm. “Shut up and let me help, you fucking douche. Text me the info.” He pauses. “Wait. Actually. Get in there.” He grabs Danny’s arm and throws him into the nearest room in the venue. He snickers. “In the closet again, it seems.”

“I fuckin’ hate it when you make jokes when I’m about to suck your dick,” Danny snipes, but he drops to his knees and yanks down Yuta’s ring gear without further ado. He looks up at Yuta, eyes dark. “Wanna make sure you know I still, like, want to kick your ass.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Yuta says, leaning against the wall. “Suck me off.”

Danny’s always so fucking good at this, and that’s what Yuta tells himself is the reason he keeps coming back. Danny’s not the kind of guy who shoves a dick down his throat and expects it to do the job, Yuta’s found. Danny sucks and licks, lapping with a talented tongue along the slit and the head of Yuta’s cock like it’s a lollipop he won at a fair and he won’t share it with anyone else. Yuta squirms with the sensations. He’s always hard after a match, even harder after he and Danny yell at each other, and he’s stroking a thumb along Danny’s jawline before long.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “Danny.”

Danny pulls off, a string of saliva connecting his lips and Yuta’s dick.

“Fuck,” Yuta says, and he wraps a hand around his dick. “Stay right there.”

“Are you seriously going to come on my face?” Danny asks, but he doesn’t move.

“What, you don’t want me to?” Yuta pants, stroking harder. “Then you should move.”

Danny sighs, but he stays exactly where he is. The bitchy, irritated look on his face is what gets Yuta: he comes with a grunt, painting Danny’s face, and slumps against the wall as he strokes himself to the point where he can’t touch anymore. Danny pouts up at him.

“You got me all messy,” he says, licking his lips to catch some of the come dripping down his face. “Gimme your hoodie.”

“I – no!” Yuta says. “This one’s new.” He throws the hoodie to the floor and strips off his shirt. He’s a little too gentle when he uses it to mop up Danny’s face, he thinks. “There. Better?”

“Probably gonna be sticky, but sure.” He stands up and pushes Yuta against the wall. “My turn?”

“You always ask like I’ve ever not gotten you off,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “Like, do you really think I’m not gonna suck your dick after you’ve sucked mine?”

Danny shrugs as Yuta drops to his knees and yanks down his sweatpants. Danny’s already left a wet spot on the front of his pants from the way he’d been leaking, and Yuta allows himself a moment to be smug about that.

Yuta sucks Danny down with a purpose. He knows Danny’s close, can tell by the way he yanks gently at Yuta’s hair, but the way he whimpers quietly and breathes.

“Come on,” Yuta says, pulling off for a second, “come in my mouth. I know you like to.”

Danny lets out a choked little moan as he comes down Yuta’s throat, and Yuta swallows him down without a second thought. They’ve been doing this long enough that Yuta’s figured out the exact thing to say, the way to say it, the way to circle his tongue around Danny’s cock.

It’s been months. He wants forever.

“Alright,” Danny says. He shoves at Yuta’s neck, nearly knocking him over. “Jesus, alright, too much.”

“You don’t have to hit me about it,” Yuta grumbles. He stands and glares. “One of these days I won’t suck your dick and then you’ll feel bad about how much of a douche you are.”

“Doubt it,” Danny replies. He adjusts himself in his pants and leaves the room, shooting a smile over his shoulder. “Wedding’s next Monday night. Upstate New York. Bring a jacket.”

Yuta wishes he had the sense to tell Danny no, that he hates being cold, that he’d rather be anywhere other than New York State in the middle of November when he could be home for Thanksgiving before Dynamite.

But the truth is, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than next to Danny.

“Cool,” Yuta says. “Don’t forget to go fuck yourself on the way home.”

November 20th, 2023:

Yuta’s fidgety as hell as he leaves the Lyft that drops him off in the front of the hotel. It’s a sweet place, small and relatively cozy for something in a city that wants to be bigger than it is.

“Thanks, man,” Yuta says, putting in the tip and the rating. “Appreciate it.”

He hauls his stuff out of the backseat of the car, a full suitcase and the carryon since he’s going directly from here to Dynamite.

“Yoots!”

He looks up as he drops his suitcase to the ground. “Hey,” he says, and he hates how much his heart lifts when he sees Danny come down the path from the hotel door. “Hi.”

When he gets in front of Yuta, he can see some tightness behind his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Danny says too fast. “We’re good.”

Yuta stares at him until the Lyft pulls away and they’re standing in the cold. “Danny…”

“I, um,” Danny says. He won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “I might have told my family you’re my boyfriend.”

“What?!” Yuta asks. “Danny – what happened to going Wedding Crashers?”

“I panicked, okay?” Danny squirms a little under the attention. Yuta starts his way to the lobby. He doesn’t want to have this conversation while he’s freezing to death outside. “My cousin Jameson’s always been a dick and was on me for not having a girl on my arm, so I was like, ‘what if I brought my boyfriend, bitch?’ It shut him up, but now…” He winces. “I fucked up.”

Yuta sighs. “It’s – it’s fine.” He steadies himself as he hauls the suitcase over the threshold. Danny grabbed his backpack and carryon, which was weirdly sweet. “It’s fine. We can just, like, lie our way through the night or something.” He grins. “I mean, I’ve smacked your ass enough to have my handprint on there. That’s a thing boyfriends do, right?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny grumbles. “Also, I hope you’re cool sharing a bed. Hotel room only has one.”

Yuta shrugs. “What am I gonna do, argue with you?” The two of them make their way into the elevator. “I can’t imagine there are any rooms left in this place with a wedding going on.”

Danny shrugs. “I figured I could get a cot or something if you were really weird about it.”

Yuta figures Danny has a point. This whole time, since Supercard, they’ve never slept in the same bed. They’ve never done much more than what happened in the moment.

“Nah, we can snuggle,” he says, flashing Danny his best facsimile of a smile. “Long as you don’t hog the blankets.”

He’s looking forward to sleeping next to Danny tonight, and wishes he knew how to make it stop.

“Goddamnit,” Yuta grumbles. He yanks the tie out again and throws it around his neck. Another attempt at the tie, and this time the skinny part is longer than the wide part and it looks even worse. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Yuta looks over to see Danny styling his hair. He’d missed it, but it’s gotten longer over the past few months. It’s been long enough for Yuta to thread his fingers in it, angle Danny’s head, pull him around a little. He should have known just from that, but he hadn’t seen it. Not until today.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Yuta shakes his head and blinks. “Oh. I can’t figure out how to get this tie to work.”

“Amateur,” Danny scoffs. He strides over, dress shirt unbuttoned and flowing behind him, and Yuta almost goes weak at the knees. “Gimme.”

“What?”

“The tie, genius,” Danny says. He grabs the tie from Yuta’s hands and wraps it around Yuta’s neck. It’s almost too intimate, and Yuta feels his heart race. Danny’s hands work mercifully quickly. “There,” he says, patting Yuta’s chest. “All done. Now you won’t embarrass me in front of my relatives.”

“Jackass,” Yuta mutters, but he does feel better. “Button your shirt. You look like a sluttier Fabio.”

“Who?”

“Jesus,” Yuta mutters. “Whatever. Go button up so we can get ready to go.”

“Wedding’s not until six.”

“No,” Yuta says, pulling out the invitation. “The ceremony starts at six. We need to get there, like, ten minutes early so we don’t hold up the ceremony start.”

“I forget you’re smart sometimes,” Danny says, and his eyes are fond. He claps Yuta, hard, on the shoulder. “Alright. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Half an hour later, they’re settling into the seats for the ceremony and Yuta is pretending he’s not about to panic.

“This place is beautiful,” Yuta says, his leg bouncing with the anxiety. “I really like the –”

“Hold my hand,” Danny interrupts. “We have to look like a couple.”

“You could say please,” Yuta grumbles, but he takes Danny’s hand and rests their hands on his thigh. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny says, a little softer than Yuta had expected.

He tears up at the vows, personal ones Carla and her fiancé had come up with on their own, and rubs at his eyes with a fist. He doesn’t know why he’s crying; he doesn’t even know these people. Mid rub, he catches Danny watching him. He braces for teasing.

He gets a soft smile instead.

Cocktail hour consists of fielding questions about their relationship to Danny’s family. It’s easier than he expected. Yes, they met in wrestling. No, they got together after the sixty minutes they wrestled each other.

“That’s, um. Personal,” says Yuta when Danny’s cousin Jerry asks if they wrestle when they fuck.

“Learn how to talk to people Jerry,” Danny says, rolling his eyes. “I forgot how weird you are.” Danny grabs Yuta’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get a drink.”

By the time the reception comes around, Danny and Yuta are two drinks in each and Yuta’s finally relaxing. With the music pounding, it’s harder for Danny’s relatives to ask inappropriate questions.

“Danny!” says the bride, walking over with a giant smile. “Hey, kiddo!” She rubs her hand on the top of his head and frowns. “I miss when you were little and you had that super long hair I could mess up.” She turns to Yuta. “Hello,” she says, sticking out her hand. “You must be the guy.” She winks. “Danny’s told me all about you.”

Yuta turns to Danny. “Oh, you have, huh?” He can’t fight the grin on his face. “What did you say about me?”

“Leave me alone,” Danny whines, but he won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “Ugh. Yes. This is – this is Wheeler.” He sighs. “My boyfriend.”

It still feels weird to hear that word come out of Danny’s mouth, but not in the way Yuta expected. It feels cozy, comfortable. Right. Like what they’ve been doing the past seven or eight months has meant something.

He exhales. “I gotta get something to drink,” Yuta says. “You look beautiful. Congratulations.”

Danny looks baffled for a second until he realizes Yuta’s talking to Carla.

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” says Carla. “Thanks. And take care of my baby cousin. He’s always been very good at getting himself into sticky situations.”

Yuta thinks he deserves a fucking award for how he maintains a straight face. “Course,” he says, voice tight. “I, uh. Gonna get that shot now.” He grabs Danny by the hand. “Dude, that sticky situations line almost got me.”

“Yeah, I could tell. You have a shitty fuckin’ poker face,” Danny mutters.

“But, like, she’s not wrong,” Yuta says, leaning against the bar. “You do get yourself pretty sticky.” He winks and Danny rolls his eyes.

“I fucking hate it when you wink.”

“Do not!” Yuta argues. “You liked it so much that one time when I winked at you in the mirror that you came all over the bench.”

Danny flames bright red. “My entire family is here.”

“And?” Yuta asks. “They’re not, like, right here.” Yuta reaches around to Danny’s waist before he remembers that they aren’t actually boyfriends.

“Every other couple is dancing,” Danny says, and it’s almost too casual.

“Right,” Yuta says. “That’s what people do at weddings.”

He’s not sure why his heart is racing.

“We should probably go dance, too,” Danny says.

“Oh, definitely,” Yuta says. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears. “We need to make sure we actually look like we’re boyfriends, right?”

Danny and Yuta have a weird moment where neither of them have a damn clue where to put their hands. Yuta starts out with them around Danny’s neck, but then Danny puts one on his shoulder, so Yuta puts another one on Danny’s waist.

“We should have practiced slow dancing,” Danny mutters. “We look like idiots.”

“You always look like an idiot,” Yuta offers, and Danny pinches a little bit of skin on his neck in a mildly interesting way.

“Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “Just – here.” He grabs Yuta’s hands and slaps them on his hips. “Put them there and leave them.”

“This is the least romantic thing I’ve ever done,” Yuta grumbles. “Step closer to me. This isn’t middle school. You don’t have to leave room for Jesus.”

“Christ – fine.” Danny pulls Yuta in so close their chests bump and their mouths are almost too close to move without touching.

Yuta doesn’t think. He should. He absolutely should. But he doesn’t. Yuta leans in and kisses Danny gently, too softly. The way he’s wanted to for months.

They kiss. They do.

But never at a wedding. And never around other people.

Yuta pulls back, reluctantly, looking at Danny. “Um.”

“You kissed me,” Danny says, blinking.

Yuta nods. “I did.”

“Why did you kiss me?” he asks. “We don’t kiss like that.”

“We kiss!” Yuta argues, but he knows Danny’s right. “We kiss all the time.”

“Never in front of people,” Danny says, glancing around. But Yuta notices a little pink splotch across his cheeks, so Yuta thinks he may not get the shit kicked out of him. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t know!” Yuta says. “Because.”

“No,” Danny says, and he stops dancing, stops swaying. He looks at Yuta with such a burning gaze it almost makes him uncomfortable. “Wheeler,” he says quietly. “Why did you kiss me?”

Yuta’s heart is pounding. He doesn’t know when it started. He doesn’t know why it won’t slow down. “Danny…”

“Why?” Danny asks, and suddenly Yuta’s being walked backward toward the wall of the venue. “Why did you kiss me, at a wedding, in front of everybody?”

Yuta collides with the wall, and he doesn’t hit his head too bad, at least. “Danny, I –”

Danny crushes his lips to Yuta’s, and Yuta almost slides down the wall with it. He slides his hands under Danny’s suit jacket, pulling him close, yanking his shirt to pull him closer. He knows why. He knows. “Danny,” Yuta says, pulling away. “I kissed you because I wanted to.” He’s breathing too heavily for this to look normal. “I kissed you because I always want to.”

Danny breaks into this sweet, devastating smile. Something Yuta never expected to see from Danny, and never toward him. “You want me,” Danny says.

“I’ve sucked your dick, like, a hundred times since March, and now you realize that?!” Yuta exclaims. “You’re stupider than you look.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny growls, and he kisses Yuta again, insistent and firm and knee-weakening. He tries to pull Danny as close as possible, slotting a knee between Yuta’s thighs and pushing up. Danny keens, whines against Yuta’s lips, and pulls him closer.

Yuta freezes when he hears someone clear their throat.

They pull apart, almost reluctantly.

“Um,” Danny says. “Fuck. Uh, hi, Dad.”

Yuta’s eyes widen. “Hi, Mr. Garcia,” he squeaks out. He clears his throat. “I mean. Hello, sir.” He sticks out his hand. “I’m Danny’s – um. Boyfriend? Date? To the wedding.”

“I can see that,” Mr. Garcia says, nodding to Yuta, firmly. Yuta stands his ground and pretends he’s not panicking a little.

“I – Danny didn’t tell me you were coming tonight.” He’s aiming for conversational, but he can hear that his voice is panicked and a little high pitched.

“Is that so, Daniel?” His father looks at Yuta and Danny rolls his eyes. “We weren’t able to get here until after the ceremony, but you knew we would be here.” He turns toward Danny, the expression surprisingly familiar. “Trying to hide me from your boyfriend, Daniel?”

“He’s – Dad, can we not?” Danny pouts, and Yuta resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Like, of all days.” To Yuta’s surprise, Danny reaches out and grabs Yuta’s hand. “Can we just have tonight to chill? You can interrogate him tomorrow.”

Mr. Garcia looks between the two of them for a moment, and Yuta almost holds his breath. He doesn’t know what for. But he’s holding.

“Fine,” Mr. Garcia says. “How about tomorrow at the brunch? The whole family is expected to be there.”

Danny wrinkles his nose. “Do I have to?”

“Do you want me to interrogate your boyfriend now?”

Danny sighs. “No. What time is it at?”

“One in the afternoon.”

“Do I have to be sober?”

Mr. Garcia chuckles. “No, I guess not.” He nods to Yuta. “Keep him from doing anything stupid, okay?”

“Hey!”

Yuta laughs. “I will, sir.”

Mr. Garcia nods and walks away, off to a pretty woman who looks strikingly like Danny.

“That your mom?” Yuta asks, as Mr. Garcia presses a kiss to her forehead.

Danny nods.

“She’s pretty.”

“Hey!” Danny says, shoving at Yuta’s shoulder. “Don’t hit on my mom.”

“I’m not hitting on your – I was just making out with you!” Yuta groans. “God, is this insecurity? Is this your deal?”

“I am not insecure!” Danny half shrieks. “You were saying my mom was pretty! That’s fucking weird, dude!”

“It is not! It’s a – fuck it.” Yuta reaches out and yanks Danny in for a searing kiss, catching all of Danny’s bitchiness and swallowing it before Danny can spew it back at him. Danny makes a cute little noise, somewhere in the back of his throat, and kisses Yuta back like a battle. Yuta laughs against his lips and pokes at Danny’s waist.

“Jesus – what?”

“If we’re going to get stupid, we should go somewhere more private.”

Danny glances around. “Um. There is a bridal room.”

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “That’s a terrible idea.” He glances over to where Carla is sitting with her bridesmaids, laughing about something. “Let’s do it.”

Danny drags Yuta by the arm to the bridal room, a tiny, closet-sized space that you can barely fit two of them in, let alone an entire party.

“Lock the door,” Danny says. “I, uh. I dropped a bag in here. Earlier.” His grin goes sly. “I might have had this in mind, even without the, uh. Kissing.”

“That’s what you were doing in the bathroom after the ceremony!” Yuta almost yells. “Oh, you dumb slut. I should have known.”

Danny glances over his shoulder as he shuffles his pants down his legs. “I think this is a sign I’m a smart slut, actually.”

Yuta shrugs, shoving his own dress pants just low enough to get his dick out. He strokes himself once, just to get himself a little relief, but it doesn’t work.

“You open yourself up, huh?” Yuta asks. He grabs at Danny’s asks, pulling apart his cheeks. “Aw. You didn’t.”

“I was being a wedding guest and drinking,” Danny snaps back. “You do it if you want to fuck me so bad.”

Yuta presses him to the wall with his body. “Yeah? Don’t mind if I do.”

He grabs the lube from Danny’s hands, resisting the urge to spray it in Danny’s face just as revenge for him being so annoying, and drips some onto his fingers.

“So fucking hot,” he mumbles, kissing at the soft space behind Danny’s ear. Danny sighs, pressing his ass backward. Yuta groans at it, sliding his dick between Danny’s cheeks. “If you do that, I can’t get my dick in you.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Shit. Yeah, hold on.” He pulls forward and turns, bracing his elbows on the sink. He glances over his shoulder and winks. “Come on. We won’t break it.”

“Tell that to that headboard at that one hotel in Garland,” Yuta chuckles, but he strokes between Danny’s cheeks to find his hole and, gently, reverently slides a finger in.

Danny’s loud enough that Yuta has to slap a hand over his mouth.

“Quiet,” Yuta hisses. “You really think you want your dad walking in here after we just met?”

“Ew,” Danny says against the palm of Wheeler’s hand. “You couldn’t have used, like, literally anyone but my dad?”

“Fine,” Yuta says. “You want some random bridesmaid coming in here?” He pumps his finger to hear some truly magnificent sounds tumble from Danny’s lips. “You want somebody to see you?”

Danny whimpers and nods.

“The point is, you’d like it if other people walked in,” Yuta says, and he presses his hand more firmly against Danny’s mouth as he works Danny slowly open, little circles that have Danny panting wet and hot against his hand. “That’s why you get off so hard when we’re fucking at venues, isn’t it?”

Danny nods, pushing back against Yuta’s finger.

“You want somebody to watch us?” Yuta asks, and Danny’s so relaxed, so ready, that Yuta’s able to add another finger. “See the way I fuck you?” He scissors his fingers and Danny slumps forward, Yuta’s hand moving from his mouth.

“Yes,” Danny whispers. He’s rocking his hips against Yuta so insistently that all Yuta has to do is keep his hand still and Danny does all the work. “Want – maybe Mox?”

“Oh,” Yuta laughs. “Now that you got me under your weird little sexy spell, you wanna get Mox in on it too?” He chuckles, gripping Danny’s ass with the hand not otherwise occupied. “Maybe we both fuck you at once, right?”

“Jesus Christ,” Danny says. “You want me to blow my load already?”

“Could be fun,” Yuta says, twisting his fingers to get a gasp from Danny. “Make you clean up my hand when you come in it.”

“There’s a sink, right there,” Danny points. “But, like. Okay.”

Yuta snickers. “Dumb slut energy.”

“You’re a dumb slut too, jackass,” Danny says, and he’s taking all three fingers like it’s nothing. Yuta pulls his fingers out and slicks up his dick. “Fucking me all desperate in a bridal room at a hotel ballroom?” His breath catches as Yuta lines his cock up with Danny’s hole. “That’s a slut move.”

“Well, then, we’re both sluts,” Yuta says. He teases the head of his cock into Danny, slowly, so neither of them get too loud. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Danny exhales slowly as Yuta pushes further in. “You do, too. You always do.” He whines, high pitched and needy, as Yuta bottoms out.

“You good?” Yuta asks. He’s breathing heavily. He doesn’t know when it started.

“Yeah,” Danny gasps. “Yeah, definitely good. Come on.” He pulls forward and pushes back just enough for Yuta to really feel him. “Fuck me good so I can’t speak. Don’t wanna get walked in on.” He winks at Yuta from over his shoulder.

“Did you just – are you – fucking fine.”

Yuta fucks Danny with intent, with focused, firm strokes. He’s got a hand around Danny’s cock while he does it.

“I think I like that idea from earlier,” Danny says, panting. “You – you should come in me. Make me feel it all as we say goodbye to everybody and go back to the hotel.” He hums, high pitched and whining. “Oh, god.”

“Then, what?” Yuta says. “You come in my hand and I feed it back to you?”

The open, wanting sound that comes from the back of Danny’s throat is almost too much for Yuta to handle. He speeds up his hand and his hips.

“Yeah,” Yuta says. “Yeah, I like that. You’ll feel me the whole time we go back out there.” He laughs, stroking Danny’s grip more tightly. “You’ll be saying goodbye to Grandma and I’ll get into a detailed conversation with your uncle, just to make you wait longer.

“Okay, in theory, this is good,” Danny says. “But mentioning my family is, like, gonna kill my boner.”

“Noted,” Yuta says. “Then maybe,” he fucks Danny, rolling his hand on the head of Danny’s dick, “I get on a phone call with Mox that can’t wait. Maybe I tell him all about this.”

Danny comes without anything else, into Yuta’s hand, and it’s – Yuta’s gone. He comes so deep into Danny he thinks he might have burnt a mark into him, and settles, rolling airplane-stiff shoulders.

Danny turns around with a grin on his face, and licks Yuta’s hand dry.

“You were just waiting to do this, weren’t you?” Yuta asks. “You should have said something sooner. We could have saved a bunch of loads of laundry.”

Danny laughs as he licks once more up the side of Wheeler’s pinky. “Didn’t think you’d want to,” Danny murmurs, leaning back against the sink. With his pants down his hips, his tie disheveled, and his shirt all mussed, Danny look like some sort of romance novel dream.

“Come here,” Yuta says, and he reaches out to yank Danny into him. Danny kisses him deep, like he means it, like he wants Yuta to taste the come he’d drawn out of Danny, and it’s enough to make Yuta weak in the knees.

“We really do have to get back out there soon,” Yuta mutters against Danny’s lips. “As good as you were at staying quiet, there’s a limit to how long we can be gone without people knowing where we were.”

“That something you learned from Mox?” Danny teases, and he pulls his pants back up and does the belt. “How do I look?”

“Freshly fucked,” Yuta says. “Let me – get over here.”

Danny and Yuta slap at each other at failed attempts at getting each other presentable and washed up, but it’s a good enough lie at it when they leave the room that they don’t feel too worried.

They stumble out of the room, still grinning, and immediately run into Danny’s cousin Megan.

“Oh, are you serious?” Megan says, rolling her eyes. “Danny, Jesus, you could keep it in your pants for the wedding?”

“Don’t tell Carla,” Danny says. “Or my dad. Or my mom. Actually, don’t tell anybody, or I’ll tell Grandma about that time you came to Thanksgiving high and backed into her rose garden.”

Megan’s face goes wide and panicked. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I won’t,” Danny says, “if you keep quiet about this.”

With an eye roll, Megan walks away. “Fine,” she yells over her shoulder. “You still fucking suck, though.”

“She doesn’t mean it,” Danny says, once Megan has walked away. “She loves me.”

“Does she?” Yuta asks. “Because it seems like the two of you want to kill each other.”

“Only when we’re sober,” Danny explains. “Speaking of which, let’s get to the bar. I wanna do some shots.”

“We need to go back to the hotel,” Yuta says. He leans in, “Or do you want other people to see my come leaking out of you?”

Danny goes pink. “Fuck. You’re right.” He exhales slowly. “If you say shit like that all the time, I’m gonna have a really hard time keeping it in my pants. Don’t say that shit at work if you know what’s good for you.”

“I know what’s good for you,” Yuta says, grinning as he makes his way down the stairs to the door. “And it’s my dick, right?”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Danny says, and he takes off down the stairs beyond Yuta. “Come on. I think you have to fuck me again.”

“It’s been minutes.”

“And?” Danny asks. “What, you too much of an old man to get it up or something?”

“Fuck off!” Yuta says. “God, you’re annoying. Go get in the car.” He pauses. “Actually. You need to say goodbye to everybody, first.” He grins at Danny. “It would be rude to leave without telling people.”

He watches how Danny wiggles, just the tiniest bits, as he talks to his family and says goodbye. Yuta plays the perfect gentleman, shaking hands and sharing smiles, until Danny gets a hold of his hand and yanks.

“Alright, well,” Danny says. “We’re getting tired. Congratulations again, Carla.”

She eyes Danny and Yuta for a minute. “Yeah,” she says. “Thanks. And I’ll pretend I didn’t see the two of you leaving the bridal room earlier.”

Yuta feels himself flush as Danny drags him out of the car. “Took you long enough,” Danny says. “What, are you trying to woo my entire family?”

“I’m apparently your boyfriend now, so I want them to like me.”

Danny throws Yuta truly sinful smile as he slides into the driver’s seat. “Yeah? You gonna try and stay around for a while?”

“Only because you like me so much.”

Danny laughs, throwing his head back as he starts the car.

“Don’t crash it with your hornyvision,” Yuta warns as he slides into the seat. “I can’t believe you’re gonna make me fuck you again, already. You’re awful.”

“I’m not gonna make you fuck me. What is wrong with you?” Danny scoffs, pulling out of the driveway. He wiggles. “Oh, god. It’s getting really uncomfortable.”

Yuta shrugs. “You earned it.”

Danny blushes pink and goes silent.

“Oh, that a thing you like?” Yuta asks. “You wanna hear that you got what you deserved or something?”

“This is just a dick move now,” Danny grumbles.

“You’re lucky the hotel is close to the venue,” Yuta muses.

“You’re not,” Danny bitches back. “You probably have to wait another, like, ten minutes before you can even think about a boner.”

“Why are you insulting me right after we decided to be, like, a thing?” Yuta asks. But he knows he’s laughing. “You changing your mind? Only want me for my dick or something?”

“Of course not,” Danny says. He takes the turn toward the hotel. “I like you because you’re a good wrestler and you’re hot.”

“Oh, so I’m a piece of meat to you,” Yuta says. “You might as well date a fleshlight.”

“Nah. Fleshlights can’t fuck me into next week or take me to dinner.” He flashes a gentle smile over to Yuta, completely disconnected from his words, when he hits a red light. “Which, um. Tomorrow? Night? Since we don’t leave until Wednesday morning.” He flutters his eyelashes and smiles.

Yuta reaches out and touches Danny’s hand. Danny immediately flips his over and laces their fingers. “Yeah,” Yuta says. “Yeah, I’ll take you to dinner.”

“I’ll take you to dinner,” Danny corrects, parking the car.

“What? Why?” Yuta steps out of the car and leans on the hood while Danny carefully wiggles himself out. “You asked me to take you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but now I want to take you to dinner.” He wrinkles his nose. “Actually, I want you to fuck me again and then to take a shower. This is getting weird.”

Yuta snickers the whole way up to the hotel room. Danny glowers, shifting his hips every few seconds.

“Are you done making jokes about how I can’t get it up again?” Yuta murmurs, getting into Danny’s space in the elevator. Danny leans against the wall.

“Don’t have proof you can yet,” Danny taunts back.

Yuta grabs his hand and places it on his crotch, allowing Danny to feel that he is, in fact, ready to go again. “How about now?”

Danny presses his lips together, squeezes his hand gently, and exhales. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Yeah, I – okay.”

Danny unlocks the door with impressive speed, then turns and grabs Yuta by the tie and yanks him into the room. Yuta gets straight up dizzy. He hadn’t realized he could get harder, but here he is.

“Pants down,” Yuta says. “I gotta – fuck.”

Danny yanks at his tie and pulls it off over his head, unbuttoning his shirt with surprisingly deft fingers. “Nah,” he says. “I’m getting naked for this one.” He looks Yuta up and down. “And so are you.”

Yuta shrugs and unbuttons his shirt two down and then pulls everything off in one go. He almost gets stuck in his tie, but he thinks he saves it and starts on his jeans.

“Saw you get your tie stuck around your neck,” Danny says. It’s unfair how good he looks stretched across the bed. “Smooth.”

“Get on your knees and stop bitching,” Yuta says. He watches a smile spread across Danny’s face.

“Damn, alright,” Danny says. For the first time in a while, Danny does what he’s told and gets up on his knees, stretching downward like a cat. Yuta’s head spins.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, kicking off his pants. “Look at that.”

He traces his fingers along the mess left behind on Danny’s ass.

“I really can’t, but I can feel it.” He clenches on nothing and Yuta whimpers. “Yeah? You like the mess you made?”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he says, tracing his fingers along the mess then between Danny’s cheeks. He slides two fingers in easy and Danny pushes back, sighing.

“Good,” Danny murmurs. “Come on.”

“Hold on.” While the come is an interesting slickness, Yuta leans over and grabs the lube from the TV stand and coats his dick. “Okay.” His hands are a little shaky. “You ready?”

“Ready,” Danny says. “Weird to think this is fucking my boyfriend now.”

“It’d be great if you stopped talking for, like, eight minutes.”

Yuta’s never fucked Danny like this, when there’s evidence left behind of what they’d done before. He’s never been able to slide into Danny so easily, to feel that hot vice around him with every sense memory that they just did this and neither of them could get enough. He’s never fucked his boyfriend, his boyfriend who is Daniel fucking Garcia, in a hotel room before.

He drags out, taking his time and taking in the moment. Danny exhales sharply. Yuta freezes.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Danny nods. “Just – sensitive.” He turns, lips pressed together. “Don’t stop.”

“You want me to go slow?” Yuta asks. He circles his hips, slow and aching, and Danny sighs deeply into the mattress. “Take my time with you?”

“Yeah,” Danny says. His arms are stretched out in front of him, pressing against the mattress.

Yuta does as Danny requests, taking it slow and dragging. His mind is scrabbling to focus on everything at once, but each thought pops in and pops out like fireworks.

“I wasn’t really your last choice, was I?” Yuta asks, moving his hips in a gentle circle. “For the wedding.”

“No,” Danny sighs. “Wanted to ask you first. Didn’t think you’d say yes, though, so I asked everybody else.”

“Oh, baby,” Yuta says, and he trails his fingertips down Danny’s back. He can tell they’re not fucking right now. This feels like more. “I wish you’d asked. I thought you didn’t think about this as more than just a way to get your dick wet.”

“Yeah, well, that’s a bonus.”

He taps at Danny’s hip. “Roll over. I want to see you.”

Yuta pulls out and arranges Danny on the bed. His eyes are fluttered half shut, a pretty smile on his lips. “There you are,” he murmurs as he pushes back into Danny. “I’ve been fucked up over you for months, Danny. I think, maybe,” he runs his hands along Danny’s thighs. “Maybe since that first time.”

“Course you were,” Danny says, grinning up at him as his heels dig into Yuta’s back. “I’m a habit you can’t quit, baby.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You’re talking a big game for a guy who practically fell in love with me at a wedding.” He pauses. “Fuck. Pretend I didn’t say that.”

Danny shrugs. “Do you think you’re wrong or something?”

Yuta searches his eyes and sees no mockery there. He dives down and kisses Danny, tasting the implications on his lips, intent to tell a promise through his own. Danny threads his fingers in Yuta’s hair, tugging gently, and Yuta, with an involuntary twitch of his hips, comes in Danny before he can think about it.

“Sorry,” he gasps against Danny’s lips. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.” He slides down Danny’s body and takes Danny’s cock in his mouth, slides his fingers through the mess of his own come and pushes two fingers into Danny. He crooks his fingers up and sucks hard.

“Yeah, it was,” Danny says, gripping Yuta’s hair. “But, like. Yeah. I think I was – Jesus fucking Christ, Wheeler – for a long time. But I didn’t know until I saw your face when they said their vows.”

Yuta flicks his eyes up to see Danny arching his back off the bed. He wants to memorize it.

“Wheeler,” he gasps. “I think I love you.”

Yuta crooks his fingers up again and then Danny’s coming into his mouth. He swallows Danny down, stroking his inner thighs, until Danny shoves at him with his heel.

“Of course you tell me you love me when your dick’s in my mouth and I’ve got two fingers in your ass,” Yuta says, breathless. He dives down and kisses Danny deep, swallowing the whimpering moan coming from his lips. “You fucking suck.” He kisses Danny again, gentler this time. “I can’t believe I love you.” He kisses Danny’s nose, cheeks, jaw. Danny’s hands roam across his body. “But, um. Yeah. I think I figured it out way back when we – at All In.” He strokes Danny’s cheek. “When I realized I cared more about missing you than losing the match.” He leans down and kisses Danny again. “We sure fucked up being friends with benefits, didn’t we?”

Danny grins. “Yeah. You’re so sappy you fell in love with me.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “Yeah. I did.”

They fall asleep curled around each other. It’s just as good as Yuta had hoped.

Mini playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Time Bomb - All Time Low Somewhere A Click Is Ticking - Snow Patrol I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

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banannabethchase · 11 months ago

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Last Minute Mall Run

December prompt challenge day 23: Last minute Christmas shopping

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not,” Danny says, bouncing from foot to foot. “Come on, please, Anna?” He levels his best pout. “You’re the most stylish person I know.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You’re laying it on real thick.”

“I’m desperate.”

She snorts. “You’re always desperate.”

“Please come Christmas shopping with me?”

“No,” Anna says, and she looks so smug it hurts. “Mine is done and I’m not subjecting myself to the hell that is the mall on December 23rd. Not for Jesus and certainly not for you.”

Danny groans. He hadn’t rented a car – Yuta had done it because he’s weirdly obsessed with taking care of Danny or whatever – so he’s stuck. “Maybe I’ll get a Lyft or something,” he sighs, dropping onto her hotel bed.

“Just ask your boyfriend to take you,” Anna says, kicking at his shins.

“I can’t,” Danny replies. “It’s his gift I’m looking for.”

Anna cackles. “Oh, you really fucked up this time. First Christmas together and you forget to get him a gift?”

“I didn’t forget!” Danny whines. “I’ve been looking for the right thing everywhere and I have no idea what to get him.”

Anna claps him on the shoulder. “Well, good luck, buddy.” He shrugs her hand off. “If you need me, I’ll be making out with Kris.”

“You’re always making out with Kris!” Danny says, following her out of the hotel room. “You can bring her. She can help me shop!”

The elevator dings, and Ricky Starks comes out. He peers at Danny over the top of the glasses. “Shopping? This late before Christmas.” He tsks, shaking his head. “Whose ass am I saving?”

“Really?” Danny asks. Anna looks as baffled as he is.

“Of course it’s you,” Ricky says, rolling his eyes. “Come on.”

“Good luck,” Anna singsongs, and she knocks on a door.

Ricky, it turns out, is extremely good at deciding what not to buy. And at insulting Danny, but Danny decides to let him do so since this is technically a favor.

“Go for something that suggests you like him,” Ricky says, face blank as Danny shows him a blue and black plaid tie.

“I do!” Danny says. “It’s a blue tie. He likes blue.”

“It’s a tie is the problem, Daniel, not the color.” Ricky takes the tie out of Danny’s hands. “You need to get him something fun. Romantic, maybe.” He looks at Danny’s face a little too long. “Maybe something sexy.”

“I – oh.” He thinks back. Yuta’s gotten him a handful of fun things, even before they were officially together. They won’t get a real Christmas thing together with the tree and the gifts until New Year’s Eve, between Final Battle, family holiday stuff, World’s End, and all the tapings in the next few days. “I have an idea.”

On New Year’s Eve, with the ball dropping in the background and Christmas lights illuminating his face, Danny watches Yuta unwrap the gift.

“Holy shit,” Yuta says. He looks up, grinning. “This tie has steel drums on it.”

“It does,” Danny says, preening a little. “They had a station in the store where you could get something specific embroidered. It’s one of a kind.” He doesn’t mention how hard Ricky had to flirt with the clerk to get them ahead in line to make sure it was done in time. Or how hard he had to work to get Ricky to do so for a tie.

“This is so sweet,” Yuta says, and he looks genuinely touched. “Seriously, Danny. Thank you.”

Danny clears his throat. “There’s, um. There’s more.”

“More?”

Danny nods.

Yuta digs around in the bag, then pulls out the other gift. The one that’s almost as much for Danny as it is for Yuta. “Oh, baby.”

Danny shrugs. “You wanna keep me forever, right?” His brain makes a weird fizzy move when Yuta begins swinging the shiny new handcuffs on his finger.

Yuta’s grin is nothing but hungry. “Course I do.” He licks his lips. Danny couldn’t look away if he wanted to. “Why don’t we start the year off with a bang?”

#DannYuta #Hold me like a grudge verse #I will put KrisAnna EVERYWHERE I CAN #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #december prompt challenge 2023 #thanks to Sarah for helping me work out some kinks :) :) :)

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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idea throwing: Danny thinking Yuta's also a bottom and panicking about no longer having an excuse not to go after him when Yuta says he isn't

Goldangit Sarah.

Unpredictable - Also on AO3

Danny would have sworn Wheeler Yuta was just as much of a bottom as he is. He is, happily, mistaken.

Once again, Sarah is to blame for this one. Not just for the prompt, but for the conversation that sparked the prompt in the first place. Something something all their fault.

Wheeler throws Danny to the mat and puts his knee against Danny’s throat. The smell of whatever body wash he uses crashes over Danny.

“You’re doing a shitty job of being the world’s best sports entertainer,” Wheeler half snarls, a mean little grin behind it.

“Get off me,” Danny grumbles, pushing Yuta to the side and rolling out of the way. “You’re doing a shitty job of being a Blackpool Bottom Boy.”

Wheeler laughs as he runs at Danny and grabs his arm, twisting it painfully. “I’m not a bottom, dumbass, you know that.”

Danny slips, dragging them both to the floor in an unexpected pin where Danny is too baffled to kick out or respond.

“What?” Danny asks, staring at Wheeler.

He walks away and gets his hand raised by the ref, who is staring down at Danny, confused. “Take a picture,” Wheeler yells at him as he struts out of the ring, “it’ll last longer.”

Danny scrambles to his feet, trying to remember how to be a person now that he has information that changes his entire life view.

Danny catches himself sniping at everyone in the locker room, even as Rampage finishes and the rest of the wrestlers drain out.

“Who put a rat in your ass?” Daddy Magic asks, smacking his gum.

“I have never heard that expression before, but I think I dig the energy,” Cool Hand says, comb to his hair. “Who’s the rat, Danny?”

“Please stop talking about rats,” Danny says, taking off his boots. He probably was pouting, a little, but he’s earned it.

“You pissed you lost?” Magic asks. He gets in Danny’s space, resting his chin on Danny’s shoulder. It’s annoying and comforting at the same time. “Tough cookies, kitten. Win next time.”

“That’s great advice, Dad. While we’re at it, grow twelve inches.”

Magic smacks Danny on the back of the head. “I didn’t raise you this way.”

“You didn’t raise me at all!” Danny splutters. “The Dad comment was an insult.”

Ange shakes his head, looking disappointed. “What a way to speak to your fathers.”

They walk away and leave Danny annoyed, frustrated, but, most of all, disappointed in himself.

“Stupid wrestling dads,” he mumbles. He takes his time showering, head dipped under scalding heat. He managed to leave his favorite body wash at home, too. The day keeps getting worse.

The pattern continues when he hears a thud of a door open. He has an initial impulse to turn off the shower and pretend he’s not in there, but it strikes him that might be weirder than finishing his shower on his own time and leaving without acknowledging the other person.

And then he recognizes the smell of the body wash in the shower next to him, spicy and sweet all in one.

“You better not be using 3-in-1 with that hair of yours,” he calls.

“Are you talking to me while we’re in the showers?” Wheeler yells back. “Isn’t this too gay for you or whatever?”

“Nothing’s too gay for me,” Danny says back. He turns off his water, soap still clinging to parts of his body. Impulse control is for squares. “Scoot. I’m coming in.”

Wheeler pulls back the curtain to stare at him, baffled. “You’re what?”

“Coming to shower with you,” Danny says. He watches Wheeler’s eyes scan his body, lingering between his legs. Danny fights a smile. He knew it.

“Um.” Wheeler says. He’s still got the shower curtain covering his body. It’s almost dainty, for a guy who tried to kill him an hour ago. “I – why?”

“You said you were a top earlier,” Danny says. “Want to see if you’re lying or not.”

Wheeler blushes pink. It’s cute. Too cute. “I, uh. Really? You want to – wait, to see if I’m lying?!”

Danny nods. “You seem like the kind of guy who would talk a big game and end up on all fours, you know?”

Wheeler’s eyes narrow. “Just for that, I wish I’d brought lube and stuff to prove you wrong.”

Danny grins. Wheeler, for all his talents, has always been incredibly predictable. Well. Other than the top thing. That’s still blowing Danny’s mind a little. “Give me, like, two seconds.”

“You’re dripping water and soap all over the place,” Wheeler yells after him. Danny ignores him, digging around in his bag. “And how do you know I even want to fuck you?”

Danny turns around, lube and a condom dangling from his fingertips. “You see the way you’re looking at me right now?” He gestures to himself. “That? That’s how I know.”

Wheeler rolls his eyes, but pulls the curtain back. “Fine, whatever, get in here. You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re going to fuck me about it, so we both win.”

The shower feels much smaller with two people in it. “We should tilt the shower so it’s not hitting us directly,” Wheeler muses, adjusting it. “Interferes with the lube. You know.”

Danny frowns. “I actually – I didn’t.”

Wheeler grins, one of those smiles where he looks smug and pleased with himself. The same one he shot at Danny earlier that night when he won. “Aw, that’s okay. You just let me take care of you. Bottoms don’t have to do anything but stand still and look pretty.” He fucking winks.

Danny’s about to reply with a scathing retort, something he thinks would have been incredibly witty, good enough to write down, but Wheeler leans in to him. He presses Danny against the wall with an arm against the tile above Danny’s head. “Yeah,” Wheeler says, “pretty. Just like that.”

Danny swallows. “Oh.”

Wheeler licks his lips slowly, and Danny can almost feels his gaze scan down his body. He’s hard already. “Your dick’s pretty, too,” Wheeler says. “So, you want me to prove I’m a top? Want me to fuck you until you can’t breathe?”

“Um. Yeah, uh. Sure.”

Wheeler looks amazing like this, confident, wet hair giving him this messy, bad boy look Danny’s always been a sucker for. He leans in, inhaling deeply as he nuzzles at Danny’s neck. “I like whatever soap you’re using,” he murmurs, lips so close to Danny’s neck he can feel the breath. “You smell great.”

“Thanks,” Danny replies. “You, uh. You too.”

Wheeler locks his eyes on Danny as he reaches down and grabs Danny’s hand. “You want me to fuck you, yeah?”

“Yes,” Danny says. He clears his throat, determined to let go of the little desperation in his tone. “I mean, yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Wheeler laughs. “Gotta kiss you first, though. Come here.” He tilts Danny’s chin and leans in. Danny’s head spins, expecting a push and aggression in the kiss, but that’s not what he gets. Wheeler starts out with a gentle press of the lips, kisses to Danny’s top and bottom lips, before Wheeler catches Danny’s bottom lip with his teeth and nips. It’s soft beyond words, and Danny fights to keep his knees steady. Wheeler presses again, something a little stronger, but no insistent tongue, not yet. Danny catches himself whimpering and pulling Wheeler closer, desperate for more of a touch.

“Careful now,” Wheeler laughs, lips moving down Danny’s neck. “Can’t go to fast. Want to make sure you don’t have any doubts about me after this.”

Danny intends to say something back, to tell Wheeler he better not be left with any doubts, when Wheeler lines his entire body up against Danny’s. The heat of it makes Danny lose his balance a little, and Wheeler slides his thigh, still slick with soap, between Danny’s to keep him standing. The slight brush of his leg against Danny’s cock is enough for Danny to moan and drop his head against the tiled wall.

“Pretty,” Wheeler says. He leans in and kisses Danny. It’s deep this time, slow but intentional and all Danny can do is circle his arms around Wheeler’s back and hold on.

The rhythm with each other is almost immediate; Danny figures out how Wheeler kisses faster, even, than he figured out how Wheeler wrestles. He feels like everything from earlier is being washed away with the soap as he’s taken apart with Wheeler’s gentle hands and talented tongue.

“Want you,” Danny says. He has to blink to keep his eyes open, to look at Wheeler. “I – I want you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” Wheeler says. He slides his hand down to pick up the lube. “Turn around, baby, let me take care of you.”

Danny’s entire body shivers, and Wheeler laughs. It’s not mean, exactly. But it’s not sweet. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Danny turns, biting at his lip as Wheeler’s hand trails down the center of his back. The touch feels like fire on his sensitive skin, the scalding water from early already lighting up his nerves like preparation for what happens next.

“You tell me if anything isn’t right,” Wheeler says, and his mouth is right by Danny’s ear, and he’s so close, and he smells so good, and Danny might die. “Say it. Tell me you’ll talk to me if anything’s wrong.”

“I’ll – oh, my god. Yes, I’ll tell you.” Danny’s fingers are shaking. Whether it’s anticipation, desire, or something else he’s never allowed himself to admit, he’s not sure. “Anything.”

“Good boy,” Wheeler says, and when he presses his lips to the back of Danny’s neck, he thinks there’s never been anything in his life that’s made him feel like this.

Wheeler’s fingers slide down Danny’s back again, but, this time, slide between his cheeks. Danny moans, biting down on his lip to keep it quieter.

“Oh, no,” Wheeler says, freezing. “No, I want to hear you. Don’t quiet yourself, baby.” He leans in and catches Danny’s earlobe in his teeth. “I want you to make noise.”

Danny’s breath feels punched out of him. He balances his hands on the wall, the cool tile a shock to his system. “Yes, okay,” he promises. “I – I will.”

“You’re cute like this,” Wheler murmurs, gently nudging Danny’s legs apart with his thigh. “So sweet. Being so good for me.”

“Good?” Danny mumbles before he can stop himself.

“Very good,” Wheeler assures him, and the praise sings through him, makes him glow. “Now, I’m going to touch you. Let me know if you need more lube, more time, less pressure. Anything.”

“I will, Wheeler,” he promises. “I will.”

Danny has to drop his head against the tile wall when Wheeler’s finger traces around the rim of his hole, gently testing the resistance, letting Danny adjust.

“More,” Danny says. “Please, I need it.”

“You need it,” Wheeler says, amused. Danny’s shocked just a little by the feel of the cooler lube against him, but it warms quickly from their bodies. Wheeler slides a finger in slowly, and it’s so good Danny’s vision swims. “Interesting. Thank you for telling me, baby.”

Baby. The word strikes Danny like lightning, gets him pushing back against Wheeler’s hand for more, deeper, harder.

“Another,” he gasps, “please. Now.”

“Okay,” Wheeler laughs. If Danny really listens, he can hear some of the hesitation in his voice, the tiniest bit of anxiety that he might mess up behind the confidence.

Danny lets out a moan he can’t hold back and doesn’t want to as Wheeler gently works in a second finger. “Like that,” he whispers.

“You take me so well,” Wheeler says. “Can’t wait until it’s my cock in you.” One of Danny’s feet slips, but Wheeler catches Danny with his free hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just. God, I want you.”

“Good to know.”

Wheeler gets focused on stretching Danny open, the third finger getting Danny to make unstoppable little noises that seem to egg Wheeler on.

“I’m ready,” Danny says. “Come on, please?”

“You sure?” Wheeler asks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Danny turns. “Seriously? Now you don’t want to hurt me?”

“Earlier it was my job to hurt you!” Wheeler says. “Here my job is to make you feel good.”

Danny presses his lips together, fighting a smile. “Your, uh. Your job to make me feel good?”

Wheeler nods and leans in, catching Danny’s lips in a quick kiss. “Gotta take care of my bottom, right?”

“Your – I –” Danny forgets how words work as he hears the condom open. “Yeah, okay. Yeah. Your – yours. Yeah, yours.”

He watches as Wheeler slides the condom onto his cock, his mouth watering. If it goes well, maybe he’ll get Wheeler to let him blow him.

“You ready?”

“Yes!” Danny says. “Yes, I’m ready. I’ve been ready.”

“No need to get snippy,” Wheeler mutters. He lines the head of his cock up with Danny’s hole, hands spreading his cheeks, just a little. “You tell me if –”

“I will, just – I. Yes.”

Wheeler pushes in so slowly that Danny may be aging twenty years before he settles flush against Danny’s ass.

“God, you feel good,” Wheeler says, voice a bit of a giggle. “Fuck. This was not how I expected my night to go.”

“Yeah?” Danny asks, wiggling his hips to earn a gasp from Wheeler. “Me either.”

Wheeler’s thrusts are slow and gentle at first. Danny doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s sweet and good in ways he’s not used to.

“Harder,” Danny asks. “You don’t have to be cute about it.”

“Cute about – Jesus Christ, fine.”

And Danny’s vision does white out. Wheeler starts pounding into him with the speed and tenacity he uses in his attacks in the ring, force and concentration and undeniable skill combining into a talent beyond his years. Danny thinks he could write a song about the feeling of Wheeler’s cock pulling out of his hole and plunging back in, the way Wheeler’s hand on Danny’s shoulder feels like a vice grip, the way Wheeler bites at the back of Danny’s neck like he’s trying to brand him as his own.

Danny’s mind goes a little blank, devoid of all the problems that have been breaking him down over the past few weeks, and just leans into the feeling. Wheeler takes care of him in ways he didn’t even know he needed, with kisses to his spine, a gentle hand curled around his cock, words of encouragement and fucking with intent.

Danny feels that he’s close slowly as it coils up in his spine and waits to be unleashed.

“Wheeler,” he murmurs, “I’m – I’m gonna.”

“Go ahead, baby,” Wheeler says. “Go ahead, baby, I got you.”

Danny feels Wheeler’s grip tighten and he comes so hard he almost slides down the wall, only standing because Wheeler’s pinned him against the wall with his own body. He chokes out a moan dangerously close to Wheeler’s name.

“I – I need to…” Wheeler sounds desperate. Finally.

“Yes,” Danny says, head spinning. “God, yes.”

Wheeler picks up the pace and groans loudly as he comes, driven so deeply into Danny that it feels like he’s locked there forever. Danny thinks that would be okay with him.

“Oh my god,” Wheeler mumbles. Danny feels his forehead drop down on his shoulder blades. “What a fuckin’ way to end a Wednesday.”

Danny laughs and reaches down, tangling Wheeler’s hands in his. “Yeah?”

“You were so good,” he murmurs into Danny’s skin. “God, you – so good.”

“Really?”

Wheeler pulls out of him slowly, leaving Danny empty, then turns Danny to him. He leans in and kisses Danny on the forehead. “Really.”

Danny gives in to an impulse and wraps his arms around Wheeler, dropping his head down onto his shoulder. He worries for a second, as Wheeler stiffens, that it’s the wrong move. But then Wheeler pulls him in and holds him, lips to his temple and it feels like home.

They stay like that for a few moments, but soon finish their shower. Danny steals some of Wheeler’s body wash, and won’t admit it’s so he can remember this a little longer.

“It’s not three in one,” Wheeler says, pouring his shampoo into his hand. “I still can’t believe you think that little of me.”

Danny shrugs. “Maybe it was a bad pickup line. You’ll never know.” He grins and kisses Wheeler’s cheek, stepping out to dry off. “Whatever it was it worked.”

Danny’s left to settle what’s happened into his skin as Wheeler finishes up. He’s left with time to think, things that worry him.

He can’t pull himself into that space, though. He feels too content. It’s the first time in a long time.

Wheeler steps out of the shower and smiles at him.

“Okay, I concede.”

“Huh?” Wheeler turns to him as he rubs a towel through his hair. It’s cute. Danny’s so mad he’s so cute.

“You’re a top.” He stretches, rolling his shoulders.

Wheeler turns a little pink again, his smile charming and warm. Danny wants to put it into his pocket and keep it forever. “Glad you believe me now. You feel okay?”

“Sore in the best way,” Danny says. He wiggles a little bit. “Yeah, I’ll be feeling you tomorrow.” He meant to say it. He meant to say it, not you.

When he manages to look up again, Wheeler is studying him, eyes serious. “Yeah?”

Danny nods.

They dry themselves off and change in silence. They’ve got to be the last few in the venue, if his phone is right. 11:48pm.

“Do you, um. Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Wheeler asks. He adjusts his BCC hoodie. Danny wants to sleep in it. “You don’t have to.”

“You mean it?” Danny says. “That – that I can stay?” He was supposed to share with Magic and Ange tonight. He doesn’t want to.

Wheeler nods and steps into Danny’s space, catching his hand and running his thumb along his skin. “I want you to.”

Danny nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

He takes Wheeler’s hand. And wonders what comes next.

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