#gvf slash

[leviathanlazarus]

Loopy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Word Count: ~4900

Warnings: 420 blaze it; stoned sex ft. frottage. 18+ only

Just wanted to write about these two, specifically from around 2019 <3 Hope you enjoy!

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“Shit,” Danny muttered breathlessly, leaning back in the driver’s seat. The windows were all up and all fogged so the outside world was almost entirely invisible–that was just fine with Josh, who was sitting in the passenger seat, basking in the warmth and the musky, earthy fragrance that filled the small space. Danny sighed contentedly and rolled his head to the side, looking right at him as he said, “I wish I could feel like this forever.” 

Josh giggled a little, already way higher than he expected to get. Actually, he hadn’t expected to get high at all–he’d expected to just meet Danny at their usual spot, swap cash for weed and part ways. They smoked together after the deal was done fairly often, but not every time, and today Danny had seemed oddly on edge before they started smoking. 

“Don’t you feel like this most of the time?” Josh quipped, flicking the lighter back to life to take another hit. Was smoking yourself sober a real thing? If so, he thought he might inadvertently make it happen if they smoked anymore. He thought of himself as a certified stoner, but Danny lived on another planet. 

Danny laughed louder than Josh had ever heard him, tilting his head back so he was looking out into the fogged glass. “Most of the time, yeah. It’s par for the course, man,” he said. When he reached for the bowl that Josh passed back, their fingers brushed and Josh’s whole hand tingled so much with the touch, it was like Danny was made of lightning. 

An onset of loud pitter-patters began to hit the car; fat droplets of rain smacked the windows and made glossy trails. Josh watched them, each one seeming to move in slow motion, and the music from the car stereo began to drown out with the sound of the heavy downpour. 

“Oh, man,” Danny remarked, tapping on his window and peering out. “Look at that.”

Josh followed his gaze out the driver’s side, managing a glimpse of billowing wet, green leaves outside through the fog. It was so cozy inside the car, inside the haze, sitting with his own nervous but excited energy and Danny’s friendly, easygoing presence. He didn’t want to leave. He’d keep smoking until the whole half ounce he bought was gone if it meant more time together. 

Danny answered Josh’s silent plea by announcing, turning again to look into his dry, slightly bleary eyes: “Looks like we’re not going anywhere for a bit. Want me to pack another?”

Josh’s heart hammered along with the rain. “I can do it,” he offered, already reaching for the bag of weed he’d bought. 

Danny gave a playful, light shove to his shoulder. “Nah, stop it. I said I’d smoke you up, so let me smoke you up.” He grinned while he retrieved the little plastic jar he was keeping his current stash in. “Save yours for another rainy day. Right?”

Normally, Josh was sure he’d have something cute and witty to reply with. But he was so stoned and so giddy with his elation of being mere inches away from Danny that his brain felt like nothing more than a mass of candy-colored swirls, his usual thoughts lost in the mix. He hadn’t had a crush like this in ages, and never did he think he’d ever be down bad for a dealer. Not that he had anything against dealers, at least not people who sold the “soft” stuff–he had lots of experience with plenty of them since high school–but Danny was just different. 

And gorgeous. Josh had noticed that right away. Danny was gorgeous now, with the faint pink flush across the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones; the way his dark, loose curls fell against his shoulders, the ends brushing against his collarbones that were just barely visible thanks to the few undone buttons of his shirt. Josh could even see a bit of his chest hair, stark in color and contrasting with the subtle golden hue of his skin. Josh found himself staring at that triangular spot of skin revealed between the flannel shirt, counting his chest hairs, wondering what his skin would feel like under his hands.

“What?” Danny asked, breaking the trance. When Josh looked up, he was quickly put under another spell because those damn eyes–he could get lost in them. Lost in them like the deep, dark and mysterious woods they resembled, all lush and mossy and scattered with patches of sunlight. Actually, Josh thought, slightly amused, a little like some really good, dank buds. 

“What?” Josh chirped back, his face growing hot. His whole body really, and it wasn’t just the weed anymore. He was embarrassed–not an emotion he frequently felt. Danny just did that to him. Every time they met up for Josh to buy, his heart would go wild. It had taken a few deals for his hands to stop shaking when they exchanged goods. Now, he felt like he was back at square one and his only relief would be the usual–going home to have a slow, fuzzy jerk-off session while thinking about Danny’s hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own.

“You were staring at me,” Danny said, his own face looking even more flushed. Was it the weed or was it–no, no way it could be Danny also being embarrassed. What did he have to be embarrassed about? But his hands were idle, no longer working to pack the next bowl, as if waiting for Josh to speak some sort of revelation.

Maybe it was a revelation, because Josh felt so bold for no good reason that he actually said, “Yeah. You’re hard to not stare at.”

Danny looked away, eyes on the dashboard for a split second before he looked back at Josh. “In a good way or a bad way?”

Josh scoffed, shaking his head. “Oh come on,” he said, his shaky hands also returning. He started something here–he just wasn’t sure what. Hope was a loose thread in his heart, but his high head was veering into the land of paranoia, and if Danny wasn’t at least going to be nice about letting him down, Josh was sure he’d never recover. 

“Sooo,” Danny began as he began to finally crumble the weed into the bowl, head down and giving Josh a perfect view of that perfect profile. “In a good way?”

“In a very good way.” Josh licked the backs of his bottom teeth, trying to awaken some saliva and curb the intense cottonmouth that was only getting worse with his nerves. It was so bad he was half-tempted to open the window and stick his head out, open his mouth and try to catch some of the rainfall. 

The smallest smile curved Danny’s lips. “Thanks,” he said, thumb and forefinger placing the last crumb of weed into the bowl. “You’re cute.”

Josh felt like his brain fully short-circuited at the sound of those words. He’d heard it a thousand times from a thousand different people but hearing it from Danny was, well, different. The compliment reverberated and echoed in his ears, sounding louder than the song from the stereo and the rain still hammering the car.

“You’re the hottest dealer I’ve ever had,” Josh said. It was the first thing he clearly thought and despite being a cheap compliment, he hoped against all hope that it would work in his favor. 

Danny laughed, tossing his head back, so loud again–Josh loved that sound. He wanted to hear it more often. He wanted to make Danny laugh like that all the time. 

“How many dealers have you had?” he asked, pivoting in his seat so one leg was cocked, one foot on the floor, eyes locked on Josh as he christened the new bowl with the flame. Josh’s eyes wandered down to the apex of Danny’s thighs covered in blue denim, briefly zeroing in on the zipper fly that was slightly bulging. 

“Um–enough to know I’m not gonna find another one as hot as you?” Josh replied, not intending it to come out insecure and like a question. But Danny’s gaze was suddenly intense and piercing, like the single hit had supercharged him with intimidating confidence. Josh also had to hold out hope that the bowl being passed to him again would do the same.

Danny leaned back, one arm slung across the driver’s seat while the other rested on the dashboard. He was as spread out as he could be, taking up space while simultaneously keeping his body so open that Josh knew he could easily crawl over to him and close the gap, share the space with him. He was silent as Josh took his hit, still looking right at him, lips slightly pursed in thought, brows just ever so slightly furrowed. 

Screw short-circuiting–Josh had to wonder if he was straight-up tripping when Danny asked, “Do you get horny when you smoke?”

Josh coughed wildly, bringing a hand to his chest from shock and the sharp discomfort in his lungs. He shoved the bowl back at Danny and waved the plume of smoke away from his face so he could see whatever facial expression Danny was wearing–his face was calm, curious, his eyes searching Josh’s face too, waiting for an answer.

At least he didn’t have to doubt anymore. This was it, Josh deduced–the invitation he’d only ever dreamed of. 

He inched closer in the passenger seat, sidling up against the center console. He’d peeked in there earlier when Danny had opened it–CDs, a phone charger, numerous lighters, rolling papers, a mini bottle of Listerine. It all made sense. Now, pressed up against it, Josh was wondering what was in Danny’s other compartments–what did he keep in the top drawer of his dresser? His bedroom nightstand? What cereals were in his kitchen cupboard? What on earth was the cologne he was wearing that smelled so warm and rich even through the dense scent of weed and where did he keep the bottle?

Josh wasn’t used to racing thoughts while stoned. He wanted to be grounded. He wanted to crawl into the space between Danny’s thighs and kiss his flushed cheeks and bite his lip, run his fingers through his chest hair with one hand and use the other to tug on his hair.

“Sometimes, yeah,” Josh finally answered. He was horny. He was half-hard in his pants just from Danny’s presence and the brief conversation, if that was even the right word for it. 

The hand on the dashboard slowly moved away and down–Josh swallowed hard, confused and entranced, as he watched Danny palm himself through his jeans. “Me too,” he said, his thumb running over the zipper of his fly. He coughed a little and smiled. “Like right now.”

“Fuck,” was all Josh could say, mind still racing while simultaneously feeling foggy, as foggy as the car’s interior and windows. 

“Sure,” Danny said, and Josh was frozen as his long body allowed him to fluidly slink forward past the center console–then Josh was forced to move because two of Danny’s fingers were hooked in his necklace and tugging him forward. 

He closed his eyes just before the kiss came, too stunned and bewildered to watch the whole thing in motion. Everything faded away–the music, the rain, the air blowing from the vents, the smell of the weed–when Danny’s lips found his. Josh relaxed into the kiss, his shoulders slumping; when Danny’s hands gently fumbled on his hips, Josh brought his hands up to cradle his face, finally feeling the warm, soft skin he’d imagined so many times. 

“Is this really happening?” he mumbled against Danny’s lips as the kisses became a little faster, a little deeper. His hands were finding those curls, his fingers sinking into each strand of hair, to keep Danny in place like he’d float away if he didn’t.

“If you want it to,” Danny said, one hand on the back of Josh’s neck, the other still on his hip. Before Josh could even try to answer with words, Danny kissed him harder, moaning softly, trying to pull him forward some more. 

Josh went with it. Although his limbs felt heavy and stiff as he crawled over the console and into the driver’s seat, as soon as he was pressed up against Danny’s body, he felt loose and relaxed. Just how he’d felt when they’d first started smoking and his fantasies were just fantasies and he could zone out with the high, lost in blissful images. Now, his weed high was being replaced by a different one–a high made of soft kisses, urgent touches and the intoxicating scent of that cologne that was stuck to Danny’s skin, all a welcome torrent of blissful and real sensations. 

“I really want to,” Josh told him, unbuttoning Danny’s shirt to further prove it. He was finding his words again, but there was still too much he wanted to say, all these desires from their compounded meetings coming to fruition. So he settled for rutting his hips against Danny’s; Danny grabbed Josh’s ass and pulled him right into his lap, and Josh ducked down to keep kissing him. 

The swapping of spit kept his tongue and lips comfortably moist, and Danny tasted like the same weed they’d been smoking and the sharp mint that Josh could assume came from that bottle of Listerine. Had he wanted this to happen too or was swishing and spitting just a habit? Their hands wandered easily over each other’s bodies as Josh considered this; their kisses were slow and steady, and the rain outside kept coming down, adding to the strangely cozy nature of the progressing rendez-vous.

It was all really happening, and all of Josh’s prior doubts were falling away. It seemed so silly now to think that Danny had never thought of some of the same things. When Josh tugged Danny’s shirt apart and rubbed his thumbs over his nipples, Danny arched his back and dug his fingers into Josh’s waist with a deep groan.

“God, you’re sexy,” Josh remarked quietly, looking at Danny’s face again before he started to press soft kisses to his neck. Between them, he could feel Danny’s erection pressing against his own, both of them trapped in their respective pants. Confined to a car, how much could they really comfortably do? Josh wished they were back at his place, or Danny’s even, on a big, soft bed instead of the narrow, firm upholstered seats. 

Not that he ultimately really minded; Danny didn’t seem to either. His hands were slipping beneath Josh’s t-shirt, ticklish touches across his stomach; Josh giggled into the crook of his neck and Danny chuckled softly as one hand wandered back down and landed on Josh’s crotch. 

Just the dull sensation of Danny cupping him through his pants made Josh’s head spin–he wanted more, as much as he could get. He cupped Danny’s cheeks and pulled him into another kiss as he began to grind in his lap, trying to make some more friction. The scant metal of Danny’s zipper and button were proving nice to rub up against, but he still needed more; he reached down to get it undone, Danny nibbling on his bottom lip at the same time.

Danny let out a little huff as Josh grabbed his cock, feeling the size and heat of it through his boxers. Josh broke their languid kisses to look down at what he was feeling–Danny was big, definitely. He’d figured as much. 

Danny put a hand on the back of Josh’s neck, his fingertips brushing through his curls: “Wanna see it?”

Josh nodded, their foreheads pressed together; Danny leaned back and Josh sat back, giving him the bit of space that was possible. Danny brought his hands down to take it out himself and Josh’s mouth was even less dry at the sight of Danny’s cock–big and hard, the head a darker pink and already leaking the tiniest bit of pearly precum. When Danny wrapped his hand around it–his big hand with the long fingers–not even he could cover the entire shaft. Josh just kept staring as Danny lifted his hips and pulled his boxers and jeans down a few inches, exposing his balls and the tops of his thighs, too fixated to know what to do with himself.

Danny gave a shallow nod, his eyes on Josh’s groin. “I wanna see you too,” he said, his voice low and inviting, as he gave one long, easy stroke to himself. 

There was barely enough room on the driver’s side for even Josh to mirror Danny’s prior actions with a modicum of grace. His elbow banged into the dashboard when he pulled his pants down; Danny chuckled and laid a hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Damn,” Danny said, his gaze still on Josh’s groin that was now bared straight to him. Danny’s face was slightly blurred in the lingering haze of smoke and humidity, but when he started to inch closer, closing the gap by pushing Josh back against the center console, Josh’s vision of him became clearer. Josh laid back against it, looking up at him until he winced at the hard plastic digging into the back of his neck. 

“That’s no good,” Danny remarked, then he was shrugging himself out of his shirt and stuffing it beneath Josh’s neck and upper back, giving a shallow, warm and fragrant cushion. He sighed softly as he let his lower body rest on top of Josh’s. “Is that any better?”

Distracted by the first subtle but still intense contact of their erections being pushed together, Josh forgot to answer right away. When he saw Danny smile a little and felt fingers gently running down his neck, Josh said, “Yeah. Yeah, it’s better.” He placed his hands on Danny’s bare waist, one skimming down and over so he could touch the dark happy trail beneath his navel. “Still kinda wish we were on a bed though. Or a couch.”

Danny rolled his hips a bit, really rubbing their cocks together. “Next time,” he said, planting the hand that wasn’t traveling across Josh’s chest onto the center console, right next to his head.

“There’ll be a next time?” Josh asked, tensing with grueling anticipation as Danny let a long string of saliva slide down from his lips and onto their cocks. He gripped Danny’s waist harder, the skin beneath his fingers turning red with his squeezing. 

Danny slid the spit around both of them, his fist a tight vice that kept both of their cocks together within; he nodded, looking down at what he was doing between them for a moment, then met Josh’s gaze again. “For sure,” he said, the sound of his voice and the simple but titillating words looping through Josh’s brain. The hand between them was gone, replaced by more of his weight pressing down, then Danny was kissing Josh again, taking the air right from his lungs and the words right from his tongue.

Confined to the small space of the car, locked in all of his clothes, trapped beneath nearly the full weight of Danny on top of him–so much potential for discomfort, to feel helpless and stuck. But Josh felt nothing but bliss and wanting, the wanting so deep and aching now that Danny really was there on top of him, grinding their hips together and kissing him hard and fast, moaning softly against his lips and playing with his hair with his spit-dampened fingers. Josh felt like he could stay there and keep doing all of that forever.

“I know it’s not the same,” Danny said, speaking against Josh’s lips before he kissed him again, then pulled back from the kiss as his hips pushed forward. “But y’know–given the circumstances–”

“No, no,” Josh said, breathless and wrapping his arms around Danny’s shoulders. “It’s good.” He couldn’t do much in his position, but he was able to grind upwards for a couple seconds, moving with Danny’s rhythm. The friction they were creating and the new high they were chasing might not have been the same, but that didn’t make it any less perfect.  

Danny let out a small huff with his efforts, grinding harder, shoving the weight of his lower body straight down in a surprisingly concentrated way. Josh bit his lip, stifling what he thought might be too pathetic of a whine, but Danny intercepted with another kiss. He swiped the tip of his tongue over the slight tooth imprint in Josh’s bottom lip and caressed his face; the intimacy forced a real whine from Josh’s throat that was caught between their mouths, and he could feel the slight smile on Danny’s lips after the sound tore out of him.

Josh could feel more needy, desperate sounds building up in his chest. When Danny broke away and braced his hand on the center console again, keeping himself propped up while he looked down, Josh kept the sounds locked in his throat. There was no way he could let them out when Danny was looking at him like that, deeply into his eyes with such an open, vulnerable gaze; he didn’t even need to say anything. Josh could see the same desire he felt reflected in Danny’s eyes, and his pupils had become so huge that he could just barely make out his own literal reflection in the blackness. And Danny’s skin, so silky and rosy–his face, but his body too. His chest was flushed and his entire body was vividly warm on top of Josh’s; when Josh took half a second to glance at the windows, he couldn’t see the outside world at all anymore.

A little line creased between Danny’s eyebrows as his jaw visibly tightened and he let out a low, quiet groan. “God, Josh,” he said, so soft and so sweet were those words from his swollen pink lips. It looked like he was going to say something else, but then he was spitting into his hand, leaning back and wrapping that hand around both his and Josh’s cock, jerking them both off with a shocking onset of gusto.

Josh’s back arched and a loud, long moan ripped right out of him. He reached out to grab Danny’s hip, hooking his thumb through the belt loop of his jeans to encourage Danny even more; he closed his eyes, sinking even further into the feelings and the sounds, but then Danny said his name again.

“I want you to come so hard,” Danny said, looking wild and beautiful, so much so that Josh had no doubts about obliging. Just hearing the slight growl in those words and seeing the way Danny’s hair fell against his shoulders, the way his throat bobbed as he threw his head back, was more than enough to bring Josh right to the edge. 

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” Danny hissed, looking down at what Josh could feel was both of their generous streams of precum mixing together in his hand. Danny kept stroking–Josh kept panting and whimpering and staring at him as the smooth velvet of Danny’s cock rubbed against his own, the spit and precum keeping the slide sticky, the friction luxuriously wet. 

Josh was surprised–and delighted–that Danny came first. He threw his head back again as he moaned; Josh watched his shoulders shudder and his chest heave, then looked down at his hips stuttering and the motion of his arm and hand slow down. He could feel the additional warm, wet stickiness of Danny’s cum that made him want to come too. 

With a sigh, Danny let go of himself. He brought his full focus to Josh, keeping his hand wrapped solely around his throbbing wet erection; Josh squirmed while his own chest heaved hard, his breathing ragged, and then his vision was blurring and blacking out entirely as his eyes closed of their own volition. But as his own orgasm rolled through his body and he spilled into Danny’s hand, within the blackness behind his eyes, Josh could still see only him.

When he opened his eyes, Danny was still there, of course. He looked calm and relaxed–he was still perched on top of Josh but his weight had diminished with the slackness of his body and the release of all that energy. The same went for Josh, who was loose like goo in the middle of the front seats, still trying to catch his breath as Danny ducked down to kiss him all gentle and sweet.

“You’re really something,” Danny said when he was sitting back, creating space between them for the first time in which Josh could only guess how long. He wiped his hand on his discarded shirt, then lifted his hips up from the driver’s seat to pull his boxers and jeans back up; Josh managed to do the same after a couple more seconds of collecting his mental bearings. 

Flopping back into the passenger seat, Josh said, “So are you, Danny.” He wished the center console didn’t exist at all so he could stay close without it being awkward–the idea of trying to cuddle, crammed in the driver’s seat together, wasn’t really romantic. But just as Josh was once again dashing away his own little hopes, Danny whisked them to life again by leaning straight across the front of the car and pressing his clean hand to Josh’s cheek.

“I really like your face,” he said, making Josh’s heart ramp up again. Danny’s fingers brushed over his cheekbone and then his jaw before it was gone and Josh just felt the residual tingle of where his touch once had been. 

“I really like yours too,” Josh told him, sparing a quick look at the slight bit of himself that he could catch in the rearview mirror while Danny put his dirty shirt back on. He couldn’t see much, so he hoped he didn’t look as wrecked as he felt–Danny looked depleted but glorious behind the wheel again, and excitement bubbled in Josh’s belly when he lifted the bowl to light again. 

Danny exhaled more smoke, then passed the bowl and lighter over to Josh. “I really like you, Josh. As a whole person,” he said, looking a little shy again. God, it was so cute. Josh had to look away as he took his hit, trying to find a little composure. “It sounds lame, but I’m really glad you started buying from me.”

Josh laughed. The single hit of weed seemed to reignite his previous high, in addition to Danny’s charm. “Yeah, I’m glad about that too. Is it safe to say that, after all this, I’m your favorite customer?” 

Danny laughed too. He backed up against the driver door, facing Josh, legs splayed as much as he could. “No doubt about it.” He leaned forward to take the bowl Josh passed back and let his fingers linger on Josh’s hand, keeping them suspended in air for a moment. “I’ll always smoke you up. But maybe next time, we could do something else too?”

Josh was delighted. He perked up in the passenger seat, Danny’s question echoing in his ears along with the rain that was still pounding down. “Something else in addition to doing this but in a bed instead of a car?”

Another laugh. Danny nodded with the bowl to his lips. “Exactly,” he said, slightly strained with the smoke in his lungs before he exhaled. He smiled, eyes bright. “What do you think?”

“So like…a date?” Josh asked, able to picture it so easily. They’d talked a bit about what else they like to do–he could imagine romping around outside somewhere with Danny, holding hands while they walked a trail with the sun high above their heads. He’d be happy with just about anything.

“Yeah, a date,” Danny affirmed, then cleared his throat. “If you want.” He looked away, his dark hair shielding his face, until Josh took it upon himself to crawl back over the console and sidle up against him. 

“It’s really adorable when you’re shy,” he said, resting his cheek on Danny’s shoulder. “But you should know that I’ve been thinking about doing all sorts of things with you since the first time we met.”

“Oh,” Danny said, chuckling. He tilted his head to rest on top of Josh’s. “That’s good, because I’ve been a little loopy for you since the first time too.” 

Josh smiled to himself. “Am I just flattering myself, or might that be why you seemed a little edgy earlier?”

Danny slid his arm around Josh’s waist and squeezed him a bit, warm and strong. “Yeah. You make me nervous.” 

“Same,” Josh said with a short bark of a laugh, so surprised again, so overjoyed that his world had been illuminated within what would have otherwise just been a slow, dreary afternoon. He was wholly content to hang out there in the dank air, content to be crammed in the car cuddling with Danny until the rain finally stopped. 

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Fire/Fear

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner | Rated Explicit | Words: 8.4k

Warnings: Language, smut, passing out

Summary: A hurt/comfort fic that turns into soft smut where the fires onstage are entirely too hot, Sam becomes overprotective, and Danny has to get permission from a doctor to canoodle with his boyfriend.

Written for, in collaboration with, and edited by @gretavanfreaky

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18+ / MINORS DNI

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Sam had really been into the pyrotechnics this tour.

Everyone always thought that Josh was the pyromanic, but Sam had always given him a run for his money when it came to the admiration for fire, heat, danger, the pure destructive power that was just so damn beautiful and wily.

But Sam was not one to wax poetic - that was definitely Josh’s area of expertise. 

See, Sam was into the pyrotechnics this tour, but also…

Danny.

Or more specifically, Danny and his proximity to the flames and the resulting hot, sweaty, beast of a boyfriend who gleamed a soft orange in the reflection of the fire on his sweat for Sam’s viewing pleasure. Many a show had Sam been distracted by the way rivulets of water would run down his body (often shirtless half-way through the show just from the sweltering temperatures, which was another bonus) when he took rushed, poorly-aimed swigs from his bottle, or the picture of Danny, drumsticks raised high and a smile on his face as he was surrounded by flames. And, as strange as it sounded, something about the smell of smoke and Danny was just…infinitely hot to Sam.

Not to mention – in the name of saving water (save the Earth and all) - the shared showers afterwards.

But as incredibly sexy as his boyfriend was, how the fire made him light up, and how he loved both components of that equation, Sam would have nixed the idea of even a lighter on stage before Josh had even submitted the idea to their tour manager and props guy. It wouldn’t have even crossed the threshold of conception had he known that it would end in a crash and a few screams and the leading thought of holy fuck did we accidentally just set my boyfriend on fire?

Luckily, they hadn’t. But, here, laying in bed with a peaceful Danny in the aftermath of the incident, Sam couldn’t recall what exactly had happened, or if he’d been the one screaming, or whether the scuffed paint and bent tuner peg on his bass could have been avoided.

All he could remember was that even through the smoke and heat and fire, the fear had been icy cold and skin-meltingly hot all at the same time, and he’d thought he was going to throw up when a bunch of stage hands rushed over with water and towels to where Danny was usually poised like a greek god.

The big man stirred against Sam; the doctors said that his body, due to a lack of sleep and a built-up exhaustion, would take a little longer to recover and come to than normal. And sure enough, it had been hours - 3, to be exact - since that awful event and since Danny had been moved at Sam’s unwavering command back to their hotel room, where he’d cranked up the AC, put pillows under Danny’s feet, and had three gatorades and five water bottles waiting on the bedside table.

One big sigh left Danny’s lips and fanned across Sam’s neck. “You haven’t showered yet, have you?”

Finally, after what felt like an excruciating lifetime, Danny was awake. 

Sam grabbed a gatorade immediately and turned in his spot so that he could face Danny on the bed, unable to meet his eyes properly as he snapped the lid off the bottle. “Stop commenting on my personal hygiene and drink, fire boy.”

Not even a hello.

Perhaps it was the lack of Sam’s usual jests and snap-backs that alerted Danny to the fact that something was wrong – still, at least – but he drained half of the bottle in one go regardless of Sam’s demand, sipping on it more when Sam fixed him with a glare that said ‘you’d better finish that.’ “You know, you don’t have to–”

“Do you remember what happened?”

They spoke at the same time, but Danny let Sam go first, quick to playfully roll his eyes but always the gentleman. Usually the gentleman – ask Sam on any given night and he might just give you an overexaggerated wink and smirk. “Yes, Sam. I remember everything that happened up until the point that I actually passed out. I don’t have amnesia, you dork.”

Sam scoffed – he was no expert on the mechanics of what really happened when one passes out. Not when it wasn’t alcohol-related, at least, and even then, he’d left (most) of those days behind in his younger years. But, you know - fuck him for being a concered and invested boyfriend, apparently.

“Oh, well, sorry I’m not in the habit of passing out, I guess,” Sam snarked back. Danny just laughed good-naturedly at him and placed a sloppy kiss on Sam’s cheek. But Sam was curious. It was already established that he’d been too hopped-up on adrenaline to properly remember the exact order of events, and he wanted Danny’s perspective. “Just for shits and giggles,” he ventured, and Danny hummed for him to go on, “uh…what did happen? I mean, from where you were sitting,” Sam clarified quickly - again, a little embarrassed of his reaction and inability to remember the entirety of the event himself.

Danny finished off the bottle and battled with Sam for a moment when Sam tried to replace it with a water bottle before he even had the chance to throw the empty one in his hand away. “Chill the fuck out for a second, Sam,” Danny giggled, trying to push away the bottle without spilling any of the contents on either of them. “I just drank that gatorade in like…two minutes flat. Give me a break.”

“The doctor said you have to get fluids in you!” Sam insisted, forcefully pushing the water on Danny, but not exactly wrestling the man for fear of…well, he wasn’t quite sure he could place the fear yet. “And gatorade has so much sugar - you need water.”

Finally, Danny grabbed hold of Sam’s wrist tightly and stopped his attack, looking him in the eyes and seeing remnants of that worry Sam had felt on stage. “I will,” he promised sweetly, taking the bottle because he knew Sam’s intentions were pure, but…not very well executed. “Just, on my time and not shoved down my throat, please.”

Sam grumbled his assent, but kept an eagle eye on the water, making sure Danny didn’t put it down.

“Now,” Danny continued once they settled back down, “I started feeling a little weird after my solo.”

…

The show had started off like many of the other ones on the tour had. Not that it wasn’t memorable in its own way, or boring whatsoever, but - doing relatively the same sets every few days created a nice little flow that was conducive to the beat Danny could put out. It was what he was best at, after all - consistency and rhythm, the heartbeat and drum. 

Besides, Josh’s antics could never allow for a boring show, and with Sammy right by his side, Danny could pick a moment in time at random and would gladly live in it forever - tour, venue, song, crowd, or day be damned.

…

“Such a sap,” sighed Sam. But internally, he was swooning. He was a big swooner, but he’d never let Danny get away with the cheesy stuff without just a little bit of ribbing.

“Shut up and let me tell the story.”

“Drink your water.”

“Sam.”

…

So the show had started off well, and the crowd was alive and Josh was inciting even more energy that Danny pushed to match – he was feeding off of the exhilarating feeling of giving the people what they wanted, hearing them chant his name, the drive to prove just how good he was and how he contributed to the band.

It didn’t occur to him until his thirst nearly distracted him from his kit that he’d forgotten to drink water throughout the entire first half of the set.

And he was going to - he was - but then Jake’s ‘WAH’ pedal went out and he was informed via his in-ear that his solo was moving up a spot while the techs worked their magic. He didn’t have time to crack the bottle open and forgot about the water, too focused on his job and finishing the song and making the transition into his solo as seamless as possible. 

Did his eyesight go fuzzy here and there? Yeah. But his focus on the kit in front of him was unflappable - ultimately, he was no stranger to fuzzy vision every now and then when he played hard. All he knew was that he was just really fucking hot on top of everything with the periodic explosive columns of flames at his back.

It was only after he raised his sticks to let the anticipation of the beat to the next song lengthen that he caught himself from dropping them in a sudden loss of strength. Again, though - they were approaching the last stretch of the tour and were all hanging onto their mortal bodies as best they could. Fatigue in all forms was to be expected. Perhaps not in the middle of a show, but who really had control over that?

So he went on, and water was pushed to the wayside again when Jake pulled the ‘faster, faster, faster’ gag that had been running since the day Danny had stepped foot in their garage with a pair of drumsticks in his hand - to test his compatibility and chops as a drummer, could Danny actually listen? Could he pick up on the slightest tempo change and keep the band centered?

He could, and Danny would do it back every so often - pick the pace up and grin watching the others adjust - but this time, he was struggling. He was feeling a little sick halfway into their little game, and he wanted to slow down, but it wasn’t like he was gonna lose to Jake.

…

“So it was Jake’s fault,” Sam accused with a frown, throwing the gatorade bottle that had never made it off the bed in the direction of the wastebasket on the other side of the room.

He missed.

“No, it’s not Jake’s fault,” Danny said as he finally took a swig of the water, raising his brows in embellishment as if to say, ‘see? Drinking,’ to Sam’s concern. “It was mine for being stupid enough to not drink water at all during the show. Rookie move.”

Sam took one of Danny’s hands, tender and soft despite his calluses, and started massaging the muscles and joints that helped get them to where they were today. It was a little out of the ordinary - not to say that Sam neglected Danny at all, but this little touch of intimacy was more direct than Sam usually tried to make it. Danny didn’t say anything of it in fear that Sam would pull back; he quite loved moments like this, and he hoped his sigh of satisfaction and pleasure was just enough to get that message across without embarrassing Sam.

“I mean, yeah, maybe it was something a noob would do, but you’re not allowed to take the blame since you almost fucking died,” Sam declared, only a slight waver to the last word. He didn’t actually think that Danny had almost died, but he also didn’t want to think about where they would be if the flames had caught Danny’s fluffy hair, or the material of his outfit, and they actually did set his boyfriend on fire.

Danny gently booped Sam’s nose with the cold, damp bottle in his hand. “I didn’t ‘almost fucking die’,” Danny responded with a chuckle. “And it doesn’t always have to be someone’s fault, Sammy. These things happen. You know that it’s just part of the trade - the heat, the sweat, and…sometimes the fainting, I guess.”

Sam did know that - after all, he’d been videoed struggling at that stupid-hot show in Texas, and then there was that one in Cali that had him all out of sorts, and the…well, in any capacity, Sam knew that it was a part of the trade. Just, maybe not for Danny. Because if something happened to Danny, Sam was embarrassingly dependent on the man for support during their tours - especially since they’d been together together.

The twins had each other to lean on, and Sam had Danny - in all regards.

Sam wiped the bead of water that came from the condensation off his nose. “Well, we didn’t need the fire to make it worse. I’m still blaming both the twins now,” he pouted. “Josh for having the fire in the first place and Jake for egging you on.”

Danny laughed, and the sound vibrated from his chest into Sam’s, from his mouth into Sam’s ears, and it was wonderful. “I think you just want to be mad at someone, and you’re used to it being them,” he teased, even though there was likely some truth in that statement. “I see the way you look at me during shows - I don’t think you want to hate the fire. Plus, if I remember correctly, you were the fire’s biggest supporter.”

The soft, wispy feeling of Sam’s hair against his cheeks and chin made Danny sputter and spit, but Sam kept his proximity, still putting pressure into Danny’s hand as he grumbled, “Well, feelings change. It assaulted my boyfriend and if anything’ll get you on my bad side, that’s it.” Danny wasn’t sure if that particular concept applied to only the fire, but Sam seemed to be in a mood, so he didn’t comment. “So, what happened next?”

Danny, remembering that he’d been telling a story, relaxed into Sam’s expert masseuse skills and continued.

…

It had been Jake to notice first, though. He’d looked back with a smirk after a few beats into the next song, but the smirk had dropped off immediately once he’d caught sight of Danny’s ashy complexion, noticeable even in the firelight. 

He had been a little surprised Sam didn’t notice either, but “Caravel” was his time to shine, and he must have been working the crowd at the front of the stage.

Danny’s gaze had seemed a little glazed over and just not quite right when Jake did catch his eye to get an ‘ok’. But Danny had given it to him regardless, and he didn’t blame Jake for taking it at face value in the moment - he knew that Jake would have checked in on him at his next convenience, but solos weren’t to be trifled with.

He’d tried to push through the sudden onslaught of blurry vision and nausea and dizziness, but when he stood up to finish out the main set, he knew he was going down in that instant. It was all he could do to at least try to sit back down and lean forward, hoping that it would keep him from pitching back anywhere close to the fire, and his last thought before it went dark?

He should have drank some water.

…

“I should have known,” Sam said quietly. “I should have been paying attention.”

Danny felt for him - because if it had been Sam who’d passed out instead of him, he’d feel the same way. Why hadn’t he seen the signs? What could he have done differently? What if, what if, what if.

He drained the last of the water bottle and pitched it over in the same direction the gatorade had gone, uncaring if it hit its mark or not, and drew Sam in for a cuddle. Sam clutched at him, lightly brushing his hand down Danny’s back, just glad to have him there in their bed and not in a hospital. 

“There’s nothing you could have done, sweetheart,” Danny insisted gently. It wasn’t often that he called Sam petnames, but his boy seemed to need the extra comfort at the moment. “It happened so fast - literally within the span of like, two songs.”

“Yeah. Two songs I wasn’t looking at you for.” Sam sighed and shifted his weight to his elbow, drawing himself up so that he could look down at Danny with a severe expression. “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the rest of tour,” he warned, but Danny just laughed at him and pulled him the rest of the way on top of his body.

Two things happened, then. 

Sam started frantically struggling to get off of Danny and, in the process, his hand pressed down on Danny’s bladder – which was now full of two bottles of fluids – who was suddenly very aware of how badly he needed to pee.

“Okaaaaaay,” Danny hissed, covering his crotch and rolling Sam off at the same time before he hit another extremity, “what the fuck, Sam?”

“I don’t want to hurt you! That’s gonna make you too hot!” Sam huffed, standing up so that he was completely off the bed. 

Danny took a deep breath and shot Sam a small, disgruntled glare and trudged to the bathroom. “What ever happened to me being the hurt one? Shouldn’t I get what I want?” he grumbled, pouting and not even trying to hide it. “And not getting punched in the groin?”

They bickered from separate rooms as Danny relieved himself and Sam gingerly got back onto the bed, sitting against the pillows instead of laying down. Danny frowned when he saw the change in position, but got in bed anyways, plastering himself against Sam’s side in protest as he draped his arm around his waist and let it hang heavy there.

When Sam didn’t say anything, Danny decided to make the ending of his story clear. “So, yeah. That’s what happened,” he said. “I remember waking up once in the green room, but passed out pretty quickly again, and then we were here.” Sam nodded and sighed again, and Danny took his hand, his own anxiety growing at the silence. “Hey…I love you,” he said quietly, abruptly; he was a little bit worried about Sam’s lack of response and wanted the assurance of his voice – Sam was still trying to find his comfort, and Danny wanted to contribute as much as he could. 

Even as crazy about the other as they were, the two men didn’t often exchange the words unless they were whispered into skin after sex or right before they fell asleep, when their bodies were curled around each other and created a space for feelings to spill out in an exhale just before they lost consciousness.

It hadn’t been Sam’s intention to cause Danny unease in the wake of his silence, but in the retelling of the events leading up to it, he’d begun piecing together what happened immediately after. That’s what he’d been thinking of – that’s what he’d been deliberating on.

“I love you, too,” Sam returned, planting a small kiss on the back of Danny’s hand and gratefully accepting Danny’s form of reassurance.

There was a small squeeze from Danny’s fingers that caught Sam’s attention, and he lifted his head to meet Danny’s eyes. “Your turn.”

“My turn to do what?”

“Story time,” Danny said, as if it was obvious. “I told my end, I wanna know what happened after I passed out.”

Sam tried not to blush, but since his memory was coming back, he really couldn’t help it. “I don’t really remember much,” he said vaguely. “I mean…you passed out, we took care of you, and that’s it.”

Danny was quiet for a second, and Sam looked up to see if he’d bought his half-truth.

He hadn’t.

“Bull. Shit.” Danny intoned, letting his hand go to cross his arms. “I’ll just ask Jake or Josh tomorrow if you don’t tell me. Come on, Sam - I deserve to know.”

Sam thought about how he’d feel if he’d been the one doing the passing out, and - yeah…he’d want to know, too. So, he sighed and thought back to the bang, crash, scream, and panic.

…

Danny did pass out forward – right into his kit. 

That was where the bang and the crash came from - Sam had looked because that wasn’t part of the show, and if Danny was gonna improvise, it was gonna be at least a little bit rhythmic, not the all-in-one drum slam noise that came from his direction. And where he’d been expecting Danny to be grinning at his joke, maybe blushing because he dropped something by mistake, he was met with the sight of the listless body of his boyfriend slumped over his kit, panicked stage hands yelling and rushing over to him.

“Danny!” 

There was no hesitation in Sam’s action when he was faced with the decision of the man behind the drums or the call of the crowd. He threw the strap of his bass off his shoulder without a second thought, not even concerned with the grating, cringe-producing sound of it hitting and slapping against the hard stage floor, feedback scratching from his speakers.

As soon as he was within distance of Danny, he had his hands on him, another addition to the wet rags and ice packs that had materialized in the crew’s hands. “What’s wrong? What the fuck happened? Why is he– is he okay?”

The twins were quickly by his side, asking the same questions, stress evident on their faces. The medic on staff was shooing people back, snapping at them to give Danny some air, but Sam refused to leave his side, selfish as it may have been.

She bent over the unconscious man, feeling his pulse and completing a quick once over as the stretcher was brought over. “I think…this looks like heat syncope,” she said, feeling Danny’s pulse and face. “Heat exhaustion. Come on, let’s get him on a stretcher and off the stage - he needs to get away from the fire and lights.”

A few people began easing him back and lining him up with the hard, orange stretcher many of the venues came equipped with, and Josh put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Go with him. We’ll do damage control and find you soon.”

Sam’s tunnel vision opened up a little bit to include the murmurs of the crowd, hesitant titters flowing throughout the big venue. “Yeah,” he said, nodding, “thank you.”

He followed the line of people off-stage, catching a few comforting words coming out of Josh’s mouth assuring the crowd that Danny was alright and that he’d just gotten a little too hot. But he lost them as they got further away from the stage.

“I told you that he needed more ventilation back there four shows ago,” the medic said sharply to the stage manager. The stage manager was quick to defend himself, saying that ventilation other than a fan was practically impossible unless she wanted him to rearrange the entire venue. “The fire was a bad idea,” she mumbled, obviously trying to keep that opinion to herself with two members of the band (if you counted the one who was passed out cold), but Sam still caught it.

The fucking fire.

The culprit, and by proxy - Josh.

Back in the green room, with cold rags covering almost every inch of skin Danny had to offer without being indecent, Sam listened to the medic arguing with the tour manager about hospitalization. If it was serious enough, whether or not they’d even admit him, if they should go now or wait until he woke up - but ultimately decided that they’d see where they stood once Danny woke up.

“We should leave him here, try not to move him.”

As soon as the suggestion was thrown out, Sam immediately vetoed it. “No. The venue needs to close and we don’t know when he’s gonna wake up. Plus the A/C is spotty - the hotel will be more comfortable.” He left out the small component of added privacy back at the hotel - that they’d be in their room where there weren’t crew members continuously walking through and Sam’s concern and his yearning to touch and cuddle and mother his boyfriend would be out of reach of prying eyes.

“Sam–” the medic tried to reason.

Sam didn’t want to be disrespectful - he knew that the medic had a much more extensive knowledge of what Danny was going through at the moment, but Danny was gonna wake up, and he knew his boyfriend would rather wake up in a private room rather than one where he’d feel as though he was imposing. 

“No,” Sam said again. “It’s not like he has a head injury. He’s safe to move and I know that’ll be harder to do than leaving him here and I’m sorry about that, but –”

He was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder and a voice at his ear. “Sam, stop it.” Jake had come into the room without Sam noticing and had seen the beginnings of his tantrum. “They’re thinking of Danny. Don’t try to make it seem like they aren’t – we’re all worried.”

The stern, scolding manner of Jake’s voice ticked Sam off in just the right way. Maybe he was overreacting, but who could really blame him? He was about to snap back when the door opened again.

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?” Josh’s voice filtered in from where he’d entered, and Sam turned from one twin to the other to poke his brother aggressively in the chest, garnering a shocked, very confused, and a little bit indignant reaction from Josh. “Hey!”

“It was too much fire, asshole!”

Even Sam was a little taken aback at the hostility in his voice. He needed to tone it down or he’d create another problem for himself – he knew he wasn’t actually angry at Josh, but the stress was getting to him and his brain had latched onto that idea of the fire being too much and, subsequently, Josh’s request back when the tour was still being planned for, when he quoted, “As much fire as fucking possible.”

Sam sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose, putting his hand up in surrender and in a silent apology, to which Josh nodded infinitesimally. Sam was grateful for the unspoken language that all four of them had managed to perfect with the time they spent in each others’ presence. “We’re not Metallica,” he said, softer, with a croak and a swallow that punctuated the end. “We don’t need this.”

Josh looked a little guilty and Sam knew he’d feel bad later.

…

“Do you?”

Sam knew what Danny was asking and bobbled his head. “A little bit. I think he knew that I was just stressed. A little frantic.” 

Danny’s arms wrapped tighter around Sam and bodily moved them down the bed so that they could snuggle, despite Sam’s weak protests. “I’m actually a little bit cold, now,” Danny reasoned, slipping a hand underneath Sam’s shirt to rub his thumb against his ribs. “I think maybe you should apologize.” Sam scoffed at the prospect, but Danny continued, “It’s not his fault. Or the fire’s. Really.”

The groan that came from Sam’s mouth was long and whiny. “But it contributed to it,” Sam stressed. He knew Danny was right, even if he didn’t want to admit it. So, with one last groan, he turned away from Danny and reached for the hotel phone.

“You have a cell phone, you know,” Danny said amusedly. “What if he’s asleep?”

Sam rejected the concept. “As if. And if he is, then he’ll wake up. Also, you need food in your stomach. Want a smoothie or something? I can call down to room service.” Danny was about to answer when Sam raised his eyebrows over his shoulder. “But no fast food stuff. Or soup. Or pizza. Too much salt - that’ll just dehydrate you.”

Danny pouted. “But I wanted Dairy Queen. And the kitchen will be closed by now - we’ll have to order out.”

“Fine,” Sam conceded. “But choose something else. Please,” he tacked on at Danny’s unimpressed stare.

“Yes, mother.” They eventually settled for a couple of salads from a late-night restaurant nearby that would be delivered by the hotel to their room. As Danny was placing the order (and sneaking a large order of fries to share in), Sam called Josh’s room, listening for two tones before the man picked up.

The conversation was short, and Josh said that he understood, admitting that even he hadn’t been thinking of the heat-related consequences having that much fire on stage could bring. But Danny took over the phone to further reassure Josh that he didn’t blame him, and that for the last time, it wasn’t the fucking fire’s fault, Sam.

Once Sam had done all the apologizing he felt he could physically force out of his mouth (which wasn’t much), they hung up the phone and Danny had yet another water bottle shoved in his face.

“I’m not continuing the story until you drink,” Sam warned, and this wasn’t a hill Danny wanted to die on, so he broke the seal and drank. Once satisfied with the amount, Sam sat cross legged across from Danny and kept talking.

…

No one really wanted to argue with Sam in that moment about where Danny would go, so the medic chewed her lip and gave the okay to transport Danny into the van, still strapped to the stretcher, and then to the hotel with the warning that she’d be coming to check on him every hour, and if he wasn’t awake within six hours, she’d call an ambulance.

Sam had readily agreed and stayed right by Danny’s side the entire time, even scrunching himself between the front seat and the back on the ground so that he could study Danny’s face and make sure he didn’t wake up suddenly.

Staff had allowed them to use a back entrance to get Danny up to their room real hush-hush, which was nice because Sam wasn’t sure how he’d react to someone asking what happened, and he didn’t want to take that chance.

It was up the elevator, to the room, and into bed, which was when Sam had taken the initiative to stock the table with drinks, hike up the A/C, and actually listen to what the medic told him to do when he argued – passive aggressively and on the down-low – against her staying in the room with them until Danny woke up.

Again, he just wanted a little bit of time alone with his boyfriend so that he could process everything that had happened without other people around to pick apart his mannerisms or actions or words or feelings. 

He wanted it to be just him and Danny.

“As soon as he wakes up, call me, make sure he gets some fluids in him, and don’t let him get up and move around a whole lot. That means,” she said, looking away from Sam’s eyes and pausing to think about the best way to phrase it, “no…strenuous activity–” Sam had to bite back a small smile at the implication, but was also quite offended that she seemed to be under the impression that he would jump Danny’s bones the first chance he got whether he was hurt or sick or otherwise not in a ‘jump-your-bones’ state, “--until I can clear him. Capeesh?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Sam agreed, standing awkwardly next to the bed, waiting to get in until she left.

Fortunately, she took her leave then, letting the door click shut behind her as Sam finally took the opportunity to lay himself along Danny’s side - not quite touching him in fear of the shared body heat - and zone out to process.

He was jerked out of his own little world a while later by a knock at the door, not realizing he’d taken Danny’s hand in his. A little unwilling to leave Danny’s side, but still knowing it was probably the twins, Sam got up, pushed the handle down, and opened the door. He’d been right – Jake and Josh walked in immediately, taking in Danny still passed out on the bed.

“How’s he been?”

Sam glanced toward the bed as well. “Conked out good. Hasn’t even so much as twitched.”

The twins hummed, but there wasn’t anything else to say except what the medic had told him, and that information was passed along quickly.

“I talked to the stage manager,” Josh said. “He’s making arrangements for a couple of big fans to be brought out at the next venue for him so he’ll have a little more air flow. The only problem they’re working with is how not to catch the smoke and create a new problem.”

Sam blinked. “I’m sorry, the smoke?” The twins glanced at each other like they’d been expecting this (which, in all honesty, they probably were). “We’re not having any more fire, Josh. Not after this.”

“Sam, the tour would lose so much money if we don’t use those things,” Jake reasoned. “The renting company isn’t going to give us a refund for the last, what - five shows?”

But Sam wasn’t having it. “We are not using them. They can do the math and take it out of my fucking paycheck, but I won’t play a single goddamn bass line if I see so much as a wisp of smoke coming from those things.”

Not wanting to get into it, and knowing that Sam was still in a state that wasn’t going to be conducive to collaboration or reason, Josh put his hands up. “How about we wait until Danny wakes up, and we can talk about it as a band. He should be included in this conversation.”

Jake nodded in agreement, but Sam just glared at them. “Fine. We’ll talk later. But if we’re not gonna talk now, then get out of my room.”

He felt a little immature saying that, but he was riled up again, and that was bad vibes when it came to a still passed out Danny. Sam didn’t want any of that negative energy in the room.

The twins rolled their eyes but stepped out, leaving Sam with the low hum of the A/C and Danny’s breathing once he got close enough.

“They’re being selfish,” Sam muttered to Danny, knowing he couldn’t hear him. “But I doubt you’ll be on my side when you wake up, either, you selfless bastard. We’ll have to talk.”

And then, disregarding his previous restraint in regard to skin-to-skin contact, he wrapped Danny in a hug and waited for him to wake up.

…

Danny was incredibly, undeniably, helplessly in love with this man.

Pulling Sam into his lap, Danny kissed him, long and deep, and murmured, “Thank you for taking care of me, Sammy,” against his lips.

A light flush covered Sam’s throat, and he gave Danny a peck back. “Always,” he said, but made no move to take the conversation nor the action further, despite Danny’s hands – having fast switched to roaming Sam’s sides under his shirt – obviously itching to progress their state into one of more undress, but waiting for a go-ahead which Sam did not give.

All of the sudden, Danny’s hands stopped. “Wait. Didn’t you say the doc told you to call her as soon as I woke up?” 

Sam made a face and shrugged, leaning into Danny’s body. “Yeah. But ‘as soon as he wakes up’ is subjective, in my opinion.”

Danny’s snort shook his whole body. “Um, I don’t think she’ll see it that way. Wanna call her before she comes up here herself and sees me awake?”

“Not really,” Sam answered. He didn’t give any further explanation, but Danny picked up on the protective theme throughout the story. Sam didn’t want other people taking care of him - he could do that himself. 

And Danny could bear with that – a few more minutes to themselves before they’d inevitably have to deal with the small shitstorm he’d accidentally created. Plus, with Sam in his lap, and energized now that he had a few hours of sleep under his belt, Danny’s mind quickly turned dirty and he resumed his previous quest of getting Sam’s shirt off, remembering that the doc had said something about this exact scenario when he looked at Sam for permission and was once again avoided.

“Wait,” he muttered again, even though he was the only one actually physically doing anything that required waiting, lips having been drawn in by the proximity of Sam’s neck, “so does that mean we have to have permission to fuck, now?”

Sam laughed at the abrupt change in topic and tune, humoring Danny only for a moment before shutting him down. “Just this time. But yes. And also no.”

“No?” Danny was interested. He figured if they’d already broken one rule, why not break them all? Classic Sammy mentality that Danny could actually get behind for once.

“Not tonight, Danny. We’re keeping things PG. Maybe PG-13.” And then, the record scratch stop. The rejection came as both a surprise and a conundrum for Danny until Sam’s next words. “You’re…fragile.”

The offense that Danny took had nothing to do with being perceived as fragile and everything to do with the concept that he was too fragile for sex.

He sputtered at Sam. “I’m not fragile! Babe, come on,” he whined. He and Sam both knew he would never coerce Sam into doing things he didn’t want to do, but Danny also knew that his hesitation had nothing to do with Sam not wanting sex and everything to do with his fear, evident in the way Sam’s expression bobbled from the burgeoning wisps of desire and back to stubborn concern, which Danny needed to address. He rolled on top of Sam before he could process it, wrapping Sam’s arms around his neck. “Feel me, Sammy. I’m not warm anymore. The hottest person in here is you,” he teasingly flirted, “are you sure I shouldn’t call someone for that?”

Sam rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face, but did take the opportunity to gently skate his fingers across Danny’s skin. He was right; there was no trace of the unnatural heat to Danny’s skin that he’d felt at the venue, and Danny had drank two water bottles and a gatorade by now. But still—“I don’t want to be the reason you break again, Daniel,” he maintained. “I don’t.”

Danny shook his head, giving Sam an Eskimo kiss at the same time. “You won’t, babe. Look,” he cajoled, rolling his hips smoothly into Sam’s, “I can show you just how tough I can be.” 

Despite his efforts, Sam just tightened his arms and used the leverage to pull Danny down, his weight on top of Sam something he’d been wanting all night but had been a little afraid to do. “No, Daniel. Because I swear, if you pass out while you’re literally inside me,” he warned in Danny’s ear, “we’ll both be celibate until temperatures drop below 70 degrees.”

The laughter Danny let out vibrated into Sam’s neck, making him shiver. “Then you fuck me. It’s not like it doesn’t work both ways.” Then after a second, but before Sam could respond, “And you couldn’t keep your hands off me that long.”

Sam pushed Danny off with a snort. “Oh, fuck off. I totally could.” But the protest was weak and they were both aware neither of them wanted the other’s hands off of them for any extended period of time. “And passing out when I’m inside of you is fucking worse.”

Danny grinned. “Not even a little bit flattering?”

“Nope,” Sam said, and then looked at his watch. Well, where a watch would be if he was actually wearing one. “Oh, look at the time! I’d better call the doc,” Sam sighed dramatically, and then actually got his phone and called her while Danny scoffed and pouted beside him. “She’ll be here within a few minutes,” Sam said victoriously, then eyed Danny’s half-mast. “You might want to calm down.”

Danny was still muttering in discontent when the medic arrived, doing her thing, checking his vitals, and making sure everything was back to the way it was supposed to be.

“Well,” she said, wiping her thermometer off with an alcohol wipe after retrieving it from underneath Danny’s tongue, “all seems to be normal. I’d say definitely no hospital required, and you are free to play your next show with the promise that you’ll actually drink water this time,” she said sternly, having glared at him when he told her that was the most likely perpetrator of the whole thing.

“Will do,” Danny agreed charmingly. And then, with a mischievous look towards Sam that Sam didn’t often see without prior prompting from no one other than himself, asked, “And that means I’m cleared for everything else, right?” The medic looked confused until Danny politely clarified, “The uh…the strenuous activities?”

“Oh,” she laughed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Yeah, that too.”

This time, Danny wore the victorious grin and Sam was the one giving unimpressed looks in Danny’s direction until the woman left. “You’re tenacious, I’ll give you that much,” Sam sighed as he made the first move, pressing on Danny’s chest until he was laid out on the bed once more. “But I guess - since we have the go ahead and you’re so obviously gagging for it…” Danny finally tugged Sam’s shirt up and Sam helped it the rest of the way off, only to yelp when Danny flicked his nipple in retaliation to his quip. “Fucker!” he hissed.

And Danny laughed. “Not until you get the lube, baby,” he grinned, pulling Sam’s hips so that he could grind against him. However, once he’d finished his joke, he settled down for a moment, rubbing Sam’s hips with his thumbs. “You that we don’t actually have to fuck, right? I don’t want you to have to be worried about me, and I’m always down for a nice cuddle, instead.”

Sam scoffed playfully and looked down to where his body was laid atop of Danny’s. “And waste this opportunity now that we’ve gotten the all clear? Absolutely not. Where’d the desperate boy we’ve been seeing tonight go?” he teased, baring his neck to Danny as his boyfriend took advantage of the green light he’d been given and begun placing light kisses to his throat.

Against Sam’s skin, Danny murmured, “Oh, he’s right here, I promise. But, seriously. If you’re gonna fuck me, go get the lube.”

Sam lifted himself off and went to retrieve a tube out of the stash they had, coming back to a naked Danny on the bed (a sight Sam swore he would never get bored of), but only laid it by the pillows as he straddled Danny’s hips again.The room quieted as Sam took Danny’s mouth with his own, sighing into the kisses and reveling in the feeling of Danny’s tongue against his. He loved Danny’s lips - kissing, talking, sucking him off, singing in the shower, whatever – and loved that he got to do this.

Once he’d gotten his fill and Danny’s mouth was left red and a little slick and swollen, Sam smoothed his hands down Danny’s chest, slowly, gently, reverently. He purposefully stayed away from the erogenous zones he knew oh so well, and Danny eventually took issue with that. 

“Sam,” he huffed after the third pass of Sam’s palms on his thighs, dick twitching in anticipation every time they got close and a drop of disappointment marring his face every time he passed it by, “are you gonna touch me or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

While the idea was attractive to Sam, he laced his fingers through Danny’s, peppering kisses over his face and neck. “Shhh, I will,” he hushed, “Let me take care of you. I told you I would, didn’t I? Can’t I?”

Sam stopped to look Danny in the eye, a softness there that Danny had loved since they were kids, when the only thoughts of romance manifested in stuck out tongues and expressions of disgust, and knew that Sam needed this just as much as he did. Perhaps by letting Sam take care of him, he could do the same for Sam.

He nodded, drawing one of his hands out of Sam’s to cup his cheek, the atmosphere still charged, but more tender, now. “You did. You can. Anything you want.”

A sweet smile graced Sam’s lips at the affirmation, and he slid the rest of his clothes off before he finally took Danny in hand, the stimulation making Danny sigh quietly and relax. While he set a slow pace with that hand, Sam reached for the lube again and expertly flipped the cap open with his thumb, readjusting their positions so that his hips were cradled between Danny’s thighs before he left Danny’s dick to slick up his fingers. 

Some people were uncomfortable with quiet sex, trying to fill the awkward moments with moans and words and music and ambiance, but Sam and Danny were not those people.

They made noise when they felt compelled to do so, but in these beginning moments, when the initial touches were being made and their bodies began to sync up and tune into each other, they were content with the sound of skin on skin and the soft breaths of their lover to tell them where they were.

So, when Sam breached Danny’s body with his fingers, and the only sound that came out of Danny’s mouth was another sigh and an audible swallow, he smiled. He knew he was making his boy feel good. He knew he was taking care of him just as he needed to be.

However, while subtlety had its moments, Sam took infinite satisfaction in the sharp sound on the intake of a breath and Danny’s subsequent, “Sammy!” when he hit a good spot. He targeted that spot, then, first with the one finger he had, and then with the addition of another, and watched as he worked his boyfriend into quite a state of wanton desire. It was love, lust, desperation, and a certain brand of dependence born of a healthy relationship and vulnerability that he heard in the way Danny said his name and moved his hips and looked at him with those dark eyes that held so much love and joy.

Sam couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly, returning an uncharacteristically serious pet name. “I wanna show you…how– how much I…”

For some reason, he couldn’t get the words out without feeling as though he’d break into a monologue. How much he loved Danny. How badly he’d been scared. How much he wanted to take care of him and smother him with affection and spoil him until nothing bad could ever happen to him again.

“Do it, Sammy, love,” Danny encouraged with a kiss to the palm of Sam’s free hand. “Show me.”

Drawing his fingers out and adding more lube to stoke onto himself, Sam made sure nothing would hurt and finally pushed himself into Danny with a low grunt - tight, hot, wet, and his - his, that was whole and healthy and with him now. “I will,” he whispered, “I’ll show you, I promise.”

And Danny wanted to tell him, you already have, but Sam’s hand was on his dick again and Sam’s mouth was on his throat, and Sam’s heart was beating in time with his own and he remembered that this was something Sam needed as well, as an assurance to himself. 

Sam knew Danny understood. Not only did the man’s empathy make sure of that, but all of Sam’s love, fear, and dependence were reflected back to him in Danny. He began moving, pushing in deep and staying there with shallow thrusts so that he could plaster himself to Danny from head to toe with that connection that bridged the gap between them. The man underneath him whispered into Sam’s ear, sweet nothings alongside affirmations and praises.

“You take care of me so well,” Danny breathed, “you’re so good to me, Sammy. No one else could do it the way you do– you’re everything that I could ever need. The only thing.”

Sam nodded, picking up the pace a little bit to scratch that internal itch growing in both of them, trying to give Danny everything he had, everything he wanted. “Yeah,” he answered back, simple as that, knowing that Danny would pick up every unsaid word. “I know, Daniel.”

In the shared spaces that their mouths occupied, the air became damp and warm between the two of them, exhalations fanning across a new sheen of sweat and microscopic drops of moisture forming on each man’s skin. But still, Danny kept his arms firmly around Sam’s torso and Sam never moved from where he’d wedged both of his arms underneath Danny’s armpits, clutching them together via his back and shoulders – heat, at this point, be damned.

When Sam’s breaths became ragged, and his hips snapped forward just a little sharper, trying to bring them both to the edge, Danny started rolling his hips upward to place himself. “Just a little more,” Danny forced out, the knot in his stomach tightening and tightening until with one last, sloppy stroke from the tip of his cock to his balls, he whined, whimpered, and yipped out his pleasure in completion. Letting his orgasm rush through him, Danny buried his face at Sam’s temple as he bucked into Sam’s hand, coating it and his stomach with strings of come.

Sam, too, released his high moans just a minute later - short, desperate, staccato sounds that matched the jerk of hips into Danny as he let himself go. 

Danny stroked Sam’s back as he came down, breathing hard against Danny’s neck before mouthing at the skin there, ‘I love you’s escaping from his throat and his heart and his lungs and soaking into Danny's consciousness.

“I love you, too,” Danny whispered back, not letting Sam pull out nor away and keeping him all to himself. “I love you so fucking much, and I’m sorry I scared you, today.”

But once again, at his admission to guilt, Sam shook his head. “Not your fault. I’m always gonna be scared. I…you know that I need you, too.”

“Yeah. I know.”

The A/C was still turned up to the max, and Danny shivered - his sweat actually working this time and cooling him down quickly. He murmured to Sam, wanting to know if he wanted to take a shower or just get up early and do it in the morning. Sam gently pulled himself out of Danny’s body with a small gasp, and immediately collapsed by his side, wrapping himself around the man in answer to his question.

Danny wasn’t going anywhere.

“Tomorrow,” Sam yawned. “Let’s just rest now.”

And Danny could deal with that.

~~~

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Forget Y/N, I think that I might pass out. Not only a Sanny threesome, but a Sanny threesome in love? Sign me tf up, please.

If you don’t read this, you’re missing out on a great plot, realistic dialogue and feelings, and smoking-hot, brain-melting smut

It Takes Three to Tango (5) - DRW & SFK

This one's overdue, but it's also dummy thicc, so I hope that makes up for it. I love you all so bad, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love you've shown this silly little fic, I can't tell you how much it means to me. As long as y'all keep enjoying it, I'll keep writing, I'm so grateful!

Also, a big thank you to @jake-kiszkas-smirk for the brilliant ideas and the never ending encouragement <3 Do yourself a favor and go check out their incredible writing if you haven't already!

Chapter summary: It's been a couple of days, and you come home early to find something very interesting playing out on your couch. Very smutty, very fluffy (yknow, me and my usual bullshit)

Chapter WC: 12.7K | Pairings: Danny x Reader x Sam (MFM threesome with slash pairings)

Chapter warnings: 18+! Smut (handjobs, unprotected penetrative sex, unprotected anal sex), slash pairings (silly bisexual boys), language (swearing, use of derogatory terms but its all loving and in good nature), spanking if you squint, power play, mentions of infidelity, the briefest, tiniest blink of angst but it's immediately taken care of because I'm incapable of writing anybody suffering

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The sunny beautiful weather kept up into the next several days, and the gentle swishing of the warm breeze through the trees bordering your lawn was already serving to help you decompress as you juggled a few grocery bags around. Digging in your purse for the house keys, you felt the sun beating down on your neck and briefly toyed with the idea of a beach day with your boyfriend, something you were especially hopeful for once you’d seen his car in the driveway. Getting to ogle your gorgeous boyfriend in his short little yellow shorts? Yes please.

The days had been long for the boys, their stubbornness and passion keeping them going at full throttle as of late, and this was the first time in a while that Danny had been home before dusk.

It was now mid week, and after Sam had gone home Saturday afternoon, you’d hadn’t even had a chance to talk to Danny yet about… anything. You’d been working, he’d been recording, and the only time you’d see each other was in the evenings when both of you were too tired for words beyond your usual goodnights and I love yous. 

You wouldn’t say it was awkward between you, not by a stretch. But you could sense mild waves of an unidentified tension coming off of Danny when he’d walk through the door each evening, and with both of you too exhausted to have a real discussion about the recent happenings, that unfamiliar restless energy simply simmered on the back burner with a wordless promise to unravel it soon. 

Finally jutting the keys in the lock, you pushed inside, humming softly to yourself. You set down the bags and dropped your purse, kicking off your shoes with a pleased sigh. Home at last... no sign of Danny yet, though. He generally met you at the door, welcoming you home with a forehead kiss and a hug, but you supposed you weren’t usually finished work this early. He wouldn’t be expecting you yet, and you felt a prickle of mischievous excitement, hopeful to surprise him. 

That excitement was rapidly snuffed out and replaced with a worried confusion, though. From the direction of the living room, you heard it. 

A moan. 

Not Danny’s moan, no, that was a sound you knew well. You froze, listening closely as your heart drummed uncomfortably, racking your brain for any reasonable explanation or cause for the sound.

Then, again, a soft groan sounded, and this time it was immediately followed by a much more familiar grunt, one from your boyfriend’s chest. 

Your heart clenched for a second, seizing with a streak of fear and pain.

No, calm down, you told yourself, Danny wouldn’t cheat, and you knew this (at least you thought), but you couldn’t help the immediate twist of anxious pain that twisted your chest as you kept listening, silent and still in the entryway. 

Muffled and drawn out, another moan sounded from within the house, and it clicked into place for you. The most welcome, albeit unexpected cold bucket of relief washed over you as you recognized the source of the next noise. 

“F-fucking- mmm, Danny…”

Sam.

...Sam?

In all honesty, you didn’t see that coming, mostly because neither of you had really talked about Friday night’s rendezvous with the bassist aside from a few jokes and reassurances spattered throughout the rest of the weekend. And while you held a tiny shard of confusion, frustration, even a little anger at the lack of communication, the emotion that reigned over them all was this sort of voyeuristic intrigue.

Chasing after those feelings pushed you further into the house, as silently as you could manage, the thrill of catching them off guard confusingly mingling with the remaining embers of anxiety and hurt. For a flash, you felt guilty for sneaking around on them, before you indignantly shook the feeling off when you realized the hypocrisy. If they were gonna sneak around on you, then you were most definitely entitled to do the same, right? And so down the short corridor you went, toward the living room quiet as a mouse. You barely peaked your head around the corner and peered into the living room, and you were instantly knocked on your ass, on the verge of collapsing at the sight. 

Shirtless and disheveled, both men lay semi-upright, tangled across the length of the couch. Sam sprawled half on top of Danny, the latter with his hands tangled in the former’s hair and around his shoulders, holding on to him desperately as their lips muffled each other’s moans. 

Your eyes traveled hungrily to the movement of their grinding, bucking hips, and you realized each boy’s pants were undone and lazily shoved down beneath their groins.

“God, you’re so fucking hard,” Sam whined under his breath, interrupting nearly every word with a sloppy kiss to Danny’s mouth, unwilling to break apart for longer. 

Danny’s forehead pressed to Sam’s as he slipped his hands around to hold both sides of Sam’s face, his jaw slack as he attempted to catch his breath, inhibited by the relentless grinding of Sam’s cock against his own. 

“Mmhmm,” he nodded, arching his hips impossibly tighter against Sam’s. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

Sam grunted, his eyelids fluttering heavily as his back muscles flexed and rippled, his shoulders supporting his body as he kept his lithe hips rolling. He sucked in a sharp breath, pushing himself up straighter to watch his cock slide up and down alongside Danny’s. 

“Fucking shit,” he groaned, tossing his head back.

Danny’s hands smoothed down his neck, slowly palming down his chest, stopping to tweak his nipples and earning a stuttery gasp in reward. He descended further, finally landing both hands on Sam’s hips, gripping the flesh that was exposed with his jeans hanging around the swell of his ass. 

Sam paused his hips and shifted until he was balancing his bodyweight over Danny with one arm. Then with a submissive glance at the drummer’s face through his lashes, he brought the other broad, veiny hand between them and wrapped it around both their cocks together, slowly beginning to stroke them both in tandem. 

Danny hissed, eyes locking with Sammy’s as the pleasure rushed through him, the exhilaration apparent on his blissed-out face. 

Sam’s jaw hung open, drinking in his best friend’s pleasure-wracked expression. “You are so gorgeous, Daniel,” he whimpered.

Danny cracked a weak smile up at him, too distracted by the friction between his legs for much more. “So’re you, pretty boy.”

As Sam’s hips bucked involuntarily at the pet name, a spasm born of pleasure, he ground deeper into Danny’s purplish, rock-hard length and his fist jerked them both suddenly, sharp and tight. Danny’s head fell back with an almost pained-sounding moan, breaking off from the heated kiss and sending his cry of Sam’s name echoing off the walls. 

It was a gorgeous sight, the two of them absolutely lost in each other. No wonder they hadn’t heard you come home. The longer you watched, though, the harder it was becoming to stay still, hidden.

Sam let go of the two of them for a second, sighing needily at the frustrated whine Danny let out, and brought his hand to his mouth. He looked Danny in the eye as he slowly licked the flat of his tongue up his palm, coating it in spit before taking both their twitching cocks in his fist again. He huffed a whiny sound through his nose as he picked up the pace, Danny’s jaw dropping with a long, soft, moan that quivered out of him from the way Sam’s movements trembled his body. 

“Shit, Sammy,” he grunted, bucking his hips up, adding his contribution by fucking into Sam’s tight grip. 

Sam rolled his hips deeper. With the most submissive doe eyes you’d ever seen, he mumbled, his cheeks pink and breathless with the exertion, “That feel good, Daddy?” 

Oh, fuck. Well that’s all you’ll be thinking about for the rest of your life, you thought. 

Danny’s tightly furrowed brows tipped up in the middle at his words, a sharp gasp quickly followed with a loud groan. “Jesus christ,” he growled, nodding quickly as his hand behind Sam’s neck brought their foreheads together. As they panted into each other’s mouths, Danny’s low voice rumbled between the soft grunts punched out of him, “So good, uhh- so fucking good for me… such a sweet, pretty boy for Daddy, aren't you?”

 Sam whimpered loudly with a particularly delicious pump of their erections, his jaw clenching, flexing his gorgeous jawline. "Yeah," he whined desperately.

You swallowed hard, bracing yourself and stepping out into the open doorway. You leaned against the frame, crossing your arms, and when they still remained oblivious, you cleared your throat softly. 

Sam didn’t seem to notice, but Danny’s head jerked towards the sound, his eyes widening comically once they locked on you. He quickly shoved at Sam’s shoulder, hissing in his panic, “Sam, stop- stop,” to which Sam blinked up at him, confused and frustrated as he reluctantly stilled his hips. “What?” he breathed, brows knitting. 

“Babe!” Danny croaked, already hurriedly trying to tuck himself back into his pants. Sam’s head whipped to the door, his panicked expression matching Danny’s in an instant. 

“Oh fuck-“ he uttered under his breath, then rasped breathlessly, “H-Hey, doll.”

You stepped into the room, eyeing the two of them, holding up a hand to Danny, who reluctantly gave up on his futile attempt at modesty with Sam’s lithe body pinning his jeans in place. Sam, bit by bit realizing the situation at hand, went to climb off your boyfriend, but you shook your head. 

“No, no, you two stay put,” you ordered softly. 

Danny swallowed hard, his expression guilt ridden and panicked. “Honey, I- we didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry, it just kind of…” 

Sam nodded, finishing his sentence, “Just kinda happened, we didn’t- we should’ve told you, I’m sorry, it wasn’t, planned- fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll- I’m gonna go, I’m sorry.” 

Danny, for all his panic, seemed just as remorseful to see Sam leave as he was to have been caught with the boy on top of him. “Sam, wait-“

“Stop,” you interrupted, commanding but gentle. “Relax, alright? Both of you. Sam, stay, please?”

He took a breath and relaxed, only slightly, and nodded, shuffling his pants up over his hips as he adjusted to sit beside Danny as he too redressed his lower half. 

You shuffled your foot, glancing around the room. “I’m… I’m not mad. I mean, not really,” you told them, licking your lips. 

Danny let out a slow breath, and Sam nodded as he studied the rug beneath his feet. 

You shifted your weight as you rubbed your arm shyly. “Like, obviously, you guys seriously suck at communication…”

“I know, and I’m so fucking sorry baby, you’re so right, I-“

You cut off your boyfriend’s grovelling with a shake of your head and the hint of a grin. “Shh, let me talk.” He nodded apologetically and sat back into the couch cushion, looking small despite his broad frame. 

To your surprise, Sam extended a comforting arm, resting his hand over Danny’s leg and thumbing at the denim. 

Your eyes traced the movement, and you took a second to center yourself. "I know we never really set any kind of groundrules? Which is nobody’s fault in particular,” you conceded. 

Both boys peered up at you, slowly unfreezing by the minute when you continued to not flip out at them as they’d clearly expected. It was endearing in a strange way, especially with the way Sam still held his hand protectively over Danny’s thigh. 

You chewed on your lip and moved towards them, pulling the cushioned footstool that matched your lazyboy over to sit in front of them. Shyly keeping your eyes below their faces, you nodded once as you said, “I think we should… talk.”

Danny quietly agreed, “Yeah, absolutely,” joined by Sam’s tentative, “Okay.”

You swallowed, trying to land on a good place to start. Part of you selfishly wished Sam wasn’t here for this, with so much left unsaid between you and your boyfriend. You felt like you’d been caught unprepared, knowing there were things you would’ve liked to have gotten out in the open with your boyfriend alone first. Now, with Sam thrown in the mix, patiently but expectantly sitting before you, you struggled on the right words. 

With your eyes still casted down, you licked your lips again, then Danny’s hand came into view, gently holding his palm open for you. You suspected he was offering his comforting touch as an option for you, rather than just taking your hand as he usually would have done, perhaps out of fear that you were secretly, actually upset with him. You quickly took him up on it, squeezing his hand in comfort to both you and him. 

His reassuring touch put an end to the invisible stopper holding you back, and the words poured out of you.

“First of all, um... Sammy, I want you to be aware that Danny and I haven’t really, uh, talked about… you know.” 

He nodded, biting his thumbnail as he fixed you with those sweet brown eyes, and you continued. 

“So, Danny,” you looked up at him, meeting his gentle gaze, “I’m not… well, I’m not mad that you guys are…” you cracked a little smile, gesturing between them, “You know. Cause if I’m honest, I was hoping it would happen again, what happened Friday, and I think you were too. I mean, clearly,” you giggled quietly. 

Danny blushed, resting his cheek bashfully in his hand, his elbow propped on his knee. “I think that’s safe to say...” 

Sam smirked to himself, glancing at Danny from the corner of his eye before dropping his gaze to his twiddling thumbs. 

You smiled, lifting his knuckles to your lips. You then looked over at Sammy, catching his eyes. He ran his tongue between his lips. 

Addressing mostly Sam, but opening the discussion to both of them, you looked down nervously as you quietly started, “I think the only part that’s like, bothering me, is like, y’know, you guys did this without me, and like… maybe I should be, but I’m not really mad about the fact that you didn’t tell me, I’m more just… second guessing where I fit into this. I’m wondering, you know, is this… is this an us thing, or just a Sam and Danny thing…?”

Your question trailed off, and you cursed the pathetic way you asked. Danny was yours, you knew that, and it was stupid to feel like an intruder, but when you really thought about it, that’s how you felt. And the hurt and insecurity that you felt stemmed both from the fact that you loved Danny (and could be very territorial over him when you wanted to be), so the disregard for your feelings stung, especially from him. But it also stemmed from the fact that you wanted to be a part of what they did, to be included. 

You didn’t know exactly how you felt about Sam, but there was something there. You liked him, more than you'd realised for sure, and you were certain Danny felt the same. It happened so fast, so fast that you hadn’t had a chance to process it, let alone broach it with your boyfriend, and those feelings scared you enough without the whole, walking in on your boyfriend and mutual best friend on top of each other without telling you, thing.

Sam sat up straighter, more serious than you’d ever seen him, and shook his head quickly.

“No, nonono, it’s… if it’s anything, it’s an all of us thing. You really gotta believe us, dollface, we did not plan for this.” 

You blushed and nodded, satisfied with that for now. “So, will you tell me? What- what did happen, then?”

Danny glanced at Sam shyly, and Sam, meeting his eyes, smirked boyishly and fluttered those long eyelashes at him. “You’re a better storyteller than me,” he murmured, nudging Danny with his knee. 

You raised an eyebrow at your boy, cracking an expectant smirk as you leaned forward on your hands. 

Danny’s lips parted shyly, glancing between the two of you and chuckling softly after a second, “Okay, uh… we were recording, and I guess Jake had to leave, some interview thing? I dunno, but we all just packed up for the day, but somebody’s Tesla hadn’t been charging, so I said I’d drive him home.”

Sam rolled his eyes, loosely pushing air through his lips petulantly, “Yeah, yeah, anyway, we were gonna go do something-“

“-go to the beach,” Danny filled in.

“-Yeah, so we came here first, and…” Sam looked down and giggled, shrugging one shoulder as his cheeks pinked endearingly. “He asked if I wanted a drink. Such a great host, you know,” he glanced up at you, then back down to the safety of his hands, “… and then we…”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, making you grin wider at how cute they were being, dancing around the subject of their obvious desire for each other. 

He mumbled, “Yeah, then we were just…” 

Sam finished softly, holding his hands out in awkward offering, “…kissing.” 

You snorted, making both of them look up at you, baffled and amused as you laughed at them. 

Shaking your head, you giggled out, “That was some intense kissing.”

Sam snickered with a bratty eyeroll, and Danny chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through his curls. “Like he said, it just kinda happened.” Sam nodded his agreement, and Danny squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry, honey. You know I’d… I’d never…” he shook his head slowly, pleadingly, and you nodded understandingly, squeezing back. 

“I know baby,” you assured, leaning forward, smiling softly when Danny immediately met you halfway for a short kiss. He smiled, relieved and loving, whispering as he pulled away reluctantly, “I love you, so so fucking much.”

You smiled back, the last of your insecurities fading away, “I love you, too, Dan.”

Sam shifted on the cushion, and you glanced at him, unable to stop the way your eyes lowered to his pouty lips. 

He watched, curious, but too shy to say anything about it so soon after such a peculiar interaction, though he noticeably glanced at yours too. He took a controlled breath through his nose, and you watched his tongue dart between his lips, wetting them with that look of longing he seemed to carry with him whenever you were around. Your heart fluttered, feeling some deja-vu with the tension that suddenly manifested in the air. 

Nobody had warned you about what comes after a threesome with your best friend. How could anyone expect you to feel and act completely normal around Sam when you had intimate visuals playing like an NSFW slideshow in your mind’s eye of how his gorgeous face twisted in pleasure as you and Danny absolutely-

Danny softly cleared his throat, and your gaze shot back to him, jarringly broken out of Sam’s spell. 

“Um…” he held your gaze, keeping your hand in his tight hold as if expecting you to run away. “Can I just say what I’m thinking, and nobody gets pissed off at me?”

You chuckled, nodding, “Please, babe, you go for it.” 

Danny inhaled deeply and blew it out through pursed lips. “I… think… that this,” he gestured vaguely, shutting his eyes as he tented his fingers over the bridge of his nose, speaking into his hands, “…is more than sex for me. A-and I think you feel the same way,” he nodded toward you, then turned to Sam, looking considerably more nervous, “…and I… well, I hope that you feel that way, too.”

Sam stared at Danny, his eyes laser focused, and after a few tense seconds, he slowly nodded. “Yeah,” he admitted in a whisper, sucking his lip between his teeth. 

Danny nodded and turned to you, raising his brows. You blushed after glancing quickly at Sam, who sat raptly watching you for your answer. “Me too.”

Danny relaxed slightly, cracking a nervous grin. “So… I dunno, where does that leave us?”

Sam licked his lips, thoughtfully trailing his eyes around the room. “Well, you guys are so disgustingly in love, it’s hard to be in the same room with,” he teased, smirking, lifting his eyes to your face. 

Your heart fluttered, smiling shyly at him, and he grinned back, tilting his head to the side. “I like you a lot, doll, I’m not afraid to admit that, I just wasn’t sure if I should.”

You giggled, a hang clutching your imaginary pearls. “What?? The Sammy I know would never hold back on saying something he shouldn’t!”

“Well, actually, I just said it anyway, so point proven.”

You moved your hand to your cheek, hiding your face a little from him as he sat back with that stupid, know-it-all smirk.

“I like you, too.”

Danny chuckled, and when you looked at him curiously, he shrugged, “This is just... so fucking weird.”

You giggled, and Sam shot him a funny look. “The fuck do you mean by that?”

Danny held out his hands in front of him, “Oh, I dunno, my girlfriend admitting she likes another guy right in front of me? Is that not a strange thing to you?” 

Sam smirked, elbowing him. “Nothing new, all your ex-girlfriends secretly wanted me, too.” 

Danny shoved Sam with a snort of laughter, “Fuck off, you know what I mean.”

Sam snickered, “Yeah, I know what you mean, but I dunno, it doesn’t feel that weird to me.”

You giggled and nodded, shrugging, and Danny grinned at you. “Yeah, that’s the thing, it doesn’t feel, like, wrong,” he agreed.

You smirked at Danny playfully, “Everything is always weird with you guys, maybe we’re just used to it.”

Sam laughed, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You giggled innocently, shrugging and sitting up straighter. Danny rolled his eyes playfully, shifting slightly to face Sam more directly. When he had Sam’s attention, his grin turned more serious. 

“Do you…” he trailed off, hopeful and expectant. Sam chuckled, growing bashful as he eyed Danny’s face. “Do I what?” he softly teased, “Like you?”

Danny blushed, saying nothing as he blinked at his friend. Sam licked his lips, then placed his hand back on Danny’s thigh. 

“Of course I do,” he softly confessed, his eyes tracking his own hand’s movement back and forth. 

“I’m no geometry professor, but it seems like that’s a complete triangle to me.”

Both boys laughed softly at your observation, and it fell quiet for a moment. Danny holding your hand, and Sam’s hand on Danny’s thigh, you extended your arm forward to touch Sam’s knee instinctively, closing that triangle.

Your touch made Sam’s breathing catch in his throat, and your eyes locked on each other. Your stomach erupted in butterflies all over again. 

“So… where does that leave us?” He pondered, more flirtatious than Danny had been before. 

You looked at Danny, and he smiled at you with a raise of his brows, as if to say, ‘You’re running the show, babe.’

Grinning, you looked back to Sam and said, “I mean… should we just see where this goes?”

Sam leaned toward you a little more, “Yeah, fine by me,” he grinned. 

Danny nodded, “Should probably have some ground rules, though.”

You smiled as you toyed with the rip in Sam’s jeans. “Probably, yeah, you whores.” 

Sam barked out a laugh, and Danny blushed, giggling to himself. 

“Kay,” Sam shook his head, amused, “Well, how do we feel about like, fucking without one of us there?”

You smiled wide, shyly giggling at his bluntness as you thought for a minute. You were about to answer when Danny spoke up, “I think I’m okay with that, if you are, sweetheart.”

You grinned shyly, heart fluttering under the suggestive heat of Sam’s smirk. “I’m okay with it too. I mean, I’d like to know about it, preferably, but I know things just happen sometimes. As long as we communicate, I don’t have a problem with it.”

Sam leaned back into the couch cushion, folding his arms behind his head with that self-assured, cocky smirk stretching his lips. “Well then, lucky me,” he purred. 

You bit your lip, failing to conceal a bashful smirk as you ignored him. “Are you guys gonna tell Jake and Josh?”

Danny glanced at Sam, who shook his head dismissively. “Those nosy assholes don’t need to know what I do with my dick,” he said bluntly, making you laugh and nod. "I'm not gonna hide it, but I'm not gonna make some weird, confusing announcement."

Danny gave a soft smile and shrugged his indifference. “S’up to you, baby.”

Sam’s eyes widened at the pet name, and you smiled wide, surprised but endeared as you watched Danny’s shoulders stiffen, his lips parting in surprise at himself as his cheeks flushed pink. 

Sam blushed even brighter, a crooked grin finding its way across his face. “Oh,” he said quietly, looking absolutely smitten.

Danny broke into an embarrassed smile, chuckling awkwardly, “I- sorry, I-“ 

Sam shook his head as he leaned forward, lips pressing over Danny’s to shut him up, and Danny let out the cutest little upward-lilted coo of surprise. Sam smiled visibly against his lips, and Danny melted, kissing him back gently, bringing his free hand up to cup Sam’s face. 

You squeezed Danny’s hand longingly, and he pulled away with a flustered smile. He beckoned you over, “C’mere, baby,” scooching to the side and patting the space between him and Sam. 

You quickly switched seats, turning your head to Danny first once settled. He smiled down at you lovingly, so familiar and gentle, and you felt safe. You leaned forward and met his lips in a soft kiss, melting into the sweet warmth of his mouth as he deepened it with a low hum. 

A hand came to rest on your thigh, and you broke from your boyfriend to face its owner, smiling boyishly at you, his eyes hopefully dipping to your lips and back. You nodded almost imperceptibly, and Sam’s smile widened, leaning forward until his lips met yours. 

And God, did this feel good. Sandwiched again between them, even better than the first time now that you were all on the same page. Danny’s lips latched onto your exposed neck, and you let a moan of surprise permeate the kiss, the sound egging on Sam. His cute button-tipped nose brushed your cheek as he enthusiastically indulged in your kisses. 

He slid his hand further up your lap, bunching the fabric of your flowy shorts up around your hips as he kneaded and pawed at your inner thigh. When he swiped his fingers beneath the hem over your bare skin, you shivered, and he was pulled back to reality, parting from the kiss with a sharp, wet sounding gasp for air. His eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated as they focused. 

Danny’s hand mirrored Sam’s, slipping between your legs to squeeze the flesh of your other inner thigh. You bit your lip, a rush of heat making your brain lag for a second, your eyelids fluttering. Danny smirked as he sucked at the delicate skin behind your ear. 

“Mmmhhh,” you softly whined, brows knitting as Sam’s nose brushed your cheek, teasing you with his lips millimeters away. 

“You want me?” he rasped in a whisper, the corners of his ridiculously attractive lips quirking up when you nodded weakly and whined, “Yeah, Sammy.”

Danny lifted his face from your abused neck, licking a line up your racing jugular as he ascended. You whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open already, something a very smug Danny seemed to notice. 

Murmuring seductively against your cheek, he smirked, “You want me too? You want us both, baby?” He nudged at your cheek with his beautifully arched nose, and Sam’s fingers rubbed gently teasing patterns up and down your inner thigh. 

You let out a tortured sigh, losing the fight and closing your eyes. “Oh god… yeah.”

Nimble bass fingers untied the string holding your shorts around your hips as one drumstick calused palm scraped gently down to curl under your knee. Danny waited until Sam had wiggled your shorts past your ass to take over and tug them off, your foot flicking them off to the side. He mouthed his lips along the shell of your ear as he lifted your knee, bending your leg to rest one foot on the cushion. 

Sam’s eyes threatened to stare a hole into the damp spot forming through the baby blue cotton between your legs. He licked his lips, placing his hand over your lower abdomen, as he snuck a quick glance at you and Danny. You spread your thighs a little further, smirking as the boys’ eyes met and Danny’s hand slid up your thigh with an inviting nod between your legs. 

Gently, locking eyes with you, Sammy smoothed his hand down, tucking his fingers under your panties and grazing his middle fingertip down and back up through your folds. Sam’s eyelids drooped with lust as he sighed out a low groan, “Oh my god, you’re wet.”

Danny purred against your cheek as he watched your underwear stretch over his friend’s knuckles. “Oh yeah? What a good girl, baby, dripping all over his hand.”

Your eyes closed of their own accord, a humiliating whimper slipping unexpectedly past your lips. 

A second set of lips evened out Danny’s, tugging at your other earlobe and flicking his tongue against it. Sam’s fingers spread you open, rubbing in loose, lazy circles. The slick noises drew a growl from Danny’s chest, and you fluttered your eyes open weakly, only to catch Danny’s tongue wetting his fingers. His eyes flashed dangerously at you as he closed his lips around them, the light catching the glisten from his saliva as he pulled them out and joined Sam’s party for one in your panties. 

You moaned sharply as you felt Danny’s fingers take over circling your clit, switching into tighter, faster circles, while Sam’s middle and ring finger slowly curled into your heat. 

Your head rolled against the back cushion, looking up at Sammy as he lifted his face away. Your needy and glazed over expression made his nostrils flare in hunger, and his lips parted absently. “How’s it feel, beautiful girl?” he rasped quietly. “Our fingers feel nice?”

You whimpered, brows tightly knit as you bucked against both their hands, working away at your wet center in incredible synchrony. “So nice, I fucking-“ a deeper curl of his fingers had you keening pathetically. “-shit, like that, yeah,” you mewled. 

“Yeah?” he cocked a smug eyebrow, “S’that the spot?” He drug the pads of his fingers against your walls, and gave you a dirty smirk when you jolted and whined. Danny’s fingers paused their languid circles, his pointer and middle finger parting and slipping down along either side of your clit, squeezing together in a slippery hug as he pulled them back up. 

Your jaw hung open, your gaze unfocusing as you blinked distantly at the ceiling. You heard Sam’s dark chuckle by your ear as Danny returned to his expert massage to your clit. 

Craving more, more friction, more of them, you swallowed dryly. “Fuck me?” you softly pleaded, voice hoarse already. 

Danny playfully nipped the apple of your cheek, whispering teasingly, “Who? Me or Sam?”

Sammy echoed, “Yeah doll, who’s cock d’you want?” 

As his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, Danny moved his lips back to the shell of your ear, nibbling gently and murmuring with that low, breathy voice. “We both wanna be inside you so bad.” 

“So fuckin’ bad, beautiful, you got me addicted to that tight little pussy,” Sam confirmed, a touch of begging in his tone contrasting deliciously with Danny’s domineering rumble. 

You whined, reaching your hands up to grab at both boy’s necks, rolling your hips into their talented hands. “Both, I- fucking christ- both of you, take turns, or whatever you want, please?” 

Sam’s forehead plopped against your temple as he breathed out a strained whimper. “Shit,” he breathed. 

Danny removed his fingers from your clit, his hand rising to your chin. He grabbed your face firmly, his two glistening fingers forcing into your mouth as he turned you to face him. You sucked his fingers, lapping lazily at the pads of them as you slowly focused your eyes on his gorgeous, pleased face. His filthy, challenging grin would’ve had your knees buckling had you been standing. 

“Aren’t you just the sweetest little whore,” he grit the last word through his teeth, his grip tightening slightly around your jaw. You inhaled sharply through your nose and nodded around his hand as best you could. 

“What a naughty little thing,” came Sam’s voice, far too smug for your liking. “You a little slutty for us, babe?”

Jesus christ. 

Danny’s hand suddenly let go, and in a flash, Sam found himself in the same boat that you were just in, locked into your boyfriend’s firm grip. 

“Not sure where you’re getting all this attitude from, Sammy,” he all but sneered, Sam’s shuddery inhale threatening to bring a smirk to your face. 

“I was just- ah!” Danny slipped his hand around to tighten his fist around Sam’s hair, tugging at the root near the back of the brunette’s head, effectively interrupting his pitiful excuses. 

“You what?” Danny smirked, slowly rising to his feet as he leaned over Sam’s face. 

Sam’s eyes, wide and submissive, blinked up at him as he licked his lips nervously. “Nothing…!”

Danny cocked his head, arrogantly shaking his head and hovering his lips just out of Sam’s pouted reach. “Good boy,” he purred. 

Sam’s eyes flew shut as he bit back a groan. 

You curled your fingers sweetly around Danny’s bicep, fixing him with a pleading look. When he met your eyes, you fluttered your eyelashes and asked, “Bedroom?”

Danny grinned at you rather ferally, then gave a quick nod and grabbed both yours and Sam’s hands. 

He marched you both down the hall, you and Sam sharing a quick, bashfully excited grin from the corner of your eyes before Danny gently but firmly turned you around to the bed and pushed you down, side by side and equally impatient for his next move. 

Danny stepped over you first, brushing a gentle hand along your cheek as he gazed down at you tenderly. “Can you be my sweet girl and sit quiet for a minute, baby?” 

You smiled and nodded up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his wrist. He thumbed once over your cheek and smiled back sweetly, booping your nose just to hear your giggle before he stepped over in front of Sam.

Sam leaned back on his arms, paying close attention as the drummer stood before him. Danny brought a hand to Sam’s cheek, much like yours, and his eyes followed as he trailed his fingers lightly down Sammy’s neck and collarbones. 

Sam’s breathing stuttered, licking his lips as he let Danny’s delicate touch brush admiringly across his upper half. “What about me?” he challenged softly, flustered but smirking playfully nonetheless. 

Danny raised a brow, lifting his heavy gaze to Sam’s, before placing his palm firmly in the center of Sammy’s chest and shoving him down flat on his back. Sam gasped, the sound choked and ending with a garbled whine as Danny followed, crawling over top of him to hover over his lithe form.

Gripping the bassist’s jaw lightly, Danny brushed his lips ever so faintly against Sam’s as he murmured lowly, “You wanna be a good boy for me, too?”

Sam’s wide eyes blinked up at Danny in a sort of lustful awe, nodding his head and licking his lips. A smirk creeped across Danny’s lips, nodding along teasingly as he brushed their lips together again. 

With the most arrogant, shit-eating tone, he rumbled low in his chest, “Yeah? Are you daddy’s good boy?”

Sam’s face flushed wildly as his eyes closed tight, but the moan he tried to conceal was unmistakable. Though as pathetically needy as Sam surely felt, you could swear you had it worse. Arousal coursed through your veins like adrenaline, and it threatened to send you into cardiac arrest, as your boyfriend groaned like he’d tasted the finest wine and his tongue languidly slipped through his parted lips to lick across Sam’s pouted ones. 

Sam slunk his arms around Danny’s neck, pulling the man down on top of him into a deep, needy kiss. His long fingers raked through the drummers silken curls, his brows furrowing as he sighed a moan of satisfaction into the kiss. Stealthily, Danny shuffled his knees up around Sam’s hips to balance himself, then smoothed his hands up the wiry arms that held him in place. He then gracefully pried Sam’s hands away, taking them in his own, still slow and sweet, before pinning them above his head and breaking the kiss, biting his lip at Sam’s bratty little whine. 

You found the presence of mind, through the absolute brain fog of arousal, to cheekily goad them on. “Little desperate, aren’t we Sammy?”

Sam’s head whipped over to you, jaw dropping as he prepared to retort with a sassy comeback, but Danny eradicated any chance of that with a firm roll of his hips into Sam’s stiff crotch. 

“Aht,” he warned, “Don’t make me shut you up, Sammy.” 

Instantly, your cheek was forgotten, as the bassist bit his lip. Once again doe-eyed and smirking for Danny, Sam murmured with a shake in his voice, “…and, uh, for curiosity’s sake… how would you do that exactly?”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Danny wordlessly gripped Sam’s jaw in his broad hand, and when Sam’s jaw instinctively fell open between his thumb and fingers, his open mouth was promptly filled with Danny’s pointer and middle fingers. You watched Danny’s eyes droop in lust as Sam’s widened submissively, obediently closing his lips around the callused digits and sucking demurely. 

“There’s plenty of ways I can occupy your smart little mouth,” Danny sneered arrogantly, “The only problem is finding one that you won’t fucking like so much.”

You ventured a hand over to lightly rub over Sam’s chest, amusement evident in your cheeky addition, “That’s awful slutty of you, Sammy.” 

Danny’s shoulders stiffened, and he kept his eyes on Sam as he warned, “Glass houses, babygirl, glass houses.”

Sam’s smirk became clearer when Danny slipped his fingers out of his mouth. “Yeah, sweetheart, glass houses,” he mocked condescendingly. 

You shot him a petulant glare. “I thought you were told to shut up? Or are you not daddy’s good boy?”

Sam tried to sit up indignantly, blushing, but was restricted by your boyfriend still pinning him to the mattress. His mouth opened with another smart ass remark, but a snarl from Danny’s chest stole the words from his tongue. 

“Enough! Not another fucking word from either of you,” he barked, shooting Sam a dominant, warning look as he straightened off of him with a final, parting squeeze to his jaw. 

You both watched Danny nervously as he loomed over you both, running his tongue over his teeth. 

“Up,” he grit, tipping his head back. 

You stumbled to your feet, but Sam’s bratty streak flared up full force, and he cocked a sassy eyebrow and eyed up Danny challengingly. “Why?” he huffed. 

You rolled your eyes with a knowing smirk, and Danny smoothly articulated, “Because I told you to, Samuel, and you will listen to me, or you won’t like what happens next.” 

Sam scoffed but clambered to his feet beside you, and Danny gave him a condescending smile. “Good.” He leaned back on his hands against your shared dresser and eyed you both admiringly. “Now take each other’s clothes off.”

You looked up at Danny as you echoed his command back in your head. He met your eyes and gave you a smug smile, winking at you. You blushed and smiled back, then giggled as you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder. 

Facing him, he fixed you with that butterfly-inducing, boyish smirk of his. He rested his hands at your shoulders and bit his lip. Those hands began roaming, from your shoulders towards the hem of your shirt, as slowly and patiently as his eagerness allowed, taking his time to subtly palm at your tits through the fabric. 

“Mmm… he doesn’t have to tell me twice,” Sam softly flirted, lifting his honey brown eyes from your midsection to meet your flustered gaze. 

Lopsidedly smiling, you helped him lift your shirt over your head and quickly began working his pants off. “First time for everything, I suppose,” you teased, dropping to your knees to tug his pants down his thighs. 

Sam’s breath hitched, his brain rebooting at the sight of you below him like that, and pride bloomed in your chest from his lack of a sassy retort. 

His briefs, caught in the bunch of fabric, were pulled down as well, and the tip of his erection grazed your chin as it sprung up. Nearly forgetting about the third party watching silently beside you, you leaned forward instinctively and kitten licked over the delicate slit at the tip of Sammy’s cock. 

His resulting hiss of surprise was almost lost under Danny’s softly, but rigid order, “Nope, I said undress, not suck his dick, get up.”

You blinked over at Danny, pouting, “But Danny, I-“

He shifted his weight, cocking an unimpressed brow at you, and you gave up, rising to your feet to level yourself with the boy who was suddenly singing a very different tune.

Sam wordlessly rushed to tug your panties down past your ass, letting them drop to the floor and stepping even closer to you as he reached around behind your ribcage to nimbly unclasp your bra. His fingers slipped under the straps, brushing them off your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, his hands immediately cupping and squeezing your tits appreciatively. The softest breathy moan breezed past his lips, but now it was Sam’s turn to be interrupted. 

“Sam. Bed,” Danny grit, “On your back.”

Sam’s eyes flashed with that same needy, aroused glaze, obeying Danny, even giving him a little nod as he sat at the edge of the bed, swinging his legs up and laying flat, lacing his hands over his stomach as he turned his head to look up at you both patiently. 

“Good boy,” Danny purred, sounding pleasantly surprised and pleased, and he tipped his head back to peer at Sam down his nose. You licked your lips, watching Sam’s cock twitch against his flexing stomach with longing. 

Danny’s fingers brought you out of your daze, tipping up your chin as he smirked down at you. “Hi, beautiful,” he sweetly brushed the back of his hand over your cheek, and you smiled lovingly up at his gorgeous face, preening under his praise. “Can you do me a favor, my love?” 

Your heart fluttered as you rested a hand on his chest and nodded, “Yeah, gorgeous, what do you need?” 

He casted a playful glance in Sam’s direction before refocusing on you fondly. “I want you to go sit on his lap, and then do exactly as I tell you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, seductively playful, thoroughly enjoying the way his jaw clenched subtly through his slow inhale. He shook his head fondly, lightly smacked your ass, and you gave him a cheeky grin and turned on your heel, climbing onto the bed beside Sam’s lithe form. 

“Hey,” you flirted, planting your hands on his chest and swinging one leg over his hips to seat yourself atop him, his cock parting your slick lips, pressed between you and his abdomen in a wet hug.

His gasp shuddered out of him and was joined by his hands shooting to hold your hips tightly. His fingers flexed tight, white knuckling the flesh. “Ohh, god, you little devil,” he grinned lazily, struggling to not buck into you. 

Smirking down at him, you brought your thumb to your mouth, wetting the pad of it and dropping it down to rub circles gently into the delicate, vulnerable underside of the head of his cock.

Sam whined, wincing in surprised pleasure as his head rolled sideways, face burying into the pillow as he writhed under you. “Shitshitshit-“

“Okay, hands off now.”

You lifted your hand immediately, shooting a proud grin Danny’s way when Sam sighed from either disappointment or relief, you couldn’t be sure. 

Pleased with your listening, Danny cocked his head and drank in the sight of you both. Your attention was drawn to the movement below his waist, absently rolling your hips into Sam’s as you watched your boyfriend rubbing over his bulge. 

“Mmm- Danny,” Sam choked, swallowing hard, “What now?”

Danny hummed thoughtfully, casually popping open the button of his jeans. “Grind on him, princess.”

Nodding quickly, you started rutting your hips against Sam’s steadily, slipping his length up and down through your folds. Sam hissed, his eyelids fluttering closed as his brows tipped up in the middle. His face the picture of pleasure, he moaned softly, encouraging you with his hands kneading and pulling at your hips. “Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he rasped.

Danny grinned, a dangerous gleam in his expression. “Stop.”

You bit your lip hard, reluctantly stilling atop him. Sam huffed, lolling his head impatiently to face Danny, unimpressed and pouting. Danny snickered at his expression, nodding his permission to you to keep going. 

You kept your eyes on your boyfriend’s as you wiggled slowly forward and back, your stomach flipping with anticipation as Sam’s cock slipped frictionless through your folds. Danny’s little smirk morphed into something darker, tugging his zipper down as he held the heated eye contact. His fingers slipped beneath the band of his boxers, and he flicked his gaze to where you were soaking his best friend’s cock rhythmically. 

“Stop,” he articulated again.

Sam expelled a puff of air beneath you, and you were broken away from Danny’s spell. Glancing down at the man beneath you, you had to bite back a whimper, fighting not to disobey Danny’s instruction. Sam’s face twisted in his growing frustration, his forehead beginning to shine with sweat. It had you suddenly realizing just how hot it had become in the room, three bodies warming the space with the heat of the growing, restless neediness. 

Sam swallowed harshly, “Wish you weren’t such a good little girl for him.” His eyes flashed up to meet yours, a teasing glint peeking through his frustration. Danny huffed a smug laugh beside you.

You giggled softly, dropping your gaze to his nipple as you swiped a thumb over it, rolling it against your forefinger. “Oh yeah?”

He sighed and let his head lean to the side as he gazed up at you, fond and needy through those long lashes. “Mhmm. I think you should be my good girl,” he rasped, rolling his hips enticingly, sending the tip of his cock slipping just barely, teasingly, into your clit.

You whined softly, acutely aware of the man leaning against the dresser beside you, watching you both interact quietly. 

Sam watched you lick your lips longingly, and he smirked, smoothing his hands up your sides slowly. “Sounds nice, doesn’t it, gorgeous? You wanna listen to me instead? I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” he finished with a seductive, raspy whisper, punctuating it with a squeeze to your tits as he reached his destination, cupping and massaging them. 

Your lips parted with a breathy moan, fighting every urge to give in to the temptation he dangled in front of you. 

You met his eyes again, apologetically, regretfully shaking your head. 

You could feel Danny’s proud, wide grin without even glancing at him. “Good girl, sweetheart,” he praised, pushing off the dresser and stalking toward the bed. Once he’d reached your side, plastering himself along your body, he purred, “God I love you.” He bit down on the back of your shoulder, earning a shaky whine from you through your smile. 

You craned your neck, peering at him through your eyelashes, the way that made his knees weak for you. Danny’s face softened further, taking your face in one hand as the other wrapped around your middle. He captured your lips in a needy kiss, insistently taking another kiss the second each one would end. You melted back against his solid chest, the change in your seating position cruelly dragging your slit against Sam’s neglected length. 

A helpless, sweet whine eminating from below you brought both your attentions to Sammy, laid out beautifully unraveled against the sheets. He watched your kiss with longing eyes, and his swollen tip peeking out from between your lips was a dark shade of pink. 

Danny rested his chin over your shoulder, hugging you with both arms from behind as he raised a brow at Sam, smirking lightly. “What?” he teased, deliberately clueless.

Sam furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes, centering his focus on Danny’s face. “Oh, nothing,” he retorted sarcastically.

Danny ignored him, turning his face in to tuck into your neck, his breath tickling your neck. You giggled as he brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Okay then,” he smirked. Kissing and loving on your skin and deliberately making you squirm, knowing full well how each wiggle he coerced out of you was driving Sam crazier.

Sam grit his teeth, hissing as you jerked your hips against him suddenly, his grip on your hips stiffening as he growled, “Fucking stop it already!”

Danny raised a brow and emerged from your neck, gazing arrogantly down at the bratty demand. “What was that?” he muttered lowly, warning Sam with his tone. 

As usual, Sam ignored the warning and proceeded full throttle. “I said stop it! I need- I need more, just-“ He fought against your weight, grinding weakly into you and making you whimper softly. His voice came out breathless and rough when he pleaded, “C’mon, enough fucking around, let me fuck her.”

If anybody had’ve asked, you wouldn’t have been able to tell them how much you would’ve loved the way Sam bypassed you, going directly to your boyfriend for permission to use your body. It was somehow simultaneously degrading and empowering, and with your affinity for both praise and degradation, the confusing combination worked like a charm for you. 

Feeding into both of these kinks, Danny toyed his fingers down your lower abdomen, grazing the tips against your clit and the tip of Sam’s cock as he responded, “Well isn't that just a damn shame, Sammy. You were so close, too.”

Sam furrowed his brow incredulously, “Close? To what? Losing my mind?”

Danny chuckled humorlessly, “To getting what you wanted. You were being so good,” he tsked. “Oh well, you made your bed, now.”

Sam sputtered, and let out a stuttery whine as you ground against Danny’s fingers, and by extension, his aching cock. “Fuuuck, please,” he groaned, “Let me in, let me- oh-“

Danny copied your move, circling his thumb, wet from your soaking pussy, into Sam’s frenulum, smirking evilly when the boy squirmed and jerked beneath you. His anguished bucking hips had you weakly leaning back into Danny’s chest for support, and the two of you falling apart beneath his control had Danny’s cock pounding in his pants. 

Finally Danny removed all contact, stepping back from the bed as you fell forward onto Sam’s chest for support. Both of you looked up at him with matching pleading, lost expressions.

Danny’s lips quirked up in a smile as he shoved his pants down and caught onto your needy faces.  

“Well god, don’t look so pathetic,” he cooed, “Both of you, breaking my heart over here. Just be patient, I’ll make it worth it.” 

He bit his lip as he watched you both closely, pushing his briefs down his thighs, his cock twitching in the air under both your desperate stares. 

Taking himself in hand loosely, he instructed, “Roll over, babes. Sammy on top now.”

Sam flushed at the endearment, and you smiled to yourself. You managed to roll off, onto your back, and wiggle into Sam’s place as Sam fit himself between your thighs on his knees. He stared shamelessly at your spread open lips, biting back a soft groan, and your stomach twisted with excited butterflies, opening your thighs wider teasingly. 

“God,” he sighed, licking his lips as his eyes lidded heavily. Sam began leaning forward, his face nearing your folds, but instead groaned and rested his forehead against your stomach when Danny barked, “Stop.”

“Whyyyy?” Sam whined, muffled against your tummy. “I want her so fucking bad, Danny,” he lifted his head, begging Danny with his eyes. “Why not? Please, baby,” he whimpered softly. 

Danny’s face softened in surprise and affection. “Sammy, babe…” 

Sam closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed pink as he continued, “I want you both, I wanna fuck her, I want you, I want- just, please, Danny, anything, please, I-“

Danny, in two strides, was back with one knee up on the edge of the bed, crashing his lips against Sam’s desperately. Sam moaned, wrapping an arm around Danny’s strong midsection, the other hand resting on your thigh, gripping and kneading at the flesh, seemingly to feel grounded to both of you. 

Danny reluctantly pulled back, pecking Sam’s lips a few times in a drawn out apologetic goodbye. Breathless, he rested his forehead against Sam’s and looked into his eyes as best he could in their proximity. 

“Let’s take care of this, yeah?” He murmured, running his hand down Sam’s front smoothly, past his navel, wrapping his broad hand firmly around Sam’s achingly hard, slick-dampened cock. 

Sammy nodded, shallow and desperately, rocking himself through Danny’s grip with a sigh of relief that melted his entire body against Danny’s, much like yours had just done. Danny wrapped his free arm around Sam’s waist, supporting him, and used his leverage point there to grind his own erection into the plush of Sam’s ass.

Danny inhaled Sam’s sweet musky scent, burying his nose in the boy’s hair as he groaned under his breath at the relieving contact to his neglected cock. With one more roll of his hips, he straightened out, steadying Sam overtop of you before crawling onto the bed behind him. 

Sam craned his head curiously, but Danny placed a soothing hand to his shoulderblades, thumbing reassuringly as he got himself settled comfortably. He positioned himself behind Sam, a sort of vertical big-spoon around the lithe bassist. 

You bit your lip in anticipation as the addition of another body atop the bed pushed your thighs open wider to accommodate Danny. Sam’s lips parted in awe as he caught glimpse of the light catching the delicate strings of your wetness decorating your parted lips. His eyes shot closed with a whimper though, as Danny gave a smooth rock of his hips against his ass.

Danny, now firmly plastered skin-to-skin against Sam’s back, reached around Sammy’s front and took his cock in hand. He leaned them both forward, forcing Sam onto his hands and knees above you. Sam gasped, Danny’s cock grinding between his ass cheeks as he loosely jerked Sam off. 

You reached down, and Sam fluttered his eyes open at the movement, catching your gaze and locking eyes, electric and intense as you swirled your fingers around your clit. Your jaw fell open a bit, and the relief had your eyes rolling back slightly with a sigh. The sight of it had Sam exhaling through his nose harshly as though the wind had been punched out of him. 

Danny lowly rumbled in his ear, “Push forward a bit, sweet boy.”

Sam shivered, obeying and letting his hips droop forward until the tip of him caught against your entrance. Danny kept his eyes locked on the contact of his cock against your pussy from over Sam’s shoulder, angling his jaw to the side to kiss and nip the bottom of Sammy’s jaw. “Good,” he breathed, “You just let me do all the work.” 

Sam whined and nodded, blinking sluggishly. 

Danny gave his cock a few pumps, twisting loosely at the tip after each pass, the head of him torturously pressing at your entrance. At Sam’s shudder of pleasure, he grinned lightly, slapping Sam’s cock against your clit with a few filthy smacks. 

You gasped, whimpering and arching into it, “Danny- Sam-“ Their names rolling off your tongue instinctively was like sexual whiplash, and you panted, lost for words.

Sam weakly chuckled, lifting his head to peer at you through his lashes. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Danny nipped at the shell of Sam’s ear playfully, using his thumb as leverage to hold Sam’s length close and snug to your folds. He then rocked into Sam’s ass, forcing Sam’s cock through the tight squeeze and causing a feral moan to slip unrestricted past the boy’s lips. You gasped, tossing your head back as the sudden, focused contact to your clit sparked intensely through your body. You cupped and groped at your tits absent-mindedly as Danny continued to second-hand thrust Sam into you. 

Both boys locked eyes on you hungrily, but you were oblivious, eyes closed and brows tipped up in pleasure from the steady rubbing of the ridge of Sam's head against your clit. Moaning weakly, you pinched your own nipple, head lolling to the side. “Yes,” you whined, “Fuck yes, oh my god…”

Danny growled near Sam’s ear, abandoning your combined groins. He brought his hand at Sam’s hip up to wrap around the front of Sam’s throat, a sight that stole your breath as you fluttered your eyes open. Sam hoarsely keened as Danny opened his mouth and licked a hot, filthy line from the base of Sam’s neck to his jaw, sealing the move with hot open-mouthed kisses to Sam’s jaw and cheek, finally meeting Sam’s lips hungrily in a sloppy, feral kiss. 

Squeezing his throat cautiously, Sam encouraged him with a cut-off groan, sucking on his tongue. Danny moaned, his grip tightening at both sides of his neck, parting from Sam’s lips to mumble, “Want me to fuck your ass?” 

Sam’s knees buckled, Danny’s hand shooting from his neck to wrap around his middle again in support, a breathy humorless chuckle at the wanton reaction. 

Sam gulped, his eyes wide and dark as he opened them, fixing them on Danny’s face. “Fuck me,” he rasped, “Fuck me right into her pussy, Daddy.”

Danny’s nostrils flared, his jaw falling open, and he breathed so quiet against Sam’s lips, “Oh god-“

With your front row seat to their little show, you felt lightheaded with desire. Equally desperate as Sam to get Danny’s cock in his ass, you took it upon yourself to reach over to the nightstand, fumbling and grasping the bottle of lube and presenting it to Danny like a present. 

Danny took it with shaky hands, shooting you a fucked-out smile of thanks. You smiled back, biting your lip as Danny kissed Sam’s shoulder, then guided him forward overtop of you on his hands. 

Sam met your eyes as Danny flipped open the cap behind him, giving you a lazy, dirty grin. You smirked, taking one of his hands and using it to grope your breast. Sam’s fingers molded around the curve of it, licking his lips hungrily as Danny began slicking up his own cock. The slick wet noises got your heart racing with arousal, and Sam clearly felt it too, as he dove forward and captured your nipple between his pouted, kiss swollen lips. You gasped, burying your fingers in his silky hair as he sucked at you. 

You felt his groan acutely, vibrating sparks of pleasure to your core, as Danny’s lubed up fingers slipped between Sam’s cheeks. He pressed one finger inside Sam’s hole, not wasting any time and slipping in all the way in one smooth motion, and Sam abandoned your boobs as his mouth fell open with a loud, wanton moan, the side of his face smacking bonelessly against your sternum. 

Danny grunted lowly, eyes flickering between his finger encased in Sam’s tight heat and your disheveled faces, hair clinging to both your foreheads with sweat. 

He pumped his finger slowly in and out, then curled it towards the root of Sam’s cock, and the bassist whined, high-pitched and drawn out against your breast, “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Danny!” 

You stroked and pet Sam’s head as Danny slipped a second finger in alongside the first, fingering him a little faster and targeting that sweet little spot inside Sam’s body. High in his throat, Sam let out a choked cry, biting down gently into the flesh of your breast, making you hiss. 

Muffled around his mouthful of your boob, Sam weakly pleaded, “Please, baby, fuck me!”

Danny groaned at his begging, his eyes shooting closed as he bit his lip hard, rutting against Sam’s ass cheek. 

“You ready for me, pretty boy?” he rumbled. 

Sam sobbed out a quiet moan, nodding into your chest as he squeezed your tits in his hands, effectively smothering his blushing face in your cleavage. “Mhmm,” he mumbled. “Do it.”

Danny grasped himself, slapping his own slick cock against Sam’s wet, lubed up entrance a few times, before lining up and pressing his head past the tight ring of Sam’s hole. 

They both groaned in sync, Danny’s relieved, deep groan pairing harmoniously with Sam’s whimpered, pathetic, pleading one. The sounds they made, the visual of Danny’s pleasure-wracked face, the sweaty, submissive boy clinging to you like a shaking leaf, all of it reduced you to a feral, desperate mess of arousal. Pinned as you were beneath them both, you felt it as Danny rocked tentatively into Sam, pulling out and pushing in a little further with each thrust. Sam’s soft cries climbed up in register each time, until his voice sounded feminine and so deliciously submissive, you weren’t sure how Danny hadn’t already lost it and coated his walls already. You felt near the precipice of an orgasm as it was, and you’d hardly even been touched yet. 

Danny slowed his thrusts, his jaw clenching with restraint as he gripped Sam’s hips. He licked his lips and bent forward, his arm snaking around Sam’s waist again, and taking his leaking erection in hand. 

“Baby?” your boyfriend softly called, and you reached down readily, brushing his hand affectionately and helping him guide Sam’s cock to your entrance.

"Okay," you confirmed shakily. You were losing your mind, you felt so ready to be filled. 

Danny braced himself, and Sam flexed forward flexibly, allowing Danny to push forward into Sam, which in turn, pushed Sam fully into you, all in one slick smooth motion. 

“Sammy, fuck-“ your jaw fell open loosely, panting and bucking into him as Danny retreated them both and fucked back into you exploratively. 

Sam’s lips parted with a steady, unintelligible stream of filth, moaning and keening as Danny used him like his own personal toy, pushing and withdrawing from your soaking core in an uncoordinated, but incredibly erotic and nonetheless enjoyable dance. 

Slowly, with a bit of fumbling, the three of you found a rhythm that worked, similar to the first night, but instead of Sammy holding himself still and getting fucked from both sides, you and Danny limited your movements to a light rolling motion, and Sam rocked himself back and forth, both fucking himself into you, and back around Danny’s pulsing cock. 

“God Sammy- uh- fuck, so tight, babe,” Danny praised, his voice rough and strained through his pants. 

Sam whined, his shaking muscles driving his hips forward and back on pure, animal instinct. “Please, please please pleasepleaseplease…”

Danny’s grip on his hips tightened in response, and you and Sam both benefited when he used his leverage to guide Sam’s pelvis faster and harder, jerking his body back and forth between you and Danny like a game of sexual tug of war. 

Your mouth hung open loosely, losing your composure quickly as the combined physical pleasure, the angelic view of both god-like men above you, and the filth of the whole situation in general spurred you on. 

"I've never felt so fucking good in my life," Sam pathetically whined, "This was-" he gasped, "w-was all I could thing about, since the first time."

Danny moaned, his head tipping back as he drove himself deeper into Sam.

Sam was forced forward onto his elbows, and as he balanced himself, he looked up, making glazed-over eye contact with you. “Baby, I need you to cum, please fucking cum for me,” he choked out, begging you with his eyes, “His cock, it's so fuckin' good- ahh! I’m so fucking-“ he cried out a short jerky wail, “s-so fucking c-close, please.”

You wiggled your arm between your bodies, relieving the ache his words brought on with your fingers, cirling and rubbing frantically over your clit and nodding desperately, staring Sam in the eyes as your orgasm built. “Gonna-“ you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as Danny’s hips jerked hard against you both, “…gonna cum, you’re so good, such a good boy for us, Sammy, so good, just keep- don’t stop, Sammy, fuck-“ 

Danny reared back, slamming into Sam harder, earning a loud, unabashed cry of his name from Sam’s chest, and Danny growled animalistically, smacking Sam’s ass hard, twice, in quick succession. The sting of the slaps, and the subsequent tight squeeze to the abused flesh in Danny’s wide, veiny hand, sent you careening over the edge. 

Your desperate, high-pitched cries of ecstasy drew groans from both boy’s chests, and your trembling, clenching walls squeezing so tight around Sam’s cock as it was sent pumping unforgivingly into you, sent Sam over the edge right after you, his wet release pooling hot, forbidden and dirty inside you, his own cries washing over you as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

Danny, despite his dwindling resolve to hold off, lost himself in Sam’s clenching, pulsing heat, and in the hazy chorus of his two lover’s combined sounds of pleasure, he gave into the pleasure and spilled, hard and hot into Sam’s tight wet walls with a groan that shook his chest. 

He barely held himself up long enough to slip carefully out of Sam, then collapsed at your side, completely spent. Sammy pulled out next, whimpering at the overstimulating drag against his sensitive, slowly softening cock, and rolled just slightly to the side, laying himself mostly still on top of you. 

Danny rolled himself weakly onto his side, not bothering to open his eyes as he panted, curling into your side and wrapping his arm over your tummy, holding you close to him. Sam’s knee hitched up over your hips, his calf resting between your thighs as he, too, caught his breath in the cavern of your neck. 

Your eyes drooped closed, your entire body feeling floaty and relaxed, the tension of the day, quite literally, fucked out of you. 

Sammy’s arm, draped over your ribcage, blindly groped for Danny’s forearm, curling his long fingers around it, and Danny hummed his appreciation quietly, his arm extending a little further against your stomach to squeeze his hand around Sam’s thigh. 

As you laid there, endorphins making your entire body feel light, buzzed, happy and safe, you smiled to yourself, simply existing in the moment, in this space between your favorite boys in the world. 

Sam lazily kissed your shoulder, nuzzling further into your skin as he sighed contentedly. Danny’s chin tucked against his chest, his mouth pressed into your hair while his soft, evened out breaths fanned it out gently. 

Danny broke the silence first, humming softly, the sound shifting to a soft groan as he stretched his legs down the bed, settling back into place. “That was… incredible.”

You smiled wide, eyes still closed as you hummed your agreement, turning just enough to nuzzle into his sweaty curls that clung to his forehead, pressing a loving kiss there.

Sam remained silent, which, even if you only knew Sam for ten minutes, you’d be acutely aware of how unusual that was. You looked down at him, unable to see his face from where it was buried in your shoulder, so you shifted up on your side, settling down little-spoon style against Danny’s chest as you scooted down to level with his face. 

You soothed a hand down his side, admiring the softness of his flawless skin and smiling fondly at his pretty, boyish face, which blinked up at you almost shyly. 

“No sassy remark?” you teased quietly, your eyes crinkling fondly as you reached up to cup his cheek. 

Sam grinned lopsidedly, lowering his gaze to the sheets beneath you, his fingers fiddling with a wrinkle in them. “Nah… I’m sure one’ll come to me, though.” 

You giggled under your breath, nodding lightly. “Good, good.”

His eyes lifted to yours, big and brown and sweet, more innocent than you’d ever seen him. He stole your breath for a moment, so stunningly perfect that you couldn’t quite fathom your own luck, to bask in his beauty. 

He smiled faintly under your enveloping, warm gaze, that crooked smile widening. “Hi,” he breathed, a soft chuckle following. 

“Hi,” you returned, quiet and affectionate.

Behind you, Danny leaned up on his shoulder, resting the side of his face against your cheek, both of you admiring him. 

Sam’s cheeks pinkened as he grinned shyly, “What?”

In an uncharecteristically shy move, Danny tucked his chin into your cheek, keeping his eyes on Sam as he kissed and mumbled against your cheek, “You’re so pretty, Sammy.”

The heat from Danny’s flushed cheeks mirrored Sam’s own blush, and Sam giggled quietly, wrinkling his nose as he lazily dismissed him with a swat of his hand. “Says the literal Greek God."

Danny giggled adorably, blushing harder and making your heart clench with love.

You wedged your hand under Sam’s other cheek, pulling his head toward yours and smiling as you kissed his lips softly. Sam melted into your gentle kiss, your hands on his face, accepting and returning the gentle affection. 

The moment you released him from the kiss, Danny leaned over you and tilted his chin up. He smiled, devastatingly sweet and handsome in your side-view of him, and he flickered his eyes from Sam’s curious gaze and his mouth, leaning forward and taking his turn at Sam’s lips. Sam kissed him back readily, his eyes fluttering closed. 

You continued to pet his cheek lovingly as they basked in the slow push and pull of each other’s lips, and as soon as they separated, you completed the triangle by capturing your boyfriends mouth, smiling happily against his lips. 

Danny pulled away after a moment, slowly blinking his eyes open. He bit his lip, boyishly smiling between you and Sam, and you giggled softly, the laughter catching on as Sam chuckled, and soon the three of you were laying together in a heap of seratonin-high giggles. 

Calming down, you sighed happily.

Then Danny’s stomach growled. Loudly. 

Any semblance of peace was thrown out the window, all three of you dissolving into laughter again as Danny blushed and rolled onto his back. 

“Shut up,” he groaned, chuckling, “I haven’t eaten since nine this morning!”

Sam leaned up on his elbow, giggling at him, “Who’s fault is that, mr. come-in-for-a-drink?” 

You snorted and Danny’s jaw dropped playfully at him, “I was literally about to make lunch when you kissed me!”

You pursed your lips in a silent, ‘oooo!’, turning your gaze back to Sam in amusement. 

“Hey, nuh-uh, you kissed me first, Wagner,” he poked Danny’s shoulder with a sassy raised eyebrow.

You giggled, and Danny looked at you with wide disbelieving eyes, whispering, “He’s full of shit.” Turning to Sam, he repeated louder, “You’re full of shit!”

Sam snickered, shrugging and rolling on his back, lacing his fingers on his chest. “Whatever you say, kissy-pants.”

You snorted, “Kissy pants?” you rolled your head to face Sam incredulously. 

He grinned at you innocently, shrugging. 

Danny rolled his eyes and sat up, moving to climb off the bed. “You’re such a dork,” he said, affectionately exasperated as he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from the dresser. Sam smirked shyly as he eyed Danny’s naked back, and subsequently blushed when you tapped the tip of his nose and winked, letting him know you caught him checking out his ass, then climbed off the bed and walked to the closet.

Sam smiled wide, despite the redness colouring his cheeks, and he kept his heart-eyes on your back as he answered Danny softly, “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

Your face softened inside the cover of the closet, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt as you pulled a sundress off the hanger.

Danny’s hands paused within the drawer, a goofy smile making its way over his face as he distractedly pawed through shirts. “…Oh yeah?”

Sam hauled his boxers back on, biting his lip as he came up behind Danny, touching a shy hand to his side. Danny turned around, and you watched, smoothing your dress over your head from the doorway of the closet, as Danny pulled Sam’s hips flush to his. Sam grew endearingly flustered, his hands resting tentatively on Danny’s bare chest, as Danny brushed his nose against Sam’s. 

“Yeah,” Sammy murmured, looking up into Danny’s eyes, losing his breath. 

Danny playfully nipped at Sam’s lip before pecking a gentle kiss to his lips. 

He shyly kept his eyes trained on Sam’s mouth as he quietly returned, “Well I’m yours too.”

Sam chewed on his lip, and he turned his head searchingly in your direction, his face relaxing and softening fondly when he saw you, making your heart flush with affection and the reassurance you felt at his clinginess.

He held an arm out to you, and Danny smiled wider, nodding you over. You stepped into their arms, leaning your head on Sam’s shoulder. Out of your sight, Sam blinked down at the crown of your head in surprise, warmth spreading through his chest at how you’d subconsciously come to him just as readily as you came to Danny. 

Danny let his forehead lean against Sam’s again, and you straightened, kissing Sam’s cheek sweetly. Sam’s heart fluttered, overwhelmed with the double-teamed touches, and as he looked at you, still leaning the side of his forehead against Danny’s, he said quietly through the close space, “…I’m yours, too.” 

You brought your hands up to lace over his shoulder, lifting on your toes to kiss his cheek again, trailing your lips to his jaw and smiling shyly against his skin. “I’m yours too, baby,” you whispered. “I’m yours, just like I’m Danny’s.”

Danny nodded lightly, and Sam sucked on his bottom lip, eyes flickering between you both when he lifted his head straight. 

“So… uh,” he swallowed, blushing, then cracking into a bashful smile. 

You smiled wide at his shyness, tilting your head encouragingly. 

“What is it?” Danny reassuringly asked with a hand on his shoulder, thumbing at both his shoulder and at your hip subconsciously, a rush of warmth swirling in your chest. 

Sam rocked from the ball of his foot to his heels, playing off his shyness as his usual goofy playfulness. “Well, if I’m yours, and you’re mine, and I’m yours,” he nodded at you, grinning wider, “and you’re mine…” 

You giggled, raising your brows impatiently, “Yeah?”

Sam smirked at the floor, “Well, I was just thinking that, you know, that sounds a lot like I’m your guys’ boyfriend, doesn’t it?”

You felt your heart turning to a mushy puddle as the adorable question registered. “Oh,” you giggled breathlessly, certain your face was the picture of sappy joy.

Danny cooed quietly, nudging his hip sweetly against Sam’s. “It does, huh,” he nodded, matter-of-factly before cracking a wide grin. 

Sam shrugged one shoulder, his tongue poking in his cheek as he grinned to himself, nodding at the floor bashfully. When he lifted his gaze, he met your eyes, and your smile stretched even wider, grabbing his face and pulling him into a sweet, enthusiastic kiss. Sam cooed in surprise, immediately falling into the kiss and sighing against your lips. His hand came up to cup your cheek, holding you in place. 

Then Danny’s nose brushed against both your cheeks, squishing his way in and making you both separate and burst into giggles, Danny cracking up too. 

You giggled, “Wait, lets try, come back.”

Your boys’ smiling faces drew nearer again, and you wrapped your hands around the backs of their heads, pulling them into a short, strange, but cute little three-way kiss, pulling back from it with blushing cheeks and wide, bashful smiles. 

“Huh,” Danny nodded, shrugging. Sam’s eyes closed fondly as he dropped his head forward against Danny’s chest, his hand still smoothing back from your cheek into your hair, lacing into it and scratching affectionately. 

You leaned your head into Danny’s shoulder, feeling a surge of love when his strong arms wrapped around both you and Sam, holding you both into a tight hug. 

Softly, you mumbled into Danny’s upper arm, “Let’s go get some food.”

They hummed their agreement, two low, rumbly tones that felt very right together. 

Sam lifted his head then, grinning at the two of you and wiggling his eyebrows. “Our first date!"

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Need You Close

Josh Kiszka X Danny Wagner

Slash Fic

WC:4k

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Slash, Explicit Sex, M/M, Cum play.

Apparently friends that fuck is our favorite trope 🤭

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

Sam and Jake had decided to call it a night early, leaving Josh and Danny the only two seated in their booth at the bar. They were seated across from each other, the twins having sat together and Sam and Danny basically being joined at the hip. Josh noticed his side of the table felt lonely and cold with no one sitting there with him. “Danny?” He raised his voice a little to be heard across the table in the loud background noise of the bar.

“Hmm?” Danny hummed, his eyes meeting Josh’s so he knew he was listening. He looked down to where their fingers were laced together on the tabletop, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Will you come sit with me? I’m cold.” Josh feigned a shiver, ever the dramatic. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted his bottom lip out. Danny playfully rolled his eyes but moved to the other side of the booth anyway, sandwiching Josh between his warm body and the wall. Their thighs were touching and Josh could feel Danny’s shoulder brushing his and it suddenly felt much warmer.

Danny wrapped one arm around Josh’s shoulders and used the other to tilt Josh’s face down towards his chest. “Better?” Danny whispered right against his ear, his warm breath tickling the skin of Josh’s neck.

“Much better.” Josh leaned up and pressed a kiss against Danny’s jaw, then another to the very corner of his mouth. Danny felt a shiver trail down his spine, settling in his groin. He breathed out a sigh, and Josh could feel the tickle of air brush across his nose and smell the Jack and Coke Danny had been nursing. Danny leaned into Josh's welcome touch, his lips brushing against his cheek,” You wanna play tonight Joshy?”

Placing another chaste kiss to the corner of Danny's mouth he speaks softly,” I'd like to, it's been awhile. Been missin’ being close to you.”

Danny turns his head inwards towards Josh and the wall, his curls covering most of their faces. He looks at Josh's freshly bitten,spit slicked lips and then up to his big brown pleading eyes,” Been missin' you too.” Danny presses his lips against Josh's, slotting them together reveling in the way they fit together so nicely. Soon their mouths move in unison, deepening their kiss. Danny's tongue slips out, brushing against Josh's bottom lip. Josh groans, feeling himself fully harden in his pants. It never takes him long under Danny's touch. His hand that wasn't trapped against the booth and their bodies snakes it's way over to Danny's muscular thigh. He squeezes the thick muscle, sculpted from years of playing drums, before trailing up to cup his cock hidden away in his pant leg. Danny nips at Josh's bottom lip as his cock jumps at the contact.

“Need more Josh, you're so fucking hot. Especially tonight, amping up everyone in the crowd, handing out kisses like one of them would be lucky enough to land in your bed. But they aren't, are they Josh? I'm the one.”

In between desperate kisses Josh whines,” Don't. Wanna. Talk. About. Them. Wanna be under you.”

Danny's eyes close as he desperately tries to center himself in this booth in the back of a crowded bar in a nameless city.

A devilish smirk twists onto Josh's lips his voice comes out breathy and high pitched,” Come on Daddy.”

Danny's eyes roll behind his closed lids and his jaw clenches, pushing Josh's small body against the corner of the booth he settles into Josh's lap. One of Danny's hands desperately clutches against Josh's plush hip and the other tangles into the curls at the nape of his neck. He presses his hips down into Josh's grinding their painfully hard cocks together, his lips find Josh's once more, nipping and sucking in between moans.

Josh notices through his drunken, lust-clouded haze that Danny is just hovering over him, not letting his weight settle onto Josh’s lap other than the grinding of their hips. Josh separates his lips from their frenzied kiss long enough to pant out, “Would you fuckin’ stop that? Come here.” Before wrapping both his arms around Danny’s waist and tugging him down until he feels the delicious weight and warmth of Danny’s body pressing him into the seat.

In the confines of the booth they’re chest to chest, nearly every inch of their bodies pressed against one another. Danny lets out a little surprised squeak when he loses his balance a little and lands in Josh’s lap but instantly melts into him when he feels the familiar sensation of being so close, Josh’s arms around him and his hips bucking up to meet Danny’s as they make their own sinful rhythm. “Fuck, Josh.” Danny groans, Josh bucking up when Danny grinds down, crashing their lips together once more.

Josh whimpers at the feeling, the friction between them delicious but not nearly enough. Danny is determined to get Josh to make that sound again, pinching his nipple between his thumb and first finger. Josh brings one hand down to squeeze Danny’s ass, reveling in the gasp that pulled from him. “Can we get the fuck out of here?” Josh pants against Danny’s lips, face flushed. Danny pulls back, his eyes dilated, he smiles sweetly before placing a kiss to Josh's forehead,”Absolutely.”

He maneuvers himself to sit back down in the booth, swigging back the rest of his cocktail and allowing them a moment to calm down. Once finished he makes his way to the bar to pay the tab before meeting Josh outside.

Josh smiles at him, cheeks still pink,” You ready?”

Danny places his hand on the overheated small of Josh's back under his jacket, leading him in the direction of their hotel. Josh stumbles a bit on the uneven concrete below their feet, Danny chuckles softly intertwining their fingers knowing he'd keep him safe and upright if he trips again.

Josh looks up at Danny, his eyes a bit glassy from his overindulgence,” Do ya even remember which hotel we're staying at? I don't.”

“I do remember.”

Josh starts pointing at different signs and architecture on the buildings, having a comment for everything.

Once they turn down the block that housed their hotel he points at the large office building off in the distance, rainbow lights crowning the top of it,” Oh! Look at that, so pretty. The lights are so pretty!”

Danny giggles and leans down, pressing a kiss to the mass of curls on the top of his head,” They are pretty, just like you.”

Josh beams, he swears he can see his eyes sparkle,” Yeah?”

“You're really cute Josh.”

Josh smiles, sticking out his tongue and scrunching his nose. He wraps his arms around Danny's waist, pressing the side of his head again the crook of his shoulder. They stumble along in their embrace until they meet at the front door to their hotel. Grabbing Danny's hand he pulls him along through the lobby and into the elevator. Winding him through the hallways to get to his room,” You remember now that we're here?” Danny chuckles, lightly massaging Josh's shoulders as he struggles to coordinate pressing the hotel key to the sensor and pushing the door handle down.

“Yeah.. it all came back to me when we got into the lobby.”

Once the door shuts closed Josh is shedding his layers eagerly getting undressed. Once naked he flops back onto the luxe bed behind him. Danny smiles at his friend, his skin glowing tan against the white comforter.

Danny joins him in his nakedness, crawling onto the bed hovering over Josh.

Josh's eyes flutter,”Ya know, you're pretty too Danny. Gorgeous actually. You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever encountered.”

Danny’s cheeks turn pink, he nuzzles his head into the crook of Josh’s neck trying to hide his blush. “I mean it, ya know.” Josh insists, lifting Danny’s chin to look him in the eyes. He hitches one leg around Danny’s hips, bringing his body closer. Danny leans down and slots their lips together, now skin to skin without the fabric of their clothing in the way. He slides his tongue between Josh’s parted lips and Josh lightly sucks on it making him groan.

“Touch me? Please.” Danny whispers, taking in a sharp breath when Josh’s hand trails down his back to cup his ass, thrusting his hips up to brush their lengths together. They both notice the slippery feel of their combined arousal as their bodies move together. Being able to physically feel their effects on the other man was intoxicating, little moans and sighs escaping into the air in between needy kisses.

“Fuck, wait… can we just… wanna take my time with you.” Josh pants out, arms winding around Danny’s neck to pull him into his neck. Danny obliges instantly, letting his weight press Josh into the mattress, soothing and grounding him. Josh places sweet little kisses all along Danny’s neck, chest and shoulders where he can reach, letting his hands wander the expanse of Danny’s back. Danny sighs, feeling the complete contentment of Josh's lips and hands on his body. The safe, easy love flowing between them. Danny lowers himself even closer to Josh's body beneath him, his hands cup his face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks all red and blotchy from his arousal. He places a kiss against the tip of his nose before connecting with his pouty pink lips. Josh wiggles his hips, the subtlest whine in the back of his throat.

Danny's eyebrows shoot up,” Am I hurting you? God I'm squishing you.”

Josh smiles as Danny rolls them to their sides,” Hurting me? No. Squishing me? Yes, but I liked it. I was just trying to, ya know, get more friction.”

Josh looks down towards their lengths still hard and leaking. His hand gently trails down Danny's side, fingertips tickling the sensitive skin. They dance down to Danny's hip tracing up and down his v line.

“Go ahead, stroke me. Don't tease.”

Josh giggles,” Teasing is in my nature Daniel.”

Danny grasps his wrist pulling it towards his neglected length, wrapping Josh's fingers and his own around it,”I have no patience for it.”

He pulls Josh's hand down to his base, giving it a squeeze before gliding up the length of it. He does this a few more times until he drops his hand letting Josh take over.

Josh hums, his voice low, raspy with arousal,” There's lube in the nightstand. Top drawer.”

Danny twists his body back towards the nightstand that's decorated with Josh's things, a half drunk water bottle, some earrings and his silver cuff. He opens the top drawer retrieving the bottle of lube. His brows furrow, the substance being unlike what's in his suitcase. This one is white and viscous. His eyes follow the label reading the words, creamy, and, life-like.

Danny looks at Josh, his cheeks even redder than before,” Is this cum lube?”

Bashfully he hides his face into the crook of Danny's arm, burying his face into his armpit,”Yes.”

Danny gently guides Josh's head up to make him look at him,” I've heard of it, but I've never used it before. You like it? It's halfway gone through.”

Finding his confidence, his voice sounds more steady,” I do. It feels nice, I think it feels nicer…. Once it gets warm it does feel pretty real.”

Danny wordlessly flips the cap, and rolls onto his back. He drips some onto his tip, letting it roll down his length. He can hear Josh's breath hitch, the visual sending him spiraling. The lube makes it appear that he's already came, spilling down himself. “You like the way it looks, Josh?” Danny teases, knowing Josh hasn’t been able to pry his eyes away from the sight even once.

“Fuck yes.” Josh answers, taking Danny’s throbbing length in his hand, spreading the creamy substance all over. “More than I thought I would, if I’m honest.” He chuckles. Danny gently moves Josh’s hand aside and dribbles a little more lube down his shaft before taking both their leaking cocks in hand, stroking them together. Josh leans down, pressing his forehead against Danny’s while his hips buck into Danny’s grip.

“You feel so fucking good.” Danny moans, lips assaulting Josh’s jaw and neck with kisses and bites. Josh moans out his agreement, lost in the delicious feeling of Danny’s hands and lips all over him. All of his senses are taken over- Danny, Danny, Danny.

“So…” Danny mumbles between kisses to Josh’s heated skin, “do you wanna fuck, or get fucked? Because… I kinda wanna get fucked.”

“Yeah, you want to be fucked, Danny? I think I can handle that.” Josh pants out, breathless.

“Yeah.” Danny gasps as he squeezes his hand tighter around both of their lengths. “Please. I miss how you feel, filling me up…”

Josh’s eyes flutter closed at that, needing to gather himself for a moment. His big, strong friend underneath him, begging to be fucked was nearly enough to send him over the edge and he shivered.

“I felt you twitch, Josh. You wanna hear all about how I want you deep inside of me? Hitting every spot just right, making me feel so full. So big….”

Josh’s hips still completely and both his hands grip onto Danny’s still wrapped around both of them, his eyes begging Danny to stop, just give him a second.

Danny’s hand instantly retracts from between their bodies, instead moving to hold Josh’s waist. He leans up to press gentle kisses to Josh’s face, murmuring soft praises until he feels his body relax. “You’re okay”, “doing so well”, “you’re here, with me”.

Once Josh's body relaxed Danny pulls him closer,”How do you want me Josh?”

“Just relax Danny, I've gotta get you ready for me. What did you say so big?”

Danny spreads his legs apart, letting Josh settle on his stomach between them, “Yeah I did. Better get me nice and stretched out for yah.”

Josh clenches his jaw and grabs the bottle of lube from Danny's outstretched hand, he flips the cap and squirts some onto his fingers. With his clean hand he pushes Danny's leg up spreading him further. Josh slips his finger between Danny legs easily finding his entrance, gently swirling his middle finger around getting him used to the sensation. He nuzzles his face into the slightly fatty softness of his inner thigh, and he nudges his finger in slightly, letting Danny's body ease wrapping around him.

“Keep going… shouldn't take me too long.” Danny breathes shakily.

Josh sucks a mark onto Danny's thigh,” We don't need to rush anything, just relax and enjoy it.

Josh places a soft succession of kisses to the inside of Danny's thigh when he feels his velvet walls relax enough for him to push in further. After a few minutes of warming Josh's fingers he starts to curl them easing him open. He continues to push and pull, curling and flexing his fingers gradually adding them until he was full and stretched.

“Are you ready for me?” Josh whispers crawling up his body, his thumb moving to Danny’s plush, pink lips. He tugs lightly on Danny’s plump bottom lip, parting them just enough to slide the tip of his thumb between them. Danny nods, looking doe eyed up at Josh as he hollows his cheeks, sucking the digit further into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around it. Josh’s lips part watching Danny’s mouth work over his finger, a small sigh leaving his lips. Slowly Josh pulls his fingers out of Danny, kissing over his hips and tummy to distract him from the slight discomfort.

Finally he withdraws the digit from the warmth of Danny’s mouth and retrieves the bottle of lube again, coating his length liberally in the substance. He closes his eyes for a moment when his mind wanders, imagining that it��s Danny’s cum he’s working himself with. Danny’s eyes zero in on the sight, realizing he might be just as into the visual as Josh was.

“Inside me. Please.” Danny begs, almost in a whine.

“I’m getting there.” Josh giggles, one hand snaking between their bodies to line himself up with Danny’s entrance. Danny wiggles his hips, trying to will Josh to just fucking do it already.

“Kiss me.” Danny sighs, arms wrapping around Josh’s neck to pull him closer. Josh envelops Danny’s plush lips with his own, letting them move together in the way that always came so naturally to them.

Slowly Josh cants his hips forward, letting just the tip of his painfully hard cock slip inside of Danny, never breaking the kiss. Blindly he grabs for the discarded bottle of lube, popping the cap open and letting a little bit dribble down where their bodies are connected, the visual sending him reeling. He stares at the scene before him, completely fixated on his length halfway inside of him, his voice coming out in a moan,” God Danny, you should see this.”

Josh looks up to meet Danny's eyes,” Take a picture.”

Josh quickly shakes his head stunned,”... W-what?”

Danny twists his body leaning over to the side table, snatching his phone and unlocking it handing it to Josh.

“Take a picture, I want to see. I trust you Josh.”

Opening the camera app with shaky hands he zeros in the vulgar scene before him, snapping a picture,” You better send that to me.”

He turns the phone around so Danny could see for himself. His hard leaking cock jumping was telling enough, he liked what he saw.

As Danny reaches for his phone to set aside Josh quickly snatches it back, sending the picture to himself before handing it back to Daniel.

Slowly Josh begins to rock his hips in and out, easing himself into the hilt and back out again. He plants his hands onto Danny's hips anchoring himself to him. Breathless moans and whispers of praise fill the room as he steadily fucks himself into his friend. A droplet of sweat drips from the tip of Josh's nose, settling into Danny's belly button. Instinctually Josh follows the drop, dipping his tongue into the orifice savoring the taste of the salty liquid on his tongue mixed with the taste of Danny's skin.

“Josh…” Danny moans out, legs wrapping around Josh’s waist pulling him impossibly closer. Josh makes sure he has Danny’s eyes on him before delivering a sharp thrust, angling his hips just right to hit that special spot inside of him. He watches the way Danny’s features twist in absolute bliss, brows furrowing as a loud cry rips from his chest.

“Right there, huh?” Josh grunts, jaw clenching as he focuses all his attention on driving into that sweet spot and keeping those beautiful sounds pouring from Danny’s mouth.

“That's it. Feel it. Feel me. Feels so good, you're being so good for me,” Josh pants out.

“Getting close-” Danny chokes out, and his hand snakes down to wrap around his heated neglected cock. Quickly Josh swats his hand away wrapping his own long fingers around him. Danny whines out loudly once he receives the touch he's been aching for.

“Faster, jerk me faster. Fuck I'm so close,” Josh complies, gripping him tighter within his fist pumping him ever faster. Josh's mouth hangs slack as he works Danny to the proverbial ledge, he watches as his stomach muscles twitch, his tip flushed red oozing even more precum out over his fingers, and Danny's legs pull his hips even tighter. He can barely thrust, he just punishingly rocks his hips into the spot that makes Danny see stars.

With a cry Danny releases, hot spurts of his cum splattering across Josh's abdomen. Josh shivers at the heat blanketing his sweat cooled skin on his stomach and praises him,” There it is. That's my good boy. Give me all you've got.”

Danny thrashes his head against the white pillow, his dark curls contrasting beautifully,”Fuck! Are you close? God - please cum Josh- I'm so fucking sensitive!”

Danny's back arches as he tries to maneuver away from the overwhelming sense as Josh pounds into him,” You can take it Danny. I'm getting there..Fuck beg for it again!”

Danny whines again,” Please! Please cum! I need it, wanna feel it hot against my skin. Please please please cum for me!’

He thrusts wildly, trying desperately to meet his end,” Clench around me or something, fuck I need a little more.” Josh rasps, his voice sounding wrecked.

A high pitched cry rips from Danny's chest, and his hand flies to meet his overstimulated cock, jerking himself once again as a second load spills out over his fingers.

The visual is what sends Josh over the edge, he pulls out, frantically tugging on himself as he spills his own cum, painting the dark hair of Danny's happy trail white. Chest heaving, Josh takes a moment to appreciate the stark contrast of the pearlescent trail against the dark patch of hair leading away from Danny’s navel.

Catching Danny’s eye, he points his chin toward Danny’s phone still sitting forgotten on the nightstand, eyebrows raising in question. “Yeah, fuck yeah.” Danny nods, his gaze landing on the mess the two of them have made together, all over their torsos. He wants to see it from Josh’s point of view as much as he wants to have that picture to look back on later when he’s feeling particularly needy.

Danny unlocks his phone once more, passing it off to Josh to take a picture. He snaps several different photos at different angles, then he runs the fingers of his free hand through the patch of hair still coated with their combined release, effectively smearing it all around Danny’s abdomen. “Paint me like one of your French girls, Joshy.” Danny giggles as Josh snaps a few more photos of his handiwork.

“Shut up.” Josh cackles. “You just look… really good like this, I wanna remember it.”

“Look at me.” Danny demands, waiting for Josh to look him in the eyes. “This wasn’t the first time and it definitely won’t be the last. But I’m glad we have those pictures, that’ll be… really nice to have.”

Josh’s cheeks flush a little more and he giggles, “yeah, I’ll definitely be looking back at those.” He climbs out of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, dampening a washcloth with warm water and coming back to gently clean Danny up.

Once they’re both cleaned off, Josh lays back on the bed, curling up into Danny’s side while Danny lays on his back. “Will you stay?” He asks a little shyly.

“Where would I go?” Danny asks, wrapping his arms around Josh and tugging him closer. He kisses the top of Josh’s head, then his forehead when Josh tilts his head up to look at him with pure adoration in his eyes. “What?” Danny whispers, cheeks blushing under Josh’s gaze.

“Nothin’, just really love you.”Josh answers honestly, leaning up to connect their lips in a soft kiss.

Danny tucks Josh’s head into his neck, holding him close and gently trailing his fingertips over Josh’s soft skin leaving goosebumps in his wake, “I love you too Josh.”

Josh mutters his voice soft,”Not ready to go to sleep yet, can we watch tv and snuggle?”

Danny yawns rolling onto his back bringing Josh with him, he reaches for the remote on the side table as Josh nestles in. He presses his body flush against Danny's side, resting his head on his chest.

Danny dips his head down, kissing his hairline,”What do you wanna watch?”

“Mmm whatever”

Danny smiles knowing when Josh doesn't have an opinion on what to watch means he in fact is tired. He just wanted to snuggle and that made Danny's heart swell. Josh pulls the covers up over their bodies, his hand settling on Danny's stomach. His warm palm slides down lower, his fingers dancing in the soft hair on his lower stomach. As the tv droned on his fingers stopped and his breathing grew deep and steady. Josh was fast asleep on Danny's chest, soon enough his own eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off to dreamland too.

[katuschka]

A Rollercoaster Ride with Tom&Jerry

Josh Kiszka x male OC (1st person narrative) 8.014 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere. Warnings: intense and confusing emotions; swear words; both verbal and physical fights; oral sex; anal sex (surprise, surprise, it's about two guys); toys; choking&gagging&some spanking; BDSM; ...so you see, it's not for everyone. This is basically a story about finding and re-establishing mutual trust. It involves conflict. Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned. So if you have any doubts that you're gonna be able to handle it, proceed with caution. Big thanks goes to: 1. @edgingthedarkness for making an illustrative short video (you're gonna find it inside the story below) that should make the whole experience even juicier! 2. all my beta-readers and cheerleaders, especially @writingcold, @edgingthedarkness, @its-interesting-van-kleep and @thewritingbeforesunrise. Cheers, guys.

I've got some things to say 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow (P!nk)

“You’re awfully quiet tonight. What’s going on?” 

I sighed. Yeah, no shit. There was actually so much I wanted to say to him ever since the show ended, I just couldn’t figure out how to do that without sounding like a jealous little girl. My mind was absolutely racing and when that happens, the connection between my brain and my mouth just gets cut off completely. It’s a serious condition, really. Commonly known as “sulking.” 

I often accompany him on tour, but I try to avoid live shows. I have my reasons. Hundreds of them. I agreed to be there for the last few concerts, which I now deeply regretted. 

It had been a really busy and eventful week; me, myself and I getting increasingly irritated – by everything, but mostly him – as the days went by, and tonight’s events felt like the last straw. Part of me wanted to be finally alone with him, and another part just wanted to be alone. So, as a result, I just tried to avoid him. I had kept to myself while watching him down his beer as the band enjoyed their aftershow high back in the green room. No one else seemed to pay attention to me, and for that I was glad. Now we were sitting in a car on our way back to the hotel room, and the confrontation that I’d tried to avoid seemed inevitable. 

As much as I pretended to be interested in the night scenery behind the window, it was impossible to ignore him any longer. Sadly, it was equally impossible to pretend that everything was ok and the idea that we could resolve it soon seemed pretty absurd. He was still in his stage outfit, bare chest in full display, absentmindedly scratching the skin right below his left nipple. Much to my dismay, he smelled divine, too. Warm and musky from the exertion, still with a faint hint of vanilla and cedar. AND he was obviously completely clueless. 

“You know Josh, you make it really hard sometimes...” 

Well, shit. I realized what I just did even before I finished the sentence. The instant smirk on his face told me that it was a really bad word choice and I regretted it immediately. I really wished that he would take it seriously this time. But he was still exhilarated and unnaturally restless, even to his standards. He literally couldn’t sit still, fidgeting in his seat, rapping his knuckles on a windowsill, giggling at nothing in particular…and I’d swear I even heard a moan when the car accidentally hit a curb. If I didn’t know him, I would say that he was high, but I knew he would never do that while performing. 

“Yeah, I often do, don’t I darling.” He turned to me and pouted playfully, his chin resting on his fist. “...but you’re never quiet when that happens, so why don’t you tell me what’s bugging you.” He was looking at me now, the lower lip between his teeth again, eyelids half closed. Cheeky bastard. 

What I really meant was – and he just proved my point again, by the way – that it was hard to keep the conversation serious when he was like that. And he was like that most of the fucking time. Everyone loved him for it, and that was the problem, because he just didn’t hesitate to love them all back. Not only was this his nature, but what is more, he was required to do that. A people pleaser, an entertainer…I was no longer pleased, nor entertained, though. 

I knew what I signed up for when we started seeing each other. Granted, I didn’t know who he was – or what he was – when we first met in that rally more than three years ago. He was just a beautiful boy with the eyes of a winking doll and a golden halo bouncing around his head. In a crowd of other nameless, faceless and anonymous people, he exuded blinding light. Am I too sentimental? If you were there, you’d surely understand. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. After staring at him for at least fifteen minutes, I dared to lift my camera up to take a picture just as the wind blew a few disheveled locks into his face. He immediately noticed. His brows furrowed and his eyes squinted at me, but they were warm and I could tell he was smiling behind his mask, even though apprehensively. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” “Why did you do that?” If I had thought that it couldn’t get any worse, I was sorely mistaken. The sultry voice that came from behind that black piece of cloth didn’t match his overall appearance. It made my dick twitch though, and I had to hear it again, so I decided to come clear about it, because he was already turning away again, not really interested in my answer. As if having his pictures taken was something that happened everyday. Yeah, as if. But…

Believe it or not, I just told him I thought he was beautiful. Right there on that street. I don’t normally do shit like that. To this day, I still don’t understand what got into me. It was blunt and impudent and no doubt a bit weird, and I expected him to tell me to fuck off. 

But instead, he blushed. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” 

I wasn’t sure if it was genuine or if he was just playing along. Or even mocking me. But I had to seize the opportunity by the hair. “I’m Tom.” What else to say, right?

“Josh.”

That’s it. That’s how Tom met Josh. We talked a lot that day. He was cute and funny and I just couldn’t get enough of that voice, which is never a good sign. You shouldn’t let yourself get addicted to people. It’s dangerous and he was very addictive. Later that day, when we left the crowd behind and he put the mask down to reveal his full, rosy lips, I should have run. But I didn’t. I let him use those lips to chain me to him just as they enveloped my dick.

Since then, there was not one single day when I wouldn’t think about that mouth. It only got worse when that sleepy pout became the first thing I saw almost every time I opened my eyes in the morning during that summer. Our relationship started as a strictly sexual one, not because we wanted it that way, but simply because arousal and excitement came first, and there was nothing else to do. We skipped dating and dived head first in the sheets. The world had slowed down, the future looked hazy, and we were just bored. OK, I admit, I was bored. His life wasn’t boring at all. Not even then. I got sucked into it pretty soon (pun absolutely intended). He made me fall for him before we even realized what was happening, and it was brutally intense. And it was also mutual. 

I soon learned what it really meant to be part of that world. Our secret summer of love ended and reality hit. I went completely offline, partly because I was not interested in being hunted down by hysterical chicks, but mostly because he didn’t want them to know. You know what I mean. I didn’t really care that much myself, but I also understood. 

If you’re into traveling, and if you ever followed @tomontheroad on Instagram and wondered why it just vanished one day, wonder no more. Yes, it was me. You probably didn’t even notice though, because in late 2020, it had already been dead for months anyway. 

That’s just how it was. To keep the life we shared safe, I became an invisible nobody, which made it almost impossible for me to do my job, but I somehow managed. Meanwhile, he was there in the spotlight, adored by thousands, making their pussies and dreams wet. I was never to be seen. I agreed to all that, gladly, even though it was gradually getting worse. They started touring again, and that was when I saw his full potential, wrapped in velvet. He was their Pied Piper, playing his flute just as he played his vocals. I still didn’t mind. It was all worth it. I thought it was, at least. As soon as we closed the doors behind us, a brand new universe opened before me. Behind the closed doors, I was a traveler again, a tireless explorer. Every inch and every curve of his body was a land full of miracles and pleasures. A wondrous landscape. Every valley, a new home for me. Every peak, a place that revealed brand new horizons. Who needed tropical white sands when his warm skin was the perfect place to lay your head, the sound of his heart more calming than the humming of sea waves. I simply loved him. 

I learned to live with the fact that I had a boyfriend that hundreds of people wanted to fuck, but it was me who actually did. They were mere voyeurs, standing outside the shopping window, ogling hungrily all the delicious desserts on display, which only I had the privilege to taste. I kept telling myself that I was the lucky one. 

And you know what? That’s complete and utter bullshit. I keep doing this to myself. Lying to myself. I hadn’t learned to live with it at all. Granted, we had these conversations before, and all of them ended with me telling him it was fine. Everything was fine. I spent nearly two fucking years trying to convince myself that I was completely ok with all of this and just this evening I realized how much it was really bothering me. 

Today he crossed the fucking line. The feeling that lurked somewhere in the back of my mind now reared its ugly head and I felt like I reached my limits. 

I said I was there for the show. I actually never really get to see it, because I myself can’t be seen. It had been months since I last watched their concert and this past week I just waited for him in the green room. But tonight he insisted that I be there. I finally agreed, even though it really meant just lurking by the side, under the stage level with the staff, watching what was going on onstage on the monitor with Steve who’s in charge of big screens. 

The camera loved him. And he loved it back, losing himself in the moment as he got high on the music they made. The audience was losing it too, screaming in frenzy because he made them feral. It all looked just like one big orgy. I had seen it many times before, that’s why I didn’t really want to be there, but I still couldn’t get my eyes off that screen. I was very familiar with all those faces he made. I had heard those moans before, I had watched him arch his back just like that before, the way he bit his lip, how his brows furrowed… I could tell he got bolder with it over time. I was mesmerized, but there was one big problem. The whole arena was watching this with me now, equally enchanted, but he was interacting with them and I felt unwelcome. I had seen some pictures, watched two or three shorts, but nothing could prepare me for this. 

He ran down the stage a few times that evening, waved at me the first time, blew me a kiss a moment later, but as the evening progressed, I suddenly felt like losing him. It was an unwelcome surge of panic and just when I thought I got it under control, he ran past me and the next thing I saw on the screen was him right at the barricade, letting himself be hugged and groped by all those random people. I had enough. I couldn’t breathe. I excused myself and ran to the green room to pour myself a generous amount of whiskey. 

Fast forward back to where we were, in the car on our way back to the hotel. “Not here,” I retorted. “Later.” The rest of the ride was tense. He kept looking sideways at me, I kept being extremely absorbed in examining the hem of my shirt. As soon as the door of our shared apartment closed behind us, he confronted me. 

“So, we’re here. Care to explain why you’ve been behaving like such an insufferable bitch tonight?”

“Oh that’s rich, Joshua. By all means feel free to make it aaaall about my behavior again. Nothing wrong with you acting like an insolent and inconsiderate slut!” 

“Inconsiderate…” He looked as if I just punched him. 

“Yes!” I hissed, “inconsiderate! You know, it’s funny how you find this worth reacting…but not the fact that I just called you a slut.”

He just laughed and shook his head in disbelief as he headed straight to the minibar to pour  himself a drink. “Well,” he trilled, “you didn’t shake the bitch allegations either, my love. At least I’m fun to be around.” 

I just huffed and went towards the balcony to open the glass door. I really needed some fresh air. “Yeah, I’m not amused. But you don’t seem to mind. You were having a really good time there, with their hideous, overlong nails scratching your tits. Or when you were moaning into the microphone, almost pretending that you were fucking them all.” With that, I collapsed on the couch. 

“So what do you want me to do to amuse you? You want me to fuck you? Let’s fuck in earnest, no pretending.  Will that make it better? Do you want me to show you what and who I’m REALLY thinking about when their nails scratch my skin?”

“No Josh, you fucking me wouldn’t really sort out anything I’m afraid, because right now I feel like you’re fucking with me all the fucking time. I want to claim you, because I love the way you’re looking at me when I’m deep inside you and when you have to bite your lower lip just to stop it from quivering, you know. Not only because I really, really love that sight, but also because only then I feel like I’m the only person on your radar. And that’s what I need now.”

He watched me avidly, with his head slightly tilted and his expression almost unreadable, except for the obvious arousal that was silently flowing through his whole body, and I swear you could see it glimmering behind his pupils. I definitely could see it in his tight pants. I would lie if I said that I wasn’t aroused. Truth be told, I needed to fuck him, badly. We could continue bitching about each other’s behavior later. For now, angry fuck would do…

He put his glass down and slowly took off his sun jacket, all without breaking eye contact. It was like watching him in slow motion, when he palmed his hardening dick through the white satin, squeezed it briefly and then stroked it gently a few times. He loved this. He was a born entertainer, always ready to please the audience. I couldn’t help but admire the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. I was his audience now, and I had to admit to myself that this was a completely different show. 

“Ok, that’s convenient, because I’d really love you to finish what I started.” 

I had no clue what he was talking about and watched him – flabbergasted – as he turned around, pulled his pants down and bent over to unfasten the cuffs around his ankles. That’s when I saw it. A little sparkly gem between his buttcheeks. I recognised the tiny steel buttplug with a faceted stone immediately, even though we hadn’t used it much. I gave it to him for Christmas, and later he joked that it really fit the Starcatcher aesthetics, so maybe he should wear it with the rest of his jewelry, but I didn’t really expect him to actually do it!

“Josh…did you have it in for the whole show?” I tried to keep it cool, but the words only came out as a breathy whisper. He only chuckled and stretched like a cat to relieve his stiff muscles. He was still acting, completely naked now, exaggerating every move just to torture me. 

“No, darling. I wanted to, but they would have seen it under the jumpsuit. It’s quite tight, isn’t it. No, I put it in for es-tee-tee. Colors, gems and trim, darling. Now, let’s take a shower first. And close your mouth, or else I’ll fill it.” And with that he strutted into the bathroom without even waiting for me, shaking that tiny bejeweled ass just for the show. He knew that I would follow. He already had me in his grasp, metaphorically speaking. 

We often showered together. That was our personal habit, both at home or when I accompanied him on his travels. It was always our sweet moment of seclusion in his otherwise busy schedule. Very intimate, but not always blatantly sexual. Of course, sometimes it WAS blatantly sexual, but oftentimes we just talked a lot, kissed a lot, washed each other’s hair, just took care of each other. Just tracing my fingers down his spine was enough to help me forget about the gloomy world beyond our walls. Not to mention being inside his walls, but I digress…

I took my time. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of following him like a pet dog, so I stripped slowly, took a few more sips of my drink and walked indolently into the bathroom. Just for the show. I expected him to wait for me by the counter, but he didn’t. He was already in the shower, steam already filling the room. I slid the glass door open and started. He was standing there, right under the stream, facing the door, his eyes boring into me. He was quite a sight, too. Not having bothered with the stage makeup, the streaks of smudged eyeliner were now running down his cheeks, over the remaining rhinestones. Wet hair already flattened and pulled back. This was intentional. He was still provoking me. 

We just observed each other warily before he broke the silence and asked me nonchalantly if I could just wash his back. I gestured to him to turn around and did as he asked. I poured the vanilla-scented body wash in my hands and soaped his body with it, just like I always did. And just like he always did, he started talking about the events of the day. Some tiktok video they filmed after the soundcheck that I didn’t care about. 

His tone was completely casual, in spite of the fact that I held his balls firmly in my hand, gently massaging them with my soap-covered hand. I let my other hand travel slowly down his left buttcheek towards that little surprise he had there for me previously. 

“So tell me, Josh. Why this?” 

I watched him smile at the question. His previous restlessness suddenly made perfect sense. The whole time I was sulking and worrying about us, about his behavior and his intentions, he was just getting himself off. I took the bejeweled plug in my fingers and twisted it gently. He arched his back and moaned softly. I just loved listening to him. His lovely mouth could elicit the most delicious high-pitched whimpers. So I did it again. This time, his head landed on my shoulder, exposing his neck to me. I let my nose brush against my favorite place right under his earlobe. This was dangerous territory. Everytime I let myself wander through the smooth valleys of his lithe body, I was close to losing my mind, and he knew it. He was narcotic. Normally, it just meant that earth-shattering sex would follow, but I needed to stay focused, because I had to resolve this first: “Fucking tell me, Josh,” I hissed.

“I…I like to keep myself perked up, my love. I can’t go onstage…oh, yes, thee-e-e-ere…I can’t go onstage drunk, or high…dammit…that would, aaah would be unprofessional, yeah?” He chuckled.  “So I just keep myself turned-on instead. It’s good for the show.”

“For the show, eh? You’re a liar.”

“No…no-ah, I’m not lying, dear. I keep myself turned on…and when I feel the rhythm in my bones and when I let the… the melody soar through my veins, I imagine your dick inside me. Or your fingers. Aaaall because they lo-oooh-love seeing me like that. So you see, it’s good for the show. They can feel it. Our love. Just…genuine…love. The feeling is omnipresent…and I want to share it.”

The insolence! “You see Josh, that’s the problem,” I whispered while my teeth grazed his jugular, “I don’t want to share it.”

With that, he turned around and kissed me gently, letting the tip of his tongue just brush against mine. With his left hand stroking the nape of my neck, his right palm slowly wandered down my torso, fingertips lightly grazing my left nipple, and further down, until he had me in his grasp, now literally speaking. I fell under his spell again, utterly and completely, and I no longer wanted to fight it. I had to remind myself that tonight was supposed to be my night, that I was supposed to be in control, but I was slowly losing it anyway. He sensed it, and generously put me back on track, while still jerking me off. 

“Honey, this is us. This is just us. I share the miracle, you see? That’s my job. But you don’t share me with anyone. You own me!” 

Oh yeah, that worked. His words felt like a detonator. Perhaps more than he had intended them to. I’m sure they were partly meant to soothe me, but something really snapped in me and all those pent-up emotions suddenly begged to be released. I lost all my remaining mental clarity and acted upon it without really thinking. I pushed him against the wall and firmly wrapped my hand around his throat. His head hit the tiles with a dull thud and even though my own actions took me by surprise and I saw a brief flicker of panic in his eyes, I couldn’t stop. I kept him pinned to the wall with my thigh pushing his legs apart. He belonged to me, and I needed him to understand it.

I’m not the world’s strongest man, but I’m bigger than him. Three inches taller, and I could overpower him without much difficulty. That’s why I had always been rather gentle with him, even though he’s a hotheaded bastard and always fights back like a mad chihuahua. Not this time. He just watched me with those doe-like eyes and his mouth slightly ajar, while his hands just rested on my chest. I barely felt the touch. He was a meek lamb, a rag doll, but his face told me a different story. I could see his previously bewildered expression transform into a defiant one. He tilted his chin up, nostrils flared. He was daring me, breathing heavily and waiting for my next move.  

“Damn right I do! Fuck, you’re mine,” I growled and tightened my grip on his neck, while my other hand kneaded his left buttock.  

He whimpered and I recognized the sound. I’d heard it many times before. Everytime I pounded into him with feral force, when I pulled his hair, or when I smacked his ass, because that was the only part of his body I ever dared to leave a mark on. 

“You like this, you little fucker.”

He closed his eyes, breathing raggedly through his nose. I could feel his semi spring up and twitch against my thigh. I could tell just by his fingertips now clawing at my chest that he really did. But I needed to hear it. 

“Answer me!” 

“Yeah,” he finally breathed out and our eyes met again. 

We were both very sensual people, but never overly violent with each other. It’s not that the idea never crossed my mind, because I really like rough fuck. Sue me. I’d had my fair share of “tough love” during the time spent with my previous lovers. Truth be told, he was often pushing my buttons, and it took all my willpower not to act. All smiles and sunshine on the outside, he could be an insufferable brat sometimes. I just always had to remind myself that I couldn’t leave a mark, even though his own nails frequently branded me with scratches. But that was it. It was part of the deal. I treated him like my pampered darling, even at times when I just had to shut him up with a gag… some occassional BD sans SM, that’s how we rolled. It just occurred to me that treating him like that might have been a mistake. I just had to make sure that he was really agreeing to this.

I let go of his neck and let my fingers travel up his jaw and into his wet hair, all without breaking eye contact. We were watching each other intently, trying to communicate without words, searching for clues. I cradled his head in my hands, my fingers massaging the back of his head. He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. 

“Does it hurt?” 

He shook his head silently. I placed a trail of short kisses up his neck until I reached his earlobe and nibbled on it gently. I felt him pull me closer to him as he pressed his fingertips convulsively into the flesh on my hips until it almost hurt.

“Are you ok?” I whispered in his ear. He nodded and rubbed his nose against my cheek. A brief moment of tenderness was exactly what we both needed to reassess our position. Now it was the time to remind him of his role…

“Fine, on your knees!” I pushed him down, perhaps with not enough force, because it did not wipe that defiant look off his face, but I was well aware of the fact that he also still had that thing deep inside him. I was pumped, but not reckless. He was now kneeling right under the shower stream, small rivulets of water running down his face as he looked up at me, blinking. I had to take a deep breath not to cum just from the sight.  

“Open your mouth.”

…and he didn’t. Because he knew. That dastardly sneer of his is going to be the end of me one day, but I usually tolerate it. Not only because it’s hot as fuck, but also because it tells me he knows what I need. Or better yet, what he makes me need…and crave. I certainly hadn’t known that I needed my head to be treated like a lollypop until he taught me it was what I craved. Parting his lips ever so slightly, it just rested on them until he darted his tongue out into the slit, savoring every little drop of my precum. He had this habit of looking up at me when he was doing this, because he knew it was driving me crazy. 

So that’s what he was doing. Licking at my glans, watching me, daringly. I wasn’t having it. Enough of this game. I grabbed his head and buried my cock in the back of his throat. He gagged on it violently, darting his head backwards. I was still holding his head in both of my hands, though, and pushed him back, fucking his mouth in ferocious speed until he tapped on my thigh. Only then I released my grasp, watching him gasp for air. He looked up at me again, and whispered: “More.” 

And more he got. Oh god, that was so sexy, him literally begging me to choke him with my dick. I adjusted my pace, sliding in and out of those full, swollen lips. Grabbing my butt with both his hands, he urged me to go deeper, to fill him up, to obstruct his airway passage again. He tried to relax, letting my cock glide smoothly on his velvet tongue. I was getting close, dangerously close, but I wasn’t done with him yet. His mouth was perfect, but I needed more. 

Before I stopped, I grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pushed him down my shaft and held him there for a while, until I felt his throat contract and his body convulsed. Another gag, another gasp. I let go and tilted his chin up lightly with my index finger. The running water quickly washed away the thick strings of saliva and the tears, but he still looked a mess, exhausted and tamed. He was also very hard, his eyes not the only thing looking at me. He loved this. A wave of tenderness washed over me again. Damn, it was always like this with him. A real rollercoaster of feelings. 

“Come here, my filthy princess.” 

I grabbed him by the arms, pushed him up on his feet again and pulled him into a tight embrace. I felt his chest rise and fall against mine, deep breaths interspersed with intermittent, barely audible chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Not funny, just…exhilarating.” 

My good boy. He deserved a reward. I bowed down and ran a few circles around his hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue, because he loved that. You might think I’m too soft, but this is what makes the experience really intense. I was still pissed, and full of adrenaline, but it was all because I loved him so much, and I needed him to feel it all. I ran my fingers down his spine, scratching his skin with my nails, perhaps more than necessary. But it was necessary. With the actual words still stuck in my throat, the touch was my language now. He looked at me again with a sweet smile, the tip of his tongue grazing his upper lip.

“So…now that it’s settled and I promise to be good, are you going to do that thing, darling?”

“That thing” meant me sucking his dick with my fingers knuckles deep in his ass. “Yeah, baby, you’ve earned it,” I stroked his cheek with my right hand while the left one traveled down right between his asscheeks...”let’s pull this out, then?” He nodded and turned around, resting his elbows against the tiles. It was my turn to get down on my knees. Yeah, I hear you, not very dominant of me, but you need to understand that this man has got the most fabulous ass I’ve ever seen, and I swear I’m gonna kiss and bite and spread and lick it any time I get the opportunity to do so. 

I put some shower gel on my fingers and circled them around the plug. “Try to relax.”

“I know,” he spat impatiently through his teeth. That earned him a smack on his right buttock. Brat. I pulled the plug out gently, eliciting a long, breathy and relieved moan from him. I massaged the opening a bit, washing the rest of the soap out, before I grabbed him with both hands to spread him a bit more for me. What a glorious view. I buried my face in it and darted my tongue out. 

“Oh god,” he breathed out as I licked into him. 

The flowing water was starting to get on my nerves so I turned it off before I turned him around to face me. It was now my turn to taste his leaking tip. A few swift cat licks made him clutch at my shoulders tight and he almost lost his balance when I swallowed him whole. I reached behind him and gently pushed my middle finger inside him while my head bobbed up and down his dick. I pushed my finger deeper, curled it towards me and set a steady rhythm of my movements. 

His breath suddenly quickened and I could feel him pulsate on my tongue. It was a matter of mere seconds. No. I stopped, retreated abruptly and stood up. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he was gaping at me in disbelief. I just smiled at him maliciously. He thought he could play with me, so let’s make this a shared experience. 

“What the hell?!?” My plan worked perfectly. He practically shouted it at me. He was furious. Cute. 

“I haven’t come yet, so what on earth made you think that I would let YOU, “ I smirked.

“Fuck you!” he pushed me aside forcefully and stormed out of the shower, heading back into the bedroom. Dripping wet, he slipped on the floor and almost fell, which gave me more time to react. 

I ran after him. “Hey, where the fuck are yo…ouch!” The fucker slammed the bathroom door right in my face. I threw it open again with force, triyng to catch him. He was just by the bed when I reached out for his hair and yanked him back, making his back collide with my chest. “Ouch, that hurt, you bastard!” he yelled as he tried to break free from my grasp, squirming, but he stood no chance. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I hissed in his ear. 

“No…” Good. I pushed him face down on the bed, grabbed his wrists and held them firmly behind his back. I needed him to stay that way, so I searched the ground for something I could use. My eyes spotted a bathrobe that I tossed over the armchair earlier that day. Perfect. “Don’t move!” I got off him for a while to get what I needed. He looked over his shoulder, watching me as I pulled the belt out of the loops. He didn’t move, lying face down by the edge of the bed, ass up. My obedient baby.

I grabbed his wrists again and showed him the belt, making it obvious what I was going to do. “You ok with this?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

I nodded, tied his wrists behind his back and went searching for the lube. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not going to be gentle about it. If it becomes too much, or you just want me to stop, just say stop. Do you understand?

“Yes.” 

“Fine. Oh, here it is.” I squeezed a generous amount of the lube on my fingers and put two of them to his asshole, rubbing it in circles before I pushed them in slowly. He was already almost ready from before, but I needed him to relax a bit more. “Now listen, I will let you cum this time. No monkey business. But I want the same from you. If you wanna cum, you’re going to behave. You’re going to beg for it. Understand?” I added a third finger and he whimpered and bit his lip, huffing. I was getting impatient. “Do-you-under-stand!?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “yes, I understand. Fuck me please. I’ll behave.”

I withdrew, slapped his butt, rubbed the remaining lube all over my cock, positioned myself and… pushed in. I had to focus all of my self-control on not pushing all the way in. He was so tight and warm and inviting, and I was all worked-up. The whole situation was a bit overwhelming, to be honest, but I just couldn’t get enough of it at the same time. His quick and shallow breaths told me that he felt pretty much the same. After several languid thrusts during which we both somehow managed to regain our composure and I quickened my pace. I grabbed his bound wrists in one hand and held his head down with the other. The room was filled with our synched moans and the slapping sound of our flesh colliding. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I grabbed his ass and slammed into him with full force. He cried out and begged me for more. His profile was absolutely entrancing, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth wide open, his melodic whines in sync with my thrusts. I needed to see more of it, so I unbound his wrists, pulled out and turned him over. 

I grabbed his ankles instead and forced his legs up, before I buried myself in him again. My heart was beating wildly. I felt the poisonous cocktail of all the previously suppressed and boiling emotions fill my veins as the pleasure overcame my senses. “Look at me!” He watched me, bewildered, while I rammed into him, sweaty and almost out of breath. Suddenly all I could hear were my own labored grunts, while he just stared at me, wide-eyed and speechless. 

“Cat got your tongue, hm? Always so…eloquent…with…them all…but not one…spare word…for your dirty little secret!” 

Adrenaline running in my veins, I continued pounding into him and almost missed the sudden shift in his mood and movements. 

“Tom…”

It was barely a whisper at first, but soon he became more and more agitated. “Tom…Tom, please. TOM! Hold on…stop…”

His face twisted in clear discomfort and his hands were clawing at my chest. I pulled out carefully. “What happened Josh? Did I hurt you?”

“No…no, m’fine. S’just a bit overwhelming, is all,” he mumbled. “Can you kiss me?”

I let his legs slide down my shoulders, leaned down and softly brushed my lips with his. I was confused, but also desperate to make this better, whatever it was. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and tried to make him look at me, but his eyes scanned the ceiling erratically and he blinked several times as he obviously tried to fight back the tears. But I could see that his eyes were already red. Now it was my turn to start panicking. Was he afraid of me? “Josh! Josh, honey, please, look at me. Are you hurt?” He shook his head and sobbed. Then his eyes finally met mine: “No, I’m alright. It’s just…please, don’t hate me Tom. I can’t stand you hating me. I was just trying to protect you.” 

The realization that hit him a minute ago now backfired back to me. And just like that my heart shattered into millions of microscopic pieces. I searched his face for more answers, those big, tearful eyes staring back at me. I stroked his hair tentatively. All the previous tension and anger dissolved and he was my sunshine boy again, but these were mere pale winter beams, and it was my fault, and the realization chilled me to my bones. He was weeping silently under me, obscured by my clouds. 

I moved slowly from between his legs and pulled him up into my embrace. He was reluctant at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around me. We just sat there for a while, cradling each other.  “I could never…,” I whispered against the damp skin right above his collarbone. “I’m just a terrible, jealous guy.”

“No, I made you jealous. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t realize…”

He couldn’t have. He’s the one who always lets his feelings pour out of him. I’ve always struggled with this. Not that I didn’t want to tell what was bothering me, I just couldn’t translate the whirlwind of my thoughts into coherent sentences. Just tell me what’s wrong, Tom. My previous lovers often lost patience with me. They always thought I didn’t want to talk and then our arguments ended with them giving up on me. Not him. He tried to make me laugh, he tried to make me yell, he tried to seduce me and he let me take all of him. I held him tight. I couldn’t let go. I was on the verge of tears, but it was him who needed comfort. I just hoped that I could give it to him. It was him who finally broke the silence. 

“Tom…” It was barely a whisper. 

“Yes?”

“I just hope you know I love you.” 

I finally loosened the embrace to look at him. My mouth was dry and my throat felt constricted, but I somehow managed to force out at least a weak “I do.” But that wasn’t enough. I knew I needed to say more: “…yes, baby, you’ve been telling me…I’m sorry,” I croaked. He took a deep breath and continued. 

“But hearing is not the same as feeling it…and,” he cleared his throat,”...and sometimes I need to feel it too. Sometimes it feels like you’re not even present. In your secret hiding place behind a thick wall and I just can’t get in!”

I buried my face in my hands. I needed a minute to process the evening’s events. “So, you seek it elsewhere?” I regretted those words almost instantly, but at least I finally forced myself to speak. 

“What do you mean? God, no!”

“No, not like that. I mean all those people, the plug. You didn’t really expl…” 

“I already told you! I wanted to share what we have.”

“By letting them touch you…”

“Cut it already!” He slapped the mattress, furious once again. “Yes, maybe you’re right…to a certain extent,” he spat out at me. “Yes, I let them touch me. I share a lot with people. It’s fulfilling and it feels natural. But it’s a different kind of love. And they understand. They didn’t grab at me, no one tried to pull me in. I share a lot with them but I don’t belong to them. But I agree with you that it's very personal. I thought about doing that for quite a while, but couldn’t find the courage to do so…unless I felt you there with me. I do miss you there. Sometimes I just miss you… anyway, about the plug…I guess today felt like a perfect day to try it. Please just tell me you understand, because I’m getting really sick of this.”

The plug was a gift from me, so yeah, I understood…kind of. Touch is important to him. But... “But why today?”

“Oh Tom,” he was tearful again. “Oh, fuck you. Really. It’s exactly three years since the day you first told me that you loved me.”

I just stared at him for a while, speechless. Then I finally lost it and started crying. “I’m a terrible person.” I felt like shit, I treated him like shit and really deserved to get a taste of my own medicine, in one way or another. But Josh is not like that. He doesn’t do that. And so it was now his turn to hug me, even though I tried to back away at first. But he’s stubborn, too. “You know, Tom, I felt it today. Among other things…”

“Forgive me.”

“Nothing to forgive. I understand.”

“No, you don’t... Listen Josh, I don’t need you to protect me. If anything, it should be the other way round. But I do need to feel like I belong in your life. I…I’m not sure I could continue like this.” 

Here, I finally said that. I had been afraid to utter those words aloud, because I knew they were dangerous. I expected another argument to follow, and maybe it would be the last one this time. But he only sighed and I felt him nod lightly against my shoulder. “I guess we need to make some inevitable changes then.”

I knew what he meant, but this was not just about me. And it was not just me who he’d been trying to protect. Himself, too, but also others in a way…

“Are you ready to make those changes?”

“I guess so…” 

We looked each other in the eye once more, trying to communicate the rest. At last I stood up and offered him my hand. “Come on, let me fix you a nice, hot bath.”

“No.” He took it but didn’t move. Instead, he tried to pull me back to bed. 

“No?” “No Tom, come back here, please. Make love to me.” 

He was sooo good at playing with my heartstrings. He really wanted me. He still trusted me. And from the look on his face, he needed me. I climbed back to him, took his face in my hands and kissed it. I traced my parted lips across his cheek and down to his jaw. He was like the oxygen I needed in order to stay alive and I was breathing him in. I continued upwards until our lips finally locked together. It was the first genuine kiss we shared that evening. 

How…?

“Spoon me.” As he lay down, I retrieved the previously discarded tube from the floor, lubed my fingers and cock once again and snuggled behind him. I didn’t rush it, and repeated the process once more that evening. I was nothing but tender this time, but he thought otherwise. He took my hand that was stroking his bare chest, placed it on his neck and tilted his head back. “Choke me.”

“Josh, I…you…” “Shhh, just do it. Please.” And I did. I wrapped my fingers around his throat and pulled him firmly back towards me. It wasn’t harsh. He let himself be completely vulnerable with me and I wanted to cherish it. I just rested my hand there, holding him firmly, but not with too much pressure. I could feel his pulse beating against my palm, every intake of breath. This was different than before. A moment of raw intimacy. He arched his back and reached behind to grab the back of my head. He knows I like that. I rewarded him with slow and deep thrusts, just how he loves it. He was moaning melodically to the rhythm, singing a secret song just for me now, and we rocked in tandem slowly, meeting each other halfway. Nothing else was necessary, this was everything. 

I took control again soon. Quickening my pace, I thrusted into him with a frantic urge. Goosebumps appeared all over his skin, which told me that he was very close. He always got shivers when he was approaching orgasm while I fucked him. Almost as if he was feverish. “Maddening ecstasy” – those were his words with which he once described it. I could feel him tense and tighten around me and rolled my hips once more to hit that perfect spot. “Oh my ggggnnnh Toooooohmmm….,” he let out a high pitched scream and came hard, his whole body convulsing. 

He was literally sobbing. I slowed my movements to a near stop and held his shivering body tight in my arms, waiting for his breathing to slow down. I was just about to pull out when he started moving again against me, urging me to continue, but I grabbed his hip and made him stop. He looked up at me, frowning. “What?” “Are you sure? It’s been a long night…” “No, Tom, don’t worry…come on, go on.”

I moved again tentatively, looking for any clue of his discomfort. He encouraged me again and I gradually resumed my pace. It didn’t take long. With a final groan, I buried my face in his hair, holding his now almost limp and exhausted body pressed to mine while I threshed about in an almost comical way, keeping him swaying in unison with me. We shifted a bit so that he was lying  on his belly now, me hovering above him. With the last few erratic thrusts I filled him up and we finally collapsed together into the pillows. 

We barely moved for at least another ten minutes, limbs still intertwined, eyes closed and our torsos literally glued together with sweat. Both of us simply wanted to prolong the moment, but I was slowly becoming aware of the world around us. We had left the glass door leading to the balcony open and the evening breeze finally pulled us back to reality. 

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“I think a few people might have overheard us.” “Uh huh…ok…good.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Love sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none (Florence and the Machine)

@writingcold @edgingthedarkness @its-interesting-van-kleep @thewritingbeforesunrise @lvnterninthenight @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @takenbythemadness @fleet-of-fiction

[thekirbishow]

Does anyone know of Gomez Addams fics that aren’t poly with him and Morticia?

[leviathanlazarus]

Pretty Baby

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: ~4500

Warnings: this is nothing but filthy PWP. I was just in the mood [slash, obviously; low-key sub!Jake & dom!Danny; dirty talking; oral sex; rimming; intercrural sex; light spanking, light choking]

18+ only <3 hope you enjoy!

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Jake looked up in awe at the expanse of smooth, golden skin before him, his eyes traveling up the length of Danny’s torso gleaming with a fine layer of sweat, to the face of his bandmate that was so ungodly beautiful that he was already going weak in the knees. Before he’d stripped his upper half of clothing, Danny had looked even more ungodly–straight up devilish, actually, because of the seductive red and black he’d been adorned in on stage, the glitter and jewels dripping down his body and shining under all the lights. Sometimes it was so hard to stay focused with so much distraction. Thankfully, Jake didn’t have to try so hard anymore. Danny was right there in front of him, guiding every thought and every movement.

Beginning with Jake’s mouth. Danny cupped his chin, fingers splayed over his jaw as he tipped his head up. Jake was already on his knees between Danny’s spread legs, and his heart thumped with gratitude at Danny slowing things down and beckoning him to slide back up for a kiss. 

“Mmm,” Danny hummed against his mouth, strong arms circling his shoulders and keeping Jake in place. Not that he wanted to be anywhere else anyway.

Jake hooked his fingers in Danny’s sweat-dampened curls, tilting his head to perfectly match his lips; his own cock was already swelling in his pants, even more when Danny fully hauled him onto his lap, bringing their groins together. Jake let a moan escape when he felt Danny’s hands gripping his ass–the hold was already strong enough to bruise, and Jake’s cock twitched between them at the mere thought of the imprint of Danny’s fingers being locked into his skin. 

Danny pressed a kiss to his jaw, then pressed an array along his neck. Jake sighed and closed his eyes, reveling in the gentle affection of Danny’s talented mouth like velvet and eager hands still squeezing his ass. They’d done this exact thing enough times yet it never lost any allure for Jake–he waited for it every night they played, his dick tormented by a shallow, perpetual ache while his world was filled with the thunder of Danny’s drums. Each beat brought him one step closer to getting what he wanted, and when the curtain finally fell for real and they could whisk themselves away and shut the door, Jake was reminded every single time that it was all he ever wanted. 

“You were such a show-off tonight,” Danny said softly, his breath warm in Jake’s ear. It was the first time he’d said anything at all since they got off stage, and hearing his voice again sent a tingle up Jake’s spine. 

Jake moaned softly as Danny kissed his throat, then clarified, “In a good way or a bad way?”

“It’s always good,” Danny said, tilting his head back to look up at him. His hands down below gave another squeeze, blunt nails digging into the fabric of Jake’s pants. “You just seemed like you wanted some extra attention tonight.”

That was true, but not just from the audience. Jake rolled his hips into Danny’s body and tried to lean in for another kiss, but Danny pulled back, then suddenly there was a sharp slap against his ass, making him let out a high-pitched, surprised yelp.

“Right?” Danny pressed, just barely managing to slide his fingers past Jake’s tight waistband to press his nails into bare flesh instead of his pants. 

The spot that Danny had slapped still stung, yet Jake still briefly considered feigning brattiness to get another one. But looking into Danny’s deep and beautiful eyes that sparkled with just the right amount of mischief, he knew that he’d ultimately get all that he wanted with pure honesty just the same. 

“You’re right,” Jake admitted freely, pressing his hands against Danny’s chest. His thumbs ran through the smattering of coarse chest hair, his sternum a little damp with residual sweat too. “I’d say it’s quite obvious now that I’m always trying to get your attention.” 

One corner of Danny’s mouth curved up slightly–just barely enough to notice. “You’ve got it now, Jakey.” The hand down the back of Jake’s pants slid up his back and into his tangled hair, teasingly tugging. “What are you gonna do?” 

“Worship you,” Jake answered without hesitation, sliding his hands up from Danny’s chest to his broad shoulders, snaking one around the back of his neck. He wanted to kiss those sinful lips again but Danny tugged his hair harder, making Jake’s neck crane back, pulling him away. 

“You are very good at that,” Danny affirmed, and the praise made the warm, aching desire coil even tighter in Jake’s belly. He tried to shake out of Danny’s grasp, but that only made the hand in his hair pull so taut that Jake’s shoulders cracked and he couldn’t even see Danny clearly anymore. Instead, he was forced to blink up at the ceiling–so dull and boring compared to the sight he was being denied. 

“A little impatient?” Danny asked, maintaining his grip in Jake’s hair as he gave another fierce squeeze to his ass.

“Just a little. We don’t have all night,” Jake said, finally wincing at the sting of his scalp and the unnatural, forced angle his head and neck were at. 

“We could. I could keep you here all night if I wanted,” Danny replied, and Jake still had no idea exactly when his drummer became so filthy with his words and actions, but thank god the change had come. Jake had looked and fantasized from a distance for so long–he’d just never expected Danny to be like this when the fantasy had finally become reality. 

Jake whimpered both from the discomfort and Danny’s next words, spoken low in his ear: “I could tell everyone about what a desperate slut you are. Think they’d believe me?” Danny’s hand on Jake’s ass moved around to his crotch, squeezing his junk–hard. It made him buck and gasp. 

“I don’t know,” Jake said, no longer feeling able to be very coherent. 

“Hmm,” Danny hummed. He got Jake’s fly undone but then brought his hand to his hip instead of taking his already bare cock like Jake wished he would. Danny leaned forward in the chair, pressing his lips to Jake’s strained neck: “Maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe they'd need to see you on your knees for me.”

It shouldn’t have turned Jake on, but it did. He wiggled in Danny’s lap while he clawed at his shoulders, trying to get more skin under his fingers, trying to get Danny to soften those words with his lips once more. Instead of obliging Jake’s thoughts, Danny suddenly shoved him right back down to the floor. 

Jake’s hands gripped Danny’s knees as his own were pressed down hard into the cold tile. He really was desperate, so desperate he almost asked why Danny had stopped touching him, but then he leaned back just a bit to watch as Danny pulled his pants down to the middle of his thighs. Jake inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of that long, thick, hard cock already leaking precum–not a new sight any longer but one that he never got tired of. His mouth was watering as if Danny was something to eat. 

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Danny asked, and it could have been a question laden with smugness but all Jake heard was genuine curiosity. As if he didn’t know. As if Jake needed to tell him every time that he had a big, beautiful dick that Jake wanted in his hand, his mouth, his ass, at every given opportunity. 

Jake nodded, then when he realized he was just gaping like an idiot while staring, he took a breath and said, “Always, Danny. Jesus fucking Christ. Look at you.” He shuffled forward, planting himself right between Danny’s legs again, and didn’t ask before he wrapped his hand around his cock.

Danny let his head fall back as he let out a sigh. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he said, voice all soft and sweet, when he met Jake’s gaze again. Just as quickly as those sweet words came out of his mouth, the next ones made Jake’s own cock throb and ache harder in his pants: “Now show me what you’re good for.” 

Jake knew just how Danny liked it. He started by drooling all the saliva from his ogling all over the head of Danny’s cock, using his hand to get his shaft wet and start jerking him off; while he was doing that, Jake bent down and flicked his tongue over Danny’s balls, teasing for a few seconds and listening to him moan softly before he sucked one right into his mouth.

Danny groaned so loud that anyone even near the door would have heard. Jake just kept on sucking and stroking, his hand making wet sounds as he jerked Danny off and the suction sounds from his mouth growing louder too. A hand shot down to first caress the hair at the crown of his head; when Jake prodded the tip of his tongue into Danny’s sack again, his hair was pulled and tugged, urging him along. 

Using Danny’s thighs as leverage, Jake pushed himself up so he could sink down onto his cock. It was always an uncomfortable stretch for his mouth at first, but somehow the challenge made it hotter–he relaxed his jaw as best he could while his hand gripped the base of Danny’s cock to keep him steady, flattened his tongue against the underside and swallowed as much as he could in one motion.

“Oh, fuck,” Danny let out, the curse word a long groan, while his fingertips scratched against Jake’s scalp. When Jake managed to look at him, Danny was staring right back, his cheeks all flushed and his eyes bright with what Jake surmised as both admiration and desire.

Jake hummed around his cock, a nonverbal question; Danny nodded as he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he bit his lip and tensed his thighs, then he said, “Yeah, just like that.” He brushed a strand of hair away from Jake’s forehead. “My pretty baby–so fucking pretty when you’ve got my cock in your mouth.” 

The dirty praise, as always, made Jake want to try harder. He braced both hands on Danny’s thighs again and swallowed even more, bringing his nose right into Danny’s pubic hair–it was a dangerous position, because then he felt both of Danny’s hands on top of his head, holding him there. 

Jake’s eyes quickly began to water just as the pressure in his chest rapidly built up. His lungs wanted him to breathe; his throat wanted him to get rid of the obstruction; but his heart wanted to prove to Danny that he could stay with that cock down his throat for as long as necessary. So he stayed, focusing on breathing through his nose and keeping his tongue as out of the way as possible. 

“Fuck yes, what a good boy,” Danny cooed, petting Jake’s hair. Jake’s eyes were closed in both concentration and to try and keep more tears from falling, only able to feel Danny shift in the chair. The hands on his head stayed but he was pushed back until his back was straight; Jake’s hands squeezed Danny’s quads in desperation, gagging thickly around his cock now, as he managed to blink tears away and look up at Danny standing in front of him. 

Danny wiped tears away from Jake’s cheek with his thumb. “Need a breather?”

He really did. But Jake shook his head, which made the head of Danny’s cock nudge the back of his throat with just the right amount of pressure to make him choke so badly that Danny took it upon himself to yank him off.

Jake gasped for breath as tendrils of thick saliva ran down his lips and chin, sliding down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt. He coughed and swallowed while he tried to swipe away the rest of the tears in the corners of his eyes; quickly, Jake was interrupted by Danny swiping the head of his cock over his spit-slick lips. 

“It’s a good thing you’re not singing tomorrow night,” Danny said, grabbing a fistful of Jake’s hair. Before he felt even halfway ready, Danny pulled him forward and slid his cock as far down Jake’s throat as he could, eliciting another ragged, wet gag. “I’m gonna wreck you, Jake.” 

He already felt pretty wrecked, but he’d willingly and eagerly keep going for Danny. Not that he had much of a choice–Danny was easily keeping him pinned to the ground and adhered to his dick, pushing Jake’s head down so far that he could only inhale the scent of sweat and musk from Danny’s pubes again. Jake clawed against Danny’s legs, both because it was nearly impossible to do much of anything, including breathe, and because as twisted as it was, he wanted more. He wasn’t even sure how much more he could take, but he’d take whatever Danny gave him without a fuss. 

And Danny gave him a lot. He started to fuck into Jake’s mouth, each thrust of his hips making him gag and choke so fiercely that Jake just had to resort to just letting his jaw drop as much as possible, foregoing any real suction or technique. Danny seemed to enjoy that just fine–rough moans and low curses rolled out of him as his cock slid back and forth over Jake’s tongue, his pace quickening and his hold tightening. Jake’s own dick was straining against his pants, the fly undone but his pants were still too tight around his lower body and prevented any freedom. He wouldn’t dare try to touch himself yet either, although he didn’t really have the ability to–his mind was hyper-focused on keeping himself upright and stable with his hands on Danny’s legs. He also couldn’t break away from the obscene yet stupidly hot wet, sloppy sounds his own throat and mouth were making and the deep moans and purrs of approval from Danny. 

Danny abruptly pulled himself out of Jake’s mouth; Jake coughed again and went to wipe the mess of saliva away from his chin, but Danny grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Such a sloppy cockslut,” he said, spreading even more of the spit around Jake’s chin and mouth with his dick. 

Jake stayed rigid on the floor, knees spread, with the arousal from those words from that mouth on his drummer weaving deep inside his belly and groin. Now that he had time to breathe, he really, really wanted to touch himself; he blinked up at Danny in a silent plea, too embarrassed about what his voice might sound like to try and speak yet. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” Danny told him, idly stroking his wet cock in front of Jake’s face. Jake could only imagine what he actually looked like, but Danny was the only one he ever wanted approval from. If him being all red-faced and sweaty, with tangled hair and covered in his own spit was “beautiful,” so be it. 

Danny bent down and hauled Jake up onto his feet. Jake moaned with relief and adoration as soon as Danny’s lips met his in a deep, slow kiss; he wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and pressed their groins together, frantically rutting his trapped erection against Danny’s free one. 

“Please touch me,” Jake begged, reaching down to grab Danny’s ass, using what strength he had left to force Danny to hump against him. 

“I will, beautiful,” Danny told him, caressing Jake’s neck with his fingers, pressing more kisses to his cheek. “But I want you to see yourself when I do.” Without letting Jake even think, Danny whisked him over to the vanity. 

Jake let out a surprised grunt as Danny planted a hand between his shoulders and shoved him down, pressing his cheek against the surface. All Jake could see was the scattered array of makeup and gemstones until Danny grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look straight into the mirror. The sight of his own face was jarring for a moment, but then he looked at Danny, who was so stunning that Jake felt like he couldn’t breathe. Tall, powerful and majestic and with a face like an ancient god, Jake couldn’t take his eyes off him until Danny suddenly, finally yanked his pants down and Jake tried to peer behind himself to look at what might come next. 

Danny sank down to his knees and spread Jake’s cheeks; Jake briefly considered asking him if he really wanted to do that given how he’d been trapped in those skin-tight satin pants all night, but he’d asked before during an earlier hookup and was immediately told, “Like I give a fuck." So Jake just stayed bent over the vanity, letting Danny spit on his hole before he swiped his tongue long and slow through his crack. 

“Oh god, Danny–” Jake whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the wave of noise that would come out otherwise. It had never been much of a secret how much Danny loved his ass, but Jake hadn’t anticipated how much Danny would love eating his ass. 

Danny hummed his affirmation against Jake’s skin, not sparing a second away from using his tongue and lips to drive him wild. But Jake’s cock was still hard and neglected, and now trapped between his own body and the sharp vanity; he pushed back against Danny’s face to make some room, and Danny let him. But when he tried to wrap a hand around himself for some relief, Danny took that over too, finally. 

Jake dropped his head down against his arms, huffing out gratitude that steadily turned into muffled moans. Danny’s other hand held his ass fiercely, keeping him spread open while his tongue licked, teased and prodded his hole; Jake could feel spit running down his perineum as he was stroked, then he felt Danny’s whole mouth sucking on his balls.

He slapped the vanity with one hand as a sob ripped from his chest. “Fuck, Danny–what the fuck–”

Danny chuckled with his mouth full and his hand wrapped around his cock. His other hand reached up to tug at the hem of Jake’s jacket. “Take this off,” he ordered after he tongued Jake’s balls out of his mouth. 

Jake grunted with the effort of propping himself up enough to follow the order. He tossed his jacket aside and Danny smoothed his hand over Jake’s shirt at the small of his back while he went back to circling his rim with the tip of his tongue. Jake shuddered and closed his eyes, back to pressing his face against his forearms while he was half-naked and arching his back, pressing his ass back into Danny’s face as much as he was allowed.  

As the pad of Danny’s thumb rubbed over Jake’s hole, he said, “We should always have lube on hand.”

Jake shook his head against his arms. “I know.”

Danny took a bite of one plush cheek before he replied, “That’s okay. I’m still gonna fuck you.” Jake was lifting his head and opening his mouth to actually protest, but then he felt the slide of Danny’s cock right between his inner thighs. Danny laid his upper body over Jake’s backside, pushing his nose through his hair. “As much as I’d love to fuck you for real, I don’t wanna ruin that perfect ass.”

Jake’s thighs trembled around Danny’s cock, the hard weight of it pushing into his soft skin, the heat from it so palpable. “But you have no problem ruining my throat,” he noted, just teasing, but then Danny’s hand that had been jerking him off was wrapped around his sore, swollen throat instead.

“You liked it,” Danny said, starting to thrust his hips back and forth. He nibbled at Jake’s ear as he squeezed his neck tighter. “Your knees are gonna be bruised. Your throat is gonna be sore for days. And if I asked you to do it all again now, you would, wouldn’t you?” Jake nodded, eyes closed, and felt Danny’s hand even more viscerally against his throat as he swallowed. Danny squeezed tighter yet and jerked Jake’s head back as he said, “Look at yourself, Jakey.”

Jake opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, but not at himself. He looked at Danny, right into those pretty eyes with those long lashes–his gaze was so soft and gentle, not at all mirroring the hold he had on Jake and the harsh stabs of his hips. 

Danny leaned back and smiled in the mirror. He let go of Jake’s throat and Jake inhaled a much-needed breath; just when he thought Danny might be relaxing a bit more, he watched Danny’s hand wrangle in his hair again. 

“That’s it–arch that back,” Danny said, his voice not much more than a whisper. He was getting close, Jake noted. Jake followed that order too and the dip of his back was caressed over his shirt by Danny’s warm hand; fingers stroked down his spine, drew circles over his hip, then skated across his ass. 

Jake was getting close too. Danny’s fist around his cock was relentless as was the rhythm of his thrusts–he might not have been inside him, but the mimicry of full-blown sex was so close, so intense, that Jake hardly noticed. So when Danny freed his hair and his fingers began to rub over his rim again, Jake bucked and gasped, his body shocked by the one piece that had been missing.

“Fuck. You’re so hard,” Danny purred, his lips parted and eyelashes fluttering as he looked down at Jake’s body. Jake was dripping into his hand and Danny certainly felt that too–he twisted his wrist and circled his cock feverishly, adding, “So wet for me too, goddamn. I can tell you’re gonna come soon.”

“Yeah,” Jake panted, his whole body being shoved with the weight and fervor of Danny’s hips. His thighs were squeezing around Danny’s cock tighter as the orgasm continued to steadily build, the tension radiating through his strained, taut legs up into his belly. He met Danny’s gaze in the mirror and asked, “You too, Danny?”

Danny nodded, and Jake could see a bead of sweat drip down the bridge of his nose. “Hell yeah.” He circled his thumb over Jake’s rim again while he diligently stroked his cock, all while still humping against Jake’s ass to get the slide of his own wet cock fast and fluid between his thighs. 

Oftentimes, when Jake was alone and just getting himself off, he was thinking about Danny. He would close his eyes and his brain would work so hard to try and visualize Danny there, those big hands touching him, that beautiful face close to his, that strong body on top of him. Whenever he had the real thing, like now, all of Danny was so enchanting that it was difficult to comprehend him as fully real, and the orgasm that skyrocketed out of Jake’s body was unmatched each time. 

Despite being so ungracefully bent over the dressing room vanity with most of his clothes soaked in sweat and still clinging to his body, Jake felt like he was ensconced in the ultimate fantasy. He didn’t have to close his eyes to experience it either–he kept his focus on the mirror, watching every little change in Danny’s facial expressions and every little movement of his body. The visual, the touch, the heat and the weight against him all compounded into so much beautiful, supercharged sensory overload–another twist of Danny’s hand and pounding against his ass and Jake fell forward against the vanity, moaning and cursing without a care for who might hear, shooting his load right into Danny’s fist.

“Fuck yeah, that’s my good boy,” Danny affirmed breathlessly, stroking Jake’s cock with his cum until he was squirming, trying to escape the overstimulation. Danny let him go but, as Jake was trying to catch his breath, he slipped his wet, sticky fingers past his lips and pressed them against Jake's tongue. 

Jake dutifully sucked on them, tasting his own release while his heart continued to hammer with excitement at Danny’s impending release. His fingers slid out of his mouth and Jake was just looking in the mirror again when Danny’s curls shadowed his vision; Danny replaced his fingers for his lips, capturing Jake’s mouth in a hurried kiss that both of them were moaning and whimpering into. 

Danny’s thighs trembled against Jake’s, and Jake felt the wet heat surge between them as Danny’s hips stuttered. With his hand fiercely gripping Jake’s jaw, he kept them connected there too, their tongues sliding together while their bodies both slowed and melted into one another.

Just when Jake thought he was going to completely revert back to his normal sweet self, he could feel Danny wiping up his own cum from between his legs, then a hard smack with his wet hand was brought down on Jake's ass. He hissed at the sting, back arching again involuntarily; Danny turned his head to the side to kiss him again. 

“It shouldn’t be so hot,” Jake said after Danny pulled away and was just resting his chin on his shoulder.

“What shouldn’t?” Danny asked, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath with his nose in Jake’s hair.

“You being mean. It shouldn’t be so hot.”

Danny chuckled and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “I’m not mean. I’m domineering.” He brought his lips to Jake’s ear and whispered, “You get off on it, obviously. Or should I stop?”

Jake pivoted his body so he could lean back against the vanity, giving his spine a break, and look up at him. “I have absolutely no plans to ever tell you to stop,” he said, resting his hands on Danny’s hips. What everyone else was doing, where they were, what was going to happen next–Jake should have known, had some idea at least, but he was clueless and he didn’t care. Right now, it was just him and Danny in that dressing room, wrecked and ruined, basking in the afterglow that Jake wished he could live inside of forever. 

Danny gave Jake a lovely, adoring smile. “Anything for my baby,” he said, and he kissed his forehead and held him against his chest, letting them bask in it a little longer. 

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Chapter 4

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner | Rated Explicit | Words: 4.5k

Warnings: Language, angst, making out, one slight mention of homophobia

Chapter Summary: The resolution comes about and the making-up begins.

In collaboration with/edited by @gretavanfreaky

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18+ / MINORS DNI

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Sam’s initial emotional response to the scene playing out was confusing. Sam angry to see Danny so reckless. And the biting antipathy he had for himself only exacerbated it, amplifying it to the point now that all his fury and all his sadness and all the desperation to get back to Danny and how they used to be was at a boiling point.

Except, also not how they used to be, because he wanted to feel what he did on the mountain without the stress and anxiety of worrying about what the consequences would be.

Jake and Josh finally took the initiative to join Danny in the water while Sam stood there, stewing and grinding his gears until Danny could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears once he got out of the water, shivering and with a blue tinge to his lips, to retrieve his towel. 

“That was really fucking stupid,” Sam said in a tightly controlled tone, even though his voice trembled lightly with pent-up emotion. “You’re acting really fucking stupid.”

Sam knew he was coming off as an asshole, but he could be an asshole sometimes whether he was angry at Danny or not, and Danny always somehow knew what was actually bothering him. In this particular situation where Danny himself was the source of his bitchiness, Sam didn’t know if he’d be able to see through his attitude to the fact that he was stressed and only wanted what was best in the end. That his anger was coming from a place of anxious care and coltish love, even if he didn’t know how to convey that.

Danny froze, towel wrapped around his waist as he fumbled for his dry clothes. Sam was getting more and more ridiculous by the day, it seemed. How he was acting, what he was saying – perhaps it was because he had never been this angry with him and Danny didn’t know how to process that, but everytime he looked toward his friend for some sign of their old push and pull, their old effortless understanding, all he saw was an opaque wall. And, because of that, the statement blindsided him, knocking the lid of the box he’d been keeping all his volatile feelings in right off.

He was acting stupid? After all his agonizing, he still had hope that maybe Sam would take some of the blame and realize that Danny was only part of the problem, because he sure as hell wasn’t forcing himself on Sam at the peak, if Sam really did regret it that much.

It was his ‘Et tu, Brute?’ moment, and it hurt like a motherfucker.

“I’m acting stu– you know what, Sam?” he said, his fight or flight response kicking in on top of the adrenaline that was keeping him from really feeling the bite of the cold. “Go fuck yourself. Play the victim all you want, but I can’t– I can’t undo what happened, and I’ll never change your mind about it, but I…” 

At his own statement, Danny’s mood turned on a dime from unfathomably angry to heart-breakingly hopeless, because he knew he was right. Sam very rarely changed his mind about having been wronged, and it made him sick to his stomach to know that he played the role of villain in Sam’s narrative. 

He pulled his pants up and threw his sweatshirt on, grabbing his phone to arrange for an Uber back to the hotel, even though they’d only been here all of 20 minutes.

“But you what?” Sam asked, mind in a tizzy and swimming around the fact that Danny seemed to want to take everything back. When had that happened? Was Sam really so blind that he couldn’t see Danny regretting what they’d done in the car? And the whole ‘victim’ thing – that was a whole other can of worms. 

He knew Danny would likely blame himself, but calling Sam a victim? There was mutual blame, if anything. Both the victims and both the perpetrators in their fated “shit we messed up one time but never again,” story. But there was nothing one-sided about the experience at all, and Sam didn’t like the fact that that seemed to be what Danny was implying. 

Danny dropped his phone, but chose to study the sand instead of looking anywhere near Sam’s direction. “I can’t undo what happened, but I hope you know that I never would have done it if I knew it would make you hate me,” he said miserably. There was a small pause of silence between them after his admission, the only sounds coming from the ocean and the twins  - Sam and Danny didn’t particularly notice, though.

After a couple more moments, Sam collected his thoughts and finally said, “Hate you?” in such a disgusted, dumbfounded way that Danny closed his eyes and braced himself for the animosity he’d felt growing since that fateful night. “What the hell, Daniel?”

“When you–” Danny felt helpless trying to explain himself, shrinking smaller and smaller by the second. “I kissed you, Sam, and now you want fuck-all to do with me. You’re angry with me all the time, and– and you can’t look me in the eye even now!”

Sam was so confused, but he matched Danny’s energy as he always did, making the situation more agitated and more confusing as their voices stayed hushed but grew in intensity. “No, I kissed you, Daniel! Why would I– I could never hate you, you dumbass. You can fuck right off with that shit!” He got even more worked up, and despite his words and what they meant, the tone didn’t match. It was the raise in pitch and increase in volume at the end that finally drew the attention of the older brothers, who looked at each other because although they were too far away to pick out any specifics, they were more than familiar with Sam’s anger. “I’m not doing this ‘cause I hate you, I’m doing this for you!”

As the sound of two teenagers who spent enough time together to want to strangle each other, Jake and Josh appeared by them suddenly for damage control, wrapped in towels and looking very cautious.

“Hey now, kiddos,” Josh said as he approached. “We sense some pubescent emotions over here. What are we fighting about?” He kept his tone light, not wanting to contribute any tension, especially not knowing what he was walking into.

“We’re not fighting,” Sam snapped immediately, not really proving his point at all. 

Jake raised his brows, unconvinced as well. “Oh. So you haven’t been fighting since, like, Connecticut?”

“No.” 

Danny stayed quiet, but the last thing Sam wanted was for his brothers to find out – that was halfway to realizing his fears.

“Then why have you been acting so shitty towards Danny these past few days?” Jake continued to ask as he nodded towards his younger band mate, zeroing in on the problem and addressing it to clear the air. “We’ve noticed,” he assured Danny quietly. “We don’t know what’s happening here, but you’re yelling at him on a public beach and telling us you’re not fighting. Can you see why we’re a little confused?”

The only problem with a direct approach if this particular situation was that Sam was already tense and emotional, and having his very much shitty behavior that hadn’t been acknowledged by his brothers yet thrust into his face so suddenly made him feel like he was being cornered and crucified by all three of his bandmates.

“I haven’t– well, I know that I have, but I’m not meaning to be!” Sam said, heart racing. “I can’t help it!”

“Can’t help what?” Josh asked, still confused.

Sam pointed to Danny, wanting to keep everything hidden and under wraps from his brothers, but unable to deny it outright anymore. He knew it was shitty of him to do it while Danny was standing right there, petrified by how things were developing and wondering what Sam was gonna say, but he couldn’t stop it from coming out. “He– we…did something, and I can’t keep doing it or else you guys are going to kick him out of the band and hate me for it.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Sam realized how silly it sounded. It seemed like so much more in his head, and actually talking about it out loud was…jarring.

“What? Hate you?”

“Kick Danny out of the band? What did he do?”

The twins were grasping at straws, but at his words, Sam’s perspective, as strange as it was, finally came into focus for Danny. He stared openly at Sam, feeling all sorts of things that he was trying to sort out. “That…that’s why you’ve been mad?”

Sam met Danny’s eyes and really looked at him for what felt like the first time in 10 years, and the twins ceased to exist at the connection. He shook his head a little bit. “I’m not mad,” he said in a small voice, finally able to clarify. The words came out so easily, though, that Sam didn’t know why he couldn’t have just said them sooner. “Not at you, at least. I’m mad because there are consequences and I hate that they’re keeping me from…I dunno,” Sam admitted softly. “From what I really, really want.”

Danny’s heart soared at his words.

“Look,” Jake said slowly, glancing like a tennis spectator between Sam and Danny, “you can talk in whatever code you two do, but please just tell us: you didn’t, like, rob a bank or kill someone and hide the body, right? That’s not– when you say, ‘we did something’–”

Danny chuckled, glancing towards the twins as he finally gained some clarity on his own situation. “No,” he said, right before his phone dinged with the notification that his driver was there. “Um…that’s the Uber I ordered.” At the thought of finally resolving this situation and, admittedly, what could possibly happen when they did, Danny’s cheeks pinked but he forged on, “Would you– would you guys mind getting your own ride? I think Sam and I need to talk.”

Sam stared at Danny, and he swallowed, his hope for a revived relationship rising steadily and, funnily enough (not really, as Sam hadn’t stopped thinking about it since it happened), his arousal slowly disengaging from the guilt it had been attached to. Not entirely — not until they got the matter completely settled, at least, although it wasn’t going to be enough to stop him from participating in whatever ‘talking’ Danny wanted to do.

They didn’t wait for the twins to answer, and Sam followed Danny like a duckling, resisting the urge to reach out and grab ahold of the back of his sweatshirt like an anchor. But it was a short walk back to the parking zone where a car was waiting, and the silence between them no longer felt like a time bomb ticking down until total destruction, so he was able to go the distance relatively assured that Danny wouldn’t suddenly change his mind and bolt back into the sea.

Their comfortable silence made for a much better ride home than it had to the beach – still tense, but this time for a different reason. Sam was no longer straining away to make sure he didn’t touch Danny; I’m fact, their thighs were plastered together now, sending heat radiating from that point of contact. 

Danny felt every bounce of his knee scrape against his own, but he didn’t mind. 

He wanted to reach out and touch Sam – to put his hand on that shaking knee because he knew it was out of nervous energy that Sam sometimes didn’t know how to expend without getting in trouble, but he wasn’t certain that the gesture wouldn’t be too ‘50s housewife and husband’ for Sam.

“So we’re stupid, right?”

Sam’s question jarred Danny out of his staredown with the exposed skin of Sam’s knee. “Um…” In terms of stupidity, what had Danny really done wrong? Besides overthink everything and attempt to shoulder all the guilt he knew deep down wasn’t his to bear. “I mean, you were stupid. Me, not so much.”

Sam fixed him with a deadpan glare. Fights or no fights, fucking or no fucking, he wasn’t about to take that kind of insult laying down. “Shut up, Wagner.”

He wouldn’t deny it, though, either. He just wouldn’t say that Danny was right.

Danny nudged his shoulder into Sam’s. Despite what they had done (and what now seemed like an option on the table again), the thing he missed most was the comradery. He missed the connection that he and Sam shared, and he felt like they were finally on the same page again after reading totally different books for the past week and a half. 

“But we literally left the beach to talk, Sam. How are we supposed to do that if I have to shut up?” he said cheekily, the car pulling up to the front of the hotel and casting fluorescent shadows across the planes of Sam’s cheekbones.

The fluttery feeling from the peak was back.

“I mean,” Sam started, getting out of the car and waiting for Danny to pile out after him and thank the driver before continuing, “I thought ‘we need to talk’ was like, codeword for something else, but if you actually wanted to just talk…”

Sam trailed off and peeked at Danny, hoping that his bait would catch.

And it did – hook, line, and sinker.

Danny stared at him and visibly gulped, slowly dragging his lower lip between his teeth that belied his active mind (scrambling to come up with words, a hand gesture, a facial expression, even– anything). “Yeah…ok,” he croaked finally. “Let’s– um, you wanna continue this conversation upstairs? In the room?”

Danny knew his voice would go higher before it dropped lower. It had even after he hit puberty — when something riled him up and he found his words, his pitch perked up and then took a deep dive. And this was undoubtedly one of those times, because he had images in his head of soft, hot skin in the back of a Honda Civic, steaming up the windows, Sam’s face as he–

“Agreed. Unless you wanted to ‘talk’ out here – you seem a little hot under the collar, Daniel,” Sam crowed, spinning to waltz lazily towards the back entrance that was closer to their stairwell. And anything closer was the way Sam wanted to go, because despite his teasing and his flirting, there was a dull ache in his groin, now that the idea had been introduced once more, and he’d spent the last week and a half agonizing over the very thing that he wanted. 

Danny caught Sam by the wrist before he got too far and tugged him back, putting them face to face as both their chests froze on a breath. “This way; it’s faster,” Danny exhaled, ushering him into the lobby and to the elevator, a hand on the small of Sam’s back as both a guide and a push to keep up with Danny’s ambitious pace.

He didn’t worry about how ‘50s housewife and husband’ it was, this time. And judging by the way Sam’s gloating tease stopped abruptly and the way he fell compliant with Danny’s touch almost immediately, it seemed he didn’t mind Danny’s eager manhandling, either.

No, he really didn’t mind. If anything, Sam was flattered to the point of being red in the face at the prospect of Danny being so worked up that he just took what he wanted – sweet, docile, agreeable Danny, pushing him towards the elevators because he wanted Sam in his bed that damn bad.

Yeah, he didn’t mind this new side of Danny at all. Didn’t mind when the elevator doors finally pinged open and as they rushed inside, he felt Danny’s fingers grazing his waist, just waiting for the privacy they’d be afforded. Didn’t mind the slightest nudge of Danny’s hip against his ass as the space between them became negligible while waiting in anticipation for the doors to close once again. 

Sam’s insistent pushing of the ‘close door’ button went on until the metal slid shut, and then his fingers were yanked away as Danny spun him around to kiss him for the first time since the peak.

Suddenly, they were back in the Vermont air, high and happy and feeling so good, they never wanted to stop.

Sam’s breath left him as Danny backed him into the unyielding side of the elevator, insistently pressing his lips to Sam’s, pushing his agenda with his tongue in his mouth first and then quickly with his thigh between Sam’s knees. Sam let a whine of pleasure soak into Danny’s skin directly from the source, born from the whisper of friction against his travel shorts and the fact that Sam never really got the chance to feel small but, here, being forced onto his tiptoes so that Danny could get him fully seated and flush against him, he’d never been more aware of the few inches that Danny had on him. Never more appreciative, either.

All too soon, though, the door pinged open, and Danny tore away from Sam, panting and red-faced and not exactly hiding the fact of what they’d been doing.

But there was nobody there.

“Wha–” Danny started, confused as the door started to close again. He was cut off by Sam’s grabby hands as they fisted his shirt and pulled him back to his body, where Sam opened his legs first this time and guided Danny by the elastic band of his sweatpants to slot his thigh between them again.

God, Sam’s ability to take what he wanted without shame had never been more attractive to Danny.

“Doesn’t matter, just– again, please,” he demanded, rolling his hips forward and into the missing friction he’d been denied for a half a second. Danny groaned at Sam’s hunger for him, the way he couldn’t help but be greedy when it came to what Danny could give to him – and Danny would give him everything.

Well, he would if the damn door didn’t keep opening again. And what was worse, this time there really were people on the other side, and while they recognized the ding with enough time to separate, Sam turned bright red and shoved his forearm in front of him, hoping that the couple wouldn’t happen to look down and see the glaring tent in his shorts. 

Danny wasn’t in much better of a situation, but his sweats at least had pockets, and he was able to casually push the material away to make it less noticeable. 

The couple nodded to them and stepped in, and the doors closed before the elevator shook and continued its journey upwards. Maybe this would be their stop, finally. Sam looked down to the buttons and froze, turning to Danny with a smile growing on his face. “Uhh…” he uttered as the door opened on the next floor up with no one on the other side.

Danny looked to where Sam was and blushed – when he pushed Sam against the wall for better purchase, he’d chosen the wrong wall, apparently, and there were scattered buttons all the way to the 8th floor lit up and shiny, even though they were certain no one on the other side had called for the elevator.

The doors started to shudder close again, but Danny took Sam’s hand at the last second and stopped them, pulling him out of the elevator and yelling, “Sorry!” to the couple behind them before taking off towards the staircase on the other side of the hallway.

“Faster my fucking ass,” Sam said breathlessly as they climbed the last couple of flights of stairs to their room. It was probably better that they had to spend that time away from the other’s bodies (excluding their tightly clasped hands, of course), because they really did need to talk before they were swept away in uncontrollable urges for each other that had been held back by a singular thread since they’d discovered them.

Danny slipped his keycard out of his pocket, a little distracted by the way Sam plastered himself to his back and wrapped his arms around his waist so that his fingers could crawl up under the hem of Danny’s t-shirt and map out the skin of his torso. Eventually, though, he got it scanned and the light beeped green to let them in.

Neither cared if their tour manager or their sound guy, or if their mothers themselves coincidently stepped out of their rooms as Sam and Danny stood in the hallway, slowly tangling themselves together before the door even opened.

“Sam, we really do need to talk,” Danny whined. His entire body seized up and shivered as Sam placed his lips to the arch of Danny’s neck, relishing in the fact that he finally got to touch Danny. 

What could they possibly have to talk about now? Everything was aired out, and Sam was under the impression that they understood each other perfectly, regardless of the fact that he’d had the same thought at the beach. 

Still, he knew it was the morally right thing to do, as much as Sam hated the fact. “Okay, fucking…fine,” he pouted, glaring at the skin he’d just been worshiping as if it was doing him a disfavor by existing when he couldn’t touch. “Talk, then.”

Danny smiled a little and took Sam’s hand. “So…I just want to get your story straight: we made out, I got you off, and then you automatically assumed that your own brothers would magically turn into homophobes and hate us?” Sam’s lips flattened at the poor summary and he rolled his eyes, but Danny didn’t let him pull away. Instead, he laughed a little bit and asked, “Did I get that right?”

Sam huffed. “Actually, no, you didn’t.” Danny waited for him to go on and Sam felt like stomping his feet. They had already been at the fun stuff – why’d they have to backtrack? “I wasn’t afraid of Jake and Josh hating us because we were…you know, together–” He hesitated at saying ‘gay,’ not because he was ashamed, but because he had honestly never had feelings for another dude that wasn’t Danny. Gay for each other, maybe, but nobody else. “--I was afraid that they’d see a Yoko Ono situation of our own.”

Danny narrowed his eyes in thought and cocked his head. “You thought I’d introduce you to heroin and make you want to leave the band?” he joked, understanding what Sam was trying to say, but also trying to clear up the details.

“No, dummy,” Sam scoffed affectionately, still connected by their hands and their chests, pressed together so that they couldn’t be too far from the other. “Everyone knows relationships mess things up, and if it came down to it, and we had a big blow up and hated each other and decided that it was either you or me staying in the band…” Sam looked away. This was always the hardest part of his anxiety to clearly formulate because everything in his body revolted against the idea. They couldn’t be Greta Van Fleet without all four of them. “They’re my brothers,” he said softly. “If it came down to choosing–”

Danny’s heart squeezed, and he tried to ignore the slight drop of his stomach at the thought, but he nodded anyways, trying to validate Sam’s worry, even if it didn’t always make sense. “They’d choose you,” he finished. 

‘I’m not doing this ‘cause I hate you, I’m doing this for you.’

It all came into better clarity, but after everything that happened, and everything they’d been through as a band, Danny had less doubts now than he did before about his place with the Kiszkas. He was a brother. To Jake and Josh, at least. Not to Sam. Not at all.

“But then at the beach, when you were all ganging up on me–”

“We were not–”

“--when you were all ganging up on me,” Sam said again, more forcefully to drown Danny out with a smile, “and they took your side even when they didn’t know what was going on, cause they’re bastards like that–”

“--oh, how dare they,” Danny interrupted again, sensing a close to the story. He took the opportunity to slip his fingertips underneath the waistband at the back of Sam’s shorts to pull him closer.

Sam took a deep breath to recenter himself and focus on finishing what he was saying (why it was so important now, he wasn’t sure, but it felt good to get this off his chest). “I think I realized that they know just how important you are to the band, too. To them as a person. Even if I told them you cut my balls off and sold ‘em to a fan for cocaine money, they’d fight tooth and nail for you.”

Danny flushed at the strange compliment, warming to affirmations of belonging that Sam was providing him with. He was satisfied, now. They didn’t need to talk any longer. All he wanted was to show Sam that he was all-in on this relationship, and that no matter how it ended, they were here now. The future had never been certain for them, but it hadn’t stopped them from making stupid decisions before.

“I get it,” Danny breathed quietly, a half-inch from Sam’s lips and a half-inch from where he wanted to be. “But rest assured, I like your balls right where they are.”

Sam snorted out a laugh as he dove back into Danny’s neck, and he hummed when he was walked backwards across the room, assumedly to the bed. Before the backs of his knees hit the mattress, though, Danny slipped his fingers under the material of Sam’s shirt and brought it over his head so that he wouldn’t have to do it later.

Once Sam had fallen back on the sheets, he stared up at Danny, who had gently pried his thighs apart so that he could stand between them. “You’re not gonna say that I’m stupid and that it’s my fault for torturing us both?” he asked as Danny gazed right back down at him, taking in his state of undress when it was again all for Danny’s eyes. 

“No,” he said, grazing a finger across Sam’s abdomen to his shorts, “I’m busy.” The button came undone in a simple movement, and Danny began to tug them down.

Sam groaned, head swimming with his own lust, Danny’s obvious desire, and the subsequent promise of his big hands all over him again. But he hadn’t forgotten that he’d been denied everything except for his own pleasure the last time they did this – they hadn’t even gotten Danny’s wet jeans off, for fuck’s sake. So, not to be left idle this time, he pushed himself up on his hands and tightened the hold he had on Danny’s hips with his thighs to balance as he impatiently rucked the material of Danny’s soft t-shirt up. 

“Well, you’re a better man than me, then,” he said, right before attaching his mouth to where Danny’s throat led into the center of his clavicle.

~~~

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[pavartijanuswrites]

Oh nooooo. Might need this to exist in literary formmmm 😳🫡✍️

This but I need Jake bent down there

(made me think of you @pavartijanuswrites )

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

also showed my mom the Janny interview and she did a whole double take on Danny 💀💀💀

My mom: “How…?? Is that Danny!?”

Me: “Yeah, that’s Danny and Jake.”

My mom *staring so intensely at Danny*: “Danny is giving… Slash and… Micheal Jackson with this outfit…”

I SCREECHED 💀💀💀

[ageofwagner]

i think i may have a type actually

there’s just something about drummers & guitarists😵‍💫

[the-wayne-manor-library]

[hyperfixated-gvf]

I love this so much wtf

Sam being flustered is top tier to me and you’ve killed me with his character this time

But flustered Sam + whiny, kinda subby Sam? With Danny? Holy shit I loved it even more!

AND THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED THE KISSING? I’m sorry I wasn’t aware that you could make the kissing the best part of the smut, but you did.

The Thrill of It All - DRW & SFK

Now I know people say this all the time, but this honest to god started as a barely 500 word ramble about Sam getting flustered around Danny, but hours later and nearly 7K words later, here we are, so...

Summary: Danny notices something is bothering Sam. Ever the helpful friend, he ends up getting to the bottom of more than Sam's switchy mood. Fluffy, friends to lovers, unrequited requited love, smut, blush sweet boys.

Words: 6.6K | Pairings: Sam x Danny

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol & marijuana, language, slash pairings, graphic sexual content (nudity, oral: m-receiving)

It wasn’t even that late, for Kiszka standards, but the twins had long since retired to pass out in the other identical two-person sleeper cabin next door already, and Sam released a steady stream of air through pursed lips as he switched the half full garbage bag to his other hand. His hyperactive mind was unusually calm this evening, a lovely consequence of the joint he’d shared earlier with his brothers and the numbing, constant white noise of the invisible orchestra of crickets. 

The memory of Danny’s folksy plucking at Jake’s miniature accoustic as he accompanied his cashmere-smooth voice, lulling Sam into a longing trance… well, it had that soothing effect on him, too. 

As he puttered around, enjoying the residual high and tossing cans and wrappers into the bag like the responsible environmentalist (and holier than thou little sibling) he was, his mind wandered as it often did to the curly mop-headed boy who’d taken his leave inside nearly twenty minutes ago. They’d argued their way into occupying the main cabin, the one with the kitchenette and the stand-up shower, as well as a bedroom. 

Bedroom, singular. 

Everyone in the band was more than used to doubling up; it wasn’t even a factor in their booking anymore. Months on the road confined to a bunk at the rear of a bus will quickly strip anybody of any semblance of privacy. But as of late, Sam had found himself torn between the prickling hot, shameful desire to share very close quarters with Danny, and the desperate need for walls between them. 

What used to be occasional, unwarranted… intimate curiosities about his friend had ramped up as of late into full blown, x-rated fantasies that had, on more than one occasion, manifested in a sticky mess in his flannel sleep pants, discovered in the wee hours as he shot awake, covered in sweat, and mortifyingly rinsed out and hidden in the laundry bag beneath t shirts and towels in the dead of night. 

It was through no fault of his own, though, he grappled. Everyone at least thinks about it, right? What it would be like, your best friend’s lips on yours, his body warm, sweaty, pressed tight along your own as he-

A clang of silverware against stainless steel inside the nearest cabin alerted him to his bunk mate’s own restlessness. Not long ago, Danny had called it a night, helping Sam dump the bucket of sand over their comically small fire (one they were expressly told by the property management not to have at all), saying he was grabbing a quick shower and to not wait up. And Sam had, fairly enough, expected him to just crawl right into the comfort of the quilted queen bed after. 

But as Sam struggled his way inside, fighting with the trash bag and the sliding screen door, he was startled, not by Danny’s presence, puttering around and tidying the kitchen, but by his completely inconsiderate, personal-attack-on-Sam, indecent lack of modesty, clad only in his towel. Wet ringlets dripping down his bare chest, the towel low on his hips, obscuring the pot of gold at the end of that dark treasure trail- 

Letting the bag slip out of his suddenly sweaty fingers, Danny looked up from the sink at the sudden tinny racket it made with wide eyes, scrambling to sort out the unexpected racket. Catching Sam’s clumsy manoeuvre over the pile of spilled cans, his hand pressed to his chest as he willed his heart to settle down. 

“Fuck, Sam, startled me,” he chuckled, winded, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned back against the counter, observing his friend crawling and reaching around the wooden floor while keeping his eyes rigidly to himself. As Sam shoved the trash into the bag for the second time, muttering to himself under his breath, Danny’s brow furrowed, already shifting into fix-it mode but baffled as to what could be wrong.

The bassist’s head shot up as the shuffle of Danny’s steps moved around the edge of the kitchen island. For no logical reason, his heart started racing, every part of his body screaming for Danny to stay away from him, but also to get as close as possible as soon as possible. 

“Dude… I thought Jake was the one seeing ghosts, not you,” Danny half heartedly joked, his confusion starting to shift into true concern at the squirrelly, nervous energy his friend was emitting. “What’s the problem?” 

You, Sam’s inner monologue shouted, you and that fucking towel, and your god damn naked chest and your perfect fucking face-

On the outside, Sam neutralized his features as best he could, attempting a wry smile as he tied up the bag. “No problem, just cleaning up their messes,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of his brothers’ cabin. He hoped Danny wasn’t observant enough to catch his fingers shaking and fumbling with the knot, playing it off with a dramatic, “there we go,” letting the bag lean against the door to be dealt with in the morning. 

Danny watched, folding his arms over his chest as his eyes narrowed. Sam shifted his weight, holding the suspicious staring contest for a moment before shrugging and attempting to move past the drummer toward the bedroom down the short hall. The escape was foiled by a toned, tan arm extending in Sam’s path as Danny leaned against the wall by his head. 

“Let me go, weirdo,” Sam chuckled nervously, his dodge under Danny’s arm blocked by his toweled knee lifting in front of him. 

The sudden jerky movement loosened Danny’s already precariously secured towel, the white fluffy fabric slipping in slow motion before Danny’s corralling arm retracted to help protect his little remaining modesty. A rush of blood shot so quickly south through Sams body, it left him feeling lightheaded, and he darted past Danny’s failed bodily barricade, marching in the direction of the bedroom before he could embarrass himself with the pathetic whimper that almost just betrayed him. 

Danny was hot on his heels, and for the first time, Sam wished his friend wasn’t such a god damn mother hen. The last thing he needed was an interrogation, not when the inevitable confession was centred around the curly headed detective. 

“Sam-“ he followed the lanky man into the bedroom, now firmly into worrying territory. The bassist had been just fine when he’d left the fire to cool off. In fact, Sam had been visibly quite enjoying Danny’s serenading, and the romantic atmosphere became too much, toying with Danny’s feelings, a mere glimpse at the kind of evening he wanted with Sam every night. So he’d made his excuses and brought himself back to earth in a cool shower, and that was only half an hour ago at best. He wracked his brain as to what could possibly have set off the unpredictable storm of his friend’s temperament. 

Sam busied himself by unzipping his bag, rifling a little too frantically through balled up socks and messily folded shirts as he kept his back to the practically naked Greek god standing behind him. 

“Sam.” 

“What, Daniel?” His head whipped towards his friend, immediately regretting the way his words hissed harshly past his lips, though Danny paid him no mind, well versed in Sam’s attitude by this point.  

“What happened? Why’re you acting so… weird, all tense and shit?” He took a step closer, instinctively causing Sam to step back as well, the dresser now digging into the small of his back. 

Their eyes met briefly, Danny’s gaze analytical and concerned, while Sam’s face began feeling uncomfortably warm. 

Danny was among the most patient men on the planet, but Sam’s stubborn vow of silence was wearing thin, and he pushed once more, “Sam?”

Sam blinked, shaking his head and forcing his eyes away, anywhere but Danny’s bare torso, the remaining moisture of his shower catching the nightlight plugged into the wall and the moonlight streaming through the open window into the otherwise dark room. 

“I’m fine, Danny, seriously, leave it,” he mumbled, sounding unconvincing and small even to his own ears. 

Danny shook his head, closing the distance further, reaching a hand to Sam’s shoulder, the smell of his earthy body wash drifting past his nose. 

Sam rapidly shot his face towards Danny’s movements, reminiscent of a wild animal, and Danny scoffed, although there was no animosity behind the sound. “…’Kay, you never call me Danny, will you just tell me what your issue is?” 

“Maybe if you’d stop chasing me around with no clothes on, I’d be able to think!” Sam blurted, his eyes widening immediately in regret. 

Danny’s brow furrowed, his brain lagging severely with the mixed messages it was receiving. Sam’s issue was… him? His body? Since when?

The drummer’s face slowly shifted from confusion to a sort of timid, hopeful understanding. “Sam, I-“

Sam shook his head quickly, his face bright red and his chest tightening as he ducked down, anticipating his friend’s grabby hand swinging out to stop him.. His mind was reeling, his stomach feeling like it was through the floor in the wake of his unintended confession. 

This time, Danny’s swinging hand grasped successfully onto Sam’s forearm, spinning him back towards Danny’s body. 

Sam gaped up at his friend, those extra two inches of height really making their presence known in this moment of stunned silence. Danny simply gazed down at him, holding him securely, practically chest to chest, his warm stare working to calm Sam’s panic immediately, as it always did, even now when said stare was the source of the panic. 

“You’re… bothered by me… in a towel,” Danny confirmed softly, his own cheeks tinting pink. Sam’s eyes fell down the column of his friend’s neck, sweeping across those broad muscled shoulders that carried him around, the sculpted but subtle pecs separated by the triangle of chest hair he had never been able to grow himself.

Sam chewed his lip, putting his trust in Danny’s unlimited understanding and caving a little. 

“Maybe, a little. Yeah.” His wide eyes were quick to meet Danny’s, “But this doesn’t have to be, a- a thing, I don’t ever want to make it weird, we can just, just move on. Like this didn’t happen, yknow?” He rambled nervously, shutting himself up when he saw the hint of a smile tugging at the edges of Danny’s lips. 

“Hmm,” Danny nodded, a cruel part of him enjoying letting Sam squirm a little. It wasn’t often his feathers were ruffled, and watching his cheeks flush bright as he got himself increasingly flustered, it was… cute. 

Sam, after a pause that dragged on for longer than he could stand it, huffed out, “What? What’re you- what?” 

Danny’s grin spread wider. “You’re cute.” 

Backup. Refresh. Error 404, train of thought not found, system failure- Sam’s intelligent, articulate brain was a blank slate, wiped clean with the words that had just been uttered so casually. 

“Cute?” Sam sputtered. “Excuse me, what?” Stampedes of butterflies swarmed mercilessly in his stomach, slowly unfreezing where he stood before Danny unceremoniously in the middle of the room. 

Danny had the audacity to giggle at him, “Yes, cute. You’re cute.” 

Sam squinted at him, fighting the incredibly strong twitch of his lips as they threatened to defy him in a bashful smile. “Shut up, don’t mess with me-“ 

“M’not, I’m not messing with you. You are. Like, always, in fact. Especially right now,” Danny confessed, too preoccupied with the endearing shock painted across the bassist’s face to feel shy.

Sam let out a short disbelieving laugh, letting the smile win its valiant efforts to take over his face, hand in hand with a deep blush in his cheeks. 

“Oh,” he said simply, shyly dipping his face down. “…cool.”

Danny barked a laugh, his hands lifting to cradle either side of Sam’s face. “Cool? You’re such a dork,” he snickered. 

Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling along. “Whatever, Daniel, you’re the king of dorks,” he unoriginally shot back, slowly becoming more and more aware, once again, of Danny’s clothing situation, or lack thereof. 

The drummer watched in fascination as those heated brown eyes drank in his figure, still bashful but lacking the prior shamefulness. 

“Well don’t start drooling on me, I did just shower.” 

Sam shook his head quickly, huffing petulantly through Danny’s giggle, pushing away from his body. 

“Nope, that’s fine, you can go fuck yourself, I should be getting to bed-“ 

A sudden tangle of limbs, a brief wrestling match, and a litany of strained curses found Sam pinned to the mattress beneath a pleased, half-naked Daniel Wagner. 

“Jesus, dude,” Sam exhaled, blown out-pupils drinking in Danny’s far-too-smug face until his eyes blaze down his naked torso of their own accord. He watched, powerless to stop his own long, dexterous hand from slipping out of Danny’s grip and hesitantly placing against Danny’s pec, faintly digging his fingernails into the skin experimentally. 

Danny bit down on his bottom lip as air whooshed into his lungs, shifting his weight on the arm beside Sam’s head to smooth a hand of his own down the soft fade of Sam’s shirt. 

“You’re really driving me crazy, right now,” Danny quietly confided, hand now sneaking its way underneath the shirt’s hem. 

“Good then, the feeling is mutual,” Sam whispered, blinking demurely up at him, scratching at Danny’s chest lightly as an outlet for his racing heart and heated lower half. 

Danny’s hand flattened against his soft stomach, smoothing steadily up his lithe abdomen, pushing the t shirt up past his ribcage, until Sam curled a hand around his roaming wrist. 

Slightly terrified, but in the most exhilarating possible sense, the two men lock eyes, searching each other in the dead silence of the room, deafened by their own heartbeats pounding in their ears. 

One perfectly arched nose brushed against the tip of another more angular tipped up one, the oxygen fleeing the room suddenly as Danny’s lips loomed so close, so close to Sam’s. 

“Kiss me.” 

Looking back, it was rather a blur of who actually spoke the words, but it didn’t matter in the slightest. 

Danny’s lips captured Sam’s pout in a searing, momentous kiss, the ache of longing finally quenched, relief seeping through Sam’s veins like an IV drip. Relief and carnal, animalistic craving. Sam was deaf to his own wanton moan, but Danny lapped it up in the figurative and literal sense, his tongue darting between Sam’s parted lips. The drummer groaned, every neuron firing left and right in an overwhelming chorus of take, give, need, provide. Sam felt drunk, his senses consumed with Danny’s greedy lips working against his own. 

Lungs burning for a reprieve, Danny regretfully detached from Sam’s mouth for a gasp of air, Sam’s longing, pitiful whimper putting an end to remaining self-control. 

“Oh my god,” Danny slurred in a whisper, eyes drooping heavily before he dove back in, lips feverishly massaging and dominating Sam’s mouth. Having freed his other hand at some point, Sam sank both sets of fingers into Danny’s luxuriously soft curls, damp but steadily drying in the heat of the summer air, stifled in the tiny bedroom. He tangled himself in Danny’s hair, cementing himself desperately to his body and to this moment they found themselves in. 

Sam whined breathlessly as Danny licked into his mouth, mumbling what sounded like, “Fuck, baby,” letting himself be worshipped and mauled by Danny’s lips. 

Parting from the escalating kiss, stealing greedy pecks as he mournfully pulled away, Danny panted, still supporting his weight on one elbow at Sam’s side. Even as his shoulder ached from the strain, Danny realized then that redistributing the weight of his body would require two things. 

One, putting distance between him and the gorgeous boy laid out beneath him so submissively, distance he wanted little to do with from here on out.

Two, a delicate manoeuvre to keep his towel from completely unfurling from around his waist, a movement he wasn’t sure he had either the skill, nor frankly, the desire, to attempt. 

Sam fluttered his eyes open, his pouty lips swollen, as he tried to determine the reason for the absence of more kisses. Letting a playful grin sweep across his face, he gave a questioning, flirty glance down the drummer’s bare torso. 

Danny smirked, that single expression capable of melting Sam into a puddle, before cocking an eyebrow in a questioning tease. 

“Can I help you?” he coyly flirted, leering at the suggestive looking bassist. 

Sam narrowed his eyes, his smirk remaining in place. 

In hindsight, he only meant to brush his hand down Danny’s abs, a tease in retribution for the unbearable, cruel torture Danny was inflicting, what with him hovering so tauntingly above him like the most forbidden treat, refusing to meet his lips again. 

But as he felt the rippling flexing muscles under his fingers tensing, and heard Danny’s flustered inhale through that gorgeous nose of his, he didn’t stop his exploring hand from travelling south, breath held in his chest as he monitored Danny’s face curiously. 

Danny, who’s towel was now dangerously close to falling away from his waist (given the extra girth his rock-hard erection provided) unexpectedly let out a pleading, cut off whimper. The sound choked in his throat as he swallowed harshly, leaning, pressing ever so slightly against his friend’s wandering fingers as they mapped out his abdomen.

Sam’s teeth sunk painfully into his bottom lip, steadying his hand against the unusual affliction of shakiness, and he continued silently searching Danny’s eyes for any sign to stop. He was consistently met with Danny’s rhythmic puffs of breath near his face, his expression needy and trusting, so Sam hesitantly rotated his hand one-eighty, to slide fingertips-first down his friend’s happy trail. 

Danny shivered delightfully, eyelids fluttering shyly as Sam finally dipped his fingers beneath the taboo-checkpoint of the towel. Both boys inhaled sharply as callused fingertips mapped out the transition of Danny’s happy trail into his patch of dark curly hair. 

“Hang on,” Danny whispered, rushed out in a tense exhale, causing Sam to freeze in place, terror gripping his chest with fear of having upset his friend, having gone too far, hurt him somehow-

Danny ducked down, stealing a soft kiss from the bassist’s parted lips, then lifted off Sam’s body toward the pillows. Holding onto his towel still, though he was starting to feel a little silly about it, he laid himself out against the cushioned headboard, holding an arm out in shy invitation. 

Sam relaxed visibly, making Danny smile, endeared by his best friend’s nervousness. He decided he rather liked being the one to make Sam nervous for a change, granted Sam made him nervous more often from the reckless mischief he got roped into with his older brothers rather than… well, whatever type this was. 

As Sam climbed up the bed, eager to lose any space between his body and Danny’s, Danny interjected softly. “Why don’t you take your shirt off?”

Sam paused, straightening on his knees as he grinned, tugging the threadbare tee shirt over his head. Smile broadening, Danny bit his lip as the shirt was discarded to the floor. 

Sam sat back on his haunches, displaying himself to be admired. He thoroughly enjoyed Danny’s eyes raking down his bared torso, despite it not being close to the first time he’d been shirtless in his presence. He was looking at him now with new eyes, in this ambiguous but safe new development of their dynamic. 

“So pretty,” Danny whispered, so mindlessly that Sam wasn’t sure he was even aware he’d uttered it out loud. He positively preened under Danny’s gaze.

Danny finally lifted his eyes to Sam’s. “You wanna c’mere?”

“Yeah,” Sam breathed simply, smiling crookedly, not feeling the need for words when he planned on letting his actions do the talking. He encroached towards Danny, laying out on his side parallel to the drummer’s body, and Danny tipped up his jaw sweetly, capturing his lips in another needy kiss. Push and pull, the rhythm section of the band did what they did best and quickly established a rhythm. Danny sucked Sam’s bottom lip, releasing it gently for Sam to lick at his lips in return, each exploring the other’s mouth in the knee-buckling ways Sam had only ventured in his dreams. 

When Danny’s tongue slipped hot and wet along his own, quickly followed by a muffled groan beneath his hand on Danny’s chest, Sam gave into the urge to get back to where they had been before the readjustment. Humming like a pleased housecat under Sam’s sensual touch, Danny paused his kisses when he felt Sam’s hand snaking once more beneath the cloth draped around his hips. On a mission, Sam simply moved his kisses from Danny’s stagnant lips down the drummer’s angled jaw, seeking that tempting patch of hair once more. 

Danny moaned softly, Sam’s lips working diligently to unravel him, one nipped kiss at a time. Encouraged, and despite his thumping heartbeat, Sam felt himself rake his fingers through Danny’s hair, the way he’d fantasized about. 

So often was Danny the subject of Sam’s nocturnal musings, his masculine build, the muscles, the hair, the broad shoulders and chest, all of it always conjuring filthy, forbidden images in his mind, scenarios he felt guilty about pining for. Well, up until this interesting development, that is, where he now realized that perhaps his filthy daydreams had more in common with Danny’s than he’d thought.

Danny brought him back to the present with the tiniest, most delicious grunt of withheld desire, jaw flexed in anticipation from Sam’s fingertips drawing nearer and nearer to the base of his erection. 

Sam instinctively curled his fingers in, withdrawing shyly from the point of no return, this part of Danny’s body that he’d never been privy to before, but Danny’s responding petulant huff was tinged with a barely vocalized whine, accompanied with a barely-there buck of his hips, and Sam wordlessly teased him with a smirk and an arched brow against his sweaty neck.

“Oh, can I help you?” It was exhilarating, throwing the drummers earlier tease in his face.

Danny huffed a breathy laugh, blushing and tucking his jaw against his chest, looking down at Sam’s roaming fingers and licking his bottom lip. 

“Now who’s the cocky bastard?” He answered, voice low and smooth, rumbling out of his bare chest. His tone, much like him, was sweet as honey, and Sam was the owner of a very prominent sweet tooth. 

That, and his curiosity never could be withheld for very long, least of all now, and given that he’d been waiting for this moment practically since their sophomore year, he felt his ability to joke around depleting by the second, replaced with the voyeuristic streak tugging at his brain and his stiffening groin. 

This was his best friend in the world, though, and at the end of the day, not even his own insatiable need to scratch that itch would overcome his need to ensure Danny’s comfort. And so, Sam lifted his face from the fortress of Danny’s neck and captured his eyes with a bashful smirk. 

With his hand still brushing featherlight circles through Danny’s pubic hair, he nuzzled his lips against the apple of Danny’s cheek in an uncharacteristically sweet and shy display of affection. 

“Can I touch you?” Sam breathed, words so soft they reached only across the small space between his lips and Danny’s ear, before melting away into his raven hair.

“Sam…please.” 

Two shaky, whispered words, flooding Sam’s mind with a rush of sudden, insatiable lust and a need to give his friend, his best friend, anything in his power that he could ever possibly want on a silver platter. 

Throwing caution to the wind, Sam finally pinched the lip of the towel and uncovered Danny’s body fully, drinking in his swollen, throbbing erection resting patiently against Danny’s thigh. 

“What the fuck, you’re so big,” Sam’s words coming out under his breath, hardly more than if he’d just mouthed them. He felt faint with need, considering for a second the slight size difference between them, though it was his first time fooling around with a guy, you couldn’t blame him for at least considering it. His mouth watered at the impressive girth, coupled with the obvious extra inch or so. 

Danny blushed, feeling so exposed, but God if he didn’t feel desirable under Sam’s ravenous stare. 

True to their nature, Danny weakly joked, “S’rude to stare, Sam.” 

Sam bit his lip hard, groaning softly, moving his hand tentatively to curl around Danny’s thick base. “I’ll try to mind my manners, Emily Gilmore.” he sassed breathlessly, stroking his fist over Danny’s impressive length once. 

Hips bucking into Sam’s touch, he gasped, “Oh-“ Swallowing harshly, Danny let his jaw hang open lazily, watching in awe as Sam’s fist begin to work his cock into a steady rhythm. “Feels good,” he murmured, bashfully catching Sam’s smug grin. 

Sam shifted uncomfortably around his own painful erection, ignoring it in favour of his new toy between his best friend’s legs. “I’ve had some practice,” he deadpanned. 

Danny snorted, distractedly flexing his fingers into the sheets. “Thinking about this, no doubt?”

Sam flushed, ignoring the teasing question in favour of lifting up on his hands and knees, releasing Danny’s twitching cock, letting it rest, leaking against his navel. 

Danny watched him crawl between his thighs and settle unceremoniously on his stomach, taking a deep lungful of air in realization. 

“Oh fuck, Sam,” he leaned up on his elbows, heart threatening to beat out of his chest as Sam, again, picked up his erection, “You don’t have to- ohh!” 

Sam’s lips enveloped Danny’s velvety pink tip carefully, slipping his tongue from the delicate underside of the head, to over the little slit that leaked a droplet of precum. Sam’s eyelids felt heavy with lust, but he forced them open, unwilling to miss a single expression flicker across his lover’s face. 

Danny watched, completely taken with lust and stunned grattitude, his lips parted attractively as he reached a hand down to sweep a tendril of chestnut hair behind Sam’s ear.

“Oh fuck, baby… shit,” he panted, giving in and letting his head fall into the pillows, panting at the ceiling as he let himself just feel.

Sam pulled back, taking a moment to breathe while he pumped Danny’s girthy cock in his hand. “You taste good,” he honestly told the blissed-out man above him. 

Danny let out a tortured sob of a laugh, sinking his strong fingers into Sam’s hair both affectionately and dominantly. He mustered up the willpower to glance down to where Sam worked him, thumbing over his tip with an expectant, submissive face.

“Don’t stop,” he directed, gathering silky hair in his large fist, his stomach tensing tight as Sam’s lips enveloped him deeper than before with his own guidance. Swallowing him about halfway, Sam breathed shakily through his nose, the air tangible against Danny’s base as the brunette exhaled. 

What with the thickness of his cock stretching Sam’s smart mouth so prettily, combined with the breaths and the gag reflex he struggled to control, Danny’s balls tightened, feeling his orgasm nearing embarrassingly quickly the longer Sam bobbed and sucked on him. 

“Sam I- Babe,” he whined, head falling back against the pillows as his face twisted in arousal. 

Sam hummed around him, blissed out with a mouthful of Danny’s perfect cock and the breathy, muttered praises and moans that drifted down. 

The fist holding his hair back tightened, torn between the need to pull him off or shove deeper into his throat. Suctioning his lips tighter, Sam hollowed his cheeks and squeezed while twisting his base gently, his efforts rewarded with a high pitched cry. 

“C-cumming- oh fuck Sammy, I’m cumming baby, please, please-“ Danny gasped, hips pitching forward erratically as he twitched, then gracing Sam’s tongue with warm pools of his cum. 

Sam whimpered, face hot with his own arousal as he struggled to swallow down Danny’s load, coughing as he gagged involuntarily from the unfamiliar texture and taste. 

Danny’s chest heaved, his eyes screwed shut. Sam panted, a proud smile suddenly stretching across his face. He watched Danny come down, his furrowed brows relaxing into place as he draped an arm lazily over his forehead. 

Feeling a little unsure of himself, and ridiculously turned on, Sam kissed the inside of Danny’s thigh, his heart fluttering at Danny’s lazy, affectionate smile from the action.

Pushing up on his hands, Sam quietly moved up the bed, laying beside Danny. He purposely left a few inches of space, his rational mind forcing his lust aside for now. 

He just made his best friend cum. While the thought made his own screaming erection throb, it also raised some very pertinent questions about the nature of their relationship. Sam’s brain struggled to process any tangible thought, the evening and the endorphins and his long-time crush spread out, naked and spent beside him, all tangled together in a fog of confusing feelings and uncertain outcomes. 

Danny could practically hear the cogs turning in Sam’s head without even looking at him. He blinked his eyes open sluggishly, a relaxed smile permanently etched on his face in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms of his life. As he turned his body on its side to face Sam, he met the boy’s timid eyes. 

“Sammy?” he quietly questioned, his brows furrowing at the face of churning anxiety looking back at him. 

Sam raised his brows expectantly, licking his lips. “Hm?”

“Why do you look like I’m gonna beat you?” Danny chuckled humourlessly, his smile fading as the unwelcome feeling of worry set in.  

Sam shook his head, offering a half-hearted smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just, y’know…” He shrugged awkwardly, curling in on himself and rubbing his arm. 

Danny shook his head, shuffling toward Sam’s body, feeling a wave of relief when the initiation for cuddling was accepted. That was something at least.

“No, baby, I don’t know, talk to me,” he quietly prompted. 

Sam huffed a short breathy laugh against Danny’s neck. “This, Daniel, you just called me Baby, we’re cuddling, I just had your dick down my throat,” 

“Sam…” Danny’s cheeks flushed hot.

“…and up until an hour ago, I had no idea you felt anything like how I feel about you, I mean,”

“Sammy-“

“I still don’t, I- I didn’t want to assume you had, y’know, feelings for me, cause you’re my best friend, and if this is a one-time thing, then I’ll take it, I will, we can forget it happened if you want, but I-“

“Sam, shush,” Danny asserted, whipping out the harsh tone only to drag Sam back to earth. He pulled the pretty boy’s face out of his neck with two hands on his cheeks. Levelling with the, honestly, petrified stare Sam was giving him, trying to convey as much reassurance in his eyes as possible. “I do,” he confessed quietly. 

Sam’s wide, vulnerable eyes peered back at him, tempting Danny to lose himself in their pools of warmth, in the beautiful face that belonged to the boy that made his heart race and his head melt. 

“You do… what?”

“Have feelings for you,” Danny filled in, feeling his cheeks growing warmer. 

Sam blinked, and Danny grinned hesitantly, gaging his reaction. 

After a second, the bassist’s brain caught up, and once it did, his whole face erupted in his dazzling smile. “S-Seriously?”

Danny giggled, “Yes, dummy, seriously. I like you. In fact, I like-like you,” he joked, “as in more than friends.” 

Sam let out an incredulous laugh, “You- Daniel!” he scolded affectionately, blushing himself now, but too wondrously happy to give a shit. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

Danny shook his head defiantly, “Now hold on, that’s not fair, you never told me, either,” he protested, pitch climbing but not volume. 

Sam buried his face in Danny’s neck, rolling his half-clothed body half on top of Danny’s naked one, grinning wildly. He made his confession in the safety of Danny’s collarbones, sheltered with mostly-dry curls. 

“S’cause you’re so gorgeous, you make me nervous.” 

He felt giddy, light as air. And as Danny’s bashful chuckle vibrated his sculpted throat, he felt more desperate than ever for his friend’s touch. 

“Oh, whatever,” Danny dismissed, leaning his head on Sam’s shyly. He pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, delighting in Sam’s happy little squirm. 

Then he felt the sting of a playful bite, the flesh of his shoulder reddening as Sam’s mouth soothed it with a wet kiss. 

So quickly, he was flushed with warmth again, Sam’s mouth the most heavenly on-switch that had ever triggered his hormones before. 

The smug culprit lifted his face from the evidence bruising his skin, and Danny’s jaw dropped slightly as Sam’s hips rolled into Danny’s thigh. Sam exhaled, slow and shaky, eyeing Danny’s face as he ground into him again, his erection prominent through the sweats he wore. 

“Such a needy boy,” Danny’s eyes darkened with his deep rumble of words, flicking his tongue over his top row of teeth in a rather animalistic display. Gaze landing on the tented outline of Sam’s groin as it twitched in response, Danny huffed a low breath of desire and pushed himself up on his elbows. 

Sam watched in rapt fascination, allowing his beau to manhandle him onto his back and crawl swiftly overtop of him. Before he could string together a coherent thought, his lips were sealed with a searing kiss, his mouth eagerly returning Danny’s hungry attack. 

Tensing his stomach, he felt Danny’s fingers nimbly fumbling with the drawstring in his way. Impatiently, he lifted his hips and shoved his pants and boxers down as soon as the bow was undone, and Danny tugged them off his ankles for him as he laid back down. 

Sam watched Danny’s eyes eagerly. They trailed up his thighs, landing on his stiff, near purple-ish cock bobbing impatiently against his stomach. Danny’s face drooped in lust, biting his bottom lip so hard the skin whitened. He swiftly closed in on Sam’s cock, kneeling between the boy’s legs and balancing on his left hand, his right reaching out and wrapping delicately around his length. 

Sam shuddered, taking his lip between his teeth as his eyes flitted between the hand on his cock and the pair of lips longing to suck it in. 

“Daniel, please,” he breathed, pleading with his eyes. “M’so hard, it hurts.”

Danny’s eyes flew shut, and he huffed through his nose. Lowering his body onto his belly, he pumped Sam shallowly a few times before he met Sam’s eyes again. “Relax for me, sweet boy, I’m gonna take care of you. Promise,” he sealed his words with a kiss to Sam’s thigh, above his knee. 

Sam whined, losing his composure quickly after such a tenuous build up. He nodded quickly, putting his trust in his best friend like always. 

Danny held eye contact, sparks flying between them as he lowered his face to Sam’s tip, pausing his lazy strokes to flick his tongue over the delicate slit glistening with pearlescent precum. The unspoken words exchanged through looks alone felt like a live wire of white-hot energy, threatening to snap any second. Steadily, though, Danny held Sam’s unblinking gaze, sinking his mouth partway down his cock. Even as his gag reflex faltered, pushing the limits of his throat, Danny blinked away tears and maintained their connection. 

Sam’s mind, normally buzzing incessantly as his brain tried to process every piece of stimuli, felt soothed, quieted. As though Danny’s mouth had the power to flip the off-switch to every frenetic thought, leaving only a melty, viscous puddle in his wake. His mind consumed with Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. 

Danny finally fluttered his eyes closed, working Sam’s length with determination. His lips sealed as tight as he could manage around the salty, soft skin, and he pushed his limits again, sinking down farther as his hand left the base of his cock to cup and fondle his balls. 

Sam cried out brokenly, tossing his head back, his hand shooting forward to hold Danny’s head firmly in place. 

“Fuuuck-uh,” the curse flying from his lips an octave higher than his speaking range. His hips bucking in time with Danny’s rhythmic suction, Sam’s forehead began shining with sweat, chasing his orgasm in the warm, wet heaven of Daniel’s mouth.

“Gonna- gonna cum, almost there,” he panted, brows knit tightly at the centre of his forehead. Danny moaned around him, steadfast in pleasing his best friend. 

“Sooo so so so fucking good, Danny, shit-“ Sam babbled. His orgasm taking hold quickly, he huffed a whine through his nose, arching his back into Danny’s inviting mouth. “Ohh- fuck, please- Danny, yes-“ 

Interrupted by the sheer force of his orgasm, Sam’s mouth dropped open in a silent moan, cumming violently across Danny’s tongue. His fingers flexed, white knuckles as he gripped the bedsheets, crying out his release as he began to slowly come down from the high. 

Danny pulled away, and as Sam peered down with blissed-out eyes, he winked up at him.

In a display that stole Sam’s breath, Danny parted his lips, letting Sam’s cum drool out of his mouth as he lapped up the length of his dick, coating him base to tip with his own release. Sam whined breathlessly, gritting out, “Oh, my fucking. God.”

Danny hummed in smug agreement, sinking his mouth around Sam once more and slurping up the mess he’d made, swallowing with a filthy lick of his lips. 

Sam stared down at him in stunned, aroused shock. “…You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

His breathless declaration made Danny chuckle, climbing back up to Sam’s level, and flopping beside him. “You also taste good,” he softly flirted, smirking at Sam’s pitiful groan. 

“Shut up,” Sam insisted, rolling over and curling bonelessly around Danny’s warm body. “You’re a menace.”

Danny giggled, wrapping his arms snug around Sam’s lanky figure, content and sleepy. 

“Maybe I just like getting you all riled up, huh?” He pressed a lazy kiss to Sam’s face, unable to see the resulting little smile playing at Sam’s lips from the simple display of affection. “S’pretty cute.”

Sam let out a dismissive ‘psshtt’, half-heartedly swatting at Danny’s face. “I said shut up.”

Danny hummed amusedly, nodding his agreement, if anything just to pacify the sleepy boy cuddled up against his thrumming ribcage. Absent fingers toyed with his small dusting of chest hair, the two of them soaking up the affection and comfort that being held in each other’s arms was bringing. 

After a short while of comfortable silence, Danny was roused out of his near-sleep by Sam gently, shyly tapping a finger against his chest. 

“Psst,” came his hushed voice. 

Danny smiled to himself, gleeful all over again. “Yeah, baby?” 

A hesitant pause. 

“So are we… boyfriends now?” 

Danny’s grin spread wider, full fledging across his face. He whispered sleepily, “I mean… I know I wanna be.” His eyes fluttered closed again, patiently awaiting Sam’s response. 

A gentle nod. “I’d like that.”

Another pause, then a timid whisper.

“…I love you.”

Danny squished his newly-deemed boyfriend into him, heart swelling with warmth. “I love you, too, Sam.”

Sam’s chest tightened with the reassurance, the confirmation of Danny’s requited feelings making his head spin. Dizzy with happiness, he let himself drift willingly with the gentle waves of sleep, his heart on his sleeve, and his favourite person by his side. 

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Need You Close Pt. 2

Josh Kiszka X Danny Wagner

Slash fic.

WC: 4k+

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Minors DNI, Slash, Explicit Sex, M/M, Male Masturbation,Edging, Cum Play.

Another installment of friends that fuck 🤭

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration

It was late and they were tired, the cabin lights of the tour bus were dimmed softly and each man's curtain was shut tightly. Unbeknownst to each other Josh and Danny were doing the same thing, at the same time, thinking about the same thing. Josh lightly skirted his hand down his stomach, his fingertips leaving a tingly sensation that amplified the growing need between his legs. His sweatpants were shoved down to his thighs and his cock was hard and ready pulsing against his abdomen. With a shaky exhale he opens his photos, finding the folder that kept his pictures from the last time he slept with Danny. He bites his tongue, stifling the moan that wants to escape when his eyes meet the sinful image of his cum decorating the hair of Danny's lower stomach. Wrapping his fingers around himself he gives his length a light stroke, enough to satiate the ache that has been building in his stomach all day. Unaware his friend Danny also had his sleep pants pushed down to his knees. He stuck his tongue out, clamping his teeth down onto his tongue as his fist picked up speed. His eyes were focused on his phone, following along with the sinful image. His eyes processing the erotic image of Josh's length, covered in creamy lube, penetrating his hole.

His eyes scrunch shut as his fist stops pumping, as he brought himself to the edge once more. He looked down at his cock, tip flushed red and leaking. As he calms down a lightbulb turns on in his brain. The man he's fantasizing about is laying in his bunk, a few feet away. Danny clicks on the button at the bottom of the picture, Share, and clicks on Josh's contact photo. He doesn't bother typing a message, the meaning is clear. I want you. A split second later another image from the set they took that night appears from Josh. They sent them at the same time. Muffled through the curtain he hears Josh giggle. Softly at first, but the laughter is contagious. What are the odds? He quickly joins in on the giggles, one slipping through his lips as he gives himself a few tugs to keep himself hard. He swipes over to the itinerary, his eyes scanning for hotel arrival time. Bringing up his text thread to Josh he types away.

1:35am Danny: The itinerary says we should be at the hotel in 2 hours, you wanna?

1:35am Josh: Text me your room number. I'll drop my stuff off and come right over.

1:36am Danny: Yeah you'll be coming alright 😉

Danny smirks when he hears Josh cuff a laugh, desperately trying to keep it down. A few moments later Danny thinks of another text for Josh.

1:41am Danny: You still have that cum lube right?

1:42am Josh: oh so you DID like it!

1:43am Danny: I think you know how much I liked it Josh…

They leave their conversation be, getting back to the task at hand. His eyes find the other pictures Josh took, his imagination running wild as his hand pumped furiously over himself. He felt his stomach clench, the fire burning low in his belly, Danny knew he was about to cum. He sets his phone down on his chest and grabs the small washcloth he took out from his suitcase, covering himself with the fabric. One more stroke of his practiced hand he burst, cumming into the soft material as images of Josh's naked body danced behind his eyelids. As he floated back down to Earth he smirked to himself as he heard the muffled gasps and moans of Josh reaching his peak in the bunk across from him.

With it being so late when they arrive at their hotel, almost everyone had been asleep or close to it in their bunks, and were all more than content to go straight up to their rooms for the night. Soft, sleepy, mumbled ‘goodnight’s are exchanged and all the guys go their separate ways to turn in for the night. As soon as Jake and Sam are out of sight, Josh drops his sluggish, tired facade and starts speedwalking towards his door.

He lets his bags drop down onto the bed, digging in the pocket of one of them for what he knows is secreted away in there. He breathes a little ‘aha!’ when he’s found it, letting the bottle of the creamy liquid rest on the bedside table while he changes into fresh pajamas. Even though he knows they’ll be coming off as soon as Danny’s door shuts behind him, he still wants to freshen up for him. He hurriedly brushes his teeth in the bathroom and looks himself over in the mirror. As soon as he’s dressed, lube hidden away in his inside jacket pocket, he carefully shuts the door behind him, not allowing it to make more than a barely there ‘click’ as the locks engage.

Knowing that he’s working on limited time until Josh is at his door, Danny rushes around the room, setting his things down neatly where they won’t be in the way. He makes sure not a single pillow on the bed is out of place, knowing damn well neither of them actually give a fuck about the pillows- he just wants it to be as nice and inviting as possible when Josh comes in without making it seem like he’s trying too hard. He slips into what he knows is one of Josh’s favorite things to see him in- some form-fitting grey sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, and a cut-up tank showing off his beautifully sculpted torso. He leaves his hair down for the moment, knowing Josh likes to watch him tie it back in the heat of the moment. He quickly brushes, rinses with a little mouthwash and glances over his reflection, making sure he’s ready.Not long after comes Josh’s soft tapping on the door, excitedly Danny crosses the room and opens the door for his friend, pressing him up against it with a sweet kiss as soon as it’s swung shut.

“Mmm, hi.” Josh mumbles against Danny’s lips, arms winding around his waist.

“I heard you on the bus, you know. Wanted to come in there so badly…” Danny whispers back, nose running along Josh’s jawline.

A small squeak emanates from the back of this throat,”I wouldn't have minded… maybe next time?”

Danny smiles into his neck, he can feel Josh's breathing pick up, and he cups his hand against Josh, his cock already hardening.

“Eager for me aren't you?”

Danny places hot wet kisses to the sensitive skin on Josh's throat, feeling him twitch and continue to harden under his palm.

A breathy,”Always,” slips from Josh's mouth.

Danny backs away, and Josh can feel his body crying out for more of his touch. He motions to the bed silently telling Josh to climb into it. Danny follows, pulling his tattered shirt off as he approaches the end of the bed. He smirks at the sight of the bottle of lube that Josh placed onto his nightstand,” You remembered it.”

Josh slides his oversized t shirt over his head from his seated position in the fluffy comforter,” I wouldn't forget such a request. Especially for you Danny.”

Danny crawls up the bed, pushing Josh to his back. He looms over Josh, his curls creating a curtain shielding their faces, Josh looks up at him, his eyes round and full of adoration.

“Ya know Danny, I kinda have a little crush on you.”

Danny barks a laugh, his eyes squinting,” I'd hope so! We keep ending up in bed together, I'd hope you'd have at least a little crush on me.”

Josh cranes his neck up, captures Danny's lips between his,” I want you. Want you to fuck me this time.”

“Yeah? How do you want it, Joshy?” Danny says in a near growl, tongue coming out to lick a broad stripe up the side of Josh’s neck.

Josh’s voice comes out as a whimper, Danny invading all his senses, “Ruin me. Please, daddy?” big doe eyes staring right into Danny’s. Danny’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, reeling himself in from what he really wants to do in that moment- fuck him until he can’t remember his own name. Which he will do, especially if Josh wants it that way- but he’s going to have his fun first.

He crashes his lips to Josh’s again, a sharp nip to his plush bottom lip making him gasp out a moan. His hands wander all over the expanse of Josh’s chest, trailing down his waist leaving little goosebumps in his wake. One of Josh’s hands moves to palm Danny over his sweats, feeling him already hard and aching for his touch. “You’re so hard,” Josh murmurs against Danny’s lips, “is that for me?”

Danny hums, fingers roaming over the bare skin of Josh’s abdomen. “You know it is.” He tangles one hand in Josh’s curls, tilting his head back exposing his throat to litter with kisses. One bite to the sensitive spot behind Josh’s ear has him whining Danny’s name, hips involuntarily bucking against his in a desperate attempt to gain friction. Danny gently squeezes Josh’s shoulders and Josh takes the hint without any further prompting, dropping to his knees in front of the bed before him.

As soon as his knees touch the carpet, he’s placing kisses and love bites over every inch of Danny he can access, letting his fingers play with the waistband of his sweats. His thumbs hook into the sides, sliding the material down as Danny raises his hips to make it easier, leaving Danny fully bare, all tan skin and rippling muscle against the stark white comforter. He takes Danny’s achingly hard length in hand, slowly stroking from base to tip while he litters the plush tip with soft kisses, just barely letting his teeth graze the underside. He pulses in Josh's grasp,he moans,” Do it again. Use your teeth again, felt nice.”

Gently Josh takes him deep into his mouth, softly raking his teeth up the length of his cock. Danny's breath shudders out as he moans, his back arching into Josh's touch. He leans up onto his elbows, his eyes dark and his hair messy,” Bite it a little bit.”

Josh's eyes flick to Danny's, wanting confirmation. Danny nods his head, as Josh's teeth press down on the swollen head of his cock. He applies gentle pressure, not enough to really hurt him.

Danny's jaw hangs slack, and he throws his head back in a moan once he feels the sensations of Josh's tongue swirling across his slit. His hips buck and immediately Josh eases the tension he has around his cock and he pulls off of him,” Like a little pain? That's really hot Danny.”

Josh stands and pushes his sweats off, letting his cock spring free, Danny pulls at his arm beckoning him back into bed,” Come on, get up here, gotta get you prepped. God, I wanna ruin you already.”

He lays down on the center of the bed, spreading his legs allowing Danny to get situated in between them. Carefully Danny lays down on his stomach, and spreads Josh's legs even further.

Josh speaks up, his eyes glued to the ceiling fan above him,” It. Uh- it shouldn't take too long to get me prepped. I had a plug in on the bus…”

A smirk grows on Danny's lips as his fingers trace soft circles against Josh's entrance, the hole still slightly slick with residual lube.

“So dirty Josh, fuck. Is that why you couldn't keep quiet baby? Hips rocking to feel that delicious pressure where you needed it while you fucked your fist.”

Dannys cock throbbed, pulsing as it was nestled in the sheets, the imagery and dirty talk was egging him on too.

Josh hands him the bottle of cum lube, now mostly empty,” Gonna have to get more soon, can't be out of your favorite,” he teases as he squirts a small amount on his fingers.

“Wait! I wanna flip over, wanna grind while you finger me.”

Danny sits up, allowing Josh to get into the position he wants, hitching one leg totally bent and open as he flexes his hips into the mattress. Danny lays beside him, pressing his hot length into Josh's thick thigh as his lubed fingers find his entrance once more. Gently he eases them in, resistance less than he remembers it being from before.

“All the way Danny, I can take two.”

Danny trusts him, having his pointer finger join his middle. In and out he finger fucks him in time with his thrusts. His mind spirals as his eyes hone in on the creamy lube gathering around the base of his fingers. The visual appearing like he's finger fucking his cum back into him.

Josh’s moans steadily grow louder and needier, the feeling of Danny’s fingers stretching him out simultaneously too much and not enough. He curls his fingers just right and Josh’s need overtakes his patience, “more. Please, I need more,” his voice shakes a bit as his hand maneuvers behind him to tightly grip Danny’s wrist.

He slows the pace of his hips rocking into the mattress when Danny retracts his first two fingers, pushing back in with the addition of his ring finger. The additional stretch comes with a slight sting that’s instantly forgotten as soon as Danny finds that sweet spot again, his body practically melting into the bed as he abuses that spot.

It doesn’t take long for Josh to speak up again, begging for more, “Fuck, please- I’m ready. I need you, need your cock.” he whines, hips pushing back into Danny’s fingers like even his body was pleading for Danny, outside of Josh’s control. Danny leans down and kisses over the small of Josh’s back while he slips his fingers out of him and coats his length in the slick, creamy fluid.

“Turn over, pretty boy. I wanna see your face when I fuckin’ ruin you.” Danny growls, mouth moving a little lower to leave a trail of kisses along the swell of Josh’s ass before sinking his teeth into the softness of his inner thigh.

Josh flips himself over and Danny has to just take him in for a moment- lips kiss-swollen and slick from being licked and bitten, eyes dark with pure lust, cock flushed red, twitching and leaking where it rests against his stomach. “Fuck.” Danny groans, unable to resist- he leans in and sucks Josh’s swollen tip between his lips, flicking his tongue over his slit, savoring the taste of his precum on his tongue. Josh gasps, back arching at the unexpected sensation of Danny’s mouth.

“Daddy, please!” Josh cries out, hips thrusting without intending to, sending his length further down Danny’s throat making him force back a gag. Danny’s strong hands grip both Josh’s hips, pinning them down to the bed eliciting a pitiful whimper from Josh’s lips. Danny takes the hair tie wrapped around his wrist between his teeth before haphazardly tying his mane of curls back, little tendrils escaping here and there framing his beautiful face.

“Needy boy just needs to be taken care of, huh? Couldn’t even wait for me, had to fuck yourself on the bus like the desperate little slut you are. I bet you imagined it was me deep inside of you too, didn’t you baby?” He taunts, crawling over Josh’s body taking his own cock in hand lining himself up. Josh's eyes roll and clamp shut, the pleasure of Danny sliding inside of him instantly removing the bratty thoughts. Danny stills once he's buried inside, letting Josh adjust. He peppers little kisses on the damp skin of his forehead and his nose,” Feel okay?”

Josh pants, hips wiggling, clenching around him,”Please move! I need it fuck I need it.”

Gently he rolls his hips forward, and Josh claws at his own chest, nails digging into his soft pectoral muscles,” You feel so good!”

Danny grits his teeth as Josh clenches around him, already greedy. Josh's hand snakes down, grasping himself already desperate.

Danny slows his hips, his clean hand coming up to pet Josh's hair back,” Slow down baby, you're working yourself up already. Just feel me, you know I'll make you feel good.”

He takes some steady inhales calming himself,”You're right. I know you will.”

“I need you to stop clenching so hard, or it'll be over before you know it.”

Josh continues to relax his body,” There you go, there's my good boy.”

He picks up the pace, his hips rolling at a steady in and out his tip nudging against the spot Josh loves so much.

Whines and moans freely flow from Josh's lips,” More Danny please! Touch me.”

Danny stills once more, grabbing the bottle of lube, theatrically dripping it onto Josh's tip. His eyes flick to Josh's face and he sees his cheeks reddened and his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you like that Joshy? Want me to stroke your pretty cock with your cum? It'll feel so, so good. I wanna be covered in it, all hot and silky on my skin. Does my pretty boy want to be edged? Get so, so close to bursting, making you beg for me to let you go?’

Danny smiles as Josh cries and whimpers beneath him, the word yes spilling from his lips like a mantra. Danny situates himself up on his knees, pulling Josh's hips into his lap, one of his hands holds his hip in an iron grip and the other loosely strokes his length. He can't help but grin when he feels him already pulsing in his hand. His hand increases speed along with his thrusts, pushing him closer to the release he's going to deny.

“More! More Danny, please please please!”

He increases his speed and pressure once again, railing him into the mattress. Danny looks at Josh, eyes full of love and adoration as he desperately thrashes underneath him.

“Stop! Stop! I'm gonna cum, stop!”

Danny removes his hand letting his length fall back against his stomach watching it swell. He slows his hips, leaning forward kissing Josh softly as he comes back from the edge of release. Despite knowing Josh like the back of his hand and having complete faith in his own ability to know when Josh is ready to keep going, Danny still waits for the cue from him before starting to move again. “You’re such a good boy, Josh. Telling me when you’re close so you don’t cum without permission.” Danny coos, leaning down to steal a kiss, chuckling softly when Josh’s lips try to chase his own after pulling away.

The amount of time it takes for Josh to be teetering on the edge of coming undone is much shorter this time, Danny’s cock pounding into him relentlessly effectively pushing any other thoughts out of his head. His eyes flutter as Danny reduces him to nothing but a needy, whimpering mess, no longer wishing to serve any purpose other than being a warm place for Danny to put his cock. When Danny’s hand wraps around Josh’s length once more, Josh’s eyes snap open, a high pitched moan tearing from his chest. “Don’t! Fuck, wait.” He breathes, squeezing Danny’s hand in his own, stopping his movements. Danny freezes, awaiting further instructions, worried he may have pushed too far. “If you touch me right now I’ll cum. Please, I wanna hold on for you.” Josh begs, the fucked-out tone in his voice the sweetest sound in Danny’s ears. Danny’s hips still as well, opting to let Josh fully recover before he starts up again, not willing to let the fun be over just yet.

At Josh’s soft, breathy ‘okay, now’, Danny’s hips resume their rhythm, rocking in and out steadily, gradually building up his pace. “Fuck, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock like this. So soft, so warm, so fucking perfect.” Danny moans out between thrusts. By edging Josh he’s also denying himself and his desire is roaring through him now, blind to anything other than the incessant need. Josh’s eyes roll back and he can barely even register the noises both of them are making with the overwhelming pleasure rolling through his whole body.

“Danny-“ Josh groans, any coherent thought long gone as he nears the brink once again.

“You close, pretty boy?” Danny croons, teasing his thumb over Josh’s tip making him shudder.

“Y-yes, fuck, stop!” His eyes are screwed shut and his breathing is labored, abdomen decorated with his own precum as well as the little droplets of lube that Danny had dripped on him. Josh lets out one long exhale as he comes down from yet another denied high, part of him wanting to cum but the other part wanting to see how far Danny is going to take it.

“Tell me Josh. Does it feel good?” Danny grunts, trailing his fingers across Josh’s chest before pinching a nipple.

“Push them up for me,” Danny says, grabbing at the sides of Josh's pecs, smushing them together like a pair of tits. Josh's hands take over, keeping his chest squished, giggling,” There's not that much there!”

Danny smirks, lowering his face to his chest, nuzzling into his soft squishy skin, before placing his mouth over his hardened nipple. His tongue swirling wet circles around the bud,” Fuck! That's good!”

Danny can't help it, his body is aching for relief, his hips start pounding into Josh, he starts chasing his high while his mouth worships his chest. Josh can barely hold on either, being denied too many times tonight.

Pitiful whines and cries escape his mouth, his head thrown back into the pillows. Red blotchiness covers his cheeks, neck and chest. A pool of sweat has gathered between his makeshift cleavage,” If you don't stop I'm gonna cum…”

Danny's breath is labored, his hair frizzy and disheveled,” I want you to Josh, I'm close too.”

In between gasps Josh pants out,”I want it in me this time,fuck, fill me up Danny.”

As those words leave his mouth, Danny's eyes roll and the only thing left on his mind is pleasure. His hips continue their grueling pace until they're stuttering, and Danny groans. Noise ripping deep from within his chest as he meets his end, emptying his hot load inside of the beautiful man beneath him.

The unique sensation of being filled is what drives Josh completely off the edge, his cock swells and bursts as his hips buck. White ropes of his release paint his stomach as his hand squeezes and milks out the last few drops he has left.

His body feels numb, his mind is hazy floating along on a cloud. Josh shivers as Danny's hot tongue comes in contact with his sweat cooled skin, lapping at the few dots of his mess that have splattered further up his chest. He shivers again as Danny's middle and ring finger swipe through the puddle on his stomach, gathering it. His jaw hangs slack as he watches him bring his fingers around, stuffing his own back entrance with Josh's mess.

A high pitched whine slips through his lips,”Danny…. So fucking hot.”

Danny leans down, capturing Josh's pouty lips between his own,” Gonna pull out now baby.”

As gently as he can he pulls his now soft length from his abused entrance, his eyes hone in on his mess dripping from his fluttering hole,” Wanna see it Joshy? I can take more pictures.”

“Please…”

He takes the few steps towards his nightstand, leaving Josh blissful in the middle of the bed. He's sure his limbs feel like jelly.

“Spread your legs wide for me,” he says zooming in and taking a few pictures.

“Can I take a video Josh?” Asking with his finger hovering over the record button.

Breathy he replies,” Yeah, that's fine.”

After hitting the button he watches as his hole clenches, trying to keep his mess in. Without thinking too much about it, his hand gathers what has dripped out, and he gently pushes it back inside.

“Good boy, keep it there.”

He stops recording, putting his phone back on his nightstand, and plugging the charger in. Josh, barely coherent, asks,” Can I stay? I don't feel like getting up, I don't really know if I can right now.”

“You know you're always more than welcome to stay.” Danny turns on his heel, going to the bathroom to get him supplies, a hot washcloth and the bottle of Tylenol.

When he gets back to the bed he smiles, Josh not moving an inch,”Gonna clean you up and then you've gotta sit up and take these. I didn't exactly go easy on you.”

Josh sighs and the warm damp cloth caresses his sensitive skin, cleaning up the mess the best it can.

Begrudgingly he sits up in bed, grabbing the water and pills Danny has in his outstretched hand,” Thank you. My lower back is sore already.”

Danny juts out his bottom lip, he was hoping to avoid causing him discomfort,” Come. Lay on me and I'll rub your back.”

Danny gets in bed, getting comfortable and opening his arms to let Josh lay in them. The smaller man's body fitting perfectly against his own, he brings his palms to the small of his back, kneading the sore muscles. He can feel him melting against him,” You did so good for me Josh.”

Danny's hands wander, rubbing his soothing touch over his shoulders, and his hips.

Josh places soft, barely awake kisses against his neck, whispering,” Thank you for taking care of me. I love you Danny.”

Danny turns his head, pressing his lips to the shaved side of Josh's head,” I love you too Josh, I'll always take care of you.”

The labels on their relationship didn't matter, Danny would always be whatever Josh needed he was so easy to love.