#Kallie’s fic requests!

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Lovely Lady May

Happy Sunday everyone! Shout out to the anon who asked for this, sorry it took me so long I am terrible at writing endings… Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Danny Wagner X fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ only!! Minors you don’t even want to look this direction. Breeding kink, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, oral (fem rec), lotsa dirty talk, food play, some persuasion if you see it that way, some plot, little editing

Word count: 6k

Danny Wagner. You’d had your eye on him for quite some time. He was perfect; thick head of hair, broad and sturdy frame, good facial bone structure. Yeah, he would do. Once you had decided it was him all that was left was to figure out how to approach him, win over his favor, get him to agree to what you wanted.

You knew Danny Wagner, had known him for years much like everyone knew everybody in this tiny Midwest town you’d all grown up in. He was a funny kid in high school, you never paid him much attention though admittedly you often had too much preoccupying your time back then.

In present time much of that distraction was gone. The youth did tend to leave this town while they could, leaving behind only those who had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do but stay home and find work. That’s exactly what you had done, in the years after high school you had opened a bakery in the tiny square downtown where all the wandering tourists from the next town over stopped for some gas along the way or found a cheaper place to stay.

Rent in town was cheap, that’s how you’d managed to secure your loft just above the bakery. It was small, quaint, but you had spent the last six years happily alone here making it your home. Happily that was until about a year ago when you decided that all you had in life just wasn’t enough anymore.

It started with seeing old friends finally coming back to visit family after settling down. Most of them had gotten married, and more than a few were already having kids.

It was the holiday season and you were up to your elbows in flour and sugar, scrambling to get all your orders done while also keeping the bakery itself stocked for the walk-in customers. Your high school best friend was in town, you’d almost forgotten until she walked through the door of the shop, one arm pushing the heavy glass door open while the other cradled a small bundle.

She had a baby, not even six weeks old yet, still wrinkly and warm and smelling like the sweet treats you made day in and day out. You spent the next three days visiting with her while she was in town, each time immediately plucking the babe from where it slept and placing it right in your arms. That’s when the baby fever started.

You thought it would go away, wanting a baby wasn’t exactly in the cards for you right now considering your last relationship ended the summer after senior year. As the months passed on though, you found yourself staring longingly at each little child that walked into your shop, eyes round and wide with excitement as they peered through the display cases of cookies and cakes.

It had only been a couple of months since you actually decided on going through with your plan. In fact you nearly considered forgetting it all together until you found the right person for the job.

Danny Wagner. He never left town either, opting to stay home and help his family with their business. An apple orchard right at the edge of the city limits.

You knew the place well since opening your shop, preferring to purchase local, organic, ingredients whenever you could.

At this time of year, weekly with the orders you placed from the orchard, your crates of freshly picked apples in their vibrant green, shades of red and orange, and yellows came delivered by Danny.

“A slice of apple pie today?” You called from over your shoulder as you transferred the dozen of honeycrips from their wooden crate to the large stainless sink in the back of the bakery to be washed and prepped later.

“If you’re offering” Danny replied with a smile on his face, a smile you’d grown quite accustomed to seeing when you started giving out a slice of apple pie after every delivery. It only seemed fair he got a piece considering it was his apples you used, and they really did make a difference.

With the crate cleared you pulled the wash towel from your apron and gave your hands a good drying before untying the cotton cloth from around your waist and setting it aside. “Do you have a minute?”

“Umm sure” Danny set the extra boxes of things you’d ordered on the counter next to your apron, curious about what you had in mind.

“I’m actually tweaking the recipe a little bit. Was wondering if you wanted to come upstairs and try it out for me?” You voice sounded calm and resolved, but you hoped Danny couldn’t see the slight tremble in your hands as you waved him over to the unassuming stairs that lead directly up to your loft.

Danny followed quietly, he had obviously never been up here before so he was busy taking in the surroundings when you reached the top. It gave you a bit of relief that he wasn’t paying too much attention to how you anxiously fluttered around the small kitchenette.

“I never realized you lived up here” Danny mentioned as his eyes scanned the open space, the only privacy it offered was a door to your bedroom and a door to the bathroom, everything else was right in sight from where he sat.

“What? You thought I could afford a business and my own place all on my own?” You joked. That was the normal atmosphere between you two, a lot of joking, a little flirting maybe if you squinted, but mostly just kindness.

“Well I’d say you’re doing pretty well for yourself regardless” Danny replied, finally turning his attention to you alone when he heard the sound of a knife cutting against a porcelain pie dish.

“Thanks”. You set the plate down in front of him, letting your hand brush across the top of his shoulders as you went back for the fork, waiting patiently as he took the first bite.

“Wow, if I didn’t already think you made the best damn apple pies I’ve ever had in my life, I sure do now”. He tried another larger taste, turning the fork sideways to slide through the flakey crust and scoop some of the filling into the perfect bite. A look of pure satisfaction washed over his face as he chewed. No matter how often he had your pies he did always seem to really enjoy them and it always made your day.

“So Danny…” you trailed off, trying to maintain your resolve to your goal as he continued on eating. “You would say we’re friends right?”

“Of course” he quickly replied after swallowing.

“So I can ask you something in confidence? Well, it’s a favor really”.

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a charming half smile, one that made you swoon just a little if you were completely honest with yourself. That was besides the point though, you had him here right where you wanted him and now you needed to focus. “Have you ever thought about having kids?”

Danny’s smile faded, though he didn’t seem upset, just curious again about where exactly this was going. “Sure, I have a little” he answered truthfully, adding more after a bit of consideration “I do want some, yeah”.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently” you admit, leaning against the counter so your still unsteady hands would have something to grip onto. You knew this was a big ask and it could go over very badly, but you had to try. “I want one, sooner rather than later. Problem is I’ve looked into IVF, it’s hella expensive and I don’t know if you know but owning a business doesn’t come with very good health insurance”.

It had all made sense in your head when you planned it out, finding a man to ask to be willing to make a baby with you, but when you tried to explain your thoughts out loud they started to sound less and less rational. Still, you pursued since you seemed to have kept his attention for this long. “I’ve been saving up for almost a year, and I have a friend that’s going to give her used baby stuff to me. All I need is someone willing to help me out…”

Danny was quiet again, his eyes falling to the crumbs on his plate for a moment as he thought. “Are you saying you want me to get you pregnant?”

You pressed your thighs together as you clenched around nothing. It wasn’t besides either of you exactly how that would have to come about, but even though the sex would be purely transactional it didn’t help that you’d come to find Danny extremely attractive and the way he spoke was already doing things to you that you weren’t prepared for.

“Yes, that is what I’m asking”. It was getting harder and harder to sound confident, your nerves finally taking completely over as you scrambled to plead your case. “I wouldn’t expect anything from you obviously. I’ll have plenty of support from my family and I’m looking at getting a bigger place soon. No one will ever have to know you’re the biological father”.

Danny stood slowly and your heart sank, expecting he was preparing to leave because your idea was actually crazy. Instead he only stood there, his height exceeding yours by a few inches but the way he awkwardly slouched a little and rubbed at his bare upper arms made him seem less intimidating and more approachable.

You took the step forward, reaching out for one of his hands to cradle in your own, a simple touch you hoped would show him how grateful you were for his consideration. “You don’t have to give me an answer now, but would you think about it? For me?”

With the closer distance between you two now you could see the way Danny’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. His eyes fell down your body for a moment as a shuddering breath escaped him. “When,” he began, shaking his head softly and bringing his gaze back up to meet yours dead on, “when do you want to try this?”

Your heart felt like it stopped, was he seriously agreeing? Danny was always a nice guy, a people pleaser, a hard worker, and an all around joy, but even then a part of you still expected him to at least politely decline.

“I’m ovulating right now actually” you blurted out. Yeah, that was a real mood setter.

Danny chuckled, the sweet sound jumpstarting your drive. “Right now?” His dark brows raised in playful question, his hand in yours turning over to sneak up your arm and pull you closer. “Are there any rules in this agreement?”

“Rules?” You mumbled, the feeling of his fingers gripping into your waist making your knees already feel weak.

“I mean is this just a one time thing and if it works it works, if it doesn’t it doesn’t? I’m not going to stand here and lie to you by saying I haven’t thought about being with you like this”. Danny seemed a little shy to admit his secret, but it only ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach. “I mean maybe not exactly like this, but you know what I mean”.

“Really?” You breathed, allowing your hands now to come up and rest on his shoulders, playing with the torn up hem of his cut off sleeves. “I never knew”.

“Well now you do” he smiled again, dipping his head down so that the very tip of his nose brushed against your cheekbone. Your eyes fluttered closed, preparing for the kiss you expected, but Danny only moved to whisper into your ear. “So I ask again, are there any rules?”

You thought about it for a moment, coming up with something on the spot since, surprisingly, you’d seemed to have thought of everything else but this. “For now this stays between us, we act perfectly casual around each other”. Danny nodded, finally pressing a warm plush lipped kiss to the spot behind your ear. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to roam across your neck. “While we’re doing this, no one else”.

“There is no one else” Danny mumbled against your pulse point, his other hand coming up to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Good. And most importantly, no pulling out”.

In one swift blurry motion, Danny grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, walking back to the counter where he plopped you back down and immediately connected his lips to yours. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as you kissed him back hungrily and desperately.

“Did you wear this for me then?” Danny asked as he slipped a hand between your bodies, sliding his palm up your inner thigh and underneath the hem of your floral dress. You nodded, biting your bottom lip as you leaned back to watch him explore.

“Easy access” he grinned as the tips of his fingers found the lace trim of your panties, and you gasped when he suddenly pressed his thumb to your heat, smirking at how wet you already were.

“Danny” you whined at how delicious the friction was even with the thin layer of cotton still in the way. “Are you going to play with me or are you going to give me what I want?”

“Oh I’m going to play with you” he chuckled again, his fingers pulling your panties aside to gather up your slick. “If we’re going to do this it might as well be fun right?”

Your brows furrowed, on one hand you wanted him to take this seriously. Having a baby was all you wanted right now and you were clearly prepared to do whatever it took. On the other hand, you thought he was right. You were sure you had read somewhere that the better the quality of the sex was, the higher the chances of conception were. So what was the harm?

With Danny still smirking at you as he circled his fingers around everywhere but where you really wanted him, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him back into a searing kiss. Danny groaned against your mouth and finally plunged two of his fingers inside, making your mouth fall open with a moan at the unexpected stretch.

“Yeah? That feel good?” Danny questioned in a faintly demeaning tone that made your brain go fuzzy for a few seconds.

You held onto his bicep tightly, the shiny polish coincidentally named ‘apple red’ on your nails contrasting with the way his skin turned pearly white under your grip. “Fuck, yeah that does feel good” you agreed with the breath in your lungs slipping away with each thrust of his fingers deeper into you. “But I bet you’d feel even better”.

“Patience sweetheart” Danny smiled, slowing his movements to give you room to breathe. “In time. But first…” he glanced around the counter you were still spread out on, his eyes zeroing in on a bowl covered in plastic wrap right within reach.

One hand with his fingers still buried deep inside you, Danny pulled the bowl closer to look at what was inside. “Is this the new recipe?” He questioned, seeing the thick caramel colored filling.

It was ridiculous he was concerned with that at this moment, but you played along anyway, taking the break to regain your composure so that you could continue to rival his attitude. “It is, did you like it? Though I have to admit it was mostly part of the plot to get you up here”

“Figured” Danny chuckled, shaking his head again. “I did, but do you mind if I ruin this batch?”

“What?” You were confused, not following his train of thought at all. “No, I don’t mind?”

Without another word he retreated his fingers only to lift the plastic off the bowl and dip inside. The look of pure shock you had on your face when he licked his fingers clean of both the pie filling and your juices mixed together had to be entertaining, because he chuckled even harder and leaned in to give you a taste.

While he kissed you, tongue lapping into your mouth, Danny found the buttons to the front of your dress and slowly undid them one by one, allowing the flowy fabric to slip open and expose your chest. “No bra? You’re making this too easy”.

“You prefer a challenge?” You giggled in return.

“No, this is good”. Danny leaned back, admiring your tits from a little distance before sticking his fingers back into the bowl beside you and smearing some of the filling onto your left nipple.

When his mouth connected with your chest you grabbed at his hair. Before you had always wondered how soft it would be, and now with your fingers weaving tightly through dense curls you were glad to say it was indeed very soft and smelled woodsy-sweet.

Once he had you nice and clean, your nipple now perky and covered in a sheen of saliva, Danny lathered up the right side with enough filling this time that it was dripping down your breast and onto your stomach. Danny held eye contact with you as he lowered himself, his tongue coming out to lick up the mess he’d made and then latched onto your nipple again, humming in satisfaction as it hardened up just as the other had.

Content with getting you cleaned off again, Danny lowered himself even further until he was on his knees before you, his hands diving back up your dress to find the waistband of your panties so that he could pull them off this time.

You braced yourself on your hands against the countertop and lifted your hips slightly to help, but before you could fully sit back down Danny wrapped his hand around your hip and pulled you right to the very edge. For extra support he let your legs come to rest on his shoulders, his face disappearing between your thighs as his mouth met your center.

Your back arched and your head met the cabinets with a dull thud as you held your moan in this time. Just like with his fingers, Danny didn’t waste any time in letting his tongue enter you, it’s pointed tip reaching as far as it could go. His nose pressed against the hood of your clit and you couldn’t help the groan that did come out when he started to shake his head side to side.

“Danny you’re gonna make me cum like that” you whined, sure that he could feel the way your legs started to shake and threatened to clamp shut around him.

Danny spoke quickly so that he wasn’t parted from you long enough to lose how close you were to your high. “Give it to me. I want to taste how sweet you are before I fill you up”.

“Ah fuck!” you cried out just as the band that had been tightening in the pit of your stomach snapped. You were unsure what had ultimately done it, the way he worked harder to get you there, or the salacious words spilled so freely from his dirty mouth. Either way your mind was still spinning with the after effects of your orgasm when he stood up and started unbuttoning his pants.

“Are you ready for me then?” He asked as you watched him through hooded eyes while he pulled himself from his boxers, stroking his hardened length a few times to smear his precum- not that he needed the extra lubricant, you were dripping at this point.

“Get over here and give it to me already”.

Danny clicked his tongue, but he moved back between your legs anyways, using the grip on his shaft to run the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “Still impatient. I’ll put a baby in you sweetheart don’t you worry”.

Before you could say anything else to counter his cheeky remark, Danny thrust his hips up into you until his base met your entrance. You thought you might have cum again just then by how wet you were around him, but you knew it was only because he turned you on more than you’d ever been before.

“God! Right there!” You threw one arm around his shoulders, your legs hooking back around his waist as his hips snapped back and forth knocking you against the cabinets. It was a good thing you’d flipped the sign in the window downstairs from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ when Danny arrived today, otherwise you were sure any customers who had stumbled in at this time would’ve heard you getting your world rocked above them.

“It’s gonna feel so good to cum in you” Danny groaned. You were unsure if he was still speaking to you, or if he was just rambling on to himself now by the way his voice came out breathy and strained. He had hands on your thighs, using his grip as leverage to keep his upwards thrusts just hard enough that you were seeing stars as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back.

Before long you were feeling like you were going to let go again, and he could feel the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him. Danny came first, slamming into you once more and then you felt the flood of warmth, the wild twitching of his length buried deep inside as he unloaded in you just like you’d asked.

“Hold on, let me look at you”. Danny hooked his thumbs under your dress and bunched it up at your waist then leaned back as he slowly began to slide out, still hard and throbbing. He watched in awe as his release started to dribble down, a sight he’d never had the pleasure of seeing before.

“Danny” you whimpered, still wound up from being so close to cumming yourself again.

He knew exactly what you wanted, and he could have teased you about it, but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. Pushing in again, he fucked his cum back into you a few times until you were shaking as your second orgasm rocked through you.

“How are you doing?” The kindness in Danny’s voice returned and he helped tuck your tousled hair behind your ears as he kissed gently at your cheeks.

“Good…” you sighed, your body starting to relax again, “I’m doing good, thanks”.

“So do you think it’s gonna work?”

You thought maybe you could hear a bit of hopefulness, but you shook it off as your own will manifesting. “I guess we will find out in a couple of weeks”.

“You’ll let me know?” He was genuine when he asked, almost like he was afraid you’d choose to go through this alone even though you’d assured him you’d have plenty help.

“Sure” you nod your head and he helped you off the counter before retrieving your underwear from the floor. You didn’t even bother putting them back on, a shower was definitely within order before getting back to work.

“Well, see you around then?” He lingered by the door to the stairs, glancing around your apartment a few more times.

“Yeah Danny, I’ll see you around”. You held the door open for him, confident he could make his way back down to the large kitchen at the back of the bakery and out the way he always came in. “Again, thank you”.

He offered one last smile that warmed your heart to the core, “don’t mention it”.

Three days passed and you went about your life like normal. Of course you wanted to believe that it had worked, that you were cooking up your own little bun in the oven as you loaded trays of cookies into the ones at the shop.

Danny was always around, he made deliveries in town nearly everyday, usually always about noon, but today it was nearly six in the evening when the bell to the front door rang. You turned around, your face lighting up when you saw it was Danny paying you a visit.

“Closing soon?” He asked as he watched you cleaning up, broom in hand and a damp rag around your shoulder with glass cleaner stuffed in your pocket.

“In a little while. What can I do for you?” You set the broom aside, but finished buffing off the tiny fingerprints on the display case, smiling at the memory of the little boy who had excitedly picked out a chocolate muffin. If you had a boy would he like chocolate as much as this little one had? Or maybe a girl who liked strawberry.

“My dad said you hadn’t placed an order for next week yet. He wanted to know if he needed to set anything aside for you”.

“Oh, right”. A part of you had wished Danny was stopping by specifically to check in on you, but even if he was just here on business it was nice to see him. “Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my mind recently. Let me go check in the back, I’m sure I can make a list right quick”.

Danny had shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling a little out of place in your shop now even though he’d been here half a million times over the last few years.

You sensed his trepidation and exhaled through your nose. “Hey, I made some lemonade this morning. Want some?”

A bit of his awkwardness subsided, his charmful half smile returning as he followed you into the bakery kitchen. You finished off the picture of lemonade with two glasses, one for you and one for him, and started the search through your cabinets. Honestly you really already knew what you needed to order, same as usual a dozen of honeycrisps, a dozen granny smith, a dozen gala, two pounds of walnuts, peaches and blackberries were about to be done for the season so you’d get whatever you could, and it was about to be that time of year to start harvesting some beautiful pumpkin for bread and pie and even roasted seeds. Even so you fiddled around just to keep Danny here for a bit longer, at least so he could enjoy his refreshment.

“How have things been up there at the orchard?” You asked, trying to make polite conversation as you took out a pen and paper and scribbled your order.

“Busy as always, weathers been beautiful this week though so I can’t complain much”. He took another sip of his lemonade. Looked like maybe he was trying to make it last as well.

We’re talking about the weather… you shook your head and he raised a questioning brow. “Actually,” Danny moved closer to where you stood, glancing at your paper like he hadn’t delivered that order to you plenty of times and had it practically memorized. “I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to come over for dinner?”

“Dinner at the orchard? Like with your parents or something” you scoffed a little. You ask a man to creampie you one time and he wants to take you home to mom and dad.

“I mean we can invite them if you want” he chuckled himself, “but umm, no I was thinking it would just be us. I live in a townhouse not far away. Then maybe afterwards I can give you a little tour of the place”.

Danny’s hand boldly graced your lower back as he leaned in closer, his chest nearly making context with your shoulders. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been thinking about you nonstop”.

“Thinking about me? Or about our last visit?” You countered, arching your back so that your ass pressed up against his front.

“Both” he sucked in a breath, his hand coming around to grip your hip, but he didn’t pull you any closer, just dug his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. How convenient you’d planned on wearing it today without even knowing he’d be stopping by.

“Well, I’ve got another half an hour before closing. I suppose I can meet you there”. Danny had agreed to your favor, the least you could do was accept a dinner invitation.

Danny lowered his head and placed a kiss at the nape of your neck before taking a step back and composing himself. “I don’t mind waiting”.

“Suit yourself” you shrugged, tearing the page you had written on out of your notebook and folding it in half a few times. You turned around and approached him yourself and he looked excitedly expecting as you came chest to chest with him. “You’re going to help me close up then”.

Reaching around you stuffed the list into his back pocket then placed a chaste kiss to his cheek before returning to cleaning up.

With your belly full of dinner you stepped out of Danny’s truck, the kitten heel of your shoe coming into contact with gravel that broke way to lush grass as far as the eye could see becoming covered in a layer of leaves with the beginnings of the changing season. The air smelled crisp out here, earthy and sweet just like Danny’s beautiful curls.

You tried not to think of that now as he delightedly took your hand, guiding you off into the rows of apple trees that the property had earned its namesake for.

Danny whisked you around the place he’d called home his entire life, explaining to you exactly how growing apple trees worked, the science behind it, and even shared a few stories that had you giggling and taking his hand for more.

“Thanks for coming” he finished his tour with a walk through the barn that held all their order packing supplies. Crates that were easily recognizable as the ones Danny carried over his shoulder from his truck bed to your shop door, and piles of straw to stuff them with to keep the apples from bruising. A large table next to boxes stacked on boxes of mason jars ready to be filled and sent off to their eager recipients.

“Thanks for inviting me” you replied, moving to rest against the table. It was still early in the night, but you’d been up since six baking away before the shop opened, and you’d definitely worn the wrong shoes for this excursion. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always” Danny replied, keeping his distance for now, but staring longingly at you from across the open room.

“I’ve been thinking about you too. I quite enjoyed the last time I saw you”. The lights that were strung up in the pillars reflected in his eyes and you could’ve sworn you saw blush pinken his cheeks.

“That so?” He smirked, pushing off the pillar he had chosen to lean on.

“Was it not obvious?” You added, smiling as he made his way over to you again. “I mean I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I asked you for that, but you definitely delivered”.

“So,” He was right in front of you now, his eyes scanning over the length of your body as you tried to take some weight off your feet, “I know it’s only been a few days, but do you feel any different?”

You giggled, finding it cute that he wanted to know already. He seemed even more restless than you were to know if the fruits of your labor had produced. “No, nothing yet”.

“Well, maybe, if you want I mean, we could try again? For good measure?”

“Yeah?” You raised your brows and bit your lip, looking around to see if there was anything you should be weary of in the quiet barn. “Right now?” You matched the state of surprise he had when you’d asked him the same thing up in your apartment a few days ago.

“Everyone’s gone home for the night. The only thing left to worry about is how I’m going to focus at work when I remember fucking you on this table”.

“You’ll have to fuck me on this table first for that to happen Danny”.

He breached the last gap between you, cupping your face as your lips smashed together. Both of your hands went to work riding each other of as much clothing as possible, breaking the kiss only for your shirts to be peeled off and tossed somewhere to be retrieved later. Danny pulled you from your lounging position, hooking his thumbs into your skirt and panties together and pulling them down for you to step out of before lifting you back onto the table and connecting your mouths again.

You groaned as he worked to unbutton his pants, already aching to feel him inside you again. Danny parted from you to get his pants off, and when he returned he gripped your breasts, actually covered with a thin lacy bra this time, and pushed you back to lay against the polished wood.

“You’re going to be beautiful pregnant” Danny mused as he pressed kisses to your clavicle and chest.

“Danny please” you whined, reaching around to grab at his bottom, digging your blunt nails into the round of his asscheek.

“You want me to cum in you again?” He muttered against your neck, making his way up to tickle your ear with his nose and nip at your jaw. “Make sure you have my baby, hmm?”

You pulled him down, connecting your lips to his shoulder and then biting down to encourage him to hurry up already. When he entered you again the moan that ripped through you was muffled into his skin, but his voice echoed through the rafters as he quickly set a rough pace.

Danny pried your arms from him so that he could straighten up and get a good look at you from the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, to the way he disappeared so easily completely inside you. “Look at this pretty pussy, crying so sweetly for me”.

Your words were beside you, lost in a jumble in your head as the pleasure took over, but you held eye contact with him and nodded vigorously. Danny slowed for just a moment, spitting into his hand and easily finding your swollen sensitive clit with his fingers.

Your back arched off the table and you couldn’t hold back your cries anymore as Danny continued pounding into you and working his fingers at the same time. So close already, but it felt like long enough since the last time you’d had him.

With a newfound burst of energy, you gripped your chest, pinching your hardened nipples through the lace of your bra as your eyes fell shut and you felt your impending release building tight in your stomach. “Fuck Danny, I want to cum together. Please, I need to feel it!”

“Here it is sweetheart, just for you. Take it” he grunted as his hips staggered, and you whined his name one more time as your legs held him in place until both your orgsams were over.

“It definitely worked that time, had to” Danny chuckled as he helped you clean up as best he could.

“Danny?” You turned to him, your chest still feeling tight despite the rest of your body being weakened and wobbly as you stood from the table. “Do you think I’ll be a good mom?”

Danny looked surprised by your question, not that you had asked him of all people, but because there was still any doubt within you. He swallowed hard, trying to decide if what he wanted to say would be taking things too far, but ultimately deciding you guys had been so intimate already, what was a little feelings being added to the mix? “I think I wouldn’t want anyone else to mother one of my children”.

You blushed hard, moving to give him another grateful kiss. “You know, I think you’d make a great Dad too”.

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Premise: Cassie interviews Ethan about a special project.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,890

A/N: This fic was requested by @trappedinfanfiction from @creativepromptsforwriting Meet Cute list (prompt 27). Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 27, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission for @aprilchallenge prompt "kiss"

Cassie Valentine stood at the back of the recording studio and watched a team of technicians assemble a makeshift set for her interview with Edenbrook’s Chief of Medicine. It had taken weeks of coaxing for the man to agree, and she would make every minute count.

While she waited to be called, she ran through the stack of notecards in her hand. The questions prepared weren’t complicated, but her subject was cagey. Getting her guest to open up and obtain usable footage would take all her skills.

“We’re ready for you now, Dr. Valentine.”

Cassie looked up at Amalia Kallis from Edenbrook’s communication department holding a lapel microphone and transmitter. The intern from last year was now a full-time member of the team and one of a handful of people Ethan didn’t object to working with.

Amalia helped Cassie put on the lapel microphone and adjusted the cable to the transmitter, which she clipped to the waistband of her skirt. She pulled on her blazer, hiding the wires below the thick fabric, and sound-checked the microphone until the audio-visual team gave the all-clear.

“Thanks so much for doing this, Dr. Valentine,” Amalia said. “Especially so last minute.”

“I’m happy to help,” Cassie said, smiling at the gratitude on the other woman’s face. “I know how hard it was to get Dr. Ramsey to agree.”

In her role as head of community engagement, Kyra Santana was supposed to interview Ethan about expanding the community clinic for the hospital’s social media channels and donor newsletter. But she’d sprained her ankle on the way to work this morning. Rather than postpone or cancel, she had begged Cassie to take her place.

The clinic was important to Ethan—it embodied Naveen’s mission—but he had no patience for the pomp and circumstance associated with promoting it. It was a knee-jerk reaction rather than nerves. Cassie knew Ethan wasn’t a novice when it came to media.

She followed Amalia to the set, consisting of two soft armchairs in front of an Edenbrook-branded backdrop. Cassie listened to the team’s instructions, adjusted her posture when they said the light was shading her face, and sent a silent prayer of thanks that she didn’t have to do this every day.

When the door to the studio swung inward, she wanted to laugh at the irritable expression on Ethan’s face.

Earlier this morning, they’d made a bet that he wouldn’t last a day without making a single snide comment. He had vehemently disagreed, citing his infamous self-control. Looks like she was about to win.

“Alright, let’s get this dog and pony show over with,” he said impatiently, his long strides stopping mid-step when he saw Cassie.

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” he asked suspiciously, joining her on the set. “And where’s Kyra?”

“Long story, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie replied, waving one hand dismissively. “Get mic’d up, grab a seat and save the questions for later. After all, you want to ‘get this over with,’ don’t you?”

She put the last in air quotes, her eyes swimming with laughter. To everyone’s surprise, Ethan chuckled instead.

“I was being an ass, wasn’t I?”

Cassie nodded, unable to control the smile curving her lips. “And it hasn’t even been,” she checked her wristwatch, “four hours. Better clear your schedule, Dr. Ramsey. You’re covering my shift at the community clinic tomorrow. And it’s a long one.”

He harrumphed at the glee in her voice and started to roll his eyes. He stopped when he noticed the other people in the room watching them, their faces a mix of curiosity, interest and surprise.

Poor Ethan, thought Cassie, not feeling sorry at all. His reputation as a severe and demanding chief would never be the same again.

Five minutes later, they were seated across from each other and ready to begin recording. Cassie closed her eyes, took a deep breath and counted to three. She still followed the advice given by a patient during her intern year. It helped center her and clarify her focus.

She started with some light questions, easing Ethan into the interview. The team might decide to edit those out later, but she wasn’t concerned about their process. Once she saw him begin to relax, she went for the substance.

“Dr. Ramsey, why should people care about Edenbrook’s community clinic? After all, Boston is home to almost fifty hospitals and community health centers. They have options.”

“Bostonians do have choices,” he began slowly. “Our city ranks first in hospital beds per capita and other such measures nationwide. We also have the lowest percentage of uninsured patients.”

He paused to reflect before continuing. “But that doesn’t mean everyone has access to affordable healthcare.” He emphasized the last point. “Our most vulnerable populations are disadvantaged because of the increasing corporatization of medicine, which can be at odds with a patient-centered healthcare system.”

Cassie’s brows furrowed at his answer. This was supposed to be a fluffy video to make donors feel good, but Ethan clearly wasn’t following the script. She caught Amalia’s panicked look over his shoulder as the young woman scanned the prepared speaking notes.

“Many of them can’t afford to take time off work to visit a doctor, provided they can find one,” he said, unconcerned about the havoc he was causing. “Non-emergent conditions become emergent with delay. This lands them in the emergency department, increasing wait times all around and resulting in higher treatment costs because a simple cut became infected and now requires specialist treatment.”

Cassie saw the challenge glittering in Ethan’s blue eyes and knew he’d done this on purpose. If this is where their illustrious chief wanted to take it, so be it.

“But hospitals need to make money in order to stay afloat,” Cassie countered. “We need funding to afford the best doctors and the most advanced HealthTech to better treat our patients. Are you saying that’s wrong?”

Ethan sighed. “Not wrong, but perhaps a narrow view of what medicine should be.” He steepled his fingers. “All the best diagnostic technology cannot replace an essential skill any physician should have. Listening and watching. Patients often don’t know or understand what’s relevant. Even the smallest detail can be the key to unlocking the right diagnosis.”

Cassie gripped the notecards tight to prevent herself from launching at Ethan and kissing his breath away. She loved how animated his face became when discussing putting patients first. His example had formed her own worldview and approach to medicine.

But she had a job to do. Deciding to take pity on Amalia, Cassie turned the conversation back to the main topic.

“How will Edenbrook’s community clinic expansion help those vulnerable populations?”

Ethan must have read the warning in her green eyes to stay on topic. He smirked before schooling his features into a neutral expression.

“Thanks to the generosity of our donors, the expanded community clinic will be able to treat more patients. We are also adding clinic hour rotations to the intern year of most of our residency programs. This will increase the number of doctors available and reduce wait times for patients so they don’t have to delay treatment.”

Cassie asked two more questions from the list given to her, sighing in relief when Ethan didn’t go off-script, and then thanked him before signing off. The camera’s red light blinked off, and the team gave the all-clear.

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble, babe,” Cassie teased, removing the transmitter and lapel mic and handing it to the technician.

Ethan shrugged. “The board knew what they were getting when they agreed to my appointment.”

He smiled when Amalia walked up to them. “Well? Do you think you have enough footage?”

“Absolutely, Dr. Ramsey,” Amalia confirmed. Her voice rose in excitement, and her eyes turned shrewd. “I think we can use the middle section to pitch stories to the national media, maybe even a talk show or two. Position you as a thought leader on how to put patient care at the heart of medicine.”

Cassie burst into laughter when Ethan groaned. He really should have known better. PR people were like a sponge when it came to telling stories. And he’d just gone off half-cocked on the meatiest one of them all.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Amalia,” Cassie piped in, winking at Ethan as he swiveled his head to stare at her in consternation. “Dr. Ramsey barely scratched the surface of this critical topic. There’s so much more that needs to be done. Especially if we’re going to lead the way on affordable healthcare in this country.”

Cassie realized she might have gone too far when she saw the calculating look in Ethan’s eyes.

“You’re absolutely right,” he said, nodding sagely.

Cassie immediately became suspicious of his conciliatory tone.

“Amalia, did you know that Dr. Valentine has been invited to serve on the governor’s special committee to study healthcare reform in our state?” he said.

He straightened his white coat and stepped back. “Between that and her work on the diagnostics team, she would make an excellent spokesperson for the hospital. You’ve already seen how comfortable she is in front of the camera. I’ll leave you two to discuss the details.”

Ethan exited the studio before Cassie had a chance to react. She realized her mouth was hanging open at being checkmated and promptly shut it.

Amalia watched her like it was Christmas morning and Cassie the present she’d been waiting for from Santa. Luckily, the shrill sound of her pager interrupted just in time, and Cassie promptly escaped.

Once outside, she marched down the hallway, muttering under her breath, eyes narrowing as she planned retaliation. She yelped when someone grabbed her hand and pulled her into a supply closet, the door slamming shut behind her.

Her eyes adjusted to the low light, and her frown turned into a smile when she saw who it was.

Ethan gripped her elbows and pushed her against the wall next to the door. His mouth covered hers in a fiery kiss, coaxing a response with his lips and tongue. Her arms circled his shoulders, and she pressed herself against him.

Lost in a haze of lust, her hands reached down to unbuckle his belt and undo the zipper. She cupped him through his pants and stroked up his length and back. Suddenly, he pulled back. She started to protest, but he placed one hand across her mouth.

He cocked his ear toward the door. Cassie heard muffled voices on the other side, likely Amalia and the technicians heading back to their workstations. They waited with bated breaths, sighing in relief as the team passed the supply closet door without incident, their conversation fading.

Cassie dropped her head on his chest, giggles breaking free at the near miss. He placed two fingers on her chin, lifting her face. And before she could say a word, he swooped down and kissed her laughter away.

“See you later, Dr. Valentine,” he whispered against her lips.

Cassie’s eyes snapped open at the smugness in his voice, followed by an arrogant chuckle as the door closed behind him.

Round one goes to you, Dr. Ramsey, thought Cassie as her competitiveness raised its head. But the next one would be hers. She wasn’t a Valentine for nothing.

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We're getting a Kallias fic????? Is it a kallias and Viviane fic or just kallias ??????? I'm so interested that I'm about to spam you with fic update requests just so we can read whatever this lovely project is.

(Ps. I will not actually spam you with requests because that's rude)

(Pps. I do really want to read this Kallias fic)

Yes- it started off as like, me just mad about constant update requests for a fic I'd posted a chapter for literally A DAY before.

And now it's...it's I dunno. I think eris UTM has me in my feelings. But it's broken into three parts with individual chapters beneath. Before/during/ and after. Kallias and Viviane have known each other their whole lives and he's always been in love with her I mean. That's right up my dumb alley. So before is them in winter court as friends, during is kallis UTM and Viviane is above ground bound to a city by his magic (a sanctuary for anyone who can reach it) and after is Kallias getting free, marrying her and realizing they're mates.

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[M/F] [WOL* (Kallisti)/Nabriales][If you’re looking for traditional-ass sex in here you will be disappointed.][If, however, you are subscribed to that Starcunning Soulbonding Bullshit package, you will be delighted.][This song is called: it’s a metaphor, fool!][Consensual snuff][Yeah, that’s what we’re doing in 2019.][Just a spectacularly bad idea all around][*technically Lensha Hathaar is the WOL; Kallie is one of her Echo-blessed companions][ARR 2.56][Erebidae][2.6k words]

Nabriales neither ate nor slept. As the days passed, this became obvious; he shared none of Kallisti’s concern for these needs. She could spear fowl from the air with lances of ice or call a levinbolt to stun the fish and frogs in a pond, cooking them over a fire of her own making, but for all that he sat by her hearth he never partook.

He could eat, and perhaps could remember how to sleep, he admitted; he simply had no need to do either. Sometimes he would touch her, the darkness of his aether spilling into her, as though into her very veins. And he would let her rest her head against his chest, leaning on the confines of his mortal frame—but when she looked upon him with anything other than her sight, she knew she was well past the bounds of his being. Slowly, the weakness of blood loss ebbed.

Through it all, her linkpearl remained silent.

“We should return to Mor Dhona,” Nabriales said one morning. It was crisp and cold—the sea tempered the teeth of winter somewhat, but Kallisti could see her own breath on the air when she answered him. “We?” “Yes, we.” “I have no idea what the situation is there,” Kallisti said, “and they haven’t called for me. What I’m more interested in is why you want to go.” “Your mortal fragility troubles me,” Nabriales said. “It was a nearer thing than I thought. And I yet require the Key.” “What? What key?” Nabriales looked at her, running a gloved hand through his hair, sweeping it back from his brow. “Do you recall the circumstances of our meeting?” “Minfilia? She’s the key?” Kallisti asked, feeling a flare of some hot emotion in the back of her mind. The Ascian only laughed at that, claws brushing her cheek, his aether stirring her own with that simple, possessive gesture. “Don’t be jealous, little fool,” he said. “Especially over a misunderstanding. Your Antecedent is of no interest to me. It was the staff I came for.” His thumb skimmed over her throat, stoking her pulse even as he pressed his fingertip to it. “Tupsimati,” she echoed, remembering at last. “What would you do with it?” “Solve the troublesome problem of your mortality, for one,” he said.

She looked at him, trying not to shiver from the cold, her breath a plume of white on the air, every puff of steam precious heat escaping her. Soon she would build a fire; she had not entirely forgotten the ways of her clan even after years of “civilizing” influence. “I didn’t realize that was a problem to be solved,” Kallisti said. “In most cases it is not,” Nabriales admitted. When he said no more, she reached for him, spilling her light into his darkness like a piercing ray. Perhaps this was not Hydaelyn’s purpose in granting her the Echo; Minfilia and Lensha had lamented often enough how little control they had over it—and even now she could not completely master it. Or else she should never have awoken to find herself at Laurentius Daye’s mercy. Nor could she compel a vision from Nabriales now—but there were other paths to understanding. She pressed against the boundary between them, and felt his surprise as her own.

It was the first time she had managed it without his prompting and guidance. The pride that swelled in her chest belonged to both of them. Nabriales still pressed a hand to her cheek, insofar as the distinction between them mattered; it was as true to call it her hand and his cheek, in moments like this.

He was afraid—they were afraid, and at the heart of that shared fear was the realization that Kallisti was the only thing Nabriales had been allowed to claim for himself since his ascension. She felt the fragility of her flesh-bound existence, the weight of mortality that seemed poised to snap the aetherial tether between the pair of them. She probed deeper, reaching into the core of him, that kernel of black crystal that maintained his sense of self even when they commingled.

He did not experience the world as she did. That much had long become obvious, the distinction made still more stark in that first communion in Sharlayan. Nabriales drew no distinction between aether and form; their shared sensation was unbounded by flesh. It was dulled by the layers they both cloaked themselves in; without that simple armor the ebb and flow of energy in the world might prove a distraction. She moved; he moved. As he had said. But he moved and he moved the world, all of reality bent to his superior perception.

They felt seconds as a lifetime; they felt eras as days.

She was such a small thing; a speck of light in a storm of darkness. Her life was like the flickering of a firefly. How could it matter? And yet it did. This had ceased to be a casual dalliance the moment he had joined his aether to hers—an impulsive decision made when Elidibus threatened his dominion, its consequences compounded ever since. From then ‘til now, her light seeping in through the cracks. Even when she withdrew, some part of her remained; some mote of light in a heart of darkness.

Nabriales was panting when she looked upon him again. It was such a curiously mortal reaction, she could not help but smile at it. She leaned in, kissing his slack mouth, awakening him from his daze. “I see,” she said. “Will it take long?” “No,” Nabriales told her. “Once we have the staff, I await only your readiness.” “Why do you need it?” she asked. “You don’t know what it does, do you?” he said, brow knitting in consternation. “No.” “That staff allows its bearer to gather vast quantities of aether from the surrounding environs and bring it to bear.” “And that will … make me immortal, somehow?” Nabriales scoffed, seeming annoyed. “You are already immortal. It is the flesh in which you reside that makes you fragile. You must renounce it.” “I have to die, you mean,” Kallisti said. “Does a tree die when it drops its leaves in winter?” he asked. “I wish only to unmoor you from the bonds of your mortality.” She considered that a moment, and found no reason to doubt him. Not when she had felt in her own breast his feelings for her.

It seemed foolish in retrospect to have ever questioned them in the first place, she had to own. “Alright,” she said. “The scholar gave you a prism of white auracite,” he said. “I will need it. And I will need your athame,” he said. “If it’s aether you need, there is a confluence in the old ruins,” Kallisti said. “Mhachi ritualists would use it. I remember …” She lifted a hand to her chest, stroking the smooth surface of her violet crystal. “You’ve done this before?” “It was done to me,” Nabriales said, “in eras long past. I am familiar with its workings. Are you prepared to return to Mor Dhona?” “No need,” Kallisti said, retrieving her pack. At her feet she cast the sword, the stone, the staff. He bent to collect them with reverence. “You had it all along?” he mused. “Yes,” Kallisti said. “Then you were always the answer, little fool,” he said, tipping her chin up with his fingertips.

The sky was a featureless plain of light; its blanket of clouds diffused the sun to undifferentiated silver. The stone against her back was cold. Kallisti could feel the runes carved into the ancient plinth against her bare skin, subtlest voids in the chilly sensation. Her Crystal of Light—called forth in preparation—rested against her chest, its crimson glow the brightest color in the bleached ruin.

Nabriales put one hand against her cheek. In the other, he held the rectangular prism of white stone. “It’s time,” he said. Kallisti said nothing; there was no need of speech between them now. She lifted her hand to curl her fingers around the cool white stone, and let it leech the heat from her palm. The auracite was a thirsty stone, greedy for her aether in the same way her mage’s staff readily called it forth. But its intent was not to focus her will; no, instead it leeched her aether from her and held it.

The already-dim world grew more distant. The stone’s cold seemed less pressing; the feeling of Nabriales’s clawed gauntlet against her face no longer filled her with smothering warmth. She felt exhausted, as she did after a taxing battle or a number of long-range teleports. It was a familiar sensation; a life in service to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn was neither easy nor comfortable. Kallisti tried to call the sustaining, infusing power of ice, but she could not focus long enough to form the spell. Her hand fell from the stone. Nabriales’s naked face swam in her vision. She reached for him; her grasp fell short. her fingers burned against the black crystal at his throat.

Then she saw no more. The pain wracked her, squeezed her eyes shut. She had so little left to give, and he wrung it from her anyway. She would have called it cruelty, had she the faculty for speech. But she had been robbed of it long since; she was a kernel of self awash in a sea of agony. How easily a candle in the darkness could be snuffed.

Somewhere, far away from here, a knife slipped through her ribs. The last burst of aether from the ritual dagger allowed her sensation enough to feel the blood well and pour, the searing pain of her pierced heart. Hydaelyn’s little fool breathed her last.

Her agony was not ended then; the breath of her soul was the first captured by the staff and channeled back into the crystal. Kallisti felt herself stretched across insurmountable distance, but the aether caused her Crystal of Light to flare still brighter, power welling in its hallowed lattices. She had felt every bit of her being torn apart; she felt every bit of her being put back together, drawn from the auracite prison by the staff and poured back into the Crystal. She was flame and light; she could feel the world dying around her. Mosses and mushrooms that had seen the turning of a thousand years gave up their energy unto her; the chill upon the air and the levinbolts that crackled unborn in the clouds above joined the maelstrom of energies at her heart. Even the Ascian gave up some part of himself, as he had long since done.

In marking his supremacy he had given himself to her.

She did not need to breathe, but gasped all the same. Still the power flowed into her, rising like a spring to the surface, threatening to spill over in a thousand rivers. The Source, she recalled at once. Like its endless waters she flowed back into her body.

Kallisti could exist without it, but the vessel was useful. At the very least, it shielded her from the raw currents of aether that still flowed over her. The auracite was tapped, the staff pumping an empty well; all the energy it could collect had been given unto her.

“Nabriales,” she said, and felt the way his name rippled through the air. He oriented himself toward her—not merely looking with the blinded eyes of his vessel; she could see that now, could truly see him now. Every mote of umbral aether that comprised him reached for her, darkness rising up to meet her light.

Was this what he had felt all along? She no longer concerned herself with cold stone or gelid wind; she cared only for the way the aether flowed. They had deadened this place to make her live, but already the currents were bringing life and energy back to the ruins. She reached out and pressed her hand to his bare face, and watched the way he reacted. Had he been mortal, that simple touch would have made him gasp. But that was a mortal reaction, and so she saw instead the way that his aetherial form bristled, her overwhelming power finding ground in him.

It made her laugh. She stripped him with nothing but a thought, unmaking the simulacrum of his robes so that she could press her skin to his. It felt no longer like a boundary, a membrane between them; it was as ephemeral as a shaft of light or a cast shadow. She could reach into him without effort now, could commingle readily with him.

They were one. Not in the same way they had been one when she had been mortal, where his sensations, his thoughts, his history were hers to explore; they became at last a single entity of radiant light and deepest darkness. An estuary was neither the sea nor the river; it was both, and so were they, until she withdrew.

He was in awe. She did not need to see his expression to know that. “I am of the Source,” she said. He laughed. “I have not forgotten,” he said. He leaned in as though to kiss her, in much the same needy fashion she had lifted her mouth to his once. She felt the kiss as mortal sensation and as a much more immediate touch, and then she felt the rising tide of aether that presaged teleportation.

Elidibus was winter’s darkness, cold to her even at a distance. “What is this?” he said. “You cannot truly have believed this would escape my notice.” “No,” Kallisti told him, drawing her light about her like armor, making of it a shroud against his influence. “But it is too late for you to intervene now.” “What an amusing pet you’ve chosen, Nabriales,” the Emissary said. “Bring her to the palace. Now.”

She could feel the darkness at the heart of the moon—Zodiark slumbered beneath her feet, Nabriales had told her. There was no air to convey the words, but they made themselves understood to one another just the same. It was cold, she noted, in much the same way she noted that the walls around them were tinged with violet. Both facts had become remote to her.

Elidibus seethed, though Kallisti could not yet guess at the cause of that. It could not be that he was angry at being robbed of her, for he was soon joined by his own flickering light. His face was none she knew.

But there were aetherial signatures that were familiar to her—Lahabrea she knew at least a little, and there was another Ascian who seemed familiar somehow, though when she cast herself out to reach him he swiftly rebuffed her. “Who is that?” she asked. “That,” Nabriales said, “is Pashtarot. Why.” “I think we’ve met,” Kallisti said. “Unlikely,” he advised her.

Her concentration was stolen a moment later by a disturbance upon the empty platform to their left. Kallisti could not help but turn her head and watch the shadows coalesce into the last robed figure to arrive—a woman, she realized, with blue hair and a bifurcated mask. She stared a few seconds longer, forcing herself to see past aether that whirled like snowflakes in a winter squall and down to the mere physicality of her. Even so, it was nobody she recognized.

Not so the second figure that appeared a moment later, the third light to flare into existence in this benighted realm. She knew her by face and aether both, for such overwhelming brightness could belong to only one other person.

Lensha Hathaar noticed her staring, and scowled back.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓁 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈

Here we finally have my janny x reader request that has morphed into this massive… thing (and yes I did not have a name for it until yesterday 😅). I tried to make Jake as subby as possible but he ended up just turning out to be a sweet little bean. Sorry if the ending seems rushed, I was kicking myself to wrap this up so I can post and you know I’m bad at endings. Please read all the warnings because there’s a lot going on here…

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner X plus size fem!reader *includes slash

Warnings: 18+ only! Not for the faint of heart! Lots of adult content including: some angst, some jealousy, drinking and smoking, body insecurity, lots and lots of smut including: oral m&f receiving, fingering m&f receiving, squirting, some protected and unprotected sex, anal rimming, cum swapping, double penetration, threesome, college AU

Word count: 12k!

“So, what are you going to do?” You asked as you laid on your back sideways on top of the neatly made bed with your long hair hanging over the edge of the tiny mattress. You’d never met a boy who liked to make their bed, especially not a college boy, but Jake had always been the meticulous type. Even his textbooks were in a tidy row across the desk he sat at now as he tried to focus on his homework and talk to you at the same time.

“I don’t know, we can always just go together. Everyone already thinks we’re dating anyways” he replied without looking up from his page, like he hadn’t given it enough thought to be concerned at all.

“Maybe that’s why you can’t get a date,” you offered with a click of your tongue. “Am I cock blocking you Jakey?”

“I assure you, that you are not” he finally let his eyes flicker over to you, giving you a pointed look that you knew after all the years being best friends meant please change the subject.

You ignored him, as did a best friend, and continued on as you stared up at his ceiling. “I don’t know why you want to go to this stupid frat party anyways, you hate jocks”.

“I don’t want to go to this party” he corrected you after scribbling something into his notebook. “Josh wants me to. And besides they’re not all jocks, some of them are pretty cool guys”.

“Right…” you trailed off for a bit. Of course it was Josh’s doing to have Jake at this party, it was his own fraternity anyways.

“That’s why you should come too. Maybe you will meet someone there” he offered.

“Meet someone?” You scorned the idea. “At a couples party at a fraternity? What’s the deal with that anyways?”

“I don’t know, it is kind of weird” he shrugged, “I already told Josh I’m not finding a date so if he wants me to come then he can figure it out”.

“I think you should try to find someone. I haven’t seen you date anyone since Meghan broke up with you last fall semester. But to be honest that’s what you get for dating a girl named Meghan”.

Jake sighed, admitting defeat and putting his pencil down so he could turn in his chair and face you. “I’m not looking for a date”.

You quirked a brow at him, seeing him upside down from where you laid. “Why are you so against it? There’s really no one you’re interested in?”

Even from this angle, you could read Jake’s face easy as he read those complicated biology textbooks. “Wait! You are interested in someone aren’t you!”

“Will you leave it alone already?” He groaned, “and get your feet off of my wall, you’re going to leave dirty foot marks all over it”.

You grabbed one of your legs that had been propped up against the Sheetrock and looked at the sole of your foot. “They’re not dirty. Come have a look and tell me who it is you’re crushing after. I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me”.

Jake did join you on the bed, but only so he could wrestle your legs down which ultimately ended up in you with your head facing the end of the bed now and Jake on top ticking you into submission. You used to hate being tickled, didn’t like the feeling of others touching you around your midsection like that, but after so many years of being close with Jake it didn’t bother you to be a little more physically intimate with him.

That's why you’d ultimately asked him to be your first. It was the summer before you both joined college, neither of you had been with anyone before and it felt like the time was right to make that step with someone you trusted. Jake had always been there for you, and you him, and losing your virginity together had meant the world to you even though you both agreed to just stay friends.

Since then you’d slept together once more, at the first college party you went to, both getting drunk off your asses and falling into bed together in a fit of giggles. There wasn’t anyone you trusted more than Jake, and you hoped he felt the same way about you, which is why you wanted to know his secret.

“Are you going to tell me who it is or not?” You pushed at his shoulders, though not very hard because you actually didn’t really mind him being close. “Why can’t you just invite them to the party?”

“Because they’re already going to be there” Jake let slip, though he quickly tried to cover it up by tickling you again.

Just when you were sure you were about to knee him in the side if he didn’t stop, a quick light knock came at his bedroom door followed by the sound of it opening.

“Hey Jake-” Danny was abruptly cut off as he accidentally walked in on Jake scrambling to get off of you, both of you looking disheveled even though you were completely innocent.

You quickly pulled your shirt down from where it had risen up as Jake’s fingers poked and teased, hiding your stomach before Danny could get a look.

“Sorry” Danny quickly tried to turn around and leave but Jake jumped from the bed and grabbed his arm.

“No no it’s alright” Danny turned back around and you sat up as you watched Jake fix his hair back into place. “What’s up?”

“I was just going to ask if you could give me a ride to the party tomorrow night. I’ve got a study group in the afternoon and Josh will already be at the house setting up”.

“Yeah, of course” Jake easily agreed without a second’s hesitation.

You looked up at the two of them, debating on whether you should stay out of it, but ultimately decided being mean today was more fun. “You know, Jake hasn’t even gotten a date for that party yet”.

“Shut up! Yes I have!” He lied as he glanced over his shoulder at you, his face turning beat red.

“Oh, don’t worry about it” Danny replied, “I’m just taking a girl from my study group. She’s gonna meet me there. A lot of the guys are just bringing random girls as dates anyways”.

“Hmm, why make it a couples party at all then?” You questioned. Since Danny was in the fraternity too, you figured he would have more of an idea, but he just shrugged.

“Don’t know, I just show up when and where I’m supposed to be at this point”.

“So, meet here at 8 then?” Jake butt back in, not trying to hurry Danny out of his room, but also not wanting you to spill any more of his information.

“Sounds great” Danny nodded and when he left the room Jake exhaled slowly. When he shut the door again you could see the light blush that filled his cheeks, and he fidgeted with his hands as he paced across his room in a way you’d only seen him do a few times before, when he was really nervous.

You looked back at the closed door, then back at the state of your friend, and started to put two and two together. “Oh my god” you muttered, breaking him from his trance as his eyes flicked over to you. “It’s Danny isn’t it? You like Danny?”

“Shush!” He ran back over to the bed, worried that if the man in question was still in the hallway he’d hear you.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” You whispered harshly, grabbing his hands and pulling him back into the bed next to you.

“It just happened” he tried to explain, but you knew better. Jake didn’t get this way about someone overnight. “I mean I’ve always liked him obviously, but before he was just my kid brother’s friend, but here recently I don’t know…”

He trailed off, like he didn’t know how to explain the feelings that had been mixing together in his mind. “I get it” you spoke for him, “Danny’s hot. He’s always been a nice guy, and a great friend to Sam, but we’ve grown up now and he has too”.

He agreed it made sense. You had all found yourselves in college, Jake had discovered his love for marine biology and was studying to get into a program for next summer. Josh, well Josh had always been a theater kid, but in high school it was more of a clique, in college he could take it seriously.

You had bloomed in your years here, coming out of your shell as the quirky shy girl that hung around boys because you didn’t feel like you fit in with the teenage girls who cared more about hair and nails than the books or other ‘nerdy’ things you found interesting.

It wasn’t like you didn’t crave that sisterhood the girls in your year had. You liked makeup and dressing up, but even then looking at the other girl’s, thinner, with smoother hair and more expensive clothes, you never felt their equal. Being around society’s definition of pretty had made you doubt your own beauty, but having moved away from your small hometown and met so many more people, expanded your horizons a little, you were able to take a step back and realize that you were your own definition of pretty and that was truly all that mattered.

“Well,” you pulled his hand into your lap, giving it a light squeeze, “what can I do to help?”

One thing you didn’t tell Jake was that you too had a bit of a crush on Danny. You understood what Jake meant by always liking him. Since you grew up being best friends with Jake, and Danny grew up being best friends with his brother, your paths were always crossing.

From a young age you felt butterflies in your stomach when he was in the same room, lost your words when he’d talk one on one with you, even daydreamed a time or two about what it would be like to confess your feelings, but you were sure he didn’t like you that way. You had never bothered Jake with telling him about your crush either, because you felt like it would never happen. Especially now, Danny seemed out of your league. So you pushed your own heart aside for Jake, and hatched a plan to bring the two of them together.

“Hey! You’re coming too?” Danny asked when the three of you all prepared to load up into Jake’s car with the extra keg Josh had text him last minute to bring.

“Yeah, I’m his date” you made air quotation marks with your hands making Jake roll his eyes as he tried and failed to load the keg into the trunk.

“Let me help you with that” Danny came behind Jake, placing one of his hands on top of Jake’s and the other a little spaced apart so they could lift it up.

“Great team work guys!” You called from behind, giving two thumbs up and an awkward smile. Your hands fell back to your sides when they both stared blankly at you, your palms clapping against the tight black jeans covering your thighs. “Right, well I’ll take the backseat, Danny you got shotgun”.

“Oh no that’s alright! You sit up front with Jake” Danny tried to argue, but you were already popping open the door and climbing inside.

Sliding into the middle seat, you leaned over the center console. “Your hair has gotten long Danny”.

“You think?” He chuckled as you played with a ringlet that sat at shoulder length.

“Yeah, Jake was just telling me that he really likes the way you’re doing it now. That must be a tedious routine”.

Danny glanced over at Jake, who kept his eyes trained on the road for more than one reason. “I can umm, give you some pointers if you want?”

Jake’s shoulders dropped and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Of course Danny didn’t mean to insinuate that Jake needed some pointers. He just wanted to be nice and he had learned a thing or two about hair care.

“Is Sam coming to this party?” You questioned next, trying to keep the short drive over to campus filled with conversation.

“No, he’s got a shift he couldn’t get out of. Plus he didn’t really want to come anyways”. Danny answered.

That’s good, you thought to yourself. So you wouldn’t have to deal with trying to steal Danny away from Sam, just whoever this girl he had invited as his date. Shouldn’t be too hard.

When you arrived Jake and Danny carried the keg inside. You were a little late since Danny’s study session had gone longer than he expected, but neither you or Jake minded since most of the party was already a few drinks in and having a good time. Which meant less awkward social interactions if everyone was already a little tipsy.

“M’lady” Danny offered you the first plastic cup that was filled with beer once the keg had been successfully tapped, something you were surprised you enjoyed watching since Danny was actually really good at it.

Sometimes you forgot Danny was in the same fraternity as Josh was, just because he seemed a little more down to earth and easygoing than what you pictured a frat guy being, but seeing him like this, bag pulled backwards over his dark curls and making himself right at home, was really putting it into perspective for you.

Danny started to pour another drink for Jake next, but you quickly snatched that cup from his hands too. “Nope, I’m driving back so these are my only drinks, but I see shots over there for you two”.

Danny followed your line of sight through the kitchen to the opening for the dining room where a rowdy bunch were lining up little clear plastic shot glasses and pouring them full with a variety of bottles scattered all over the table.

Once the group had taken their shots, they cleared the room and you stepped up next, placing your beers onto the table to free your hands. “Alright, pick your poison!”

You shuffled around the bottles, the light plinking sound of glass filling the room as you tried to remember any of the fancy shots you’d learned to make the summer you turned twenty-one, bar-backing at a restaurant with a few of the girls you’d met at the university. “Unless you’d rather have what Jake’s having?”

“Oh? You know what Jake likes?” Danny moved aside and let you continue your search just as your eye caught the perfect bottle.

The man in question was waiting against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and an amused smirk on his face. Despite the small hick up in the car he was enjoying watching you attempt to get Danny worked up- and if he had already had something to drink then maybe he wouldn’t feel so guilty about staring at your ass as you leaned over the edge of the table to reach the large skinny bottle all the way in the back.

“Yep, Jake likes it tall,” you lined up two of the little plastic glasses right next to each other and started to pour the clear liquid in both, all the way to the very top as you continued to speak, “smooth”, you only spilled the tiniest amount when switching over to the next one, “and sexy”.

Danny raised a brow as he took his shot from the table, careful not to make a mess though it was nearly impossible with how close to the lip the fill was. Jake pushed off the wall and moved between you and Danny, taking his own.

“Cheers” you retrieved one of your cups and held it up. The two boys mirrored your movement then both turned to each other as they knocked the alcohol back. You tilted your cup to your lips too, chugging the rest of the beer down in one go.

“Tequila?” Danny pointed to the bottle you had poured from, still tasting the burn on his tongue. “I thought you liked bourbon?”

“Don’t tell me she knows me better than you do” Jake taunted. He picked up the tequila and filled both of their glasses up again, not quite to the top this time. “Bourbon is for when you’re being a gentleman. Tequila is for when you’re up to no good”.

Danny took his second shot and wiped his mouth dry with the back of his hand. He didn’t often take two shots back to back, but it was a party and he was with friends, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a little extra this time.

“Come on” you playfully grabbed Danny’s hand and started to pull him towards the sound of the rest of the party. “Let’s see how long we can keep you from your date”.

A good half an hour passed and you were nearly done with your last cup of beer before the three of you were ever interrupted. Josh stole Jake away first, and then Danny’s date finally seemed to care that he was here now that it was just the two of you standing around and chatting.

He had pointed her out nearly as soon as you arrived. She was a gorgeous girl with fair skin, dark auburn hair pulled into a tidy high ponytail, and she was wearing a tight dress that showed off her slender frame. Up until now she had been socializing with a group of guys from the fraternity, no doubt thriving on all the attention they gave her, but currently she was approaching Danny with a deceitful smile like she hadn’t just been ignoring him.

“Hey, glad you could make it” he greeted her as well as introducing you as one of his close friends.

“Nice to meet you” she turned her smile to you and you nod your head slightly with a strained “yeah, you too”.

You weren’t trying to be bitchy to her, but it was hard to not lose a little self confidence when standing next to someone who seemed so perfect in comparison, and that it pissed you off. Danny mentioned that she looked good and she played it off with a giggle, agreeing that he usually only saw her in sweats at study group, not dressed up like this. They looked like they would make a good couple, and it worried you that maybe Danny’s attention might’ve been caught elsewhere before you could help Jake make his move.

“So who was that guy standing with you earlier?” She asked Danny. So she had noticed them earlier.

“Jake?” Danny replied in question, unless she was talking about Josh for the brief moment he was there Jake had to be the one she was referring to.

“Is he part of the fraternity?” She glanced around the room, searching through the faces of party goers but coming up empty.

“No, his brother Josh is though. They’re around here somewhere”.

“Do you think you could introduce me? He’s really cute”.

Now you had every right to be possessive over Jake, even if you weren’t dating, and your anger flared up at her bold request. She was supposed to be Danny’s date and here she was asking him to introduce her to another guy?

Before you could open your mouth to say something to her that you would probably regret, Danny calmly and politely declined with a curt “he’s not available”.

It was curious to you that he’d chosen that excuse. Danny was close to Jake, he knew Jake was single, but it sounded like he didn’t want her making a move on him just as much as you didn’t.

“Oh” she sounded a little taken back by his short answer, like maybe she wasn’t accustomed to being rejected, but quickly pulled her smile back on and continued talking with Danny like it hadn’t even happened.

With your beer now gone and your nerves already shot, you leaned over to Danny. “I’m going to go find a bathroom, do you know where I can find one more private?”

“Yeah, just around the corner there” he nodded towards the opposite end of the packed living room, “take the stairs, if anyone tries to stop you just say I sent you up”.

“Thanks”. You slipped away, checking to make sure Danny was still talking to his date and not watching you make a wrong turn to go and find Jake.

When you found Jake you quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his chatty other half. Though he was glad you’d come to save him, he warily asked where you were going as he followed you up the stairs. You got some funny looks from the few who did see the two of you sneaking off, but thankfully no one tried to stop you.

“I’m going to talk to Danny. Get a feel of the situation” you explained as you found an empty room you could set them up in. “Give me like fifteen minutes then head back up here, okay?”

“I don’t know…” he began, looking around the random room. It was just an additional sitting area, smaller than the living room downstairs, with a few lounge chairs and a collection of gaming consoles hooked up to the obnoxiously large flatscreen. Exactly what you’d expect in a house where a bunch of college guys lived.

“Trust me?” You asked.

Jake faced you again, and nodded his head. “Yeah, I trust you”.

“Great!” You leaned over and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hopefully the next time we’re in here someone will be getting kissed on the lips”.

Jake smiled and shook his head before going off to find somewhere to entertain himself during the wait.

“Danny, can I talk to you for a sec?” you leaned against the bannister of the staircase as he walked by, two drinks in hand. One for himself, and the other you assumed was for his date.

“Sure” he easily agreed, and handed one of the drinks off to a random stranger before following you back up the stairs.

You hoped this would be the last time you’d have to climb these damn stairs as you led him to the room you’d decided on earlier. “I wanted to ask you something”. Though you were unfamiliar with the house, only having just found this room earlier, Danny was well accustomed to roaming around here and knew exactly where you were heading.

“I wanted to ask you something too” he revealed, moving to set his drink down on the ledge of a fireplace inside.

“Oh,” you stood your ground as he approached you, and for some reason your heart started to beat wildly in your chest. It was dark in the room, neither having bothered to find a light switch, but the large open windows let enough moonlight in that he was completely visible. He was cast in an ethereal blue glow just like how you’d imagined him sometimes in your daydreams. “You go first”. You pushed, trying to sort out your thoughts and focus on why you were here in the first place, for Jake.

“I’ve been picking up some… signals tonight, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t just reading into things”.

So your plan had been working, you let a smile slip. “No, no, you’re right we have been trying to get your attention”.

“If it’s my attention you want, you have it” he continued, coming to stand right in front of you.

“Well,” you nibbled on your lip, somehow nervous when before you’d been nothing but confident. “Someone likes you, and I wanted to see how you felt about it first”.

“Someone likes me?” He raised his brows with a light taunting chuckle, “and who would that be?”

Before you could answer him, clarify that it was Jake that you had brought him here for, Danny bridged the gap between you, letting one hand rest on your hip and the other cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

You didn’t let your eyes close, and though every fiber in your body screamed at you to kiss him back, you were still as a statue. Danny pulled away and searched your expression for an answer to your hesitancy, and behind him you saw something that made your heart drop into your stomach. Jake had come just like you’d asked, and he’d seen Danny kiss you.

When Jake saw that you had noticed him, he quickly turned and fled, falling back into the dark before you had the chance to say something other than “Jake!”

“What’s wrong?” Danny asked, concerned that the bewildered look on your face was his fault for moving too quickly.

“I’m sorry,” you instantly apologized, though you really hadn’t done anything wrong on purpose, a reflex that still clung to you after years of feeling insignificant. “This is wrong Danny, I can’t”.

You tried to escape, run after Jake and plead for him to forgive you, but Danny caught your arm. “Wait! I don’t understand. I thought you said you liked me?” He was more confused than ever, not having seen Jake, though by your call of his name he gathered he had something to do with it. “Are you and Jake together?”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. You didn’t want to lie to Danny, but you didn’t want to betray your best friend's trust, and the truth seemed more complicated now than it ever had been before. “No, we’re not together. Not right now at least. It’s just Jake, he’s the one that likes you. I brought you up here to meet him”.

“Oh…” Danny’s hand that lingered on your arm dropped to his side as he tried to process the information you’d given him. One question still remained at the front of his mind though. “So you don’t like me then?”

“I-” your throat clenched before you could form the words you knew you needed to say. You needed to tell him no, you didn’t like him for the sake of your friendship, but instead what came out was. “I do, Danny”.

“I can’t though,” you quickly continued, trying to make up for confessing with rationalization. “Jake means the world to me, I could never do anything to hurt him. So I need to find him, please, I need to tell him this was all just some huge misunderstanding”.

“I don’t want it to be a misunderstanding though” Danny pleaded. “I like Jake” he wasn’t afraid to tell you that, and honestly if Jake had still been here right now he’d tell him too. “But I like you too. I just never said anything because I thought you were with him. I mean even if you guys say you’re not together, everyone can see the chemistry there”.

“What are you saying Danny?”

“I’m saying I like both of you” he couldn’t help the anxious huff and smile as he admit what he’d held a secret for so long. “I’ve thought about being with both of you before, I just didn’t know either of you were into me like that”.

“With both of us?” Your voice came out in a doubtful tone, though the idea was already causing butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Is that okay? To like both of you?” He sounded apprehensive of himself now, his shoulders slumping like he was shrinking in on himself.

“I-” you stumbled over your words again, feeling your face flush when you really allowed yourself to think about it. “Yes, that’s okay with me, but Jake…” you were afraid to agree to it now. Though you claimed to know Jake better than anyone else, except maybe his own twin, you didn’t want to speak for him on this matter. Especially not after you’d just seemingly broken his trust.

“I know” Danny wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a tight, all encompassing hug. “Let’s go find him and clear this up”.

The two of you found Jake outside, sitting on a bench with Josh who was the only one to regard your presence when you joined them on the patio. Jake had a joint perched between his fingers, the cherry lighting up as he took a drag and exhaled slowly.

“I’m going to go back inside, it’s a little chilly out here” Josh mentioned as he stood and nodded in your direction before turning back to his brother. “If you need anything just let me know okay?”

Jake was silent, taking another inhale then letting his hand settle against the armrest so the ashes would fall to the ground instead of in his lap.

“What did he tell you?” You whispered as Josh passed by.

“Nothing. He just pulled me out here and demanded I light one up for him. He’s lucky I was saving that one for after the party”.

“He’s going to be alright” Danny assured him, and Josh left you to work it out amongst yourselves.

Danny moved to take Josh’s place next to Jake on the bench, but between the two of them there wasn’t much room left to sit. You stayed off to the side, mostly keeping your distance in case Jake really was as upset with you as you knew you deserved to be.

“Hey there Jake” Danny began softly, trying to win him over with honey before jumping into the explanation for what he’d seen upstairs. “Can we talk?”

“Bout what?” Jake nearly croaked out, his voice half shot from the smoke, but you could tell it was also because he was holding back his emotions.

Your eyes prickled for him, but you dried them quickly with your hand. He hadn’t yelled at you yet, cursed the both of you and ran you off the patio, so there was hope yet he’d hear you out. No doubt the accompaniment of the weed was helping keep him calm.

Danny took his hat off and placed it on his knee, running his fingers through the tangles at the crown of his head a few times before leaning back on the bench. “Remember that summer when we all went to the beach? We rented this huge house with like six rooms. Sam brought this girl he’d only been seeing for like two weeks and it pissed everyone off because it was just supposed to be a family trip”.

Your heart went sore as you easily remembered the trip Danny was referring to, having been so excited to be invited and considered a part of the family just like Danny was. It was a short vacation over the Labor Day weekend which meant the beach was so busy, but that didn’t stop you from having the best time of your life.

“She ended up being a really nice girl” Jake mentioned, “Sam’s an idiot for letting that one go”.

“I agree with you there” Danny chuckled, not in too much of a hurry to get to the point of bringing up this story. “You two were inseparable that weekend” he glanced over at you, trying to encourage you to come closer. You did, inching forwards until Jake’s eyes flickered over and you halted like a deer ready to run from a sniper in the woods and his piercing gaze.

It felt like so long ago, even though in the grand scheme of your relationship over the years not much time had really passed between then and now. You weren’t sure how much everyone knew about you and Jake around that time, didn’t really care about what details he did or didn’t get into with his brothers, but the night before leaving was the party you had both gotten really drunk at and slept together for the second and last time. In the morning you were so terrified Jake would put some distance between you, even debated not taking the trip with them all together so he wouldn’t have to feel awkward about what had happened, but Jake clung to you the entire time.

That weekend was probably the closest you and Jake had ever come to being a legitimate couple. Every chance you got he was at your side, holding your hand, even giving you good night kisses. And yet when you got back home, back to school and work and reality, things just went back to normal.

“I remember one night, after spending all day at the beach Sam and Josh went to bed early but we stayed up to watch a movie together. You fell asleep first and I tried to get her to bed, but she wouldn’t leave you alone. So I got your blanket from your bed and she cuddled up next to you on the couch”.

Though Jake wasn’t speaking much, his face showed that he remembered the night. He remembered waking up early in the morning with you underneath his arm on the couch, not knowing how either of you had ended up that way and with a blanket too. Now he knew he had Danny to thank for that.

“I went to bed so envious that night. I mean I have Sam, and I’ve dated my fair share, but I don’t think I’ve ever come close to having what you two have”.

Jake let his eyes finally meet yours now, and he could tell you were still on the brink of tears. His brows furrowed, he didn’t want to see you upset but he was still a little hurt, and waiting for Danny to get to the part where he would be telling him he wanted you for himself. That’s what made this so difficult, because not only was his crush being taken away but he felt like he was going to lose you too.

“So tonight,” Danny continued and Jake took one last hit off his joint in preparation, “I know there might’ve been some misunderstandings, and I just want to clear the air. I don’t know what I can offer that you don’t already have, but I’d very much like to, if there’s room for me, stay with both of you”.

“With her?” Jake asked, trying to clarify what he thought Danny meant.

“With her,” Danny repeated, but took Jake’s free hand in his own, “and you”.

Danny didn’t want to make it sound like the two of you had decided this without him, you both wanted Jake to come to a conclusion on his own, hoping on bated breath that he would agree as well.

He thought about it for a moment, honestly not having even considered this was an option when he’d seen the kiss upstairs. He automatically assumed Danny wasn’t into him that way, and there was still a part of him that doubted whether Danny was doing this truly to be with him too or if it was just a ploy to get to you. Danny had never been the deceitful type though, so he chose to believe he really did want this, and Jake wanted it too.

Even though it had been so long since there had been sexual intimacy between you two, Jake never stopped wanting you. It was hard sometimes when you came over and laid on his bed like it was your own, let your guard down and made yourself comfortable and easy for the taking. All he’d have to do would be to crawl into bed with you and he knew things would easily progress from there, but you had never expressed any real desire to be anything more than friends. So held himself back, looked for reprieve in others like Meghan, but no one ever compared. Until the crush on Danny developed.

“I think…” he trailed off for a moment as he turned his hand over in Danny’s and laced their fingers together. “I’d like that too”.

Danny let out a relieved laugh, so glad his little story time actually worked because he’d had no back up plan other than to both beg him for forgiveness. “Thank fucking god. Can I kiss you too then?” He thought it would be a good thing to ask this time, just so he didn’t put anyone in a bad spot again.

Jake glanced back over at you, and you couldn’t contain the smile that came when you nodded your head. He turned back around and Danny was already pressing their lips together. At first you felt out of place watching them share this intimate moment, their first kiss, but soon Danny was breaking away and asking you to come closer again.

Jake stood first, taking your hands and leading them to wrap your arms around his neck. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You answered him with your own kiss, tasting the remnants of weed on his mouth and feeling your head spin like he was your high. Danny waited patiently for Jake to finish kissing you back before he joined from behind him.

With his added height, he was able to lean over Jake’s shoulder and reach your lips with his own, then after a few moments he used his finger underneath his chin to bring Jake’s face back and they connected again right in front of you.

Things were heating up quickly and you could feel the ache between your legs start to set in. “Boys, do we umm, want to take this party somewhere else?”

Danny, having been momentarily lost in kissing Jake, looked at you with glossed over eyes before quickly agreeing.

“I think we should find Josh and tell him we’re leaving first, so he knows we’re alright” Jake added.

“Right, I don’t need him interrupting later to check in on you” Danny brushed Jake’s hair over to the side and places a kiss on your hands before pulling away. “Not that you’ll be available to answer any phone calls”.

“Is that right?” Jake cocked an eyebrow, his hands still gripping into your hips like he never wanted to let go again.

Now that everyone was back on the same page again, your flirtatious side was coming out again so you joined in on the banter. “What do you have in store for us Danny?”

“Why don’t we hurry up and you can both find out for yourselves?”

The three of you found Josh in the dining room with a group that was lining up their next round of shots. He looked like he was still in full swing at the party, and standing right next to him was none other than Danny’s date.

“Josh, we’re leaving” Jake quickly announced to his brother, more than ready to get heading home.

“Wait! Already?” Josh complained, shot in hand and a pout on his face. He studied all of your faces, trying to determine without asking if whatever was wrong earlier had been resolved, but then he clocked Jake’s hand around your own. “Well, be safe getting home. Don’t wait up for me”.

“Wasn’t planning on it” Jake replied with a smirk and between him and Josh they both knew what that meant.

You started to follow him out the way you had come in earlier, from the back door in the kitchen, but you slowed Jake down when you noticed Danny was lingering behind.

“Will you be alright to get home?” He asked his date who looked like she had probably had one too many drinks since you left her downstairs.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she’s safe” Josh put Danny to ease, just like Danny had for him outside.

“You’re leaving with her?” She asked Danny as she poured another shot straight into her plastic cup. “Why don’t you stay with me?”

“I’m leaving with both of them” Danny corrected, taking the cup to knock back the contents for her before tossing it into the trash can. “See you around sometime”.

He left her with the same shocked expression on her face as he had given her earlier when saying Jake was unavailable. It made sense now why he had shot her down so quickly, because Danny was willing to share you with him but no one else.

Even if you had two beers at the party, everything that had happened had sobered you up enough to drive back to the rental Jake and his brothers shared. The ride was quick, but the tension that built in the air between the three of you grew exponentially the closer you got to the destination. By the time the car was parked back in the driveway Jake was busting out of the back seat and hurrying over to the door to unlock it with his set of keys.

“You think Sam will be home soon?” You questioned when you and Danny joined him.

“If he is, then he will be in for a treat” Danny chuckled as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pressed your back to his front. With just the pair of tight jeans between the two of you, his excitement was already evident by the way his half erection pressed into your ass.

Jake got the door open and before you knew it he was pulling you from Danny’s hold and relieving you of your shirt as his lips crashed back into yours. Danny made sure the door was shut and locked back up before returning behind you and placing kisses all over your bare shoulders. His fingers found the clasp of your bra, then they pulled at your straps until the piece was slipping from your chest and joining your shirt on the floor.

Pressed between the two of them you felt your knees start to shake from arousal. You could feel both of them growing harder and you gained Jake’s attention by reaching down to cup him over his pants.

He moaned against your mouth and Danny hummed against your neck in approval. “You want to make Jake feel good first? I think we owe him that after earlier”.

You bit your lip as you started to unbutton Jake’s pants next, smiling at the way his face flushed when you started to pull them down past the swell of his ass. “Take these off Jakey” you requested and he obediently helped pull his legs free as you lowered yourself in front of him.

Jake was standing face to face with Danny now that you were on your knees between them, his blush only growing brighter as Danny removed his hat again and pulled his shirt off as well. His focus was quickly taken away though when you pulled the waistband of his boxers down and took him out with your hand.

“You want her mouth?” Danny asked as he watched you stroke him slowly from base to tip. Jake nodded his head, afraid to open his mouth and hear whatever lewd moans that would no doubt come spilling out.

“Tell her” Danny instructed, as he reached forward and grabbed Jake’s hand. He retrieved the black elastic Jake wore around his finger, usually for his own long strands when they became unruly enough to warrant being pulled into a bun, but Danny used it to gather your hair up from your face and tie it back in a low ponytail. “She’s waiting”.

“Fuck,” Jake panted, already growing frenzied from just Danny standing there watching you jerk him off. “I want your mouth” he admit, looking down right in time to see you smiling and giving him a kiss on the underside of his over sensitive head. He was unable to fight back the whine that did surface when you licked him next, all the way from his balls and up his shaft until you were wrapping your lips all the way around him.

Though this was the first time you had given Jake head, it wasn’t by any means your first rodeo, so you wasted no time pulling out all the stops trying to get a rise out of Jake as much as you were putting on a show for Danny.

“Damn, I didn’t know she was so good at that” Danny commented, his own hand palming himself through his jeans for a bit of relief.

“Me neither” Jake replied, his voice getting caught at the top of his throat when you took him all the way down yours and held him there.

Unable to stand by and watch any longer, Danny dropped down to his knees next to you and pulled on your pony tail until you were popping off Jake with tears starting to well in your eyes. Even with saliva still smeared across your face, Danny hungrily attacked your lips with his own, making sure Jake could see the way he tugged at your ponytail again to tilt your head back and slip his tongue inside.

Jake, though he admired the way you both kissed so passionately, interrupted by taking a hold of Danny by his chin and turning him towards his still wet cock. Danny opened his mouth without even the slightest hesitation and took Jake in, his eyes fluttering closed as he hollowed out his checks and sucked hard enough that Jake was tossing his head back and crying out.

You whimpered at the sight, feeling the way your panties soaked through and you squeezed your thighs together. Somehow Jake managed to register your tiny sounds, and he decided it was time to move to the bedroom before he got too lost in what was happening and you guys really did put on a show for Sam when he returned. So he tapped Danny’s shoulder and leaned down to help pick you up off the floor.

“How exactly are we going to do this?” You questioned with a giggle as the three of you stood each of you half dressed in front of Jake’s tiny bed.

“We’ll make it work” Danny answered and started to unbuckle his belt so he could rid himself of his own jeans. Jake followed suit by finally taking his shirt off, the both of them throwing their clothes somewhere in the corner of the room.

You had seen both of them shirtless plenty of times but it never ceased to amaze you how beautiful they both were, especially now as Danny ran his hand across Jake’s chest and they kissed again. Unfortunately it reminded you of your own toplessness, and you suddenly grew hyper aware of your body as you wrapped your arms around your chest.

“What’s the matter?” Danny asked, stepping away from Jake for a moment to come to your side.

“Nothing,” you shrugged your shoulders, but your hands gripped tightly into your upper arms, feeling the way they were squishy compared to his nicely toned upper body.

Jake instantly knew what you were thinking, he knew the way you struggled with body image issues in high school, and even still now though you had really grown out of it and learned to love the shape of your body no matter what anyone else said about it. “You’re so beautiful” he offered, hoping his reassurance would put your mind at ease.

“I know” you replied, giving him a soft smile in return. He had been so patient and endearing with you during your first time. When you were so scared to let him see you like this. It was definitely part of the reason your confidence blossomed into what it was today.

Danny had never seen you before though, and those old nerves were starting to resurface again. “I never knew you liked me like this” you said, looking up at Danny. “Never thought you found me attractive”.

Danny’s brows furrowed like he was offended you ever had that notion in the first place. “I have always thought you were attractive. You are a beautiful person on the inside and the outside”. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently until he knew you were accepting of his touch and then he started to rub up and down your arms.

“Now,” his voice turned soft once more when you loosened your grip and let your arms fall to your sides again, “do you want to lay down on the bed so we can both prove to you just how sexy we think you are?”

You climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle, waiting for one or both of them to join you, but Danny already had something in mind. He walked back over to Jake, moving past him to pull the chair out from his desk and position it facing the bed. “Your turn to watch”.

With Jake sitting, Danny returned to you, easing you down onto your back as he hovered above you. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, now that it’s actually happening I almost can’t believe it’s real”.

“I’ve thought about it too Danny” you reached around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the thickness of his hair at the base of his neck.

“Tell me, what have you thought about?”

“About you touching me” you murmured, a sort of quiet calm falling over the room as you and Danny shared your moment.

He let his hands smooth up your thighs, giving them a squeeze and you a smirk “like this?”

“No, somewhere else”. Next he traveled up your hips, and you fought the flinch and recoil that came to you when his hands found their way across your stomach.

“Relax sweetheart” he cooed, making sure he was looking you in the eyes for any indication you truly wanted him to stop. “It’s just skin, soft and beautiful”.

You took his hands in yours and guided them further upwards until he was grabbing at your breasts. “Here” you breathed out, “touch me here”.

Having your chest fondled wasn’t usually on the top of your list of my favorite acts in the bedroom, but when Danny pinched your nipples between his fingers you let out a moan and arched your back. “Can I suck on them?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded. It was a combination of cold and warm, first the coolness of his wet tongue against the air as he licked over the hardened buds. Then warm when he pulled them into his mouth.

You moaned again, but the whimper you heard didn’t come from you. Looking to the side you saw Jake, still sitting patiently in his chair and stroking himself softly.

“Mmhmm, look over here” Danny popped off your breast to call your attention back. “It’s just me and you right now”.

You sighed contently as he went back to sucking on the other side, both of your nipples lathered up in spit and slightly aching from how hard they were.

Danny sat back up, his fingers playing with the button on your jeans. “Let’s take these off now”. You helped by lifting your hips, and he easily pulled them down your legs and off your body despite how hard they’d been to squeeze into before the party.

He leaned down again and placed a kiss on your lower tummy, then your hip. You could feel how wet you were already, and there was no way with his face so close to your center he couldn’t tell as well. “These too?” He framed his request into a question this time, his teeth nipping and pulling at the waistband of the thong you’d chosen to wear tonight. For the sake of no panty lines of course, not because you ever expected tonight would end with Danny using his teeth to peel them down.

You hooked your thumbs into the straps and quickly pulled them all the way down, Danny having to pull away again so you could get your legs free, then you were finally spread completely bare before him.

Danny settled between your thighs, urging you to bring your legs up and spread them wider so he could get a better look. “Fuck Jake, she’s perfect everywhere isn’t she?”

“I know” Jake answered, almost smugly as he’d had the pleasure of being in Danny’s exact position once before.

“So you two have had some fun already then?” Danny shook his head in faux disbelief, resolving himself that he wasn’t going to waste his chance to outdo the other man. So he dove in, his tongue finding every sensitive place you had to offer him and lapping at your juices until you were a shaking moaning mess. His tongue settled on your clit, slowing down a little to not overstimulate you so quickly as he positioned two fingers at your entrance.

“Danny, please” you bucked your hips into his face, searching for more.

Without having to ask again, Danny plunged his fingers deep inside you, increasing the pressure with his tongue in the same step, and within minutes you were spiraling towards your peak. Danny gripped your thigh with his free hand, and continued to pump his fingers in and out of you until your orgasm came washing over your entire body and you were drenching his mouth in your release. He re-emerged from between your legs with an amused smile, wiping his face clean with the back of his clean hand. “Have you ever squirt before?”

“No?” You giggled nervously, thinking maybe he was joking because of how aroused you were, but he was entirely serious. “I don’t know if I can”.

“Do you want to try?”

You sheepishly agreed, not knowing how this was going to go, but willing to try because you trusted him. Both of them.

“Jake, come over here” Danny stood from the bed and called him over. Jake jumped at the chance to get to him again, connection their lips again and tasting you on Danny. “Go, hold her, make her feel comfortable”.

Jake joined you on the bed, crawling around until he was behind you. Danny grabbed your hips and pulled you down until your ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the mattress and Jake let you use his legs as a pillow.

“You mind if we make a little mess?” Danny grinned as he got back between your legs from the floor, confident as ever he was going to absolutely rock your world.

“Fuck no” Jake answered him. “You ready sweetheart?” He had tucked himself back into his boxers, but you could still see the tent in the fabric when you turned to nuzzle your nose into the fold where his thigh met his hips. You tried to nip and mouth at his erection, but he placed a hand on your cheek. “Not yet, Danny’s gonna make you cum first then we can get back to that”.

“Relax for me” Danny, slid his fingers in again, and from this angle he was able to reach deep inside to the point you were arching your back again and reaching up to find somewhere on Jake to grip tightly. He held one hand, and the other grabbed a fist full of the back of his boxers.

Still recovering from your first high, it didn’t take Danny long to get you back to the edge with his mouth, but once you started to feel that tightening in your stomach, he pulled his mouth away and pressed down on your lower tummy as his fingers started to curl inside you.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, tightening your grips on Jake to the point you might’ve been hurting him, but your mind was too far gone to care.

“Right there beautiful, that’s it” Danny coaxed you closer to climax again. “Does it feel good?”

You were squirming, unable to control the way your body shook. “I feel too good” you whimpered, afraid you were reaching overstimulation now.

“Don’t fight it” Danny continued working his fingers, his thumb reaching around and pressing against your clit. That was all you needed to break, your second orgasm gushing from you without warning. He pulled his fingers out quickly and circled them around your clit again until you were clamping your things shut around his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay!”

“I think she needs a little break” Jake told Danny, watching the way your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath. “Don’t want to break her so early in the night”.

“I think you might be right” Danny agreed. He found a piece of stray clothing to clean his hands off with, and your legs a little bit, then helped pull you back upright. “You alright?” He asked, smoothing the hairs that had pulled free from your now messy ponytail.

“Mind if Jake and I play a little now?”

You nodded and gave him a kiss, whispering into his ear before pulling away. “Don’t go easy on him”.

“Wasn’t planning on it” he chuckled back, chasing your lips with his until you were scooting back on the bed and finding somewhere to rest for a moment.

Danny moved to take your place, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling Jake into his lap. “Are you having a good time?” He asked as he peppered kisses across Jake’s chest.

“Hmm, I am” Jake replied, catching your eyes from behind Danny’s shoulder and giving you a warm smile. “Are you?”

“I’m surprised I’m still holding it together right now honestly. I never thought I’d really get to hold you like this”.

Danny nearly went back on his word when Jake started to grind his hips down into Danny’s lap, giving them both a little of the friction they craved. “I want you to do a lot more than just hold me Danny”.

“Oh?” Danny took hold of Jake’s hips and started to rut upwards to meet him halfway causing Jake to whimper again and sigh. “Tell me what you want then”.

Jake closed his eyes and pursed his lips as his grinding sped up. It wasn’t enough, but it felt good enough to keep chasing the sensation. At least until Danny abruptly stopped him. “Come on Jake, you’re going to tell me what you want or I’m going to go back to that gorgeous girl over there. She was so good for me”.

Jake opened his eyes again and he searched for you, finding you propped up against his pillows and watching intently. Though neither of you were new to being with each other, having Danny here, another man was, and he worried for a moment what you might think of him if he were to be absolutely honest.

“Don’t be shy now Jakey” you called to him, knowing exactly how he was feeling in this moment. “Tell him what you want. We’re both here for you”.

“I want you to fuck me Danny” Jake finally pleaded, before hiding his face in the crook of Danny’s neck.

He felt Danny’s chest rumble when he laughed, and Danny ran his hands up Jake’s spine to sooth him. “How’s that sound beautiful girl? You want to take turns fucking him?”

That was a rhetorical question, who wouldn’t want that? You let your hand come to rest between your legs now, your fingers running through your folds and gathering up the slick from your new found arousal.

Jake stood up tentatively, then moved over to his dresser where he opened the top drawer and retrieved a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. When he turned around Danny had already rid himself of his last shred of clothing, and the two of you were both waiting for him to return.

The next few movements were a blur of kisses and soft touches, then before you knew if Danny had Jake fully naked as well and shamefully on his hands and knees in front of you.

“Jake’s such a good boy isn’t he?” Danny teased as he grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze before spreading him apart and spitting on his hole. “Let’s see how far we can push him”.

Jake turned his face into the sheets to hide his groaning as Danny’s fingers circled his entrance, massaging the muscle and getting him used to the touch until he started to press the first one inside.

“That’s it Jakey, his fingers feel good don’t they?” You sweet talked him through it as you rubbed his back and played with his hair. You let Danny take his time stretching him for a while before moving to his side and kissing at his shoulders.

“Can I?” You asked as Danny’s patience was cut between you reaching around to palm at his length and Jake moaning for more. He pulled his fingers free and moved aside, allowing you room to reach Jake, but instead of replacing his fingers with yours you leaned over and slipped your tongue right inside him as far as it would go.

Jake yelped and tilted his hips back, not expecting to feel your mouth, but so thankful for it as you fucked your tongue in and out. While you had Jake distracted Danny took the opportunity to roll one of the condoms on and lather himself up with lube. Though he had yet to be touched very much, just a few strokes with the lube in his hand was all he needed to know he was going to have to take this very slowly if he was going to last longer than a few minutes.

“Why don’t you go lay underneath him?” Danny asked after tapping your shoulder. You wiped your mouth and followed suit, laying back down onto the pillows and letting Jake climb on top of you and take a familiar place between your legs. Jake was still nervous, but at least this way he was able to look into your eyes and find some peace there.

“I dream about this all the time” Jake whispered as he kissed at your neck, his tip already nudging against your bundle of nerves and making you clench around nothing, waiting for him to be inside you again. “No ones ever been more perfect than you”.

“Then what are you waiting for” you asked, rocking your hips in motion with him.

Jake got into position first, slipping inside with ease and pushing all the way in before he bottomed out and pausing to wait for Danny. He wasn’t far behind, using one hand to push on Jake’s shoulders and get him to lower himself a little more while the other lined himself up.

You watched as Jake’s eyes pinched shut, brows furrowed, and his jaw went slack for a moment, his body and mind trying to wrap around all the sensations of being buried inside you and penetrated all at once. “I think he’s good now” you let Danny know he was in the clear to start moving when Jake’s expression softened and he looked at you again with all the adoration in the world. Danny took his cue, slowly building a steady pace until he was snapping his hips into Jake and the force was causing him to push further into you.

His arms were starting to shake on either side of you, strained from holding himself steady in position so that no one slipped out of place. All you wanted was for him to be comfortable, the same way he had gone above and beyond to make sure you enjoyed your first time, so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down into a hug letting him rest his cheek against your chest.

Danny leaned forward with him, getting an even better angle so that now he was nudging right up against that spot inside Jake that made him inhale sharply and an uncontrollable moan forced its way out his throat.

“Ahhh fuck!” He cried out, wrapping his arms underneath yours and squeezing you tight. “I can’t, I’m gonna cum”.

“Me too” you chimed, no doubt your fluttering around him part of the reason he was so close. “Danny?”

“Yeah I’m right there. Who wants it? You or Jake?” He answered, his thrusts already slowing speed and growing sloppy.

“Come here, we can share” you replied and Danny quickly pulled himself from Jake before ripping off the condom. He had enough stamina left in him to make it upright with both feet on the floor, standing beside you on the bed and pumping himself towards his finish.

Jake sat back up and started thrusting in you again, chasing his own high until he watched as you took Danny in your hand and guided him to your mouth. All at once Danny and Jake were both filling you and your orgasm came wracking through your body at the feeling of warmth washing all over.

Just as you said, when Danny stepped away first, you sat up with Jake and pushed your lips to his, swapping Danny’s load back and forth a few times until it was pretty evenly distributed and you both swallowed with a dazed smile.

“You two are the hottest couple I’ve ever fucking met” Danny gasped out, wiping the bit of sweat that had accumulated on his chest with his thumb.

“The three of us are the hottest couple” you corrected him, beckoning him over to share a few more kisses before you all managed to puzzle yourselves together on the bed and blissfully fall asleep.

You woke up to a quiet sound. It wasn’t too early, but you were still tired enough to want to fall back asleep until you figured out what exactly it was you were hearing. When you opened your eyes, your back was against the wall and you were practically laying on top of Danny who was on his back but with his head turned away. Jake was on his side, curled up to Danny as well and they were kissing deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance over the other before Jake finally gave in and melted into submission.

“Someone’s awake” Danny paused their early make out session to announce your return to consciousness.

Jake reached over Danny’s chest and grabbed your hand, pulling you toward him until you were resituated between them, you front to Danny and your back to Jake. Danny captured your lips with his, kissing you just like he had Jake only seconds ago while Jake’s hands roamed all over your body.

“How do you feel?” Danny asked, clearly trying to gauge whether or not you were up for a round two so soon like they very clearly were.

“Never been better” you smiled, your voice catching when Jake’s hand snaked between your thighs to see if you were wet. Of course you were, you’d woken up naked in bed with not one, but both of them. Last night felt like a dream, but the dull ache in your core when Jake delved his fingers in reminded you that it was very much real.

“Jake was just telling me about how good you feel” Danny smiled as he watched your face contort into that of pure pleasure when he added his fingers to the mix, circling them around your clit. “Want to feel you so bad”.

“You want me to keep going?” Jake asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “or do you want Danny to fill you up?”

Your head was spinning from all the possibilities of how this could play out, but when it came down to it, only one thing truly mattered to you. “I want you both. Please”.

“That’s a good girl” Danny kissed your forehead and pulled your leg up around his hip just as Jake retreated his hand only to move around to your backside. He used your slick to press his finger inside, then another until you were moaning and clawing at Danny’s shoulders.

Danny reached between your bodies and guided himself through your folds, and then Jake was there too spitting into his palm for a little extra lubrication so he could ease himself behind. Once Jake was finally situated, Danny thrust in and you cried out from how good it felt to be so full and connected with both of them.

They both started to move and all you could do was just lay there and take it, let them both use you to reach their own finish as you were sure your climax was already budding deep in your stomach.

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and thrusting until everyone came to a halt at the sound of a door slamming shut from across the hallway. Sam, or Josh if he’d somehow made it home instead of sleeping at the fraternity house.

“Please don’t start fucking again!” Sam hollered grumpily. You guessed he had gotten back sometime last night, but in the heat of everything no one had noticed.

“He will get over it” Danny shrugged and you couldn’t help but giggle at how absurd it was, but also you didn’t want to stop right now either.

As quietly as you could, the three of you finished what you were in the middle of. Well they finished with you in the middle, crashing into your orgasm with blinding force.

“I need a shower, desperately” you announced after pulling yourself free from the tangle of limbs. “And to brush my teeth”.

“Your toothbrush is still in the bathroom” Jake replied, sitting up and examining the mess that really was made between last night and this morning. “You go ahead and we will clean up a bit”.

After your shower, you left the bathroom feeling like a new woman, wearing one of Danny’s many shirts that he’d left over here and a pair of Jake’s boxers. Your mouth minty fresh with Jake’s toothpaste.

Jake and Danny still needed to shower, so you left the bedroom to find something to eat in the kitchen, but as you rounded the corner from the hallway to the living room you nearly ran into Sam.

“Oh hey Sam!” You tried to sound excited to see him, and you usually were, though you were thoroughly embarrassed it was under these circumstances. “I’m sorry about last night”.

“It’s alright” he sighed, “I’m just glad Danny will finally shut up about being obsessed with you two”.

“He told you?” You asked, but it wasn’t really that surprising considering how close they were. Then you thought for a moment, sure you were in Danny’s shirt but you were in Jake’s room. How did Sam add that up so quickly? “Wait, how did you know Danny was with us?”

Sam’s eyes shifted over to the floor of the living room where a pile of mixed clothes had been forgotten. “Those are Jake’s pants, that’s Danny’s hat and shirt, I’m assuming that’s your shirt”.

Your face lit up in even more embarrassment. So Sam had known since the second he got home what exactly was going on.

“Next time give me a warning okay? I’ll go crash with Josh or something” he pat you on the shoulder and continued back down the hallway to his own bedroom where you heard the door shut gently closed behind him this time.

You gathered up the clothes and tossed them into Jake’s room before heading back to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee while waiting for the others to finish getting cleaned up. Danny joined you first, pressing up against you from behind and stealing a bite of the toast you had just made.

“God I’m starving. Please tell me they have something other than just bread”.

“There’s some eggs in the fridge I can fry” you giggled, pushing your ass back up against him as he grinned down at you devilishly. “So Sam knows”.

“He was going to find out sooner or later, better it be now” Danny didn’t seem to care much at all as he turned to open the fridge and you bent down to shuffle through their cabinets for a pan and some cooking oil.

“You know, he mentioned something about you being obsessed with us”.

“I may or may not have drunkenly confessed to him one night about how badly I liked you guys”. Danny set the eggs down on the counter with a shrug. “Now, are you going to tell me why you and Jake insisted with everyone that you weren’t together?”

You thought about it for a moment, the simple truth being that the both of you had it in your minds you were just friends, so you stuck to it. “We were just trying to give each other some space to figure out if that was really what we wanted. Though we spend most of our time together, we were missing that extra something to spark that fire. I think you are that spark”.

“Is that eggs?” Jake finally joined the two of you in the kitchen, having taken some extra time to strip his sheets and start a load of laundry.

As soon as Jake was within snatching range Danny grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into a kiss that had you smiling fondly at them when Jake relaxed into it.

“What’s that for?” Jake sheepishly asked, though he wrapped his arms around Danny too.

“Nothing, just some spark” Danny grinned back at you and you shook your head and continued getting some breakfast made for your hungry boys.

Fin.

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So I’ve talking about my twinswap AU more with @anheliaaescar for whatever reasons and just generally been thinking about it more. Kind of want to write more of it but also like I cannot be assed to handle plot. So it is like urgh. Also not really into writing narrative prose at all anymore so. Yeah. If it became prose it’d likely be a series of chaotically spread about prose poetry oneshots that can be pieced together into a single narrative. Alternatively a poetry collection. Alternatively some sort of chaotic mix of both. I kind of want to just make like a list of like shit that we’ve talked about in regards to like the AU’s Jame because that is just apparently the sort of mood I’ve been in lately. Which is interesting since the AU started out mostly so I could be ungodly focused on Tori. AND NOW HERE WE ARE. ABSORBED INTO THE OTHER HALF OF THIS EQUATION (i didn’t forget about you kindrie i swear to fuck i will get to you i love you you are the goodest boy). So like let’s do that I guess? First some stage setting though is probably needed, especially since I never wrote a fic covering the actual like. Start. Of this. Thing. Let’s just do that now before I get all Drowning Girl here and start arguing about the arbitrary nature of beginnings. So like the turning point is around the same time around when Jame gets thrown the fuck out in canon. However due to Shenanigans Tori has the misfortune of being the target of Ganth’s creepy bullshit. This Does Not Go Very Well At All due to accidental temp blood binding due to Tori being injured because his sister fucking dunks on him when he’s a little kid and she’s not at all gentle in said dunking on. Ganth goes fucking ballistic. Tori gets chased the fuck out after all things are said and done and Jame gets deemed The New Better Tori. Tori ends up being picked up because he is mistaken for his sister. Gerridon’s kind of pissed that he’s got the boy instead but whatever fine FUCK IT YOU GET TO BE MY NEW CONSORT. dance you miserable bastard dance. This leaves Jame with her father. SO LET’S GET A LIST GOING YEAAAAAAH:

Jame gets deemed the new Tori as stated before and is treated as though she has always been her brother. The actual Tori meanwhile, if he is mentioned at all, is talked about as though he is Jame. No one is particularly happy with this set up. Ganth’s mental health is steadily declining more and more, at least one person has probably been killed on account of calling Jame by her actual name by accident once, and Daddy’s solution to “son” asking where “his” sibling has gone are answered with violence.

Jame eventually stops asking about Tori’s actual whereabouts. Not because she’s paralyzed into fear by the beatings and yelling, but because she needs to survive. Part of her suspects Ganth killed Tori. Another part of her refuses to accept that he’s dead but really she has no idea where the fuck he can be.

Jame is very fucking angry and without Tirandys around to teach her she has ended up as a Jame that has learned that power is something to be used. Thus instead of her arc being focused around getting Jame comfortable with her role as a destroyer, her arc is centered around tempering out the destructive sides of her and getting her to care more about consequences. Consequences remains central to her arc in the AU still, just in a different manner.

Ganth is killed by Jame. This goes poorly for basically everyone in the keep. There was no way for it not to. Jame is the sole survivor of the keep.

Jame maintains a network of spies. She hates being kept under people’s prying eyes and under people’s thumbs, however, while her brother has a great distaste for spies in canon AU Jame deems them a necessary evil. A very useful one. What better way to keep out of snares than by knowing where they’ve been set before they’ve been set?

Jame must rules lawyer her way around the fact that she is technically in a constant state of lying. This bothers her quite a bit for a number of reasons. The reasoning she has come up with though is that, since her father outright declared her his “son” and that her name is “Torisen” and that she is in the possession of a cursed “twin sister” named “Jamethiel” it is true.

A great deal of her time as Highlord prior to Tori showing the fuck up is spent avoiding marriage contracts or finding ways to weasel out of having to provide children. No one was able to get her naked.

Once Tori shows up and things settle down regarding the Highlord’s mysteriously appearing sister at least somewhat she immediately sets towards making him her consort. Caldane is extremely fucking pissed and Kally never hears the end of it. This is why Kally hates Tori. Jame knows nothing of that though and is honestly just happy that she now has an excuse to avoid these fucking talks with Caldane.

Her epithet is Oddclaw. A reference to her being righthanded and also kind of really fucking weird. This is an unintentionally fitting epithet given that she also happens to literally have claws. Pereden finds this out the hard way.

Jame always wears gloves. She is never seen without gloves. Ever. There is speculation as to why.

Bane is not Jame’s weird dark mirror counterpart thing in this AU and she has not met Bane. Greshan instead takes up this role and the failure state with Jame is less Bane and more an exceptionally cruel and forceful lord that takes whatever she pleases without thought. She gets the coat from Tori after he snuck out to fix something he saw in a dream. Because he was so adamant about leaving and because she is kind of pissed at him she refuses his requests to destroy the coat.

Jame does not, however, just tolerate all of Greshan’s “advice”. He is a bit of a comforting confidant in a fashion since he is the only one who seems to get anything as well as being one of the few privy to the twins’ secret, but she does get very fed up with him at times. She in particular is disgusted by any suggestion that she bloodbind Tori to keep his ass in line.

Jame’s eventual dealing with Greshan involves her wearing his stupid coat and being seemingly unable to take it off. He villain speeches because of course he does and like a fucking idiot tells Jame that she wouldn’t be dumb enough to destroy him now that she can’t take him off. Jame sets herself on fire and falls out a window. That’ll fucking show you, uncle. Telling Jame that she’s not stupid enough to do something. You do not know who you are messing with! This is the conclusion to the world’s most dramatic and literal telling of a ‘the clothes make the man’ narrative.

Despite everything Jame still has Jorin. He is still blind and a goober. I have no reasoning for where Jorin has come from yet but Jorin is important. Precious. The most vital of all characters. He cannot be separated from Jame in any AU.

Jame adores Kindrie and is very fiercely protective of him because he is an outcast and Shanir. He is well treated. She is extremely fond of outcasts in general and has an extreme protectiveness over her Kendar. Fucking with Jame’s people is ill-advised. Brier and the crew are among said Kendar by way of currently unplotted shenanigans.

Jame is also extremely protective of Tori when he shows the fuck up. She’s terrified of the prospect of losing him again. She also tries to get him to talk to her and tends to fail because he is scared of her. He’s not a bigoted little fuck about it, but he is afraid of his sister and still very avoidant. This distresses her. Tori has several dresses and other gifts from her. She gets fed up with him at times and just doesn’t even bother trying to talk with him but in general she’d really rather be able to form a relationship with him. She suspects the reason he fears her is because he’s very aware of what a dangerous and cruel person she’s become. This increases her self loathing and adds more fuel to their rather unstable relationship.

Jame is rather concerned with becoming as awful and mad as her father was. Fear of falling remains a very strong issue for her in the AU and she doesn’t trust her judgement terribly much. Still she’s learned from a young age that violence is the way of the world. She’s not really sure how else to survive in the world. As a result the arc words ‘Destruction begins with love’ and ‘Some things need to be broken’ remain direly important, though in a different fashion.

She is fucking terrifying.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Finally! My first request from @gracev0609 is done! I’m so happy with this and hope you all enjoy reading it and much as I enjoyed writing it!

Pairings: Josh Kiszka X reader (male OC)

Warnings and tags: 18* only minors need not go any further! Adult content including drinking, mentions of smoking, strong suggestive language, some angst, smut including: explicit m/m sex, oral, fingering, unprotected sex

Word count: 6.8k

Summary: 10 years after Josh Kiszka left home to pursue his band, you meet again at one of his shows leading up to a night of reunion

August 2 1969

You stood with your hips pressed against the barricade, trying to give your feet and knees a break after standing all day. It was worth it though, worth the extra nights you’d stayed camped at the sketchy RV lot on the edge of town, the hours of waiting in line, the years spent lost- all leading up to this moment.

Half an hour and they would be taking the stage, and you were dead center front row surrounded by hundreds of young and old fans alike, ready for their own glimpse of the band just as you were.

By the time the stage lights dimmed and the massive stadium speakers started booming their instrumental introduction your body was buzzing with the vibrations as well as the anxiety of it all. Your eyes caught movement on the side of the raised stage and you immediately stood up straight, a rush of adrenaline making all the aches and pains in your legs and hips subside.

Sam took the stage first, waving excitedly and blowing welcoming kisses as the crowd hooped and roared, their combined volume only growing louder when Jake and Danny came up the steps next. Your mouth already felt dry but you yelled along nonetheless, expelling all air from your lungs with one giant cry until finally, Josh appeared.

Your throat clenched shut and your hands gripped the railing in front of you. You’d expected this, expected to see him here performing just the way he was always meant to be. Shining like the bright diamond star that had led all of you here tonight. But with him actually right in front of you, so close you felt like you could almost reach out and brush your fingertips against the satin of his bedazzled pant leg- and most around you did try to, it still didn’t feel real.

The first two songs were a blur, you sang along every word without even a second’s hesitation, but you couldn’t even hear yourself. Just the thundering of the drums, the rhythmic thumping of the bass commanding your heartbeat to palpitate along with its powerful strings. The resonating guitar, wailing its own meaningful melody alongside its musical counterparts. And above all, you heard Josh.

By the third song your senses were starting to come back to you. The ringing in your ears had faded into the background, you could feel the tiredness in your bones turning your body rigid, but you fought the stiffness as you swayed side to side, shoulders and arms bumping and brushing against the others around you without a care in the world. You were all too swept up in the moment to care, mesmerized by the spirit of pure rock n roll, and love, and devotion, and sex.

What happened next did not catch you off guard, you’d heard the stories, met first hand the groupies before who’d been following them around the country and experienced this magic more than once. During a long guitar solo Josh descended from the stage, embracing all his eager fans in hugs, gleaming smiles, desperate grabbing hands just trying to touch him once so that maybe a little bit of that radiating love would rub off.

What did catch you off guard, as you ignored what was still in full swing onstage and watched intently as Josh made his way down the line, just a few hopeful faces before you, Josh stopped, hugged, and planted a kiss right on this young girl's face. Your heart started beating faster in your chest, losing the pace set by the bass and the drums above you as you waited for Josh to get closer.

Then there he was, holding hands with the girl right next to you, he was so close you could see the tiny scar on his cheek, make out the small gap in his front teeth as he smiled and mouthed I love you to the excitedly crying girl and offering her a quick peck as well. Then he turned to you, the brightness in his eyes never fading as you made eye contact.

You took your opportunity and reached out, not expecting much. Josh had willingly kissed a few girls, but that didn’t mean he’d be so open to kiss another man right here in front of the entire crowd. He never ceased to amaze you though, as he easily cupped your scruffy face in his hands and planted his lips right on yours.

Maybe it was time dilation from traveling too close to the sun, Josh’s intense gravitational pull bringing you in closer so that your chest pressed firmer against the railing, but it felt like Josh had kissed you longer than the others. Or maybe it was just your imagination because before your mind could fully grasp what was happening he was gone, moving on to the next fan vying for his attention.

Though your moment was special, more than hundreds of others could ever say they’d had, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of disappointment. Instead of focusing on the rest of his interactions, not wanting to see if he’d kissed anyone else, you turned your face back to the stage and took a deep grounding breath.

Of course he wouldn’t remember you.

Michigan August 1959

“What am I going to do when you're gone Josh?” You asked as you sat across from your best friend of four years while he picked long pieces of funnel cake off the shared plate on the table between you two with his hands, the powdered sugar now thoroughly coating his thumb and pointer finger.

A thought ran across your mind as your eyes jumped from sugary fingers, to mouth, to the way his Adam’s apple became prominent as he tilted his head back and dangled the fried treat over his tongue. The funnel cake was good you admit, having had a few bites yourself, but you were much more entertained by the idea of licking Josh’s fingers clean. It was temptations like these you’d recently been finding harder and harder to keep to yourself.

“You gonna go to college?” Josh asked after chewing and swallowing his bite, already reaching down for another.

You pushed the inappropriate images in your head away, focusing instead on what Josh had asked you. “Don’t know, I haven’t even applied anywhere. It seems like a waste of time to write all those entry essays if you don’t even know what you want to do or study”.

“But how are you supposed to know what you want to do until you try?” He replied, the serious tone in his voice contradicted by the way he casually sat on the top of the table with his feet in the chair next to you.

Josh made a good point, he himself being the very example of his words. He never knew he wanted to be in a band until he and his brothers formed one. His bubbly and outgoing personality paired well with the position of front man, but Josh never knew singing would ever be a serious career choice up until they managed to land a label deal. Now here they were, a bunch of teenagers about to embark on the wildest journey of their lives and this was your last night to say goodbye to the only person in this small town you’d ever felt like you could truly be yourself around.

Well, maybe that was a bit of a lie. There was one thing you were hiding.

You and Josh had grown awfully close these past few months, closer than you ever were while in school together. Despite the short amount of time he had left with all of his friends and family here, Josh had spent most of the summer with you. The closer you got to him the more these strange feelings started to take root.

No matter how hard you tried to grip the weeds that rapidly grew and pull them out by the stem, they had wound their way deep into your heart and by the time you were sure of it- that you were in love with him, it was too late.

You looked up at Josh, still trying to get used to the way he’d sheared his hair short at the beginning of this summer saying he needed something fresh for this new era of his life. God he was a beautiful boy. You’d liked his long hair but you’d warmed up to this look by now, and honestly the way it fluffed at the top made him look so soft. It took every ounce of restraint in your body to not just stand up and bury your fingers down to his scalp as you kissed him with all you had.

“What? Do I have white powder on my face?” He asked when he noticed you staring. “Can’t be giving anyone the wrong impression even if I am a big shot rock star now”.

“No stupid, but you do have crumbs all over your shirt”.

Josh looked down in disbelief, quickly jumping off the rickety table and brushing the crumbs onto the ground. He offered you the rest of the mangled funnel cake and when you declined, took it over to the large plastic barrel chained to the lamppost being used as a trash can.

When he returned, Josh had pulled a single perfectly rolled joint out of a metal tin he had hidden in his pocket, cheesing over at you as he asked, “what to get high on the ferris wheel?”

“I thought you’d never ask”.

1969

You were brought back to the present when the set ended and the sea of people facing the stage all started to turn and retreat back to their own lives. Having all shared the same beautiful moment, you only hoped some of them had taken the message sent forth and were out to spread some good back into the world.

As for yourself, you were about ready for a lukewarm shower, dinner, and bed when someone calling your name stopped you in your tracks. A security guard approached you and you thought maybe you’d dropped your wallet otherwise how would a stranger know who you were, but all he said was “follow me”.

Behind the stage there was a large tent set up. It had just started to grow dark outside, but plenty of electric lamps and headlights of buses and vans lit your path through the chaos of working road crew until finally you were being deposited in front of a separate tent with a note hanging from its white canvas entrance that read ‘reserved’.

You glanced over your shoulder in question, but the security guard was gone. Off to finish what he needed to be doing before he was assigned the task of tracking you down. No one else passing by seemed to pay you any mind, probably thinking that if you’d made it this far then you had a reason to be back here. The reason was unknown to you though, as you took a deep breath and slid your hand between the slit in the opening to the tent and pushed inside.

“Josh?” Your voice came out in a quiver when you took in the only two people inside. One, a woman dressed in a pair of pinstripe pants and a button down with a badge hanging from her neck, maybe a manager. The other, still dressed in his stage clothes with his back turned towards you, was your long lost friend.

It had been a long time since you’d seen Josh. Nearly ten whole years if you didn’t count the first Christmas he came back home while you were still there. He hadn’t ever been lost though, you only chose not to keep track of everywhere he and his band went otherwise you’d go insane with regret for what never was and never will be.

“Thank god they found you!” Josh exclaimed when he turned around to see you standing there, unsure of how to approach. Josh made the decision for you, running over and throwing his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug. “What are you doing here? How have you been? What is that on your face?” He bombarded you with questions, pulling back but leaving his hands in a firm grip on your shoulders.

“Umm, I’m working here right now, I’m doing good I guess, and I assume you’re referring to my beard? I could ask you the same thing”. You answered each of his questions as shortly as you could, though really you could have spilled your heart out to him right there because you were so excited to see that he did remember you and apparently he’d sent that security guard to find you.

Josh burst out into laughter, his mustache and goatee combo haloing his pearly white teeth. “I suppose you’re right. I’d love to catch up, are you doing anything for the rest of the night?”

You had work tomorrow, but none of that seemed to matter with him here, touching you again, smiling at you again, looking at you with those same doe-like endearing eyes filled with marvel that you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. “No I’m free, what did you have in mind?”

“Drinks?” He raised a brow, of course the last time you’d seen him you were barely old enough to be allowed a glass of wine at Christmas dinner. A lot had changed since then though, and you’d had your fair share of wild drunken nights, some good, same bad, but all unforgettable. Hopefully tonight would be the same.

“Yeah that sounds great. I know a place that’s not too busy, only the locals really go there” you suggested.

“Perfect! Just let me get changed real quick then we can head out”.

“What about the others?” You asked. Though you would very much like to hear from Sammy, Jake, and Danny again, the thought of spending time alone with Josh just like you used to sounded even better.

“Oh they’ve all got their own stuff to do. Unless you want them to come I thought it’d just be us”.

Before you could explain yourself, Josh dropped his pants and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he switched into some going out clothes.

“What? You like what you see?” He teased as he slid his sparkly stage jacket off, trading its gems and rhinestones out for something more simple and muted. “I saw you watching me out there you know”.

For a second you thought Josh might be flirting with you a little bit, but you quickly pushed the thought aside marking it up to his effervescent personality that only seemed to have grown over the years. “I mean you guys were all fun to watch. I can’t believe that’s the first show I’ve been to since the garage days”.

“Seriously?!” Josh looked shocked and hurt learning this, though the pointed look in his eye told you that he might’ve known anyways considering this was the first time you’d met since the last goodbye.

Had he ever looked for you in the crowds before? How many shows did it take of him not seeing you there before he gave up and moved on? These thoughts were plaguing your mind now, but Josh finished changing and grabbed a light jacket to throw on as he led you out the tent and to the back artist exit.

One quick taxi ride from the street over, and you two were at the bar you’d frequented for quite some time now. Walking through the doors it didn’t take long for you to realize the reason why this bar wasn't as popular was because everyone who came here was just a little off.

You never met anyone bad here, nothing besides the ordinary light weights and messy drunks, but these were more than just society’s rejects. They were the type of people who challenged the status quo and in turn got labeled as freaks and queers. Josh didn’t seem to mind one bit though, already cozying up to the bartender to order the first round.

“So, what brought you this far from home?” Josh asked once drinks were ready and you’d found a place to sit.

“Well, I did start college that spring after the last Christmas we had together. Moved into the dorms and my roommate and I got pretty close”. You took your time explaining things to Josh now, feeling more and more comfortable being around him again. The way he met your gaze with such interest and excitement made it seem like no time at all had passed.

One thing you did choose to leave out of your story though was the part about your roommate being your first gay awakening and all the time spent in the dorm together. Except for your undying crush on Josh, he had been the first boy to help you really discover yourself and learn who you wanted to be and without that experience you weren’t sure where you would have ended up. Certainly not here surrounded by a bunch of bar-goers who were clearly not of the straight orientation.

“His uncle works for the company I do now. He got me this job when I decided I didn’t want to finish school. Basically we travel and build sets for films. I’ve been working out here for about six months but we’re about to finish up and move onto the next site”.

“You work on film sets?” You didn’t think Josh’s eyes could light up any brighter, but his irises seemed to sparkle now. “That’s amazing!”

“Sure” you chuckled, thinking to yourself that you wouldn’t exactly call the job ‘amazing’ but it definitely came with its perks. You’d gotten to travel a lot, meet so many interesting people on all walks of life, even learned a few skills here and there. Overall, you think you turned out alright.

Josh talked for a while about tour life, learning the music industry at such a young age, and more than just a handful of hilarious stories about nearly killing his brothers along the way. A few rounds in and your sides were hurting from how hard you were both laughing, the addition of sweet alcohol making catching up as smooth as the last shot Josh brought from the bar.

“Gonna go catch a break in the restroom real quick” you mentioned after your glasses both clanked against the table top.

“Me too” Josh stood up with you, following behind since you knew the way.

Somehow the air seemed to shift from the light laughter at the table to something more heavy along the way. You could feel Josh’s eyes on your back as you weaved through the small crowd. Your extremities felt heavy but they carried you anyways and you nearly bumped into the person coming out of the men’s room. After excusing yourself you slipped inside, stopping in the middle of the room as you heard the door shut and lock behind you.

Josh, I need to tell you something rang in your head, the idea of telling him how you’d felt all these years weighing heavily on you with your inhibitions fading the faster your blood pumped the alcohol through your system. You turned to gauge his expression, attempting to read the room, but before you could make sense of what was happening Josh was jumping at you.

His lips crashed against yours in a frenzy and his hands came up to cup your face to pull you closer to him. It took you a few seconds to process, but then something clicked in your head and your arms wrapped around his waist as you kissed him back.

“So you do feel the same way?” Josh broke the kiss momentarily to question.

“Feel the same way?” You answered breathily, “Josh, I’ve been in love with you for ten years”.

His brows furrowed, trying to process his own feelings flooding through him right now. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

That was a loaded question, one that seemed obvious to you. He was leaving, you were young and stupid, but more than any of that you were scared then. The small town back home wasn’t exactly the ideal place to grow up queer in, but even now that you’d gotten away you only learned first hand about how prejudiced and judgmental the world could be. “What would I have said? You were my best friend, things were harder back then, things are still hard now”.

“Were” Josh repeated that one word. “I was your best friend, but after I left that changed. At Christmas you were distant, I thought you hated me. I tried calling home a few times, mom said you were around but didn’t come over anymore. She missed you, I missed you”.

You sighed and took a few steps back, creating a bit of space so you could think clearly without his warm body pressed against yours. “I was upset. Maybe even a little angry, but not at you, at the situation. I wanted out of there so badly but I hadn’t found my purpose in life, fuck I still haven’t if it even exists, but you did. I missed you so fucking bad Josh it physically hurt. I went to go see your mom a few times but it just made me more sad so I stopped. I stopped doing a lot of things that used to make me happy because they didn’t anymore and then I realized that the only reason why those things ever made me happy in the first place was because I was with you”. A small tear slipped out the corner of your eye, rolling down next to your nose until you swiped it away. It had been years since you cried even a single tear, having learned men didn’t show their emotions like that in the real world, but around Josh you couldn’t help it.

“So what now?” Josh’s voice was whisper soft now and he looked like he was on the verge of tears himself.

You looked at him in silence for a moment, asking yourself what really could you do? The truth was out in the open now, it was uglier and harder to admit than you’d ever imagined, but Josh seemed to reciprocate your feelings and that you never really seriously considered. The only problem now was Josh was still in a very successful band, and you didn’t even know where you were going to be next month. This couldn’t work, it’d be messy, and you debated whether it would really be worth it, but when you looked over at Josh you knew you didn’t care anymore.

You closed the gap between you again, grabbing at the collar of Josh’s open jacket and pulling him into another hungry kiss. Josh ran his hands up your chest and around your shoulders, tangling his fingers into the strands of hair at the nape of your neck that had come loose from your bun.

“Your hair is so long now” he mumbled between kisses. “I like it”.

“I know, I’ve really leaned into the homeless hippie look” you replied, smiling at the way your comment made him chuckle. It felt so good to hold him while he laughed that you had to fight back the thought of how bad it would feel when he was gone again and you couldn’t have this every day.

The kiss you shared started to grow deeper, and Josh responded by stepping impossibly closer so that he could press his whole body up against yours, moaning slightly at the way your thigh felt pressing into his groin.

Your eyes opened when you felt that he was hard, well you were too, but the physical proof that he indeed was as into this as you were was about to send you spiraling over the edge. Before you could make a move to touch him, see if you could pull another pretty sound from his pretty mouth, a pound bang came from the otherside of the door.

Looks like your bathroom break had taken too long.

“You have somewhere we can go?” Josh asked, trying to regather himself after being startled.

“You want to come back to my place?”

“Why not?” He replied and pushed his hips into your thigh once more. “Come on, the night is young”.

-

“You weren’t kidding about the hippie thing” Josh laughed when you showed him where you lived. An old beat up RV trailer passed down to you from your old roommates uncle.

“Like I said. I move around a lot”. You shrugged your shoulders and unlocked the rickety door that could probably just be forced open with one hard enough tug, locked or not- you were thankful you never had to find out if that was true, and allowed him to take the first step inside. “It’s nice to not have to pack everything up when I move, I can just take it all with me”.

Though it was small, you’d taken the time to keep the inside nice. Most of your furniture you’d taken off of sets once they were torn down and all the pieces the directors crew didn’t want to haul back to the studio were thrown away. It was a bachelors pad to say the least, but it was cozy and welcoming nonetheless.

“It’s like the tour buses” he commented as he moved around and took everything in. “I never expected we’d be living so similarly without even knowing it”.

He was right, it had never crossed your mind that Josh lived life on the road as well- he just made more frequent stops whereas you stayed put for some time. Maybe you still had a lot more in common than you’d expected.

“You want something to drink?” You asked, trying to be a good host. You didn’t bring people back to your RV often, and when you did it was usually just for a quick fuck or a weed deal. Josh didn’t feel like either of those, though if he was anything like the Josh you knew before then he did have a stash somewhere on him.

“No” he answered, finding his way to the back of the trailer where there were two doors. One was cracked open so he could tell it was the washroom, the other behind him was shut. Without breaking eye contact, Josh reached back and found the door knob giving it a half twist. “What’s in here?”

“I think you know what’s in there”. The space in the trailer was small and intimate, just enough room for one person to live comfortably. The bedroom on the other hand, he was sure to be surprised that it wasn’t much of a bedroom at all but only

a tiny space with a mattress stuffed inside.

You approached, matching the mischievous look in his eye showing him now that you were both here, you weren’t going to back down. He twisted the knob the rest of the way and turned around to pull the door open, stopping in his tracks when he saw it really was just a raised bed with a window behind it that had the curtains drawn shut.

Even if he wanted to back away now, you were already behind him, wrapping your arms around his midsection and kissing at his neck. “What? Expected a California king?”

“I don’t know what I expected,” he laughed again, leaning into your touch and letting out a little sigh of relief now that he was being touched and kissed again, “but this will do”.

Josh pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside, allowing you a wider plane of shoulder to press your kisses against. Then he whipped around and pulled at your shirt, prompting you to take it off quickly before he started to kiss you again.

Feather light brushes against clavicles with fingertips, warm breath caressing the apples of your cheeks, and a hitched voice as you wedged your knee between Josh’s thighs. It was all so intoxicating, and soon you were both stripped down crawling into the bunk you called your bedroom.

“It’s a little bigger than mine” he commented as he looked around at the walls surrounding you, the ceiling just high enough that you could sit up but nothing else.

“Let me see for myself”. You kissed him again, slipping your hand between your bodies to take hold of his length. “Hmm, it’ll do”.

“I’m gonna make you eat those words” Josh teased back, though his body arched into your touch.

“Why do that? When there’s so much more I can do with my mouth?”

He cocked a brow, trying to remain as calm and resolved as you were with your hand still wrapped around his cock. “Oh? Please enlighten me”.

You smiled, secretly relieved Josh was following your lead and seemingly enjoying himself too. Hopefully he’d be enjoying himself even more once you had your lips around him instead of your fingers.

Your mouth was watering already as you made your descent down his body, kissing and licking at his milky smooth skin, paying special attention to the rosy pink buds on his chest. His legs parted for you and you settled comfortably between them, determined to stay there for as long as he liked, giving him one testing lick to the underside of his head and watching him twitch and suck in a breath. Taking the whole tip into your mouth next, you tasted him fully with a swirl of your tongue, his salty essence present with each flick against the slit. Then you bobbed your head all the way down, holding back your gag reflex as you held

Yourself there while he squirmed underneath you and reached up to tangle one of his hands in your hair. When he’d settled back down you started your motions, tucking an arm underneath your chest so you could cup his balls while you sucked him off.

“So- ah- so so good” he moaned, not even bothering with trying to thrust on his own because you were taking him down so well.

After a while your name was falling from his mouth like a musical melody when his hand in your hair tightened into a fist and he was pulling you off before he could finish. “Fuck, that’s good but I want more” he panted, his eyes glazed over already as he watched you wipe the spit from your mouth. “Will you fuck me from behind? I like it like that”.

You’d thought you’d nearly sobered up by now, but by the way your head spun and you fumbled to get into position you weren’t so sure anymore. Grabbing a bottle of lube you kept handy, you squirted a little bit onto the fingers of your dominant hand, then put the bottle back somewhere it’d be safe but still in reach and placed your opposite hand on the round of his ass.

“God Josh you’re so fucking hot” you mumbled as you took in the picture below you for a moment before continuing.

He was propped up on his knees and elbows, and he looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “Even more than before?”

“What do you think?”

Your crush on Josh before was nothing more than puppy love. You loved him before you ever even knew what that really meant, and you had your heart broken anyways. This Josh was still the same person you’d spent that summer with, your night at the fair, even the Christmas he’d said he thought you hated him, but he had also grown.

You had grown as well. Loved someone else and had your heart broken again, delved into your sexuality with more than a couple one night stands. Even throughout all that time and all those lovers, you’d never forgotten Josh, and he’d never forgotten you. Your meeting now may not have been destined. You knew his band was playing at that festival and you’d spent all those hours standing at that stage so you wouldn’t lose your spot in the front row. Just for one hopeful glance at the ghost of your past, and now look at where you were.

This reunion wasn’t sweet, it was desperate and animalistic, years of pent up yearning coming out. But you were gentle as you took your time stretching him for you, petting him deep inside until he was choking back sobs.

“Are you ready?” You asked, knowing the answer already by the way your fingers slid in and out easily, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes, I’m so fucking ready”.

Josh lifted himself from his elbows onto his palms, balling up your sheets in his fists. You waited for him to hold still again and retreated your fingers slowly. He whimpered at the loss, but you were quick to find the bottle of lube and squirt some into your palm to lather up your own throbbing length with.

Before lining yourself up, you leaned over his back and kissed him deeply, placing the bottle of lube into one of his hands. While he kissed you back, sloppy and full of tongue, you wiggled your hips against his ass and with just a few adjustments you were slipping inside.

Josh broke the kiss, letting his head fall and his shoulders roll back when you set in at a grueling pace. You straightened up and grabbed his hips, angling your thrusts in the spot you’d found just a moment ago that had him coming apart. He jolted forward from the shock against his nerves, but then widened his knees and rocked backwards, meeting your thrusts in the middle.

“That’s it, right there” you groaned as you pumped into him harder, threads of your hair sticking to the sweat on your neck and face. You could feel yourself getting close, the burn in your belly fighting against the burn in your legs for which would give in first.

With the lube still tightly gripped in one hand, Josh decided he couldn’t bother with trying to get the cap open right now, instead spitting into his other palm and reaching underneath to start hurriedly stroking himself. You relented only when he started to cum, focusing on slowly fucking him through his orgasm and trying to hold it together as he clenched around you. His elbow folded and he collapsed onto the bed just in time for you to pull out and finish yourself, shooting all over his back while he caught his breath.

Your exhaustion caught up to you all at once as you threw yourself onto the bed beside him. You landed on your back and he immediately crawled on top of you, resting his cheek against your chest and humming. “I’m so glad you came to the show. I was worried I’d never see you again”.

“I went far too long without seeing you Josh Kiszka. I guess ten years is my limit”.

“Please tell me it’s not going to take another ten for us to meet like this again” he whispered, trying not to ruin the mood but also needing some sort of consolation to ease his mind before he could go to sleep in your arms.

“Not if I have a say in it” you answered him with a squeeze and a kiss to the top of his fluffy curls. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Josh turned his head so that his chin was against your chest now, peering up at you through his long dark eyelashes with his chocolatey sweet eyes. He looked like some sort of woodland nymph leisurely laying in the nude with nothing but the moonlight filtering through the thin spots in your old curtains illuminating the features of his soft face as he waited for your question.

“Earlier at the bar, you said ‘so you do feel the same’… how long have you felt this way?”

“Just as long as you have” he answered plainly, no point in hiding it now. “I don’t think I would have changed anything though. I wasn’t ready for any type of commitment back then, I think I would’ve just made a mess of everything then still had to leave. I enjoyed that summer, enjoyed spending it with you”.

So he wasn’t ready. That was a reasonable excuse, nothing worse than the one you had, but there was still the bigger question either of you had yet to resolve. “And now?”

“Now…” Josh sighed, laying his head back down and tracing invisible circles with his finger to distract one part of his brain while the other thought. “Now life is busier than ever, one tour ends and the next begins, we’ve still got lots of music we’re working on recording”.

You held your breath as he spoke, staring up at your ceiling in wait for the pen to drop, for Josh to tell you he still wasn’t ready.

“But, I'm freer than I’ve ever been, and I’m ready. I want to share the rest of my journey with someone”.

“And you think I can be that someone?”

“I think I’d very much like to try. If that’s what you want”.

“I think I’d very much like that too”.

-

It was early in the morning, you could tell by the way your eyes prickled with the first of light. That wasn’t what woke you though. No, you were used to sleeping through the sun coming up, it was the warmth around your cock and the subtle slurping sounds filling the tiny space that pulled you from sleep.

“I gotta go soon” Josh popped off for a moment to speak, having noticed your awakening by the way you suddenly went from only half hard to completely rock solid in his mouth. “Wanna love on you some more first”.

“No complaints here” you replied as he went back to work, though not before grabbing the bottle of lube. Josh pushed on your thighs to spread your legs wider, then pressed a lubed up finger to your entrance.

He wasn’t easy with you like you were last night to him, giving you just enough time to adjust to the first finger before he added another. As soon as he was able to, Josh sat up and positioned himself, gradually pushing inside until his hips were flush against your ass.

The stretch burned a little, but you welcomed it with a deep exhale as he squirted more lube into his hand and started pumping his fist over your length, each downward stroke meeting his thrust into you. Josh stared down at you the entire time, his eyes only flicking away from yours every so often to watch the way he slid in and out.

“Can I cum in you?” He asked through a moan that signaled he was getting close. “Please? I want to leave you with something”.

“Fuck Josh yes, fill me up” you cried out, your own orgasm starting to wrack through your body. “I want to feel it”.

“Fuck here it is” he groaned, letting go of your softening cock so he could grip both your hips and deliver his final blow.

He pulled out and you shivered from the feeling of his warmth leaving you as well, laying there in your messy sheets as he got up and started to gather his things.

“I’m sorry, running late already” he mentioned as he quickly pulled all his clothes back on, bumping his elbows and shoulders in the narrow opening of your RV.

You sat up and watched in silence, trying to figure out what to say. He remembered everything you said last night right? Or was all that just pillow talk?

Once Josh was fully dressed again, he grabbed his jacket last and threw it over his arm then leaned back through the threshold of your bedroom and gave you one last kiss.

When he was gone you felt your heart breaking all over again. You wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep until this all felt like just a dream, but you got up anyway to make a pot of coffee.

There it was, a piece of paper sitting on the counter right in front of the coffee pot. A note from Josh.

This is my address. At the end of this week I’ve got the rest of the month off. Come stay with me and we will figure everything out.

I love you, J

A smile tugged at your lips as you read the note over again. This really was happening, after all this time he was back in your life. You had no idea how this was going to work, but if he was willing then you were too.

Fin

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Alright Sam lane here’s your chance! I need a Sam fic on my masterlist. Was thinking something for Halloween? Any requests before I start brainstorming?

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Hi love!

First off love your works! Second, I’ve been in a Janny lane mood lately. I would love a one shot or series with Janny x reader , where they in vite either Danny or Jake into their relationship or it could start out as a one night threesome and then progress further

Hello!! 💕

First of all, LOVE that you’re in a Janny mood cause, same

As for this request, any other wants/needs/desires? How do we feel about janny X plus size reader? (since you know I was supposed to write that a long time ago 🫣)

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Hello lovely 💗, I’m requesting Jake x Danny smut with a really whiny subby Jake and maybe like soft dom Danny idk, I’ll love whatever you write anyway 🤭🤭

Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!

Hmm, maybe I can combine this with the other Jake/Danny request? Either way I can definitely do a whiny subby Jake because we need more of that like yesterday hehehe

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

I absolutely love the way u write sanny! Can we pls get a friends to lovers one shot soon??

Omg thank you!!

Ok I was going to wait to say something… but since you asked 🤭

I am working on a Sanny piece next. It’s going to be another college AU with Sam and Danny in a tennis club

I’m reeeeaaally excited about it so it will probably end up being another mini series

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Ok I am officially 1.8k into the Danny bk oneshot and it’s all downhill from here 🤭