#slight biadore

[artificialqueens]

Hi, I'm The Emotionally Repressed Girl Who Ran From Her Latent Homosexual Feelings for Ten Years, Trixie Mattel! (Trixya) - Iris

Hi, Hello, Good day, friends!

I… don’t know what the fUCK I’m doing. But that’s okay because I love Trixya, and I’m willing to do anything for them!

Well, okay, like I said it’s my first try at actually writing and publishing a fic, so I’m bearing my soul(my soul is comprised of Trixya obvi) and hoping y'all enjoy this as much as I do. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated! This is a pretty indulgent fic for me, and it’ll primarily focus on the nine years prior to the first chapter! Lots of soft!Trixya moments tbh. They perform Rocky Horror with all your favorite queens(including the OG Queen herself), and honestly, I’m just excited to write it for you lovely guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I really hope you enjoy yourselves and don’t hate me for the angst that is to inevitably come!m Say hello to me at @wewouldbeheroes on Tumblr! I’d really appreciate the company!

Chapter 1: Fishnet Stockings, High Boots, & Delicate Conversation in Present December

Snow danced in the mid-December air as Trixie urgently walked down the cultural district of Boston, her hands shoved in the pockets of the long-coat that she borrowed from her mom. She was shivering and trying to remind herself why she thought a damn dress was a good idea for this climate. The air whipped under her skirt, and her teeth clattered for the third time in the last ten minutes. She was already exhausted, and the cold wasn’t helping. Why she thought booking a red-eye from Milwaukee to Boston was a good idea, she’ll never fucking know. Saving money? Fuck money, she’ll take the sleep and decent food, thank you very much.

           One month ago, Trixie Mattel got a call she’d never expect in a million years. RuPaul Charles, her director from a cabaret in Boston she worked at, nearly ten years ago, had somehow found her number, despite having no contact in all this time. God knows how, but Trixie always said RuPaul works in mysterious ways. They reminisced on the phone for hours, about old performances, and old friends. Trixie enjoyed the conversation, despite the fact she hadn’t had much to contribute. While Ru was off being a newlywed with his husband Georges, Trixie was working back in small town Wisconsin, helping her mom with her siblings and taking a receptionist job at the local elementary school. She can’t say she particularly disliked her entire existence, or that Wisconsin was just a reminder of everything she ever hoped she would never be, but it wasn’t all bad, that’s for sure. She contemplated leaving, but she wanted to help her family. And as her step-father so lovingly put it: “It was her duty,”.

So, there she was, in a dead-end town. Most of the kids from school had married by now, she was twenty-eight after all, and her friendships had all but fallen apart after Trixie had left for Boston. Most of them had even popped out a child or two, and Trixie found it hard to relate and/or enjoy one second of their company. So, when RuPaul had asked Trixie to spend a week at the Cabaret for a reunion performance she was hosting, how could Trixie ever say no?

After confirming her attendance, Trixie threw herself in bed, fully panicking. Was everyone going to be there? What if she was the only one to show up? What if she decided not go, and was the only who didn’t? She did enough damage when she left last time. What if they all hated her? What if she saw Katya? Of course, she’ll see Katya, she was as much a part of that cast as anyone else. How would Katya react to seeing her? Things would be weird, of course. Would she be prepared to handle that? Maybe Katya would just ignore her the whole time? Which honestly sounded like a pretty good option.

Her family, naturally, tried to discourage the trip. And they almost succeeded, too, especially with thoughts of Katya running wild in her head (like maybe Katya would throw a drink on her when she first saw her??), but Trixie realized if she didn’t go now, she never, ever would. She would just have to cross the Russian bridge when she got to it. She packed her guitar, her harp, and her suitcase and left for the airport the next morning.

           Trixie’s last time in Boston was potentially one of the best and worst times of her life. That was when things were changing for her. For better or worse, Trixie still wasn’t sure. She was only nineteen at the time, and how much can a nineteen-year-old comprehend about life-long lessons and impact? She found parts of herself she didn’t even know existed. And she loved that. But she also found a Pandora’s Box worth of things she didn’t dare try and open. And it didn’t take much for her to plunge back into Wisconsin, after barely making a home on these busy city streets. She did like it here in Boston. She liked the diversity, the hustle and bustle of city life. There was always something to occupy yourself with here. It wasn’t like Wisconsin, and that, perhaps, was the best part.

           Trixie, desperate to relieve herself of the cold, cut through a few alleys to get to the Cabaret, it’s funny, how well she still knew the Boston streets. She walked into a shabby-looking building, with broken lights, chipped brick, and ripped, wet, paper signs just outside the door. It’s clear the place had seen it’s better years, but Trixie didn’t seem to notice as she retched open the doors to get out of the cold. Warmth flooded her body, and she silently praised Ru for always being a cold blood.

           Expectations were rather high, as Ru always kept his cabaret as elegant as possible. Nice furniture, the smell of incense and a bit of alcohol reminded her more of home than her actual home did. And, she wasn’t disappointed. Barstools were neatly pushed in where they weren’t being used. High dining tables scattered the house, with equally high chairs, padded with nice, velvet cushions. Even the stage had a fresh coat of black paint on it, and the curtains had been replaced in the last ten years, she noticed. This was home to her, she wondered why she left.

          “… Trixie?”

           Oh.

           In an instant, Trixie felt her stomach drop to the floor. Already? She thought. She faced the bar, and the voice that came from behind it.

           “Katya. Hey.” She said shortly. This was not good. Not good at all. She hadn’t mentally prepared herself for an encounter this early. She braced herself. She braced herself for the potential yelling, for a drink to be dumped on her head. Anything.

           But nothing came.

           “I didn’t think you’d come to the reunion. In fact, Ru didn’t even tell me you were invited.” Katya shifted her weight and cocked her hip out as she looked Trixie up and down.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Trixie, deciding it was probably okay to move towards Katya, inched her way over to the bar.

Katya shrugged. “Dunno. I’m just surprised you came.”

There was a pause and Trixie took their momentary lapse in conversation to give Katya the same scrutinizing eye. She was slim as ever, clad in a white and black checked dress. She couldn’t see her legs behind the bar, but Trixie would put money on those muscular thighs being clad in fishnets and high boots. Katya’s hair had grown, in fact, it looked like it hadn’t been cut in the last nine years. Long, blonde waves, darker at the roots that cascaded over her shoulders. It had lots of volume, and Trixie can’t remember a time Katya’s hair looked like it had so much effort put into it.

           “So,” Katya spoke up. “Can I get you a drink?” Trixie was pulled out of her daze, and back into the reality of her current situation. Her stomach flipped again.

           “Oh, uh, water would be nice.” Trixie sat down on one of the barstools and began to notice the place was practically empty. There were a few lowly looking men, scattered at tables, but that was it. Trixie’s brow creased, the place used to be packed. “So,” she began, watching Katya move about behind the counter. “How have you been?”

           “Fine.” Katya set the glass down firmly in front of Trixie and popped a straw in the top before going about cleaning up a little.

           “That’s good to hear.” Trixie nodded, fiddling with the straw and staring at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room and not Katya.  

           Katya pursed her red-streaked lips. “You?”

           “No complaints.”

           “You still living in Wyoming?” Katya finally looked up from the impeccably clean shot glass she was wiping down.

           “Wisconsin.” Trixie corrected, finally deciding that her water deserved more than to just be played with and ogled at. She took a sip and cringed at the pink ring her lipstick left on the straw.

           “Mm.” Katya nodded slowly and tossed her rag beneath the counter, before folding her arms over her chest and gazing at Trixie coolly.

           Trixie shifted in her seat. “So, who’s all coming to this… thing? Our whole cast?”

           Katya looked down at her feet and back up again. “Uhm, Adore is flying in from Cali, I know. Violet still lives here and so does Kim.” Katya’s eyes roamed the room as she thought. “Plus, you, me, Bianca.” She paused. “We haven’t heard from Aja, yet. Oh, and Ginger is trying to get time off her rehearsals, so we’ll see.”

           “Alaska?”

           “No, I don’t think so. She hasn’t responded to anyone’s phone calls so…” Katya shrugged. “She’ll probably show up unannounced. She always like to make an entrance.”

           Trixie smiled at the thought. “Probably.”

           There was a beat of silence as the two ran out of things to say, yet again. Katya was fiddling with an end of her hair, and Trixie went back stirring her water.

           “How’s Ru? And Georges?” She knew perfectly well how they were.

           “Oh.” Katya smiled briefly, and Trixie got a glimpse at those perfect teeth. “They’re really good, still… really in love and… super gay.” Katya chuckled.

           “What about you? Still a lesbian?” Trixie regretted the words as soon as they passed her lips. Something passed over Katya’s face, an unidentifiable emotion and she crooked her lips and laughed.

           “Yeah, Trixie. I am.” Katya bit her lip. “Seeing anyone in Wyoming?”

           Trixie investigated her cup again. “Nah, no. Not a lot of pickings in Wisconsin.”

           “Not a lot of lesbians?” She mused.

           Trixie sucked in a breath and pretended she didn’t hear the question. “So why is Ru planning this little reunion performance?” She asked, her eyes elsewhere as she hoped Katya wouldn’t press the previous issue.

           Katya was silent for a moment. “A lot of us have moved on, Trix. We had good times, it’s been almost ten years and none of us even… text. Or follow each other on Instagram.” Katya shrugged. “You didn’t have to come, you know.”

           “I wanted to.”

           “…Well, I’m glad you did.” Katya pursed her lips again, giving Trixie a hard gaze. Almost a challenge. She didn’t respond, and, instead, rapped her nails against the bar counter. Trixie felt bad. What was she supposed to say to that? She knows Katya’s implications, and she wasn’t a lesbian. So why entertain the idea that they could ever be anything more than friends? Or even that? Katya was the soul reason it was so hard for her to come back here. She could face nearly everything else, she really, really could. She could face the girls scolding her for just disappearing almost ten years ago, she could face Ru, despite never calling like she promised. But facing Katya, was a whole can of worms she was so unwilling to open.

         “Trixie?”

          “Hm?”

“Let me take you on a tour, for old times sake?” Katya offered, coming out from behind the bar.

           “Don’t you have to work?”

           Katya surveyed the restaurant with haughty smirk. “Oh, yeah, customers are fighting for my attention.” Trixie glimpsed at the house again. The same lowly guys were minding themselves at their tables, doing God knows what.

           “Yeah, that’s true.” Trixie responded with a laugh. “Yeah, okay, a quick tour.”

           “Great, cunt, let’s start in the office.” Katya grinned softly in that Katya fashion, and came out from behind the bar, untying her apron as she did. And lo and behold:

           Fishnets and high boots.

[doctor-bitchcraftt]

Slowly but surely submitting all of my AO3 Biadore content for ArtificialQueens.  

Also, I realized I may have a *slight* Bianca problem.

Not sorry about it.

[aqlemonade]

Family Reunion - Biadore

Summary: Danny, Ivy, and Kurt pick Roy up from the airport after a month on tour.

AN: I’ve had this idea for a long while. I finally got tired of thinking about it and decided to actually write it. This got a lot longer than I expected it to, so I did cut out a few scenes I wanted to incorporate in the fic. I’ll write a second part, or separate one shots for them later.

A little tidbit: The kiss thing Kurt does in this fic is actually what I used to do when I was a baby!

Danny glanced in the mirror to get a glimpse of his children in the back seat. He smiled to himself as he turned his attention to the road.

“Are you excited to see Daddy, Ivy?” The young child had been kicking her feet happily while staring out of the window.

“Yeah!” She yelled, which made Danny chuckle. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

“What about your brother? Does he look excited?”

Ivy leaned over to peek at Kurt. His car seat still had to face inwards, Danny couldn’t see the baby’s face. “Mhm! He’s laughing!” Ivy tried to give her brother a kiss, but the seatbelt had pulled her small body back. She just tapped him on the head instead, returning her attention to looking out of the window.

“How long, Dad?” A slight whine in her voice. Danny could tell she was growing impatient and missing Roy more every second. A month was a long time for that little girl to go without her father. He tried his best to step in, to distract her from the longing. Ivy and Roy had a special connection that no amount of gummy worms could make feel better when he was gone.

“Only a few more minutes until we’re there, okay? Then Daddy’s plane lands a bit after that. Do you have the sign you made him with you?”

“Here!” Ivy held out the rolled up poster that she had decorated the night before proudly. “All by myself!”

“All by yourself!” Danny returned the same energy when speaking to his child. “Are you gonna tell Daddy you did it all by yourself? I know he’d really love that.”

“Yeah!” She hugged the paper to her chest the rest of the ride there.

——

Danny pushed Kurt in his stroller through the busy airport. “Hold my hand, Ivy,” he instructed his rambunctious daughter. The last thing he wanted to happen was for her to get lost in the chaos. Ivy wrapped her hand around her dad’s, his fist completely covering her smaller one.

“Food!” Ivy pointed out when they started passing all of the cafes. “Can we get food, Dad?” She began tugging him in the direction of a pastry display.

“No, Ivy. We just had dinner. You have to go to bed when we get home. Do you want a tummy ache before you sleep?”

“No,” she pouted.

Truthfully, Danny just didn’t want her to spoil her appetite or fill herself up on airport food. He and Roy had been planning on surprising her with a trip to an ice cream shop before they went home so they could spend some family time together.

——

Danny bounced Kurt on his knee, making the chubby baby giggle as they waited for Roy. “Daddy!” Ivy practically screamed Danny into partial deafness. When he turned to his daughter she was no longer next to him.

“Ivy!?” Danny yelled, standing up with Kurt in his arms to scan the crowd with no luck of setting eyes on his daughter. “Roy, get her!” There was no sight of his husband either, only hope that he was close enough to hear him and close enough to grab Ivy before someone else did.

Danny strapped Kurt up in his stroller as quickly as possible. His heart raced as he began blindly wondering around for his family.

——

“Daddy!” Ivy yelled again as she approached her father. Her body could barely keep up with the pace of her legs. Her Welcome Home Daddy sign flopped in the breeze as she sped towards him.

Roy shot a wide grin at the sight of his daughter running in his direction. “Is that my sweet girl?” He called out to the child who radiated joyfulness. He lowered himself onto the ground so he could be at her height, opening his arms wide enough to engulf her in a hug when she jumped into them. Holding his daughter after a month of not being able to felt like new life filling his soul.

Roy squeezed her tightly, rocking her back and forth a bit as they hugged. This was undoubtedly the longest Roy had been away since he and Danny had Ivy. She was older, and Danny had experience being alone with a baby; They thought it’d be easier and the money was good enough to make Roy say yes, but never again. He didn’t know how emotionally draining it would be being away from his kids for such a long time. The pretty chunk of change he earned from working nonstop just wasn’t worth missing a month of their lives.

Roy lifted Ivy off of the ground, slinging her across his hip.

“I made this, Daddy! All by myself!” Ivy showed Roy the unraveled poster paper. Welcome Home Daddy was sloppily written with a new color for every letter. She had squeezed out a few unrecognizable designs with glitter glue to fill up the empty space. Small metallic heart stickers were spread around as well.

Roy put on his best shocked face. “Ivy! That is so good!” He helped hold the poster open so he could get a better look at it. “Very pretty, honey! I like the little hearts,” He pointed to a blue one in the corner. “Thank you so much!”

All the praise had Ivy beaming. Her daddy liked her poster and nothing could have made her heart happier. “Welcome,” She said almost shyly. “I wrote that (or dat as Ivy said) too, by myself.” Her little hand had hit the middle of the sign.

“I see! I’m very proud of you!” Roy made sure to validate his daughter. He kissed her cheek. Ivy puckered her lips for another kiss, groaning for her father’s attention until Roy gave her a peck.

“Missed you,” The child’s expression dropped.

Roy attempted swaying her a bit to cheer her up. “I missed you too, Ivy. I’m not gonna be away like that again, okay?” He looked at his daughter for an answer.

“Okay. Promise (which sounded a lot like pwomise the way Ivy had said it)?”

“Pinky.” Roy hooked Ivy’s pinky with his own and they both blew on their hands before exchanging another peck. It was their secret pinky promise routine that was special just between the two of them.

“There you are!” Danny was heard before he was seen. “Ivy, don’t ever run away from me like that again, do you understand me!?” The small child frowned at her dad’s tone, looking up at her daddy to defend her with the same doe eyes Danny gave him all the time. They both knew how that made him melt and had no problem using it to their advantage.

“You can’t run away from us Ivy, especially in a crowded place like this.” Roy backed Danny up much to Ivy’s disappointment. The girl stuck her tongue out at her dad before laying her head on her daddy’s shoulder.

With Danny coming in on full dad mode, Roy hadn’t had the chance to greet his baby or his husband. “Is that who I think it is?” An over exaggerated baby voice was something Roy couldn’t help talking to his son in. For a moment the baby just stared at him with shock and confusion on his face. Roy almost began to worry that his child had forgotten who he was in the time he was gone. Almost. 

Kurt blinked a few times before bursting out in hysterics. The baby screamed on the top of his lungs, earning quite a few glares from the people around them. He sobbed, reaching up for his father while making grabby hands towards him. Roy’s heart sunk. “Aaw, my baby. I’m here now. Daddy’s here.”

Danny circled around the stroller to unbuckle Kurt and put him in Roy’s free arm. The boy’s tantrum stopped abruptly now that his daddy was holding him. A giant smile spread across his face. The pureness of the moment made Roy want to cry. “Hi Kurt, hi baby. I missed you,” He cooed softly at his son who probably didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. His tone had translated however, making Kurt laugh and squeal.

The baby began to wiggle in Roy’s arms, clearly getting worked up by the excitement of the moment. Kurt grabbed Roy’s face, opened his mouth, and devoured Roy’s cheek. He pulled away, smacking his lips together to make a popping sound before smiling and giggling again.

Kurt knew from watching and getting kisses from his family that you used your lips and it made a noise. The baby just hadn’t figured out how to piece that all together yet. The mistake was a pretty damn adorable one.

Roy pressed a kiss to Kurt’s forehead in return, the baby repeating the process of his special kisses. Roy pecked him again, then Kurt slobbered on his cheek again. They continued this back and forth long enough for Danny to get a video to post on Instagram before Ivy interrupted. “Me next!” She declared, becoming jealous of the attention her little brother had been receiving. Ivy turned Roy’s head in her direction to give him smooches. Kurt started getting fussy when all eyes (and kisses) weren’t on him.

“I think it’s my turn,” Danny chimed in to save his husband from becoming a tug of war toy between Ivy and Kurt. The couple’s eyes lit up when they met each other’s. With all of the havoc of Roy reuniting with the kids, they hadn’t had the chance to properly look at each other; To really embrace and take in the moment. A warmth filled Danny’s chest that spilled out through a soft smile. Roy’s heart nearly caved in, his husband was glowing.

As much as Roy wanted to, both arms being occupied by his kids prevented him from hugging Danny. Thankfully, the fact that he wouldn’t get squeezed in return didn’t stop Danny from wrapping his arms around Roy’s waist. His head rested on Roy’s chest while his eyes fluttered shut so he could better absorb the moment. He nuzzled his cheek into the soft sweater Roy was wearing, inhaling his scent after having to cuddle up with a pillow for a month just to get a breath of his husband.

Roy smirked down at him. Danny was the sweetest, most sentimental person Roy knew. He was soft and delicate; Unafraid to show that vulnerability, and it made Roy crumble at his fingertips. Roy let a kiss lingerie to the top of Danny’s head. He smelled like strawberry shampoo and Kurt’s baby powder. Roy snickered fondly, kissing him again.

“I’m happy to see you,” Roy broke the unusual silence that had fallen over his family. Danny beamed at him, and Roy couldn’t help but to seek out his lips. They kept it PG in front of the kids, exchanging a kiss they held to under a minute and a few follow up pecks.

“Ew, Daddies!” Ivy scrunched her face up.

“Oh, you think that’s gross?” Danny teased. The young girl nodded her head.

“What about this?” He attacked Ivy’s cheek with kisses and tickled her tummy, making her giggled and squeal loudly. Roy chuckled as he watched his daughter and husband interact, providing Kurt with attention when the baby started getting jealous.

“No, that’s okay!” She answered when he had stopped.

Danny stepped back from them. The distance allowed Roy to eye him up and down. “You look beautiful,” He said sincerely. Danny’s hair was thrown into a messy bun that flopped to one side of his head, his shirt was tattered beyond recognition, he wore flannel pajama pants and a coat that was too bulky for California.

“Stop it,” Danny bit into his bottom lip, his eyes shuffling to the floor. A compliment from his husband always had Danny behaving like a school girl. He used to brush them off thinking Roy was pulling his leg. When he realized how deeply and wholeheartedly Roy meant every gushing comment that was shot his way, Danny couldn’t help getting flustered at them.

“Dad pretty!” Ivy joined in, pointing at her father.

“He is, isn’t he?” Roy ‘whispered’ loudly enough that Danny could hear.

A blush painted Danny’s cheeks bright red. He shook his head, “Alright, enough. Let’s get these kids home,” Danny put an end to the reunion, and the compliments. He took Kurt from Roy’s arm. His son excitedly wove his fists in the air when he took hold of him. Kurt grabbed at Danny’s face, extorting more kisses from him before being put back in his stroller.

“No!” Ivy screamed when Roy placed her feet on the ground, prompting him to lift her back up. She wrapped her small arms around her father’s neck, just like she had always done since she was a baby.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Ivy nodded yes, and with that they were headed out of the airport.

“Daddy, hold your sign!” Ivy urged Roy as they walked through the prominently less populated airport. She handed the poster off to him. He strode with it in pride.

“I’m gonna put this on the wall in my sewing room. Is that okay?”

Ivy clapped her hands together, “Yay!”

——

Roy handed Ivy off to Danny so he could buckle her up in her booster seat, repeating the process with Kurt. When the car door clicked shut Roy pulled Danny into a proper hug; The hug he wanted to give him when he first laid eyes on him after landing. Danny let out a long sigh, feeling as though he could finally breath again enveloped in Roy’s arms. He let himself relax; Allowed himself to fall apart for a moment. Roy was his comfort, and he hadn’t felt safety like this since he had left.

Roy kissed Danny’s temple, smiling to himself as he rested his chin on Danny’s head. They held each other for a bit. Roy rubbed Danny’s arm while Danny rubbed his back. They were an affectionate couple who were so used to having physical access to each other that a month apart took a huge toll on them. Their bodies ached for each other. Ached to feel the other’s embrace, a kiss on their forehead when they woke up, or the stray touch of their hands brushing when they both reached for the salt at dinner. They could manage without sex, that wasn’t exactly the hard part. The hard part came at night when all you wanted to do was flop over and find solace from the day in your love’s arms.

Danny directed Roy away from the side of the car, pulling him towards the back so they were out of their kid’s eye sight. He cupped Roy’s face in silence, smiling at him before going in for a kiss. It took not a second after their lips touched for it to get heated. Roy wound an arm around Danny, pressing their bodies together tightly. Danny moaned into Roy’s mouth as their tongues twirled around each other. The kiss was untamed, sloppy at that. They felt the overwhelming desire to devour each other and their kiss was reflective of that.

Danny pawed at Roy, panting against his lips. His husband’s arm around his waist getting tighter made Danny whimper into his mouth. Roy chuckled at the sound, pulling away and kissing the tip of Danny’s nose in the process. Danny leaned some of his body weight against Roy as he attempted to catch his breath. “You know,” Roy started with a smirk. “If the kids weren’t here I’d bend you over the hood of the car and fuck you like I used to.”

Goosebumps flared on Danny’s skin. The memories of sneaking around, and the feel of cold medal against his hot stomach came rushing back. It was an impulse at first, then a game, then a habit. The couple used to be separated more often than not, when they reunited a half hour car ride home was too long of a wait to touch each other; To be close again. Once Ivy was old enough to express her want to come pick up her dad or daddy they put an end to their airport parking lot affairs.

Danny bit his bottom lip, a suggestive look on his face. “Well, I do have a day trip to New York in a week,” he played with Roy’s sweater. “I’m sure my mom would let you drop the kids off with her if you wanted to come pick me up alone.” His green eyes flashed up at Roy with a look of innocence as if he didn’t know what he was suggesting.

It was so Danny, and Roy couldn’t help the fondness spreading through his chest. “I like that idea.” They exchanged smirks, then a much tamer kiss.

“We really have to get them home,” Danny’s responsible side kicked in. Sometimes it was hard not to forget that their lives revolved around two other lives now. They would love nothing more than to stand outside of their car kissing and catching up, but the babies inside of the car had to be put to bed soon.

“Alright, let’s go,” Roy agreed. They kissed, Roy squeezed Danny’s butt playfully, then back to parenting mode they went.

——

The car ride home was a quiet one. The kids were tired out. Kurt had fallen asleep while Danny and Roy were having their moment. Ivy stuck it out a bit longer. Roy watched her in the mirror fight sleep for ten minutes before she finally passed out.

“Shit,” Danny whispered to himself. “We were suppose to take them to get ice cream. I completely forgot.”

“It’s okay, babe. They wouldn’t have made it,” Roy reassured while looking back at their kids. “They’ve both been asleep for most of the ride. We’ll take them tomorrow.”

“I didn’t give them baths either, I thought we’d have more time than we did. Do you wanna wake them up when we get home, or should we just let ‘em sleep?” Danny missed having someone to make decisions with. Even something as simple as giving them a bath wasn’t as simple as it seemed, and he was thankful to have Roy to help with ultimate choice.

“I say let them sleep. We’ll throw ‘em in the washing machine in the morning.”

Danny laughed, “You’re awful.”

——

“Let’s try not to wake them up,” Roy whispered before he and Danny exited the car. They were careful not to let the doors slam. Danny grabbed Ivy while Roy grabbed Kurt. It had gotten dark out. Walking with your kid in your arms when you couldn’t see your own feet wasn’t a fun task, but the fathers had managed to get inside without a stumble.

“Meet in our bedroom?” Roy asked.

“Yeah. Good luck with yours.”

“Good luck with yours,” Roy returned. The couple parted ways. Danny taking Ivy to her room, Roy taking Kurt to his.

——

Danny let out his daughter’s pigtails to prevent a headache in the morning. He ran a comb through her hair a few times, too nervous about waking her up for the tugging of a brush. He slid her little shoes off, the accessories always made him laugh. They were so small that they looked like a novelty. A fresh pair of cozy pajamas replaced Ivy’s day clothes, which were now tossed in the hamper. Danny carefully placed Ivy in bed, pulling her blanket up to her chest and making sure she’d wake up with her favorite stuffed animal next to her. “I love you,” Danny said quietly, pressing a kiss to Ivy’s forehead.

Roy changed Kurt’s diaper. Just like his older sister, the baby loved his sleep. He hadn’t woken up once other than a slight whine when Roy switched the dirty diaper for a clean one. Roy was happy to find that the onesie with their family picture printed on it had been washed. He opted for that outfit, smiling affectionately when he snapped it on. “There you go,” Roy mumbled to his baby as he lifted him off of the changing table. He cradled Kurt in his arms, rocking him for a moment. He missed this; Holding his son, putting him to bed, changing his diaper. He missed being a father, and being around his babies. Kurt looked so much older. Ivy looked like she had shot up a few inches. He couldn’t leave them like this again. There was a good reason he and Danny had decided on a two week maximum away from the kids. Not until they were much, much older. Even then Roy wasn’t sure it’d be any easier. He kissed Kurt’s cheek, placed him down on his back in the crib, and checked to make sure the baby monitor was working. “Goodnight, sweet boy. I love you. Daddy’s gonna be home when you wake up. It’s been a long time since I have been, huh?” Roy rambled to the sleeping child.

——

Danny rubbed lotion into his thigh while Roy undressed on the edge of their bed.

“So, how were they?” Roy inquired about the kids while he was away.

Danny’s lotion bottle snapped closed. “They were pretty good. A bit fussy the first week without you, but once they got used to it they calmed down. They missed you though.” Danny sat down next to Roy. “Ivy kept asking about you. I couldn’t get Kurt to eat his peas. I still can’t, I don’t know how you do it.” Roy chuckled at that. Danny leaned his head on Roy’s shoulder.

“What about you?” Roy’s eyes flickered towards Danny. “How was all this on you? How’d you do with them?”

Danny shrugged. “It was hard. I’m so used to you being here that when you were gone I kinda felt like a single parent. I mean, once I got them into a routine it was a bit easier, but,” Danny clasped his fingers with Roy’s. “I wouldn’t want to do this without you.”

It made Roy feel so much better to hear. He felt guilt for leaving them for so long, then disposable when he saw how well they were doing without him. Danny’s reassurance meant the world to him. The kid’s reaction to seeing him today meant the world to him. Danny turned Roy’s face towards him and kissed his lips; Roy felt his husband’s smile against his. Danny kept kissing him, eventually moving to mount Roy. “I missed you,” Danny admitted between smacks of their lips.

“I missed you too, babygirl. So much.”

Danny groaned. “You know how it makes me feel when you call me that.” He leaned into Roy, his lips brushing his. “I just have to fuck you now.”

Roy’s pupils got darker, goosebumps rose on his skin. “I know,” He growled, pulling Danny into a deep a kiss. Roy licked his way pass Danny’s lips, their tongues meshing together and gliding over the other’s. Danny rucked Roy’s shirt up while they made out. His hand lingering on Roy’s skin. Sometimes his fingers would twitch, making Roy’s muscles jump with them. Danny’s hand drifted upwards, slowly smoothing over his husband’s warm skin. The sweater had followed with him. Once Danny reached Roy’s chest he broke away from him to pull the garment over his head.

Danny marveled at Roy. He was always so beautiful. Being pressed up against the body in front of him felt like home. This was home. Roy was home. Danny had so much love in his heart for his husband, he wanted to burst every time he saw him. While Roy was undoubtedly fucking hot, the love Danny harbored for Roy made Danny look at him like a God. Ethereal. Someone who deserved to be praised, and touched, and made to feel as gorgeous as they were.

Roy squeezing Danny’s hips brought him back to reality. The younger put his palms on Roy’s shoulders, guiding him to lay down. Danny followed. He nuzzled his nose with Roy’s, kissing the trace of a giggle off of Roy’s lips. He didn’t focus on that for long before moving to his neck. Roy’s eyes rolled back as Danny placed supple kisses to the sensitive flesh. His lips were so attentive, so soft, and so caring. Danny always strived to make Roy feel lavished with his love.

“Can I mark you?” Danny let his breath tickle Roy’s ear, dipping his tongue in the shell for good measure. Usually he would never even attempt it, but Danny wanted to mark Roy up. He wanted to look at his husband and know he did that. That he was the only person that could do that.

“Yes,” Was Roy’s answer. Danny didn’t waste much time. Roy hissed as plump lips began sucking and biting at his neck.

“Are you okay?” Danny asked while pressing soothing kisses and licks to the already bruising skin.

“Yeah,” Roy huffed out in response. Danny went back to sucking on the spot he was working on before. He started two hickeys on the side of Roy’s neck, alternating between the purple circles. He didn’t want to cause too much pain, or give Roy no relief from it. When he worked on one for long enough he switched to the other. Afterwards he’d kiss and lick, attempting to sooth the skin and let Roy relax.

Danny ran his fingers over the huge bruises on his husband’s neck. He felt so proud of them, and so proud to have Roy wearing them like a necklace. “Do you want more?” Danny didn’t want to stop. If Roy would allow him to turn his body into a giant hickey he would, but he had to allow  him first. Hickeys were still bruises. They were painful to receive and painful to live with after the act. Danny wasn’t giving him tiny bites that would go away in the morning, the sight of his neck as is would probably be disturbing to anyone who didn’t know how he got them. Danny wouldn’t inflict pain on Roy for his own pleasure unless Roy wanted it too.

“Please,” Roy breathed. On a normal day receiving hickeys wouldn’t be his favorite thing to do, but he wanted Danny’s marking on him. He wanted to look in the mirror and know Danny did that. He wanted to feel claimed, to have Danny’s stamp on him. For their friends to look at him and know they were from Danny. To know that Roy was his.

A new line of love bites started on the opposite side of Roy’s neck. Danny ground his ass on Roy’s lap, relishing in the gasp that sounded from his husband’s lips. Roy’s hands had been on Danny’s ass the whole time. If there was one way for Danny to distract Roy from anything it was his butt. Lap dances, grinding, or just strutting across the room in tight jeans was enough to get Danny out of most situations or entice Roy into them. His husband loved his ass and he sure as hell used that to his advantage.

“Shit, babe,” Danny laughed as he hovered over Roy. “You look like you got choked out,” He observed as he brushed his fingertips over the blooming bruises again. “You need some here though,” Danny dipped down to paint Roy’s throat, settling for just one when Roy asked him to stop. “That’s better,” Danny said.

Roy smiled lazily at Danny. The adrenaline of the moment drowning out the throbbing pain these would be causing otherwise. “It’s a good thing I don’t have to work for a while.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’d even want to try to cover these up. Baby, they’re so bad,” Danny covered his mouth to suppress his snickering. Seeing Roy with raging hickeys was new, exciting, and quite funny. Roy rolled his eyes. He was sure Danny was being his usual over-dramatic self.

“Roll your eyes again and you’re getting another one,” Danny teased, his tone playfully seductive.

“Oh, I am?” Roy challenged.

“Yeah,” Danny leaned down to kiss Roy, but before their lips could touch a knock on their bedroom door interrupted them.

“Daddies!“ They heard Ivy’s voice call for them on the other side.

“Shit,” Danny said quietly so she couldn’t hear it.

“Give us a minute, Ivy.” Roy answered.

“What do we do?” Danny started to panic. “I have a semi! I can’t answer the door for our daughter with a semi!” Ivy had walked in on them before, but it was easy enough throwing a blanket over your naked body, or taking your hand out of your partner’s pants. This…This Danny didn’t quite know how to handle.

“I’m hard! How do you think I feel!?”

“A bit better than me,” The joke was Danny’s natural reflexes to an awkward situation stepping in.

Roy lightly kicked him with the heel of his foot, “Not the time!”

“Right,” Danny agreed.

“Daddies!” Ivy yelled again, her knocking getting more frantic.

“We’re horrible parents. Our daughter needs us and we have boners! We can’t answer the door for our daughter because we have boners! We can’t have sex until they leave for college. That’s just what we’re gonna have to do—“

“Dan!” Roy cut Danny’s wild ramblings short. “Relax. Pull yourself together.” Roy yanked the sheet off of their bed, “And put this around your waist.” Danny complied. Nodding his head, he took the sheet and a few deep breaths. This is why he needed Roy around. They balanced each other out. When Danny didn’t have a solution to something, Roy did and vice versa.

Roy slipped his sweater back on and found the baggiest pair of pants either of them owned.

“You good?” He asked Danny before opening the door.

“Yeah. I’ll be soft in a minute.”

Roy signed, “Same.” It was more than obvious that the two were slightly annoyed by the disruption, but their kids came first. When you’re a parent you work on their time, not your own. Danny and Roy fully believed in that. They would put anything on hold if their babies needed them.

The biggest smile in the world was waiting for them when they opened the door. “Daddies!” Ivy mused sweetly. She reached up, grabbing for one of her fathers to pick her up. Roy took the bait, scooping his daughter up in his arms. It didn’t take long for Ivy’s smile to fade when she saw Roy’s neck. Tears welled in the child’s eyes as she began to cry. She pointed at the hickeys Danny so graciously gifted Roy with and let out a heart wrenching scream. “Daddy hurt,” Ivy sobbed.

They both fell into a fit of “Oh no,” and “It’s okay.” Danny felt awful. He gave Roy those hickeys and in return made their daughter cry.

“I’m not hurt, Ivy,” Roy tried to reassure her. “I’m okay. Daddy’s fine.” Though his words didn’t seem to be getting through to her.

As Danny watched on helplessly a lightbulb went off in his head. “Ivy, come here,” He took the sobbing child from Roy,

sitting down on the side of their bed with her in his lap. “Daddy’s not hurt. That’s paint!“ The child looked up at him curiously. “You see, I miss Daddy a lot when he goes to work. Married people who miss each other, when they finally get to spend some time together again they paint on each other! This is special paint so it’ll stay on for a while to remind Daddy how much I love him. See how it’s really red and purple?” Ivy looked at Roy then back at Danny to nod yes. “Soon it’s gonna be just purple, then it’ll turn yellow, then it won’t be there anymore.” Danny grabbed Ivy’s hand before she could poke Roy, who had sat down next to them during Danny’s explanation. “But you can’t touch Daddy’s paint because it doesn’t dry. It has to stay wet so his skin can breath.”

Ivy looked between them for an awkward moment. Danny hoped she had bought his story.

“Why don’t you have paint, Dad?”

“Because it’s only for the person who was away for a while,” Roy chimed in when he noticed Danny scrambling for an answer.

Ivy seemed to contemplate the idea. “Not hurt?” She asked Roy.

“No baby,” Roy cupped her cheek. “I’m not hurt.” He swiped away a few tears from her eyes. “Do you feel better now?” Ivy nodded. “Thank you for caring so much,” Roy spoke to her in a soft tone. “That’s very kind of you.” Ivy shot him a sweet grin.

“What did you come down here for, Ivy?”

“I sleep here!?” The young girl poked her father’s mattress, already excited at the idea. Roy and Danny shared a knowing look. They weren’t gonna get their hands on each other anytime soon, but Ivy missed her dad’s together. Keeping her happy was always more important than anything.

“Just for tonight, okay? You can’t make a habit out of this.” Danny informed their child.

“Okay!” Ivy speed-crawled up to the head of the bed.

Danny looked at the sheet around his waist. “I guess we can sleep with just the blanket tonight.”

“We’re gonna have to,” Roy chuckled. He kissed Danny goodnight before getting into bed, knowing Ivy would be smack dab in the middle of them and he wouldn’t have the chance to once they were lying down. “I love you, Dan.”

“I love you too, Roy.”

Danny discarded the sheet. Ivy flopped over on her belly to get more comfortable. Roy slid into the bed on one side and Danny on the opposite. Ivy was conflicted on who to cuddle up with, getting frustrated until deciding to rest a hand on both of her fathers. “Night, night, Daddies,” Ivy adorably mumbled out in a sleepy voice.

“Goodnight, sweet girl.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

[fortheloveofpearlet]

baby, i really loved the drabble you write about pearlet, biadore and trixya in disney and i really want more of those six. can you make a drabble where Pearl, Bianca and Katya pick where to go on vacations and go? thanks baby💗

Thank you darling! Currently not taking requests.This has taken me so long to get to I had to re-read the original one 🙊 You can read the original here - http://fortheloveofpearlet.tumblr.com/post/160366662417/i-dont-know-if-a-drabble-with-more-than-one-shipThis is set the following year and once again Katya and Trixie are cis female.

Danny made a face as he exhaled loudly, ensuring everyone heard it. Trixie twirled a strand of her curled blonde hair around her finger as she stared skywards. Jason wandered back and forth, his phone in the air as he tried to find even a single bar of signal.

Roy, Katya and Matt exchanged an amused look as they watched their over half’s frustration.‘This was how I felt last year at Disney.’ Roy chuckled a little.'They promised us we could go where we wanted this year.’ Katya folded her arms.'They didn’t promise to enjoy it though.’ Matt shrugged. Maybe one day they’d be able to pick a vacation everyone enjoyed. This wasn’t that day.'Has ANYONE got any signal?’ Jason moaned. Trixie and Danny both fished their phones out of their pockets.'Nooooo.’ Trixie whined.'No bars.’ Danny sighed.'Urgh how is everyone on Instagram meant to know how cute I look today with no bars?’ Jason huffed as he put his phone back in his pocket.'Tell me about it! My hair looks amazing today and no ones ever going to know!’ Trixie agreed.'Never mind that,’ Danny added. 'I want to tweet our exact location so if we’re never seen again then at least the police will know where to start looking for our bodies.’ Danny, Trixie and Jason shuddered in unison.'I didn’t even think of that.’ Trixie paled.'Who the hell wants to spend their vacation camping? It’s dirty and it’s smelly. And who would choose to sleep outside?’ Jason exclaimed. Their significant others laughed a little.'Pumpkin how about this,’ Matt came closer to him. 'You can take a picture of how cute you look and upload it when we get home.’ He put his hands on his boyfriends shoulders.'Yeah come here Trix, let me snap a shot of your hair and you can do the same.’ Katya came over to Trixie and took her cell phone.'And baby,’ Roy came to Danny’s side. 'I promise you no one is going to die this weekend.’ He pulled the younger man into a hug.'Right so who’s going to help Katya and me put the tents up and who wants to help Roy collect firewood?’ Matt addressed the group. There were three audible groans amongst the group. No prizes for guessing from who.

'You have dirt on your face.’ Trixie told Jason as she brushed the dirt from her own legs. Jason wiped his cheek.'Did I get it?’Trixie pulled a face.'Not quite.’ She pulled her phone from her pocket and opened the camera app before showing Jason his reflection. He groaned seeing the dirt practically covering his face.'Jesus.’ He whined as he started trying to wipe it off.'I’m fucking exhausted.’ Danny fell down on the log next to them, also covered in dirt. 'Wood is heavy.’'And tents are harder to put up than you’d think.’ Trixie played with her hair with a sigh.'Come on guys, seriously!’ Matt clapped his hands together. 'It’s really not that bad.’'Easy for you to say. I’m not built for this outdoors nonsense.’ Jason handed Trixie back her phone.'Me either. I want my bed.’ Trixie pouted.'It’s getting dark. It’s going to get cold and creepier.’ A shiver passed up Danny’s spine.'That’s what we got the firewood for.’ Roy chuckled as he and Katya finished arranging the firewood in a pile. Matt knelt down next to the pile and went about starting the fire with Roy’s help while Katya got their cooking supplies from one of the tents. Their partners just sat periodically sighing.'Don’t worry, we don’t need any help.’ Roy muttered under his breath.

'I’ve got to admit,’ Jason said as he swallowed his last mouthful of burger. 'That wasn’t half bad.’Matt chuckled to himself as he slung his arm around his boyfriends shoulder.'Yeah that was yum!’ Trixie agreed, snuggling into the blanket Katya had wrapped around her.'The light from the fire isn’t half as creepy as I’d expected and you can see the stars so clearly here!’ Danny was staring skywards at the pin pricks of light that beamed down on them. Matt, Roy and Katya exchanged a look and smiled to themselves.'I told you they’d enjoy it.’ Matt whispered to the other two while they cleared up. 'Just had to give them some time.’ They all felt quite smug in that moment. It was about time their other half’s broadened their horizons. It was nice for Matt, Katya and Roy to do something they liked for a change and to have their significant others start to enjoy themselves was a bonus. They finished clearing up and when they came back all three of the others were staring up at the stars with slight smiles on their lips.'Who wants marshmallows?’ Matt shook the bag in their direction. Three sets of eager eyes were on him.'Me! Me!’ Jason squealed in delight.'Yessssss!’ Danny cheered.'Ohhh me too!’ Trixie giggled.'Want to sing us a song Trix?’ Katya appeared with Trixie’s acoustic guitar. The younger girl blushed a little as she took it.'I could do I suppose.’'I’ll sing with you!’ Danny shuffled closer to her. Trixie started strumming the guitar, the notes carrying on the gentle breeze. Roy stuck marshmallows on sticks and handed them around and they started toasting them on the fire. Danny and Trixie began to sing as the others settled in around them. They sat in silence other than the soft music and ate their marshmallows around the fire.'Peace is restored to the kingdom.’ Matt chucked quietly to Roy.'About time.’ Roy laughed.

'Goodnight guys.’ Trixie smiled as she stifled a yawn. She waved to the others as Katya led her towards their tent. The younger girl collapsed on top of her sleeping bag in an instant. Katya chuckled to herself and laid down next to her girlfriend.'Sleepy baby?’ Katya stroked Trixie’s hair back off her face.'Yeah.’ Trixie mumbled.'But you’ve had fun?’'So much fun.’ She smiled sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed. Katya smiled to herself and decided against telling Trixie she was still dressed and had a face full of make-up. Instead she draped a blanket over the sleepy girl and climbed cautiously over her so she was behind her. Katya laid down on her side and wrapped her arm around Trixie, pulling her close. She placed a few kisses in the back of Trixie’s hair. Trixie shifted a little and her fingers threaded in Katya’s.'I love you Katya.’ Trixie mumbled again. Katya pulled her closer.'I love you more baby girl.’

Jason straddled Matt the best he could in the small space. Clothes had quickly left their bodies and kisses had become heated. Matt ran his fingers through Jason’s hair as the younger man nibbled his bottom lip.'Who knew camping could be so fun.’ Jason spoke into Matt’s lips.'I’ve always wanted to do it in a tent.’ Matt panted his reply.'I’m sorry I was whiny.’'I’m used to it.’ Matt chuckled and gave Jason’s ass cheek a slap. 'I knew you’d have fun.’'Alright, no need to be smug.’ Jason took Matt’s wrists and pinned them above his head and kissed him hard.'But you know how much I love being right.’'More than you love me?’ Jason sat back at raised an eyebrow at him.'There is nothing in his world I love as much as you. Excepting maybe getting to have you in a tent.’ And with that Matt flipped them over so he was on top and took full control.'I love you too, even if you are an idiot.’ Jason spoke into his lips.

Danny rested his head on Roy’s chest and sighed in content. Roy pulled the younger boy closer to his body. They cuddled up close on the blanket next to the fire staring up at the clear night sky, not quite ready to retire to the tent just yet.'I can’t get over how beautiful and clear the sky is out here.’ Danny whispered.'I told you baby, away from the city the sky is incredible.’'I really thought I was going to hate every minute of this.’'I know you did.’ Roy laughed, kissing Danny’s head.'But I’m glad you forced me into this. I’m having the best time.’ Danny sighed in content again.'I’m glad baby. If I’d really thought you’d hate it I wouldn’t have insisted on coming.’'I think even Trixie and Jason are having a good time. Who would have thought?’ Danny laughed.'Finally we’ve found something we can all enjoy.’'As long as you guys do all the hard work I think we can cope.’ Danny shuffled to look at Roy, an amusement in his eyes.'Don’t we always?’ Roy chuckled cupping Danny’s face and bringing his lips closer for a kiss. Danny melted into him, the stars glistening down on them. It couldn’t be denied that the six of them were rather mismatched sometimes and it had never been easy to find an activity they all enjoyed. But finally they might have just found something. Maybe they’d just discovered their groups new tradition.

Or maybe in the morning when the bugs came out and they remembered the rubbish cell service half the group would swiftly change their minds. But at least for a moment, everyone was finally happy.

[excusemymind]

I was on your page last night, then fell asleep and totally had a dream about a fic you never wrote, but you wrote it in my dream. I cannot remember what happened for the life of me but i know it was biadore, and had slight angsty pharon and just- i figured you'd find it entertaining that your writing is good even in my dreams because i liked it XD

Oh my god, I need a moment… This gotta be one of the best things anyone have ever sent me. If you fell asleep then whatever you were reading was boring as fuck, tell me which one it was and I’m going to delete it asap! And I love the “I had a dream about a fic you never wrote” it’s so mysterious, I live, sounds like a line I would write. Oh man, I do miss biadore, they being cute together… And yes, I absolutely loved, thanks for sharing!

[artificialqueens]

By Your Side (Biadore) - Candy Cane

A/N: just a oneshot based off of a prompt sent in that asked for bianca finding out abt adore’s onlyfans! its not quite that tbh but the words take me where they want to go lol please enjoy!! <3 theres some other things ive been trying to work on but its slow going rn as my cat is very sick and a lot of my time and energy has been dedicated to him, but i hope to get more out soon!

It’s only been a few months into quarantine when Adore finds herself on the phone with one of her oldest friends. Like, old physically not old as in how long they’ve known each other. But to be fair, there aren’t a ton of people she’s been friends with longer than she’s been friends with Bianca. Courtney and Darienne too for that matter.

She loves Bianca. Their friendship is something precious to her, and surprisingly this is only the second phone call they’ve had since quarantine has started. They talk basically every day through texts, and that’s on top of the hours they spend going back and forth in the ABCD group chat with Courtney and Darienne. The four of them have something special, all of them realize that. There’s just something specifically between her and Bianca that Adore’s never really been able to place her finger on.

Out of the blue this morning Bianca simply… called her. Adore spends a full moment staring at the CallerID trying to figure out where the fuck this is coming from. With an uncertain frown, she answers the phone, hanging upside down off the side of her bed of course.

“So… OnlyFans? Seriously?” Bianca asks incredulously, her voice crackling over the phone speaker.

What a way to start a conversation after not hearing each other’s voices for like a month! Even though Adore can’t see her face, she can practically hear the raised eyebrow.

“Fuck you,” Adore laughs, unable to help smiling at Bianca’s playful accusations.

“Not that I’m mad, but why fucking OnlyFans? Aren’t bitches doing podcasts now?”

“I’m bored, okay? There’s not a lot to do but drink and masturbate, and drinking hasn’t really been doing it for me lately. Plus, I gotta make money somehow,” Adore grumbles through an explanation, lifting herself up and sprawling out on her bed awkwardly.

“Do I need to set up an intervention? You know I will,” Bianca says with faux seriousness, “Seriously though, if you need some help…”

Adore frowns down at her phone. She hates pity, she hates unnecessary worry, and she definitely hates burdening people with her bullshit.

“B, I’m fine, I promise,” she says earnestly, “I guess I just… I miss you. A lot. And we can’t see each other right now and it fucking sucks and I’m really lonely-”

“Come over.”

“What? I can’t, B, we’re quarantined…”

“When’s the last time you left your apartment?”

“Uhh, I dunno, maybe a month ago?’ Adore answers, unsure of where Bianca is going with this.

“Okay, that’s well over two weeks. Come hang out with me for a few days, get some human interaction, I’ve been needing it myself. I haven’t gone out or seen anyone for a few weeks now,” Bianca admits, and Adore feels suddenly giddy.

It’s been so long since she’s seen someone, since she’s even gotten a hug, and she really wants to see Bianca…

“I’ll be there tomorrow morning,” Adore agrees, not even thinking twice about it.

Bianca is everything to her. This person was one of the first to really take her seriously, to really see something in her, and Adore doesn’t know where she’d be without her. Every time something goes wrong, her first instinct is to call Bianca. Everytime something amazing happens, her first instinct is to call Bianca. They’ll spend hours talking or texting just because and Adore wouldn’t have it any other way.

They are as good together as PB&J, or peanut butter and celery, or peanut butter and pretzels… And Adore realizes she is feeling very snacky, specifically for peanut butter. With a sigh she rolls off her bed to get a snack before she starts packing for the next week.

The point is Adore loves Bianca, and Danny loves Roy. Sure maybe it’s in a different way than they should, or even once did, but it can’t be helped. It can be hidden, though. And Danny is more than fine with hiding this secret, as long as they get to have Roy in their life at all. He’s more than what Danny should ever even hope for, and yet a part of them can’t help but hope.

After spending so much time apart, Danny knows it’ll be harder now than ever to hide these feelings they’ve been harboring for Roy. They’ll try though, because sometimes the thought of this man loving them back is all that keeps them going.

Danny arrives at Roy’s beautiful new house in Palm Springs at nearly noon the next day. Which, to be fair, is very much the morning for Danny. They even woke up early to make the trip! …If ten a.m. counts as early in any book except their own.

Roy is already standing out in the driveway waiting for Danny when they get there, his arms spread wide for a hug the second Danny gets out of their car. The younger practically rocket launches themself into his arms, clinging tight to him as they savor the first hug they’ve gotten in such a long fucking time. Danny can’t help the tears that fall at finally having such warm, loving human contact, especially from this person.

They hold onto each other as tight as they can, each beyond glad to have each other’s trust in such unreliable times. Being alone for so long had hit Roy hard too. Alcohol and binge watching can really only do so much, and he’s genuinely been feeling lonely being stuck in one spot for so long. The dogs help some, but at the end of the day it really doesn’t replace human interaction, no matter how hard he wishes it did.

“I missed you, baby girl,” Roy says, and Danny can almost hear his voice waver.

“I missed you too,” Danny whispers, trying and failing to hold back a sob.

They leave Danny’s bag in the car for now, much more eager to go sit down and enjoy each other’s company. The dogs bombard the two of them the second Danny crosses the threshold, the enby leaning instantly down to kiss and coo at the babies and Roy can’t help grinning widely at the sight. He loves his babies, and he loves his baby girl.

They spend the afternoon talking and laughing and playing with the dogs. Danny clearly gets some ideas about the golf cart, and Roy is suddenly excited about the upcoming few days. It’s been a while since either of them have really had something to look forward to.

“Alright, I still need you to explain this OnlyFans thing to me,” Roy says with a smirk a few hours later, after they’ve gotten properly settled in on the couch together with the dogs.

Danny’s eyes go wide with slight panic, “Okay, grandpa, it’s like uhhh, Patreon but-”

“No, no, no!” Roy laughs, “I know what it is, I mean why that? Why not literally anything else?”

“First of all, I am sexy. Second of all, I spent a lot of time not making money masturbating, which is a fucking shame because as I said before I am sexy.”

They both crack up at that, giggling like idiots on Roy’s couch, the puppies quickly joining in, yipping at them to be a part of the excitement.

“Awww, do you two think I’m funny?” Danny coos, picking Dede up and cuddling the pup close, “Your daddy doesn’t think I’m funny!”

Roy snorts, “You’ve certainly picked up a thing or two from me.”

“Like how to be a bitter old hermit!” Danny grins sweetly.

“Exactly,” Roy laughs.

“So if I ask really nicely will this bitter old hermit make me food?” Danny asks, batting their eyelashes pleadingly.

“My original plan was to let you starve to death while you were here, but since you’re asking nicely…” Roy says teasingly, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction at the way the younger throws their head back with laughter.

Late that night, after a long night of talking and watching TV and a decent dinner, they curl up into bed together. At one point they both needed to at least be tipsy to do that, but nowadays that’s just overkill. They have progressed well beyond that point of friendship, though Roy sometimes still likes to put on a show of being annoyed, if only because of the way Danny pouts and rolls their eyes.

Tonight he just holds the thick comforter up so Danny can slide in easily with him, he’s not really interested in making either of them wait longer than they already have for cuddles. In seconds the two are holding each other tight, savoring the touch. As Roy lays there, holding Danny like the younger is his lifeline, he starts to think about the time they’ve known each other. All the ups, downs, and side-to-sides… Danny has grown up a lot over the years they’ve been friends, and it’s hard to deny that it’s changed Roy’s feelings for them.

Once his feelings to the younger were almost motherly, but now it’s closer to attraction. It’s kind of weird, at the least it’s very fucked up. Roy wants to just give in to the feelings, but he can’t. Not when he has no way of gaging Danny’s feelings for him. He can live with this secret, he’s not sure he can live without Danny’s friendship.

Danny interrupts his thoughts, their voice small and curious, “Why were you so invested in my OnlyFans?”

“Bitch, I’m trying to sleep here,” Roy groans.

“No, seriously,” Danny pouts, sitting up in bed and looking down at Roy. The moonlight streaming in from the window highlights the enby perfectly, and Roy curses his luck.

“I don’t want you renting yourself out on the corner like Bunny, now get back to sleep you dumb slut,” Roy says with all of his usual teasing heat.

Danny pouts though, clearly not satisfied, “But…”

“Sleep. Now.” Roy demands, reaching up to tug them back under the covers. Danny reluctantly gives in, and snuggles close to Roy.

Just as Roy is about to fall asleep, Danny’s voice has his eyes flying open.

“Roy?”

“What?”

“I love you,” Danny whispers.

Roy’s heart melts a little at that, “I love you too, Danny.”

Danny bites their lip nervously, “I mean like… I think…”

Roy’s heart starts to beat faster in his chest. Surely they couldn’t mean…

“You think…?” Roy asks, hoping that despite it all this person is about to say what he thinks they are.

“I think I might be… in love,” Danny says, their voice quiet and timid in a way Roy hasn’t heard in a very long time, “With you.”

This time Roy is the one to sit up in bed, staring down at Danny with pure infatuation. Those words echo around his ears, his chest, his very soul, and before he even realizes what he’s doing he’s leaning down to capture Danny’s lips in a kiss.

His lips against theirs feels so undeniably right. Their lips move slowly against each other, Danny brings a hand around to cup the back of Roy’s neck and in that moment nothing is wrong in their own little world. In that moment it’s just them and the moonlight. He thinks that he could live forever in this moment and never need anything else.

They break apart much too soon for either of their tastes, and Roy stares into those pretty eyes and murmurs, “I think I love you too.”

Danny surges forward for another kiss, this one much more desperate than the last. It’s a hot, heavy kiss that ends with Roy flat against the bed and both of Danny’s hands cupping his face as they explore each other. It’s like no kiss either of them have had before, with so many years of emotion and uncertainty between them it’s intense. Bianca and Adore have drunkenly kissed before, but this absolutely cannot compare. Danny whimpers pathetically against Roy, their hips grinding down against Roy’s thigh.

Roy lets out a shaky breath and grips at the enby’s barely covered ass. From the way Danny is squirming and moaning after only a little contact, Roy knows it’s been a while since Danny has been with someone like this. Roy hasn’t been able to get laid in a while either, rendering them both more than eager for this. Neither of them have a sexual partner in their circles right now, except maybe each other. Just this morning that would’ve been an absurd thought, and now it’s simply what makes sense.

Both of them need sexual fulfillment as much as they need emotional fulfillment, and even the thought of providing it for each other is thrilling. Roy grabs Danny’s bottom lip roughly between his teeth, sucking on it as he rubs his hands underneath Danny’s oversized tank top and over their skin. Danny whines and whimpers so deliciously in response, and Roy loves it.

Roy and Danny pull the little clothing that is off one another, each soaking in the familiar sight of the other being completely exposed. It’s nowhere near the first time they’ve seen each other like this, but it’s another one of those things where it’s simply different this time around. Because now it’s been established they love each other as much more than just friends.

Danny sucks hickeys along Roy’s collarbone, moaning roughly as Roy twists their nipples harshly, their bodies so close and warm wrapped up tight together.

“Think… Think I’m gonna get my nipples pierced,” Danny giggles breathlessly before it’s cut off in a moan of sheer pleasure when Roy pinches them even harder.

“Oh really? You’ve done a lot of slutty things, baby girl, but that is definitely up there,” Roy smirks.

Danny smiles innocently, “It would only make your job easier.”

“What? This job?” Roy asks teasingly, then trails his fingers down Danny’s stomach so they ghost over the enby’s half-hard cock.

Danny gasps, and Roy takes the opportunity to press his lips against theirs all over again, sucking their tongue into his mouth as he teases their cock. They moan and whine and squirm, their fingers gripping and squeezing at the flesh of Roy’s back frantically in response. Roy knows that that’s going to leave a mark, despite the fact that their nails are usually kept short. He doesn’t mind though, in fact it makes him harder knowing that he’s the reason Danny is reacting like this.

Danny’s head falls back against the pillow, feeling heat rush to their cheeks upon seeing the smouldering look in Roy’s eyes as they stare up at him. He’s so fucking gorgeous, all his sharpness and softness in just the right places.

“Tell me what you want,” Roy whispers roughly.

Danny inhales shakily, “Want- Wanna feel you-”

“What do you want me to do to you, Danny? Use your words…”

“Fuck me, oh God please just fuck me, holy shit,” Danny begs, squeezing their eyes shut tight and squirming underneath Roy’s tight hold.

“Shh, that’s so good, thank you,” Roy murmurs, caressing Danny’s cheek, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

And Danny just moans. They’ve wanted this from Roy for so long, and so many years were wasted convincing themself otherwise that this really feels like a fucking dream come true. It’s their own little fairytale, just for the two of them. Danny gets to live this fantasy with Roy, and that thought alone is almost more mind blowing than the idea of getting rammed until they can’t remember their own name.

Roy leans across to riffle through the nightstand, and turns back to Danny with lube, a condom, and a devious grin on his face. Minutes later, Danny is a whimpering, begging mess just from two of Roy’s fingers stretching them open. Roy is clearly enjoying it, whispering dirty things in their ear as he slowly tortures them with his fingers. When he slides in a third finger, Danny lets out the filthiest, most inhuman sound Roy has ever heard.

“You are just so fucking needy,” Roy says lowly, pulling out his fingers and quickly rolling the condom on.

Danny nods feverently, their eager words of agreement being almost incomprehensible. Roy grabs their tiny hips in his large hands and slides himself in. That moment is almost pure magic, the connection that had been simmering for so many years finally coming to a boil. Danny sobs from the mix of emotion and sheer pleasure, throwing their head back and forth, panting and begging for more while Roy closes his eyes and takes it all in.

Danny is incredibly warm and tight around him, and after a minute he begins to thrust shallowly, making Danny’s mindless babbling slur together. His thrusts quickly become harsher, aiming specifically for Danny’s spot, his grip on them tightens and he grabs the enby’s cock and starts to lavish it with some much needed attention.

“OhGodohGodohGodoh-” Danny rambles, pressing their face into the juncture of Roy’s neck and collarbone, inhaling his comforting, familiar scent, “So good, feels so good, don’t stop please don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop, shh, I’ve got you, fuck you’re so good,” Roy groans in response, his thrusts speeding up and his fingers around Danny’s cock tightening, “Are you about to cum for me? Huh?”

“Yes, fuck,” Danny rasps, “Yes yes gonna cum Roy please let me cum I’m gonna- gonna-”

Roy pumps his hand a few more times and whispers right in Danny’s ear, “Cum for me like a good girl.”

And Danny is a gonner. They moan high and long, their hips twitch rapidly and their whole body shakes with the force of their orgasm, ropes of cum covering Roy’s hand and both of their abdomens.

Danny practically goes limp in Roy’s hold, and just a few thrusts later Roy is undone as well, unable to help thrusting even harder and deeper into Danny’s body as he does. He falls on top of Danny, breathing heavy and ragged, and they hold each other tight. Danny’s arms still wrapped around Roy’s back when he carefully rolls them onto their sides so that they’re facing each other, nearly nose to nose. He gingerly pulls out of Danny, ties the condom, and throws it into the bin that he knows is next to the bed.

Roy cups their chin with his clean hand and stares into their dazed, half-lidded eyes. Danny blinks slowly, the afterglow beginning to wear off.

“I can’t believe it took us seven years,” Danny murmurs, reaching up to thread their fingers through Roy’s currently long hair.

“It was worth the wait,” Roy smiles softly, “And now we have the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah,” Danny whispers, “I get the rest of my life with you.”

Because for Roy and Danny it’s nowhere near over. For them it’s all only just begun.

[artificialqueens]

Untitled (Biadore) - Adore-Trash

Hiiii, I'm back! I saw this tweet pop up on my feed the other day and had an interesting idea that I wanted to write. I was going to have it sent in for the last queue but I had to update Adores pronouns to fit their preferred ones, thank you to that anon that sent that in btw, it was very helpful thank you!

It's not much, only about 600 words, but I think it's cute lol. I hope you enjoy <3

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"I swear my fans truly believe I just have no sex drive at this point." Roy cackles over facetime, reading through the replies on a specific tweet about Bianca's twitter likes. at first, he was stunned, he didn't know that everyone could see his likes. Roy was never one for technology. but after he had recovered from the slight embarrassment, he sent back a simple reply, after being extremely careful to check he hadn't liked any of Danny's provocative photos. that would be even more embarrassing.

"what's happened now? they caught out your love of twitter porn?" the younger laughs back, thoroughly entertained while watching all the different emotions flooding their boyfriend's face.

"it's hardly porn, thank you very much."

"you're just lucky that I couldn't give less of a shit that you're subscribed to more than my only fans, bitch."

"I have vivid memories of you not talking to me for a week after finding out I was subscribed to johns!" Roy corrects, amused at how easy their relationship flowed. never in his friendship with Adore had he expected their love for each other be so comfortable, so fitting for them both. little to no jealousy, only fighting over things worth fighting about, accepting that they can't be together all the time, work took priority if they wanted to stay private. it felt so right.

"john is different you evil bitch!" They scream, laughing so hard their stomach hurt. "so, what did you reply again?"

"I just said and with a question mark, then went back to liking what the fuck I want to like."

"did you enjoy what I posted on my Danny twitter the other day? you never liked it on your Roy account, and I got sad." Adore mumbles, letting themself get grumpy at the fact that Roy had been active on his non-public account, liking all the posts except theirs.

"fans have found it so I had to censor myself on there, but I did see it." he grins, finding the pouty face Adore was making far too fucking cute for their own good.

"what about the uncensored one?"

"you sent that to me privately while I was in a meeting remember? I had a hard-on for the rest of the meeting, you were so lucky that it was just a phone call."

"that facetime sex was so hot that day." Adore mewls, closing their eyes with a smile, remembering the events of that specific call. it was so fuckin hot.

"when are you posting again? if its PG-13 enough I may like it on Bianca's account and get the fans wondering again. been a hot minute since I saw the biadore hashtag trending."

"you love to fuck with them too much." Adore sighs, deciding not to mention that this was Roy's subconscious way of saying that they'll be public one day.

"says you! I was on your live on Tuesday. 'when Bianca comes home I wanna go skinny dipping in her pool' what else could you call that other than loving to mess with them?" the older laughs, his face scrunching up when he notices the time.

"you need to go, don't you?" Adore frowns, their shoulders slumping.

"I'll call you again when I'm off the plane?"

"okay, go continue the tour you lucky bitch. I love you, willow." Adore tries to keep positive, knowing it has a tug on Bianca's performance when he finds out his favourite chola is sad.

"I love you too, angel."

[artificialqueens]

When the World Finally Stops (Biadore) - Tanawrites

SUMMARY - Various moments that ensue after Roy returns home to find Danny has taken refuge at his place for the quarantine.

A/N - details of Bianca being on tour and the stay-at-home order are embellished a little for the story. timeline is a little hazy for the same reason! also I’m not from the US, sorry if anything is desperately wrong and for all my added ‘u’s.

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The familiar sound of his front door unlocking was music to Roy’s ears. Coming home was always a good feeling after any amount of travel but missing home was for the most part, a small price to pay compared to all the rewards of his career. As more and more tours came about, home wasn’t quite as frequent as he would have liked. Luckily his current tour had him only on the other side of the country, not the other side of the world as the pandemic hit.

Getting home had been a struggle of frantic packing, airports and uncertainty. The constant stream of news playing on the airport televisions, notifications on his phone and watching others in their panic with face masks and hand sanitiser had done nothing for Roy’s anxieties.

He was home now though. Where apparently, he would be staying for a while.

Wheeling the large suitcase behind him, he was idly writing himself a mental checklist. For someone who packed as precisely as he did, unpacking wasn’t a massive task but it was a priority on his list. Call the boarding kennel to organise picking up the dogs as soon as possible was a close second. Write a grocery list. Email his manager to see what all this truly meant for the rest of Bianca’s tour and performing in general. Even amongst all the panic of the past few days since the announcement of a stay-at-home order, the comfort of his home had started to lull him into a sense of normalcy.

It was a small clink from further in the house that drew him out of his thoughts. He frowned and paused where he was still in the entryway, trying to peer closer to where the sound came from.

“Chill! It’s just me.”

Roy felt his body sag in relief. He had heard ‘just me’ enough times after handing over his second hotel room keycard or the spare key to his home to expect exactly who walked out from the kitchen.

Danny.

With a bowl of what Roy perceived to be cereal that was dangerously close to spilling over his expensive rug. Roy eyed how casually Danny’s lanky arms were thrown out towards him, no regard to the milk droplets he was splashing, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and underwear by the looks of it.

As much of a comfort as being home was, seeing Danny felt like Roy could breathe again.

“No, no wait. No hugs yet.”

Roy held a hand out to even further ward Danny off and felt a twinge of remorse for the bluntness when he saw his expression fall. He felt the same way. It had been months too long since they’d seen each other and even though yet again, it was all part of the life they’d chosen, it had been hard.

“Not like that, c’mon pussyface. I’ve just been at the airport with god knows who else and I want to be careful. Let me have a shower and we can catch up.” Roy waited until Danny nodded, sending him a reassuring smile before continuing into the house.

“Don’t bring that in here.” Roy turned around at the doorway of his bedroom to further emphasize that he meant it with a pointed look back to the kitchen. “I’ll take my time so you can try and hide whatever it is that has you looking so guilty.”

His usual cackle carried through to his bathroom as he stored away the guilty, deer-in-headlights expression on Danny’s face deep into his memory to make fun of him later.

-

“Thirty second warning!” Roy called out once he was dried off and dressed again. He tossed his clothes in the hamper, resisting how much he wanted to put them all in the washer immediately. The urge to seek out Danny had already won out against his discomfort before it was even truly a conflict in his mind.

He couldn’t help from conducting a less-than-subtle inspection on the condition of his home as he wandered through the house to find Danny. It was no secret that they were at opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to organisation. His place seemed to be in a mostly decent condition though - the mussed sheets on his bed and the makeshift ashtray on the balcony were to be expected with any visit from Danny.

Roy didn’t have to go far before his eyes were settling on Danny sprawled across the couch and he wasted no time in tucking himself into the space that seemed to be purposely left for him against Danny’s side.

“Missed you.” It was a simple admission, said quietly into the skin of Danny’s neck as Roy settled. They had never really needed all too many words to know exactly what the other was actually trying to say. That’s not to say that he didn’t feel a warmth settle over him when Danny returned the sentiment with a kiss to his head.

Affection felt natural for them, years of friendship and the tight quarters of hotel rooms and tour buses meaning their bodies were drawn to one another and knew exactly how to move around each other. Those years, starting with drunken kisses and later very purposely sober hookups further cemented how important touch was to the both of them. It was as much of a form of communication as talking was for them.

The way they had instinctively curled around each other was enough to settle Roy’s nerves but not enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“What are you doing here, queen? I thought you would have gone to your mom’s place.”

“Too crowded. Like, I love them all but I just know my mom’s probably freaking out with this whole thing going on and I wanted to stay in the city.”

Roy hummed his understanding before tilting his head to meet Danny’s eyes more. “And your apartment? You know, that place you pay rent for every month? Where all your worldly belongings are?”

“Well I didn’t want to be totally alone for the whole stay-at-home order and I figured you’d be home when I got here.”

“How long have you been here?”

Danny looked slightly embarrassed, to Roy’s amusement, as he admitted “A week and a half.”

“You bitch, there wasn’t even a mention of a quarantine then.”

“Ok ok, maybe I just missed your ridiculously comfy mattress and needed a change of scenery for some writing I’ve been trying to do. Why can’t you ever let me get away with anything?”

Roy rolled his eyes as Danny whined. It clearly wasn’t a problem for him that Danny was here - there wouldn’t be a spare key made up for him if it was.

In all honesty, Roy was more relieved to see Danny here than he was to be home in general. It made him feel human to have Danny around and with his anxiety flared from all the uncertainty, he was starting to feel grounded again.

It would only be all that much better when he had Sammy and Dede curled around his feet again as well.

“Crazy times, queen.”

-

After spending the night bringing each other up to speed, far too late into the night for how tired Roy was from travel, he still found himself waking up before Danny.

He untangled their limbs carefully, though he knew he didn’t have to. Danny could and has slept through almost anything, including any alarm he set ever and Michelle Visage banging on their door to let them know he was late to a meet and greet. Always an early riser, despite how often Danny tried to tempt him to stay in bed, Roy barely even jostled the snoring man he left in bed.

As he prepared a pot of coffee, Roy started to write out a list for groceries, knowing Danny wouldn’t be much help in his meal-planning anyway. He had essentially nothing in the pantry or refrigerator - except for an almost empty pizza box, which Roy certainly hadn’t been responsible for. After a peek in the trash can, his suspicions were confirmed. Danny had been purely living off of take-out for the whole time he’d been here.

Roy finished his list and his first mug of coffee without even a stir from the bedroom where he’d left Danny. He poured another mug and set about the rest of his errands before he found himself back in the bedroom. There were probably still a few other things he could do to keep occupied but he’d much rather attempt to wake up the sleeping mermaid in his bed.

Perching on the edge of the mattress, he paused for a moment to watch Danny. His hair was longer than Roy had seen in a while but he was pleased to see that Danny looked good, like he was eating and sleeping enough. Doing all the things Roy usually worried about Danny neglecting in favour of more exciting parts of life. He placed his mug on the bedside table - namely his own bedside table since Danny always rolled onto Roy’s side once he was out of bed, ignoring the way his whole body warmed to the fact.

“Angel, it’s time to wake up.”

Reaching to stroke Danny’s hair, Roy waited until he started to stir. Sometimes it was like pulling teeth to get Danny out of bed, especially if he wasn’t ready to get up yet, which he was rarely before noon.

“Don’t wanna.”

Somewhat expecting that response, Roy kept running his hand through Danny’s hair, eventually feeling him lean into the touch.

“Don’t you want to come to the store with me? Maybe get a vegetable or two into you for the first time in two weeks?”

Danny had apparently woken up enough to grin lazily up at Roy, who rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what joke he was hinting at.

“Shut up, bitch. Get in the shower and get ready to go.”

Roy began to stand but was quickly brought back down again in a move he should have anticipated from Danny. It really had been too long since they’d seen one another, he was getting rusty.

He had more or less been pulled on top of Danny so he relaxed into it, supporting most of his weight but still leaning to rest his forehead against Danny’s.

“Can I help you?”

“Yup.”

The slight tilt forward of Danny’s chin and the cocky grin on his lips was enough of an answer and Roy didn’t hesitate in closing the small gap to press his lips against Danny’s in the first kiss they’d shared since reuniting the night before.

Their physical relationship had never trumped their friendship, never at the forefront of their interactions. It was just something that had developed naturally between them, their closeness resulting in a tantalizing pull that they had eventually given in to. It was at the expense of nothing though, both of them vowing to be honest about their feelings and that their friendship would never suffer. There were no expectations other than clear communication between them and it had been that way for years now. They were in no way exclusive but they always updated each other if there was something or more importantly, someone new on the scene and as much as neither of them were ready to admit, they were a constant for each other. What they always came back to when they needed something more.

It had seemed complicated when they tried, once, to explain it to Courtney but it was the furthest from complicated. It was just how they were.

Roy didn’t realise how much he’d missed it though, how much in this moment he felt like he needed the press of Danny’s lips against his own more than anything else. They’d both been busy, so busy the past few months and it had been hard to match up both of their sparing free time. The last time they’d seen each other was when Roy flew Danny out to where he’d been on tour and had a rare weekend off - a weekend they spent in a luxurious hotel, wrapped up in one another, spending way too much money on room service to avoid the outside world.

Now, nothing in the outside world was even functioning for them to go out even if they wanted to.

Before the kiss could turn into some other kind of reunion, Roy pulled back. He nudged their noses together, in a show of affection few had yet to see from him, to stop Danny’s complaints at the separation.

“I know, I know. Good morning to you too. Now go brush your teeth because if I have to kiss you again with that breath-”

Danny’s lips stopped his joke right in its tracks and despite his warning, Roy made no move to pull away again.

-

Danny felt ridiculous. He’d mostly kept his mouth shut though, after he caught Roy’s eye just before they’d left the house. Roy looked nervous. So Danny had quit the jokes and let Roy put gloves and face masks on the both of them.

It wasn’t until they got to the supermarket that Danny started to understand.

People were panicking.

He’d been reading the news on his phone and keeping up to date on things. That was nothing compared to seeing it unfold in front of him. He had been holed up at Roy’s house for weeks now and hadn’t witnessed any of the panic first hand.

Danny felt a pang of sympathy when he realised how much worse this would have been at an airport and what Roy had obviously gone through the past few days.

With a glance at how white Roy’s knuckles had turned from how tightly he was gripping his shopping list, he could tell Roy was thinking about it too so Danny slipped his hand casually into Roy’s, twining their fingers together.

“So, ice cream aisle first?”

He tossed a grin back at Roy, only half joking. He really did want at least a few tubs of ice cream to take home but mostly, he wanted Roy to smile back at him. It took a second but eventually Roy scoffed.

“Of course you’re thinking about fucking ice cream right now. Is your brain not part chocolate fudge brownie by now?”

And things were back to normal, or as normal as they could be right now, as Danny was pulled through the aisles hand-in-hand with Roy, dutifully holding the basket and pressing up against Roy’s side as he paid.

Danny was kind of known for being the basket case out of the two of them. Always the one who was in a mess or more commonly, was the mess himself who Roy was always there for. It wasn’t as common that Danny got to do the same for Roy, to be the support system or the pillar holding him up. Danny could see the anxiety bubbling just under the surface since Roy had gotten home yesterday and the tiredness that had gathered under Roy’s eyes though and without Roy saying it, Danny felt needed.

They didn’t have to discuss the fact that this trip was going to be a once-off thing. Any other groceries they needed, were going to be delivered from here on out. He also didn’t mention the fact that he watched Roy put three pints of ice cream in their basket when he thought Danny was distracted.

-

“What do you want to do today?”

Roy glanced over the top of his newspaper at Danny, who had draped his whole body across Roy’s legs, dangerously close to dangling off the edge of the couch. They’d already started their day with laying in bed far longer than Roy usually preferred to so he was trying to continue his usual morning routine, catching up on the world over a cup of coffee. The question was unexpected since they hadn’t really planned anything except meals.

“What do you want to do?”

“Bake.”

Roy faltered. He didn’t know what he was expecting to hear but it certainly wasn’t that and it must have shown on his face since Danny was tossing his head back in a laugh only a second later.

“Bake! Not get baked. Well, I mean I would love to but-”

“Yeah, yeah we know. Pipe down, Laganja Estranga.”

“Seriously, I’ve been seeing all this shit about banana bread and fancy ass cakes. I want to bake something.”

“Do you even know how to bake? You don’t really strike me as the Easy Bake oven kind of gal.”

“Well…no. But surely you do! That’s what grandmas do best, isn’t it?”

Roy abandoned his article in favour of rolling up the newspaper to hit Danny with it in retaliation. Before it turned into a full-on war, he sat up a little more and smiled down at Danny, amusement written all over his face.

“Alright, Martha Stewart. Let’s go bake.”

-

His kitchen was a disaster.

Roy took a moment to glance around. There was flour all over the island counter and the iPad Danny had set the recipe up on. The carton of milk was open on the bench, a puddle all around it. Roy had given up early on trying to clean up after Danny because he insisted on Roy being right next to him for every step.

Contrary to what Danny assumed, Roy didn’t know a damn thing about baking. He could cook well enough, sure. But cakes? Not exactly his forte. Not even on a basic level. So it was basically the blind leading the blind as Danny bounced around his kitchen, pulling out more than what Roy thought they actually needed to make a cake.

Standing on his toes to peer over Danny’s shoulder, Roy raised an eyebrow. “I really don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to look.”

It wasn’t the first time Roy had mentioned it but the more they added and stirred into it, the worse it was looking. Danny had defended it a few times, calling it an ‘unconventional kind of pretty’ or just mumbling incoherently to himself and going back to the recipe.

This time, Danny slumped back into Roy and sighed.

“Want to go have a shower instead?”

Roy’s hands were already up the back of Danny’s shirt, dragging the material up his chest before Danny was even finished speaking.

-

“Wake up.”

Roy nudged Danny again, sighing as Danny rolled further away from him again, snuggling deeper into the pillow.

“Adore, it’s time to wake up. There’s coffee,” he tempted, avoiding the arm that was flung out towards him to no doubt try and lure him back to bed.

Danny’s grumbling made him snicker but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Placing the mug of coffee safely out of the danger zone of Danny’s still searching arm, he eventually let himself be pulled back to bed.

Roy didn’t let Danny settle into the little spoon position like he was trying to and instead nudged against Danny’s hip until he rolled onto his back. Settling so that he was straddling Danny’s thighs, Roy let his fingers trace across the soft skin above the waistband of Danny’s thong.

Danny made a low hum but still made no move to open his eyes.

“Come on, you sleepy chola. I want to organise the drag room today.”

Roy watched Danny’s face fall into a displeased pout and rolled his eyes.

“If you get up now, I’ll let you try on stuff as we go along.”

“Anything I want?”

Danny finally opened one eye to peer at Roy, almost like he needed the visual confirmation.

“Within reason.”

“No deal.” Danny turned his head dramatically to the side, his hair falling across most of his face. Roy sighed as he started to gently push it back to see him.

“What are you thinking? Because I’m telling you baby, that season seven finale dress wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I was washing off glitter for a whole week.”

“Doesn’t matter. Don’t want to anymore.”

“I want you to do it with me. And I need you to reach the stuff on the high shelves.”

Roy wasn’t expecting Danny to sit up suddenly with Roy still in his lap. He quickly grabbed onto Danny’s shoulders to steady himself and raised his eyebrows in question.

“You’re so tiny.” Danny laughed, rubbing his faces into Roy’s chest, arms looping around his waist.

“You’re lucky you look so damn young when you first wake up. Even I can’t be mean to an infant.”

Roy’s actions said it was more so that Danny looked cute when he first woke up with his sleep mussed hair and stupid tired smile as he kept combing his fingers through Danny’s long hair.

“If you rip any of my dresses, I reserve the right to cut up one of your wigs. Though in your case, I might be doing you a favour.”

“Shut up, yanx. Need coffee first.”

-

Roy was running a brush carefully through one of Bianca’s wigs, the last one he had left before they were all neatly aligned on the shelf. He had set Danny up with his jewelry, trusting that he could stick to the usual color coordinated organisation Roy used.

Danny had on one of Bianca’s dresses, one Bianca hadn’t worn in a long time. Getting it on Danny’s frame, when there was no cinched waist and their different heights, was a bit of a struggle that almost ended in a split seam. Not particularly because the dress was too small but mostly that they were both laughing so much through the process.

It was worth it in the end though because for the last hour, every time Roy glanced over to check Danny’s progress and caught sight of his concentrated stare, he started cackling again. There wasn’t a trace of make-up on Danny’s face, his hair was still messily skewed from sleep, and the dress was so out of place with his bare feet and casual slouch over the desk, which all added to the illusion.

The dress was far from Adore’s usual style but it was the closest Bianca had in her closet. Danny still looked great in it, which Roy had told him at least twice already.

“You miss getting into drag?”

Placing the last wig onto the mannequin and sliding it in place, Roy spun his chair to face Danny. Neither of them had been in drag since Roy had come home, for weeks now.

It had been years of painting Bianca’s face almost every day. Whether it was five times a week for shows in clubs or later, to sold out tours.

It was the longest in a long time that he hadn’t been Bianca and he was curious if Danny was feeling the same reminiscence.

“Yeah, Adore always has so much fun.”

Danny pouted and Roy met it with a scoff but he was relieved to hear that he wasn’t alone in his feelings. He should probably be more grateful for the time off - it was no secret he was getting older so travelling constantly for tours was hard and makeup was harsher and harsher on his skin. Bianca came alive on stage though, releasing a part of Roy that loved to perform. For himself, for the crowd.

There was such a stark contrast between his drag and Danny’s but they shared that same love of performing, the freedom of being on a stage with a microphone in their hands.

“I’m only telling you this because I know you’ll never be able to prove it even if you do blab but I don’t even really miss the insults or the jokes that much. I do a little because it’s getting old having to think of new material for you but mostly…I miss seeing Bianca’s face.”

Turning back slightly to look at his reflection, Roy sighed. He noticed his age taking its toll on his face. The laugh lines that had deepened in the last few years and the new wrinkles in his forehead. It was all things he never noticed as Bianca, just how dramatic her eye makeup was and if her wig was straight.

“Jesus Christ, it turns out everyone was right. The quarantine is making people go insane.”

It wasn’t a good joke but it was an attempt to lighten the mood from where the conversation had gone, from where his thoughts had taken him. He heard the jewelry drawers close and the wheels of the chair as Danny rolled to a stop just behind him. It was obvious Danny had seen right through the joke and heard the truth in Roy’s voice, read the expression on his face.

“Why don’t we then?” Danny asked, closing the last drawer of jewelry and rolling his chair over to Roy’s, bumping them together and peering over his shoulder to meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

“Why don’t we what? Get institutionalised together?”

“No. Get into drag!”

Turning to fully face Danny, Roy raised an eyebrow at him. Danny barely took note of it though, already having made up his mind that this was happening.

“Party,” Roy drawled out sarcastically, though it was an underlying agreement to Danny’s offer. Danny laughed and kissed Roy’s cheek before he was running off - as well as he could in Bianca’s form fitting long dress, supposedly to get his suitcase from Roy’s bedroom.

-

An hour and a half later and the drag room wasn’t in quite as good shape as it was intended to be after spending the better portion of the day organising it.

But there they both were - Bianca and Adore. Adore had forgone Bianca’s dress in favour of a tight short skirt that Bianca had no idea how she could be comfortable in, while Bianca slipped familiarly into one of her favourite dresses.

Now they stood next to each other in front of the full-length mirror after putting on their final touches and Bianca snapped. She started laughing, a chuckle she tried to stifle at the start but eventually succumbed to her usual cackle.

“What? I even brushed out my wig.” Adore looked confused, watching as Bianca came unravelled.

“We…we just got fully into drag. I cinched your waist and we’re wearing heels and I tucked….and…we’re not going anywhere!” Bianca’s explanation came out between fits of laughing.

“Fuck willow, I thought you could see my dick out of the bottom of my skirt or something.”

It had been Adore’s idea but it came from Bianca’s want so they were both to blame. In the middle of a quarantine, with nowhere to go and no one to see, two grown men got fully made up into their best absolute best drag. It was utterly ridiculous to her and she was shaking her head against Adore’s shoulder as she tried to contain herself.

Adore had started to giggle along herself though and eventually, they were leaning into each other.

“Come on B, surely this is an excuse to break out your rich lady wine. We can’t go out but it can still be a party.”

Accepting that the quarantine had absolutely gotten to their heads, Bianca agreed with Adore and pulled them both along to the kitchen.

-

“I can’t believe they let her get away with this shit. Hello bitch, we’re on the fifth challenge here!”

Adore was covering her mouth to stifle her laughter as she listened to Bianca’s commentary. Neither of them knew how they had ended up here but somewhere between the first and third bottle of wine, they’d come up with the idea of watching their season premiere. That was nearly six episodes ago and they were still sitting on Bianca’s couch, both their shoes long since abandoned and kicked away, their bare feet on the coffee table.

Sober Roy would be mad at their mess but drunk Bianca had long since given up her inhibitions. That’s when the commentary came in. If Adore didn’t know better, she would be recording it. The reads were some of Bianca’s best work and had her in fits of giggles, tucked into Bianca’s side.

“I’m surprised they didn’t just make us the top three right here. God, it’s barely even a competition at this point.”

“Shut up, you love all those bitches.”

Bianca glanced to Adore, clearly ready to argue but softened once she caught the way Adore had turned to look at her. She had relaxed into the back of the couch, head turned sideways to look up at Bianca. The buzz of the wine had gotten to Adore but not in a way that made her want to dance on the table, rather in the way to sit back and enjoy tingles that were running across her body.

Letting herself relax enough to mirror Adore’s position, Bianca tilted her head towards Adore’s.

“You’re my favourite though. Don’t tell Court.”

“She totally already knows it. All those times she found me in your bunk on the tour or when she had to share a hotel room with Darienne because we were always together.”

Both of them grinning fondly at the memories, Bianca lifted her mostly empty wine glass up and waited until Adore did the same.

“Happy quarantine, Adore.”

“Cheers to that, Bianca.”

-

“Want to trade-”

“No.”

“Why, yanx? I’ll give you more money than it’s worth!”

“And this is why our world’s economy is shot. Your generation is in charge of it now.”

Roy shook his head, continuing to glare at the board, deep in thought like he had been for nearly five minutes now.

Danny has all but given up hopes for finishing their game and was lying on his stomach to pat Sammy and Dede while Roy was deliberating.

It had been Danny’s idea to endure their hangovers with a board game, found deep in Roy’s closet. After teasing Roy about how this edition of monopoly surely came out before he was even born, they set it up on the coffee table. It had started out as harmless, mindless fun but Roy was competitive and all his moves were thought out and calculated, which put him further ahead in the game than Danny who seemed to have a mere twenty-five dollars left.

“You have to be cheating.”

“You’re the banker. There’s no way for me to cheat when you control all the money!”

“Well then the game is rigged.”

“Or you’re just a sore loser.”

Danny made a grunt of complaint but didn’t say anymore. Roy finally took his turn, putting another hotel on one of his properties and pushing the dice towards Danny.

Sitting up to roll the dice, Danny rolled and started to move the small silver tophat. He groaned loudly as he came to a stop on one of Roy’s properties. The one he had just upgraded with a hotel. Danny covered his face, groaning as Roy cackled in glee.

“Alright, come on.”

Danny stood up with a huff, turning towards the bedroom.

“What? We’re right in the middle of the game.”

“Yeah, I know. Come on, I have to clear my debt and then beat your ass.”

“Clear your debt? You’re not gonna find any Monopoly money in there.”

“Nope, I’m gonna suck your dick and we’ll be square.”

Danny’s bluntness nearly had Roy’s jaw on the floor. Lucky he had years as a performer meant that his facial expressions were trained and he quickly got a hold of himself.

“It’s just a game, queen. We don’t have to keep playing-”

“I want to.”

Every time they were intimate, Roy always wanted to make sure Danny was sure. That what they were doing was mutual and positive for both of them. Years behind them had made him more confident in initiating, whereas at the start he left it all to Danny. That had led to problems in itself and it began clear to him that Danny wanted to feel wanted as well.

He didn’t need anymore confirmation before he was following but it was Roy who was pressing Danny down into the sheets, his lips mapping their way down the dip of Danny’s hip.

-

Days later, inspiration had struck Roy the night before and he got out his sketchbook. The next morning, he didn’t disturb Danny as he took solace in the drag room. His sketches were pinned up where he could glance up at them as he ran material through the sewing machine. He was lost in thoughts of pins and thread, so much so that he didn’t take note of Danny pushing open the door until he felt the weight of Danny’s head laying against his shoulder.

“Whatcha making?”

“A dress.”

Danny breathed out a laugh. Roy was just happy that years of his dry, harsh humour was still enough to warrant a laugh from Danny. He didn’t mean to be blunt though so he continued.

“I don’t really know what it’s for but it’s been a while since I’ve made anything.”

It’s been a long time since Roy had been home long enough to sketch out and then craft an entire dress is what he meant and Danny read through the lines.

“It’s pretty.”

Danny looked up at the sketch of what Roy was making, remembering the few times they’d tried to teach Danny how to use the sewing machine, especially right before he was set to return to the competition for All Stars. It had never gone well, with Danny usually ending up frustrated at himself, despite Roy’s seemingly endless patience.

“Do you mind if I come in here to write?”

Neither of them had been doing anything exactly productive. The past few weeks had been all lazy days of movies on the couch, cuddling  and playing with the dogs and then catching up on the newest season of Drag Race. Danny hadn’t been writing any music and Roy was left in his own limbo because while the lockdown laws were in place, his tour was cancelled until further notice.

It was a welcome surprise to hear that Danny seemed to be inspired or at least motivated enough to try to be. Roy took his foot off the pedal and turned back just enough to kiss the top of Danny’s head.

“Yeah, baby.”

-

Hours later, Roy had a mostly finished dress on his mannequin and Danny was still humming under his breath, tapping a pen against his notebook to a rhythm only he could imagine.

Roy was on his knees to put the finishing touches on the hem of the dress when Danny made a sudden noise of revelation.

“I’ve done it! I finally finished this fucking song.”

Danny dropped the notebook dramatically to the floor but the smile on his face was contagious. Roy let his hands fall to his lap as his attention shifted.

“Yeah? That’s great, bitch. You going to sing it for me?”

Embarrassment flushed Danny’s cheeks and he began to look more nervous than relieved. He shook his head.

“No. This won’t even be the finished product on the album after I record it.”

“So? I wanna hear it exactly the way you wrote it.”

Danny started to tuck his chin and Roy pushed up to his feet, closing the distance between them. He tucked a finger under Danny’s jaw to coax his gaze up.

“I’m not going to force you or anything but everything you were humming before sounded really great.”

Roy had always been full of praise for Danny. He was the first to offer constructive criticism when needed but he had come to respect everything Danny produced. It wasn’t the same as his own art, their drags were polar opposite and their outlets were as well. He knew that Adore didn’t look nearly as polished as some of the other drag queens in their circle but there was reason and purpose behind them and moreso, passion. Roy saw Danny’s passion shining through everything he did, as himself or Adore. That’s what changed his mind about Adore during their season and something he still loved most about Danny to this day.

“Ok but only so that you know what song is about you when you listen to the album and plug it on all your socials.”

“Wait, it’s about me?”

Despite Danny’s response trying to feign some confidence, he turned red again. He didn’t try to break their eye contact again though as he shrugged at Roy.

“Yeah, kinda. Some parts of it, for sure. You were totally my muse today, watching you concentrate so hard and work on something that you could have paid someone else to do. You’re a fierce ass bitch and I love you.”

Not expecting the long-winded answer, Roy let it sink in before he responded.

“I love you too.”

It wasn’t often that Roy wasn’t quick witted or responding with his usual sharp tongue. There were moments for it though and he could read Danny enough to know he was feeling vulnerable with the confession so this definitely wasn’t the time.

He sunk onto the floor where Danny had sat most of the day, alternating between laying on his stomach or his back or sitting in other positions that Roy wanted to make a snip about their age difference about. His old man bones still allowed him to bend his knees enough to sit cross-legged in front of Danny. When they were at the same eye level, he smiled at Danny and took his hand to play idly with his fingers.

“And when this next album comes out, you come over again and I’ll make you anything you want to wear for the first time you perform it. Promise to even cut up the shirt for your aesthetic.”

Spoken with none of his usual bite, Roy softened his voice as much as he could. The gravelly tone couldn’t be helped - thanks God, but he had practically melted at Danny’s feet at this point. It was the biggest compliment he’d gotten, some of Danny’s art, the closest and most precious thing to his heart and he’d let Roy into it.

“Thanks, B. You’re the best willow.”

Roy accepted the embrace as soon as Danny started to lean into it, wrapping up Danny in a tight hug, their cheeks pressed against each other.

They sat like that for a long time, holding each other on the floor. It was a moment Roy didn’t want to end, despite the twinge he was starting to feel low in his back from the way he was leaning or how cold the floor was on his bare legs. None of that mattered for right now. Not while they were embraced like this, speaking volumes with the intimacy they were sharing. Eventually, when Roy didn’t feel like breaking the silence between them would shatter the moment, he cleared his throat.

“Come on, I’m about to need a hip replacement if we stay like this any longer and I want to hear this song of yours.”

-

Unfortunately, the little bubble they had been in was eventually burst. Roy had gotten a few emails about live streams and videos, apparently posting on social media once every few days wasn’t enough and he had to get back to work. From his garage. He couldn’t think of anything worse.

He’d have his fellow queens to bounce off but that was nothing compared to audience interaction or a crowd he could read.

Still, he painted his face into Bianca and put on a flowy tunic top but in a show of rebellion that no one but he and Danny knew about, refused to wear anything other than sweats and his slippers on his lower half as Bianca sat down. Danny watched from the doorway, off the view of the camera, smiling at Bianca over a mug of coffee as the timer counted down and then she was live.

It was easy enough to settle into Bianca again, especially with Lady Bunny to banter with but this felt weird. Bianca was acutely aware that Danny was watching, listening to the audio from the other queens but Danny’s watchful eyes aren’t what had Bianca uncomfortable.

As soon as it was over, Roy texted his manager to let him know Bianca wouldn’t be doing anything else like this, if he could avoid it. He missed being Bianca but not like this. Roy didn’t blame the other queens he saw posting these videos, he didn’t judge Danny for the short video he made of Adore singing for the digital DragCon. It just didn’t feel like performing to him but he knew people still needed to make a living. He was just thankful that at this point in his career, he wasn’t stressed about that just yet.

When Danny approached him, reaching under the top of Bianca’s shirt to start rubbing Roy’s shoulders, he finally started to relax again. Knowing he didn’t have to explain the tension that was there, he simply sighed and leaned back into Danny. This was the first time he wished that this was all over, that things could go back to normal in the world.

-

The next night, after they had retreated to the bedroom for the night and they were both lying in bed, scrolling on their respective screens, Roy sighed. He put his phone down and turned to lay on his side, waiting till Danny mimicked the actions and their legs were laced together.

His mind was circling and had been since the filming yesterday. He was tired. Tired of the traveling and Bianca’s shows night after night. He still had a passion for performing but he worked hard, harder than almost anybody he knew but it was taking its toll on him and yesterday had proved it to him. He could barely bring himself to set up a video camera to be Bianca. It hadn’t come from a place of not wanting to be her anymore but an exhaustion. This lockdown had been a break, despite how much he missed Bianca but it hadn’t been enough just yet.

“The best thing about this whole lockdown has been having you here, you know.”

“Yeah, imagine all the crazy lady cleaning you’d be doing every day if I weren’t here.”

“I meant it, Danny.”

At the sound of his name, the rarest thing to ever come from Roy’s mouth which was a habit grown from spending so much time together as their drag personas, Danny grew as serious as Roy clearly was.

“I know, I mean it too. You’ve kept me from going totally crazy or off the rails in all this and I really missed you before it all happened.”

“Me too, queen. I want to go back to work really badly but I want this even more.”

Roy squeezed them impossibly closer, as if Danny could really confuse what he meant by this. He was fighting all his natural urges to zip his mouth up and stop talking by reminding himself that this was Danny. Someone who had never undermined Roy’s thoughts or made him feel bad for something he was feeling, especially when it was from a place of vulnerability.

“I do too, yanx. I promise, even when all this is over, we’ll be better. We’ll make more time for each other again.”

Danny emphasised his point by pressing his forehead to Roy’s, meeting him halfway onto the pillow they were sharing.

“I wish we’d never stopped.”

“Work sucks, hey? Sometimes I wish we were on Drag Race again and just down the hall from each other in a hotel or in the same tour bus.”

Roy nodded his agreement but he was satisfied by the fact that Danny felt the same way, his anxieties about what would happen with them again after this was all over and Danny went home momentarily quelled. It was a classic Roy move to panic over something that wasn’t even in the works of happening yet but Danny knew him well enough to know how to deal with it by now. Closing his eyes and finally feeling content again, Roy was happy to let the conversation come to an end but Danny spoke again.

“We’re going to be here for at least another month here though, at least that’s what everyone’s saying. So we still get to have the best Bianca and Adore staycation ever. We have Sammy and Dede and so much of your rich lady wine, plus no shows to rush across the world to do or albums to record-”

Roy cut Danny off with a kiss. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear it, just that it was the best thing he’d heard. He couldn’t help himself from closing the distance between them, his hands fisting in Danny’s tank top.

“Just you and me?”

Roy barely recognised his own voice, small and full of a humility that he or Bianca never usually possessed. It faded into a quiet but strong feeling of confidence as Danny confirmed,

“Just you and me.”

-

[artificialqueens]

REUNITED 🖤 (Biadore) - Lemonade

Summary: Based on the recent Biadore reunion.

Roy looked for Danny in the sea of people bustling around the airport. They hadn’t agreed to meet, but it was an unspoken occurrence in their relationship. Whenever someone was coming home from a long tour, the other would be waiting for them to get off their flight with open arms.

Roy braced himself to be charged at with full speed at any moment. Since he couldn’t see Danny, he wouldn’t know exactly when to plant his feet firmly on the ground, and steady his balance to accommodate the koala hug he always came home to.

5 minutes… 10 minutes… 20 minutes…

Roy still stood in the same place waiting for Danny. He didn’t wanna move, or sit; Which would make it harder for Danny to find him.

Another ten minutes passed. Roy huffed, his patience wearing thin. He just wanted to see Danny and be back in his own apartment.

Roy pulled out his phone, shaking his head. “If this kid’s still asleep,” he mumbled under his breath, more with the fond annoyance he always had towards Danny rather than the actual aggravation he would feel towards anybody else.

Willow 🥰💕👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💍

Are you at the airport?

Willow 🥰💕👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💍

I don’t see you.

Dan ❤️💋

Nah

The one worded text from Danny let all the air out of Roy’s body. Danny always picked him up from the airport. He always had flowers, or a cute little gift for Roy. He always welcomed him back with a hug that recharged the life in Roy.

Roy couldn’t remember the last time he came home from tour without Danny’s one man welcoming committee. His mind had a hard time wrapping around the fact that Danny wasn’t gonna come running at him and—Fuck. Roy couldn’t believe he was crying over this.

Roy quickly wiped his eyes dry with the back of his hand. He ordered an Uber home, texting Danny a simple “K.” in response.

——

With help from someone who worked in the apartment complex Roy lived in, he got all of his luggage up to his apartment in one trip. He fumbled with the keys, missing the lock a few times. It was hard for Roy to do small tasks when he was upset, a disconnect happened between his brain and body.

The keys fell out of Roy’s grip once he pushed the door open. The small inconvenience almost made all of Roy’s pent up emotions blow until his fingers grazed a soft rose petal. He looked up, dozens of the rich red petal’s created a pathway to his bedroom. Roy let out a sigh of relief. He quickly drug the heavy suitcases into his apartment, tossing the keys on his kitchen counter.

The pathway into his bedroom lead to the bathroom. His face momentarily twisted in confusion until his need for Danny outweighed his want for convention.

Roy felt all the tension leave his muscles when he saw Danny standing in his bathroom, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a welcoming smile on his face. Roy grabbed Danny’s waist, pulling him in for a tight hug. Roy buried his face in Danny’s neck, finding comfort in the familiarity. Roy squeezed Danny impossibly closer, holding him like that for a while while their hug breathed new life into the both of them.

When Roy finally felt like he wouldn’t crumble if Danny let go he pulled away, pressing a kiss to Danny’s cheek. His fingers ran through Danny’s newly dark hair, their eyes focused on each other. “You dyed your hair?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

Roy smiled warmly, “You look like you again.”

Danny bit his lip, looking down as he blushed. Nobody made him feel the way Roy did.

“I’m happy to see you,” Roy brought Danny’s attention back to him. “I thought you were ditching me when you said you weren’t at the airport,” Roy chuckled the way he did when something actually hurt his feelings but he didn’t want to say it did.

Danny’s expression fell. “Oh, no, of course not! I missed you so much, Willow!” He chastely kissed Roy’s lips. “I just thought you’d be really exhausted when you came home so I wanted to have this ready for you,” Danny pulled back Roy’s shower curtain to reveal a bubble bath. “It’s warm and I put relaxing bath salts in it!” Danny beamed at him.

Roy smiled, laughing at himself now that he realized why Danny hadn’t picked him up. He really had to work on jumping to heartbreaking conclusions when it came to Danny—An unhealthy habit of Danny’s that Roy had managed to acquire overtime.

Danny handed Roy his flowers. The bouquet sparkled with accent gems & glitter that the florist must have sprayed on them. “They’re beautiful,” Roy said. Danny half expected Roy to make a comment about it being the gayest bouquet of flowers he had ever seen because—well they were. To his surprise, Roy didn’t bite. “I’m gonna put them in the bedroom,” Roy happily said as he still admired the pink flowers.

The last bouquet Danny had bought him withered while he was away. Before throwing them out he plucked one from the vase, putting it in the back of a heavy book. Roy always kept a flower from every bouquet he received. The ones from Danny were kept separate from the ones he got from friends and fans.

“C’mon baby, the water’s gonna get cold.” Danny called from the bathroom as Roy placed the vase on his nightstand.

“I like cold baths,” Roy said as he joined Danny.

“Ew,” Danny giggled, Roy pecked the tip of Danny’s nose, turning Danny into the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji.

“You’re cute,” Roy teased.

“You’re cute,” Danny returned, running his hands through Roy’s hair and giving the long locks a slight tug. God, he hoped Roy kept his hair that length.

Danny’s hands smoothed over Roy’s shoulders and arms, then down his sides until his fingertips were at the hem of Roy’s shirt. “I missed touching you,” Danny whispered in Roy’s ear, causing a shiver and a trail of goosebumps up his spine. Roy groaned. He knew this bath wouldn’t stay innocent for long.

Danny gently pulled Roy’s shirt over his head. He licked his lips as his eyes drank in the sight of Roy shirtless in front of him, his hands resting on Roy’s hips. “I promise to let you relax first,” Danny said more to remind himself than to ease Roy, who very clearly didn’t have a problem with either option.

Roy kicked off his shoes and socks before letting Danny unzip his pants. With one motion both jeans and boxers were on the floor. Danny didn’t look. If he looked, he’d have to taste. Danny really, really wanted Roy to enjoy his bath first.

With a helping hand from his love, Roy stepped into the tub, wasting no time sinking down into the warm water. Danny felt a sense of accomplishment when Roy’s eyes fell shut and he leaned his head back. “Good?”

“Good,” Roy hummed. He offered his hand to Danny, peaking at him through one eye. “C’mon, don’t make me take this bath alone.”

“It’s funny you thought I would.” Danny quickly stripped and put his hair in a messy bun so he could join Roy.

“Careful,” Roy advised as he guided Danny onto the slippery surface.

Danny sat facing Roy, moving closer to him until he could wrap his legs around Roy’s waist and his arms around his neck. Danny laid his head down on Roy’s shoulder, content with the position they found themselves in. “Comfy?” Danny asked, not wanting to put his own need for physical affection before Roy’s comfort.

“Mhm,” Roy hummed, his fingertips tracing patterns into Danny’s back. Danny snuck a look at Roy. His eyes were closed again, his face losing the lines of expression. Danny smiled to himself, kissed Roy’s chest, and laid his head back down on Roy’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Danny said quietly, weakly—as if he was scared Roy wouldn’t say it back for some reason.

Roy kissed the top of Danny’s head, “I love you, too.”

When the water had lost it’s soothing warmth, Danny decided it was time to end their bath. His lips ghosted over Roy’s collarbone, latching onto the skin of his neck. Danny coaxed a low moan out of Roy as he sucked on the sensitive area. His tongue ran over the budding bruise.

Danny licked from the base of Roy’s neck to the shell of his ear. Roy’s eyes rolled back when Danny dipped his tongue inside, his nipples stiffening. Danny kissed down Roy’s neck, to his shoulder, lavishing his bicep with attention. Roy’s hand pressing into Danny’s back was a comforting pressure, encouraging him to continue.

Plump lips kissed a pathway across Roy’s tan chest. The short hairs grazing his lips ignited an animalistic hunger in Danny. His hands splayed over Roy’s pecs, teasing his hardened nipples. Danny roughly pinched then tugged on them, Roy’s gasp melted into a moan as Danny rolled them between his fingers.

“Gorgeous,” Danny said as he continued to toy with Roy’s nipples. Roy fought the urge to deny the compliment. Roy didn’t think much of himself physically. Didn’t think he was so beautiful that he deserved to have someone like Danny calling him gorgeous with a handful of his tits, but here they were anyway.

The only way Roy could keep his mouth shut was to keep it busy. His hands caressed up Danny’s sides, moving into his hair to let it down from the bun Danny had put it in. Roy’s fingers combed through the dark locks so they wouldn’t tangle on Danny when they made love. His fingers fanned out in soft hair, teasing Danny’s sensitive scalp.

The gentle hand massaging his scalp quickly transformed into a fist full of hair pulling Danny to Roy’s lips. Their kiss was anything but tamed. Time wasn’t wasted as they happily welcomed each other’s tongues into their mouths. Roy nipped Danny’s bottom lip as Danny panted into the kiss.

Roaming hands and needy kisses could only hold them over for so long. Roy squeezed Danny’s asscheeks possessively before breaking up their make out. “Bed?”

To his surprise, Danny shook his head no. Roy thought that’s where the night was heading, but he was always just as happy to hold Danny as he was to have him.

“Take me now, here. I need you,” Danny plead.

Oh.

Roy wasn’t a fan of the thought if he was being honest. “I can’t do everything I wanna do to you in here,” Roy’s voice was particularly gravely, Danny’s thighs quivered at the sound. “And I want you to be comfortable. And safe.”

Danny smiled, affectionately rolling his eyes at Roy. Some days it was harder than others to get his lover to break out of his shell. Today, bath sex wasn’t a hill Danny was ready to die on. He nuzzled his nose with Roy’s, scratching through Roy’s stubble before kissing him. “Mkay,” Danny said against Roy’s lips.

Danny got up first, offering to help Roy step out onto the bathmat. Grabbing a towel, Roy quickly dried Danny off. The lush fabric teased his inner thighs as Roy ran the towel down them.

“Gimme,” Danny snatched the towel away, returning the favor of drying Roy off. “You’re fucking sexy,” Danny purred, throwing the wet towel onto the floor. Before Roy could make a comment about the mess Danny pulled him into a sweltering kiss.

Tattooed fingers pressed harshly into Roy’s jawline. Danny nearly kissed his lips raw. “Take me,” Danny desperately breathed into Roy’s mouth. “Need to feel you,” he panted. “Want you inside me…Please, Daddy.”

A rush of adrenaline took over Roy’s body as Danny begged for him. “I’m gonna be so good to you, babygirl. Gonna give you everything you want.” Roy pressed a firm kiss to Danny’s lips before pulling away. With all the strength in his body Roy lifted Danny into his arms, carrying him a few steps into the bedroom before tossing Danny onto the bed.

Danny moaned when he hit the mattress, left completely breathless by the move. Danny loved being manhandled by Roy. The sight of his lover crawling over him with dark hunger in his eyes dried Danny’s throat out. He wrapped his whole body around Roy, needing the secure feeling of skin on skin. The weight of Roy’s cock against him made Danny twitch. His own already fully hard and leaking.

Roy leaned down. His lips ghosted over Danny’s cheek and jaw. He teased Danny’s pulse point, making his lover whine and squirm beneath him just by breathing on the sensitive area. Roy smirked, pressing a small kiss where he teased. “You’re incredible,” Roy praised. One of his hands came to a rest on Danny’s stomach, knowing the simple touch would make Danny’s muscles jump.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” Roy growled into Danny’s ear, his hot breath had Danny’s eyes rolling back. Danny whimpered at the question, the promise of being fucked going straight to his balls.

“Love on me,” Danny said softly.

“You want me to love you, angel?”

Danny nodded his head, shyly smiling up at Roy.

Roy traced Danny’s lips with his thumb. “Okay.”

——

“You’re perfect. So amazing, princess. Did you like that? I fucking know you did,” Roy cooed to Danny as he nuzzled behind his ear. “I love you so much, angel. Daddy’s girl.”

Danny whined, leaning into Roy. He turned around in Roy’s arms to face him. Slender fingers traced the outline of a red-ish purple bruise on the side of Roy’s neck. Danny pressed his finger into it. “Mine.”

“Ow! Brat!” Roy chuckled, smacking Danny’s hand away.

Danny giggled at Roy’s response. Deciding to test his luck, Danny repeated the process on a hickey placed directly in the middle of Roy’s throat. “Mine.”

“Fuck! Stop doing that!” Roy‘s tone a little more serious than before.

“Sorry. ‘M love you,” Danny pecked Roy’s lips. Roy couldn’t help but to melt into Danny.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“You do?” Danny punctuated his sentence with a nip to Roy’s bottom lip.

“I do.” Reluctantly, Roy had to break away from Danny’s kiss. He hide his surprise in the one place he knew Danny wouldn’t find it; no matter how many times he snuck into Roy’s apartment when Roy wasn’t home.

Roy’s hand slid under his mattress (Danny never made the bed). He pulled out a few papers that Danny didn’t have to read as Roy immediately started to explain himself. “Since we’re going to Palm Springs to look at that house we liked, I thought we could stay at hotel for a day or two—a dog friendly one so we can bring the babies. I booked us an entire day at a spa. It’ll be nice to spend some time with you, Dan.”

Danny pouted, tears beginning to glisten in his eyes.

“Aw, angel,” Roy held Danny’s face. “Don’t—“

Danny shook his head. “They’re happy. I’m really happy. I’ve missed you— a lot.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“It was really long.”

“I know,” Roy swiped away some of Danny’s tears. “That’s why I think we can use this.” He kissed the back of Danny’s hand. “I know all of this time away from each other has been hurting us. I know it’s hurting you, and our relationship. Things have been weird, and different. I know—“ he reassured Danny. “I know. I wanna try to make it a little better, though. As much as we can before you gotta leave.”

Danny crawled into Roy’s arms for a hug. Roy was always the talker of their relationship, and Danny was the toucher. While long talks and explanations of feelings helped Roy through a situation, being loved or loving helped Danny.

Danny nuzzled Roy’s cheek, kissing the indentation of his dimple. “I still want you.” Danny’s small voice took Roy off guard. “Even though it’s been weird and some things are kinda different,” Danny looked into Roy’s eyes. “I still want you—and this. I love this,” Danny giggled.

Roy couldn’t help but to smile. Danny’s not-so-serious attitude cut a lot of the tension in these situations—made Roy feel better most times. Roy cupped Danny’s face, meeting him half way for a kiss.

“I have another surprise for you,” Roy said against Danny’s lips.

“Is it your dick?” Danny teased, kissing Roy a bit rougher than before.

“Would my dick really be a surprise?”

Danny shrugged. Roy laughed into his mouth.

“I don’t think you’re gonna be as happy about this one.”

——

Danny grimaced, “Are you sure?” His fingers ran through Roy’s hair as Roy sat in front of him.

“A hundred percent.”

“I love your long hair,” Danny whined, twirling his fingers in the curly strands.

Roy chuckled, “I could do it on my own, you know. I wasn’t going for the full Britney fantasy, but—“

“No! I’ll do it!”

Roy smirked. He knew Danny would cave instantly.

The buzzing from the trimmer rung in Roy’s ears. Danny reluctantly brought the razor to the start of Roy’s hairline, gently guiding it to the nape of his neck in a smooth motion.

Roy didn’t have much hair to begin with. Danny brushed the itchy pieces off of Roy’s shoulders once he was done. “You’re still fucking sexy.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna love me even when I’m bald?”

Danny laughed, nodding his head. He mounted Roy. Roy’s hands always finding their way to Danny’s ass. “It looks good,” Danny reassured. “I love your short hair, too.”

——

Danny gasped. “Look at the windows!” The house they had come to look at had a beautiful view into a private backyard. Danny squeezed Roy’s hand in excitement.

“I’ll give you two some time to look around on your own,” the woman selling the house allowed Danny and Roy their privacy.

“Do you like it?” Roy asked, examining the well decorated sitting room.

“It’s bougie as hell.” A house like this was something Danny thought he’d only ever see on TV. Living here would be a complete dream.

Roy sat in one of the chairs in front of the wall length windows. Danny smiled at him, making his way across the room to sit in Roy’s lap. “You look like you’re at home.”

The place was nice. Private too. Roy could see himself and Danny living a pretty happy life here. The home was definitely big enough to start a family in. “I feel like I am.” Roy’s grip on Danny’s thigh tightened. “What do you think, really? Do you like this place?”

Danny happily nodded. “It’s beautiful. That backyard is sick.” Danny leaned down to catch Roy’s lips in a kiss. “And I want you to fuck me against those windows,” he growled into Roy’s mouth.

“Then we better put an offer in,” Roy smirked before rekindling their kiss.

——

Their mini vacation was everything they needed. Two days of alone time together, a possible new house, and an amazing spa day left the two refreshed and recharged.

Back at home Roy and Danny got ready for a night out at Mickey’s. Roy always looked so handsome. He was sleek in all black, the added touches of earrings and a necklace was a choice that made Danny’s mouth water.

Danny took just a bit longer to get ready, focusing more on his hair and makeup. They always ended up in the same position: Danny putting the finishing touches on in the bathroom mirror while Roy sat on the side of the tub holding Danny’s free hand until he was finished.

Warmth spread throughout Roy’s chest as he watched Danny crimp the last few pieces of his hair. He couldn’t help but to pull out his phone for a photo. Roy had an entire album of candid pictures of Danny that he loved looking back on in time’s of missing him. When he was cooped up all alone in a hotel room, remembering the moments behind each photo lightened up his day.

“All done?” Roy asked.

Danny re-crimped a piece of hair. “All done!”

“You’re beautiful, my angel,” Roy stood with Danny’s hand still in his, pecking Danny on the cheek.

Danny kissed Roy’s lips before tugging him out of the bathroom. “I’m so excited!” He pulled Roy through his apartment. “We haven’t been to Mickey’s together in forever!” The front door slammed behind them as they left for the night.

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I’ll Keep Him For Myself (Biadore) - Lemonade

Prompt: Biadore fluff/smut based on Adore’s tweet “I’ll keep him for myself”.

Summary: Roy carefully lifted Danny’s shirt over his head. Though they didn’t have much time to spend together, there was no rush in Roy’s movements. He liked taking care of Danny; Pampering him and making him comfortable. He wasn’t interested in ripping Danny’s clothing off and having him on the floor—at least not today.

“We need to talk,” Danny said as soon as Roy’s picture came in clear through FaceTime; Not even giving Roy the chance to say hello.

Roy could sense the urgency in Danny’s voice. “What’s wrong, angel?” He asked.

“I need to tell you something…But, like, just let me talk, okay? Don’t say anything until I’m done?”

“Okay,” Roy agreed.

Danny took a breath. His eyes settled on Roy’s image on his phone screen. They hadn’t talked or seen each other for over a month. Usually when they’d reunite (through a FaceTime call or in person meet up) it was all smiles and warm greetings. Catching up on the latest gossip and updating each other on their personal lives.

While Danny filmed Ex On The Beach, he came to a realization; One that he couldn’t hold in for another moment. “I love you, Roy. I mean, like, I’m in love with you. I’m pretty sure you and everyone else in the world already know, but——“ Danny paused to gather his thoughts. He had a habit of losing his words in overwhelming situations. “I just wanna be with you,” he cut to the chase. “I’m tired of just hooking up, and pretending I don’t want more. We never talk about it or what we are and it makes everything so confusing and painful and— I just can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to. I want you. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Danny talked a mile a minute when he was nervous, it took Roy’s brain a few seconds to catch up with what he was saying. All Roy did was smile at him. “It took you long enough.”  

Danny let out the breath he was holding. “I know. I’m sorry—“

“Don’t,” Roy cut him off. “You needed time to figure your shit out.”

Danny smiled shyly, his eyes flicking between his twiddling thumbs and Roy’s eyes. “So, do you wanna? Like, be my boyfriend?”

Roy chuckled at how Danny his nervous proposal was. “Of course, angel. I love you, too.”

That was when Danny had first arrived home from filming. Now, almost a month later, it was his birthday weekend and he was in New York to celebrate with his boyfriend.

——

Roy had a busy schedule. Back to back shows in different states didn’t leave time for Roy to surprise Danny with a visit, so Danny decided he’d take a last minute trip to New York.

They usually suffered through the prolonged absence in each other’s lives when their schedules were too conflicting. Danny filled the days with drinking, and his nights with whatever man would come home with him. Roy focused mostly on work. Since entering an official relationship, they put more effort into seeing each other to keep it alive. What they once thought would be a hardship in their relationship, turned out to be something that only strengthened it. How could you doubt that someone loved you when they’d fly across states and sacrifice their three hours of down time to be with you?

Danny waited for Roy in his hotel room. He wished he could’ve caught a glimpse of Bianca’s show, but by the time he had landed in New York it was almost halfway over.

Danny perked up when the doorknob started to jiggle. The excitement of seeing Roy for the first time in he didn’t even know how long started to bubble in his chest.

“Willow!” Danny leaped off of the bed and into Roy’s arms. Roy had barely walked through the door before he had Danny wrapped around him.

“Hi, baby,” Roy said with a wide smile, his hands running up and down Danny’s back while Danny nuzzled his face into Roy’s neck. “Happy birthday, angel.”

Danny pulled away from Roy’s neck to kiss his lips. “Thank you,” Danny mused against Roy’s lips as they shared short, sweet kisses with each other. “I loved my flowers,” Danny beamed up at Roy with his bottom lip between his teeth.  

“I know,” Roy chuckled, hinting at how Danny took to social media to show them off.

“I’m sorry,” Danny giggled, his head falling to Roy’s shoulder. “I got really excited. They were so sweet.”

“It’s okay,” Roy reassured. “I told you that if you wanted to be open about us I would be okay with it.”

“I know, but I decided not to be too open. I want this to be for us. To be about me and you. We’ve worked for so long without having people in our business, I think I’ll keep you for myself.” Danny said with a smile. He ran his fingers through Roy’s growing hair, giving it a slight tug that teased a moan from Roy’s lips. “I like it,” Danny said.

Roy offered Danny a small smile and quiet chuckle. He never really knew how to react to Danny’s compliments. He still couldn’t wrap his head around Danny being attracted to him at all, let alone being so attracted to him that he couldn’t contain it.

“I have another gift for you,” Roy said, purposely taking the attention away from himself. Danny raised his eyebrows in curiosity. An eager look spread on his face as Roy moved to dig through one of his packed suitcases.

Roy presented Danny with a large bottle of clear liquid. “Your favorite.” CBD infused, strawberry scented, edible massage oil.

Danny’s mouth dropped. “Roy, this is so fucking expensive!” He swatted Roy’s arm for spending so much money on him, despite secretly loving the fact that he always did.

“It’s nothing.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “I know it’s not for you, rich bitch, but still! I can’t believe you even remembered it,” Danny pouted at him. “You’re the sweetest,” Danny chastely pecked Roy’s lips.

“So,” Roy looked him up and down. “Can I undress you?”

Danny bit his bottom lip, his breath catching in his throat. “Mhm”

Roy carefully lifted Danny’s shirt over his head. Though they didn’t have much time to spend together, there was no rush in Roy’s movements. He liked taking care of Danny; Pampering him and making him comfortable. He wasn’t interested in ripping Danny’s clothing off and having him on the floor—at least not today.

Roy pressed his lips to Danny’s collarbone, following the freckles that lead to his chest. He kissed the soft skin of his breasts, moving downward slightly to suckle on one of his nipples.

Danny’s breathing labored. His head fell back, enjoying Roy’s mouth on the sensitive peaks of his body while running his fingers through Roy’s hair. He really, really hoped Roy wouldn’t cut it when tour was over.

Roy only gave Danny a small taste of the night to come. He removed his lips, standing back up face to face with his boyfriend (who thanks to the teasing gained a rosy tint to his cheeks). Danny squirmed while Roy played with the waistband of his pants. Slowly, Roy dragged the soft fabric down Danny’s legs. The sight of Roy below him with his pants around his ankles erotic enough to make a low groan sound from Danny. He wanted so badly for Roy to rip his underwear off and start sucking him off, but he didn’t. Roy continued carefully to undress Danny as he brought the jockstrap he wore to a pool around his ankles as well.

“Thought you’d wanna leave that on,” Danny said.

“Your ass looks incredible without them,” Roy answered simply.

When Roy stood again Danny crashed his lips against his. They kissed slowly, thoroughly. Like before, there was no rush. Danny loved tasting Roy. His lips were vanilla and his mouth so uniquely him that Danny couldn’t stop from moaning when their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths.

“I love you. ‘M missed you,” Roy mumbled against Danny’s lips. His hands were tangled up in Danny’s blonde hair, controlling the angle they were kissing at, and showing off how possessive Roy got of Danny when they were intimate after a period of not being able to be.

“I love you, too. So much. Missed you so much,” Danny spoke between smacks of their lips. The only thing that could break their kiss was Danny pulling Roy’s shirt over his head. He rekindled it just as quickly as he broke away. This kiss was more needy. Their chests pressed together as if they were trying to get inside each other’s skin. Danny unbuttoned Roy’s pants, letting them fall as they continued to kiss. Danny’s hand snaked between their bodies to palm Roy through his boxers, eliciting a moan from Roy’s plump lips.

Danny smirked at the reaction he earned. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning with his lover as he continued to grope him through his underwear. Danny pulled back slightly to flick his tongue over Roy’s lips. His fingers snuck inside Roy’s boxers, yanking them to the ground.

When Roy’s underwear was no longer in the way Danny grabbed a handful of Roy’s ass. Both hands had a grip on either asscheck. He pulled Roy closer to him as he pushed himself closer to Roy. Their tongues tangled again. Danny tried grinding their cocks together. Though standing up wasn’t the best position for it, it was enough—for now. Roy gritted out a curse. His teeth tugged on Danny’s lip, nibbling at the pink flesh before letting him go. “Lay down,” Roy huffed in Danny’s ear. Roy’s breath tickling the shell made Danny shiver. He did as he was told, lying down on the cozy hotel bed. His dick already aching for Roy’s affection.

The shift on the bed as Roy climbed on made the hairs on Danny’s arm stand up straight. He was so excited to feel Roy again. To be touched by him. Roy popped open the massage oil he had gotten Danny for his birthday. With consideration for Danny’s comfort, he rubbed his hands together to warm it up before working it into the youngers skin.

Roy started at the base of Danny’s neck, applying a bit of pressure while rubbing in a circular motion. His hands spread across Danny’s shoulders, paying attention to the spots that felt more tense. Danny hummed in approval, a content smile spread across his lips. Roy thought he was just adorable. Leaning down, Roy pressed a kiss to Danny’s temple.

“Good?” Roy asked.

“Really good,” Danny mused.

Roy couldn’t stop the warm rush of affection spreading through his chest. While his hands worked the center of Danny’s back, his lips kissed every freckle on Danny’s shoulder. The taste of strawberry was a pleasant treat as his lips trailed across Danny’s skin.

Roy’s hands had slipped to Danny’s ass, giving it the most attention as he massaged the perky cheeks. His lips were now on Danny’s neck, Danny’s head craned to the side to give Roy the best access to him possible. Danny whimpered as Roy sucked on the delicate flesh. “Mark me,” he breathed. Roy would never not give Danny what he wanted.

The suckling on his neck became rougher. Roy nibbled at the blooming bruise, licking the spot occasionally to soothe the skin. The longer Roy worked on it, the more painful it became. Oddly enough, Danny enjoyed that pain. It heightened the experience, made the thigh quivering feeling of Roy’s lips and tongue on his neck more pleasurable. Danny hissed as Roy’s teeth sunk into him. “Fuck,” was muttered under Danny’s breath in such a small voice Roy almost couldn’t hear it.

The task of leaving his mark on Danny, all the sounds his lover made, and the taste of his boyfriend’s skin made Roy painfully hard and slick with his own precum. He could tell Danny was worked up as well by the way his hips ground against the bed for friction. Roy sucked roughly on the red and purple skin at the same time he rutted his dick in Danny’s ass, the head nudging Danny’s hole. The two sensations mixed together made Danny cry out the most erotic noise Roy had ever heard. He continued to grind against Danny while moving away from the obnoxious love bite to properly kiss him.

A hint of strawberry still lingered on Roy’s lips. Danny plunged his tongue into Roy’s mouth, moaning as they devoured each other.

Roy spread open one of Danny’s asscheeks, his other hand slipped between them to circle Danny’s hole with a gentle touch. Danny choked, his fists tightened around the bed sheets. He almost couldn’t speak; The first few tries only the delicious sound of his moaning came through. Danny’s balls throbbed and he knew the blanket under him must be stained. A strangled whine escaped his lips before he could get his words out. “Roy,” the breathy call of his name shot straight to Roy’s cock. “Roy, baby. Wait.”

At the first sign of protest Roy got off of Danny. His fingers ran through the damp hair on his lover’s head, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny quickly reassured. He turned himself over so he was on his back. “I just—“ Danny wrapped his arms around Roy, pulling Roy to climb over him. “I know you wanna spoil me because it’s my birthday, but you wanna know what I really want?” Roy nodded his head, looking down at Danny like a lost puppy. Danny sat up slightly to meet Roy for a kiss. One of his hands slid down a tan back until it met the swell of Roy’s ass. His fingers dipped between Roy’s cheeks to rub his hole. “You,” Danny broke the kiss to see Roy’s face had turned a beat red. “Can I have you?”

Roy looked more than a little taken aback as he nodded his head yes.

“Are you sure? I want you to wanna do it, ya know.”

“I’m sure,” Roy shook off the initial shock. “You just threw me off, is all. I was literally about to fuck you.”

Danny covered his face with his hands as he giggled. “Sorry! I got distracted.” His arms flopped to the side of him.

“I bet,” Roy teased, leaning down to kiss Danny tenderly.  

Danny kissed back with just as much care. His hands caressed up and down Roy’s arms, eventually stopping at his shoulders to cradle him and flip them over. The transition so smooth Roy almost didn’t realize how he got underneath Danny.

Danny never broke their kiss; He used it to distract Roy from the awkwardness of trying to blindly mount him. Once Danny was in a comfortable (and proper) position he pressed his hips into Roy’s. Roy whimpered when Danny’s cock rubbed against his. Danny lined them up perfectly so his dick would glide against Roy’s with every pass.

Roy’s hands found their way to Danny’s asscheeks as Danny ground down on him. He squeezed them roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh earning small noises of approval against his lips. Danny nipped at Roy’s bottom lip, flashing a seductive smirk when he pulled away. It was only a second or two before Danny’s mouth was on Roy’s body again. Danny was careful not to leave love bites on Roy. As much as Danny himself loved them, Roy hated them. He had no problem painting Danny’s body, but when it came to his own Roy was a lot more reserved.

Danny’s lips made their way to Roy’s shoulders. He always found Roy’s shoulders to be so attractive. Maybe it was because they were the perfect mix of masculinity and femininity. Roy was so dainty, but never weak. His muscles were defined in a way that made Danny’s heart skip a beat. He could stare at a picture of Bianca in an off the shoulder dress for hours and never get bored of it. “Why are you so sexy?” Danny practically moaned as his tongue ran over the taut skin.

Roy chuckled between heavy breaths. Danny’s hips never stopped moving, and all the loving affection was making his heart race and head dizzy. “You’re just weird.” Usually Roy would make a more biting comment about Danny’s odd kinks, but he was too far gone to think of anything up to par with his usual humor.

A feeling of cockiness washed over Danny. Turning Roy to putty was always an accomplishment. His lover had a good semblance of control; Danny adored watching that fall apart beneath him.

“Dan,” Roy choked out. Danny twitched when their cocks moving together felt better than before. “We don’t have much time, angel.” Roy’s nails left indentations on the smooth skin of Danny’s ass, the moon tattoo particularly scratched up. Danny whined at Roy’s words. “I know, baby,” Roy soothed. “I promise—“ Roy’s sentence broke off into a moan as Danny quickened the pace of his hips. “I promise we can fuck for days when I come home. I don’t wanna leave you with blue balls for your birthday.”

Danny’s head fell in the crook of Roy’s neck. “Fine,” Danny mumbled against his skin. “But I’m gonna lick you from head to toe next time I see you,” Danny teased, flicking his tongue over Roy’s lips again. “Turn around.” Roy ran his fingers through Danny’s hair and pecked his lips before flipping onto his stomach. Roy didn’t mean to cut Danny’s fun short, but he wanted Danny to get as much as he could out of this before he had to leave. He had a feeling Danny would’ve been more upset if they didn’t get to fuck at all.

Danny trailed sweet kisses down Roy’s spine until meeting the curve of his ass. His hands groped Roy, massaging and jiggling his cheeks. In Danny’s own words, Roy had a cute little ass. Roy never thought much of it, didn’t really understand why Danny loved it so much, but he did; so Roy never questioned it.

Danny sunk his teeth into Roy’s asscheek, sucking on the skin that he had bitten. “Are you gonna hold yourself open for me?” Danny’s voice was dripping with lust. Roy knew if he turned around he’d see the same blown out pupils that were so familiar to him.

Roy reached around to spread his asscheeks for Danny. Danny’s cheeks flushed a bright pink at the sight. He licked his lips, something switched in Danny’s head that made him run on the pure hunger he had for Roy. He dove face first into Roy, immediately tasting him and moaning against his hole. The vibration made Roy’s eyes roll back into his skull.

Going down on Roy was an art form that Danny had mastered. He loved being kissed, so Danny kissed him. A small lick before his lips suctioned around him always made Roy drip with precum. Roy groaned at the careful tongue swiping at his hole. If you added a gentle finger teasing the muscles as you kissed and licked, Roy would lose his mind. Roy threw his head back when Danny’s pointer finger started tracing his hole.

Roy could barely contain himself. The fabric of the pillow was between Roy’s teeth, his head thrown so far back Danny could reach up and pull that sexy long hair, so he did. Danny held Roy as he ate him out with a ferocity that had Roy’s thighs trembling. His favorite was getting tongue fucked. Roy didn’t really like fingers inside of him, Danny’s tongue however…Roy broke a loud moan when it slipped inside of him, the pillowcase falling from his mouth. “Holy fuck, Danny,” Roy whined. His hips ground against the bed for friction, and against Danny’s face for more.

Roy swore he could cum just from this—has before a few times. His eyes screwed shut so tightly he was seeing stars behind them. Hearing his name being screamed was the sign Danny waited for to let him know Roy was ready. He pressed a few more kisses to Roy’s hole, swiped his tongue over him a few more times. “You taste so fucking good, Willow,” Danny growled. It was all Roy could do when he grunted in response, his face flat against the pillow he was biting into. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and Danny tugged at the tangled locks again.

“You’re okay?” Danny asked as he hovered over Roy. He leaned down to press a few loving kisses to his shoulder blades.

“Mhm,” Roy hummed.

“Are you ready? If you still wanna, anyway…,” Danny trailed off, getting a bit distracted by kissing Roy’s skin. Maybe he was a little too in love with Roy, but he swore even his sweat tasted good.

“Oh, I’m ready,” Roy assured, lifting his ass against Danny’s crotch.

“K.” Danny sat up. He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head over Roy’s hole a few times just to tease him. The way Roy moved so perfectly in sync with him made Danny choke. “Lube?”

Roy reached under the pillow for a small bottle he kept there for Danny’s visit. “Literally had to run out an hour before showtime to get this shit,” he said as he handed it back to Danny.

“That’s why you should always keep a bottle with you.” Danny opened the cap and poured some out onto himself, spreading it over his cock and hissing at the feeling. He had to stop in fear he’d cum before getting to be inside of Roy.

“Well, I didn’t expect this to happen; Wasn’t really planning on fucking anybody.” Danny knew Roy would never cheat on him, but hearing it so casually from Roy’s mouth like it was a given made his chest feel warm and cozy.  

Danny poured a generous amount onto Roy as well, using his thumb to spread it around. He pressed the head of his cock against Roy’s hole, running it against him a few more times. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Since fingering was off the table, Danny went in slowly; As if he was getting someone through their first time. He watched out for Roy’s reactions, gave his lower back loving strokes as he pushed further inside. He stayed still once all of him had disappeared inside of Roy. His thighs began to tremble before he had even moved. Danny came to the unfortunate realization that he might not last as long as he wanted to.

Roy moved around, adjusting himself to Danny’s size. His dick was perfect for Roy. Big enough to make Roy’s eyes roll behind his skull, but not so big that Roy couldn’t take him.

When Roy was ready he started fucking himself against Danny. Danny groaned, getting a tight grip on Roy’s hips as he met him half way. “Fuck, baby.” Danny’s voice was just as shaky as his wobbling thighs. Roy had the tightest ass Danny had ever been inside, the warmth surrounding him made Danny go completely blank. The only thing on his mind being Roy and the only movement he was capable of was fucking him.

Danny slammed into Roy faster and harder. His nails left pink scratches on Roy’s hips and thighs. “Oh, shit!” Roy cried out. Danny smirked. He knew exactly when he hit Roy’s prostate. The low, gravely moans turned to high pitched yelps and whimpers. The same pitch in the laugh that Danny loved so much.

Danny pressed his chest against Roy’s back as he fucked him. He slowed the pace just slightly, moving his hips in a grinding motion; A stark contrast to how he was hammering into him seconds ago. Roy’s mouth hung open as he panted, leaning his head back he nuzzled against Danny’s face. Danny nuzzled him back, a smile creeping onto his lips. That was one of the differences in making love to Roy and fucking anybody else. He had only ever shared such intimacy with Roy. He never had what he had with Roy with any other hookup, or ex, or fling.

Danny kissed Roy’s lips, their tongues played together as it was mostly open mouth and neither of them were coherent enough to care that it was a sloppy mess of a kiss.

They swallowed each other’s groans and whimpers. Danny was so close he could feel himself ready to blow at any minute. “Roy,” he whined. “Baby, it’s been a while. I don’t how long—“ just then their bodies clashed together in a way that made Danny’s vision go dark. With a guttural moan Roy’s body collapsed onto the bed—He couldn’t hold himself up any longer.

Danny followed, his hips pounding Roy into the mattress. “Don’t know how long-“ Danny tried to speak again, his sentence breaking off into a drawn out moan.

“S’okay. Just enjoy yourself,” Roy’s voice was nothing more than a heavy pant. Danny gently bit the shell of Roy’s ear, tugging on it and licking inside. Roy hummed at the sensation. The sound of his wontaness causing goosebumps to flare up on Danny’s skin.  

The approach of his orgasm wasn’t too far away. Danny wanted more of Roy for longer, though he, and they didn’t really have much longer anyway.

Danny pulled out of Roy and flipped him over with such a swiftness it left Roy’s head spinning. The feeling of Danny plunging back into him had Roy’s back arching off of the bed. “Babygirl, angel,” Roy incoherently whimpered every pet name he had for Danny. “Baby,” he breathed as his head fell and eyes rolled back before closing.

The sight of Roy being fucked was too much of a blessing to miss out on. Danny was rewarded as soon as he turned Roy over. “You’re so beautiful, Willow. Most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Danny cooed to him. He hooked Roy’s legs with his arms, bringing them all way pass Roy’s ears. Roy’s eyes shot open, the high pitched sounds Danny always searched for spilling from Roy’s lips again. Danny leaned down to kiss him. His legs thrown over Danny’s shoulders as he fucked into him.

“I fucking—“ Roy pulsed around Danny’s cock as Danny tried to speak. “Fuck!” He groaned loudly. “I fucking love you, Roy. So close…” Roy’s fingers created bruises under the skin they dug into.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Roy chanted as Danny brought him close to his own orgasm as well. Roy was gone. Writhing and moaning beneath Danny, uncaring of the world around him. He forgot they weren’t at home. Forgot that he had to leave Danny in just a few minutes. Right now, it was just them. All he could see was Danny and the cutest forehead wrinkle that always graced Danny’s face when he was moments away from climax. All that was on his mind was giving Danny the best birthday sex he’d ever had.

The fog in his head cleared long enough for an idea to cross Roy’s mind. “Want me to choke you?” His voice, laced with sex and exhaustion shot to Danny’s cock before his words registered in Danny’s head. He would never, ever touch Danny like that without asking first. He couldn’t imagine how he’d feel if someone starting choking him in bed without him knowing it was going to happen. Even though Danny liked when Roy choked him, he wouldn’t assume that Danny wanted it every time; especially with no warning or discussion beforehand.

Danny, too high on lust and the chase of his own release grabbed one of Roy’s hands and brought it to his throat as an answer. Carefully, and just using his middle finger and thumb, Roy squeezed Danny’s throat. Danny whined at the sensation, his hips lazily thrusting into Roy. He squeezed just a bit tighter, making Danny gasp. Danny’s eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of Roy’s hand wrapped around his neck.

Roy was extremely cautious when they did this. He never made Danny black out or go unconscious. Sometimes Danny wanted him to. When they sat down to watch videos of other couples doing it, it made Roy too nervous to do to his own lover. They found a happy balance, neither willing to push the other into doing something they weren’t comfortable with.

The bruise taking up a good portion of Danny’s neck added some pleasurable pain into the mix. When Roy let go Danny took a deep breath, his body shaking. Everything he was feeling prior to being choked heightened as his senses came back to him.

A string of whimpers fell from Danny’s lips as he came. The trembling of his body was so intense that Roy questioned for a moment if it was his orgasm or if he had pushed the choking too far. Danny whined Roy’s name, his face burying into Roy’s neck. Roy rubbed Danny’s back as he came down. The occasional tremor running through Danny’s body. He eventually went limp, dropping Roy’s legs with him. He nuzzled into Roy’s neck, whining at the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Roy tangled his fingers in Danny’s hair as the arm caressing Danny’s skin tightened around him to hold Danny close. Danny was still on top of, and inside of Roy, though Roy didn’t mind much at all. “You okay?” Roy chuckled when Danny stayed silent for a few moments.

Danny scrunched his up face. “Best orgasm ever,” he said with a bright smile. Roy cackled. “Sorry it happened so fast.”

Roy waved him off. “Don’t, angel. It was amazing, and you enjoyed yourself. That’s all I care about. Besides, we didn’t have all night anyway.”

Danny didn’t like the reminder that Roy had to leave almost right away. “Let me finish you off at least.” Danny pulled out of Roy and moved a few inches down the bed. He bent over with his ass and hole on display for Roy.

Roy’s mouth watered at the sight. The concern he had for time didn’t exist tonight. He climbed over Danny, pressing his cock in the rut of Danny’s ass. It only took a few minutes of grinding before Roy let out a hearty moan and covered Danny in himself. He panted as he leaned down to kiss Danny’s ass. He spread him open to get a taste of his hole. Danny whimpered, his thighs shook before his body gave out on him.

Roy chuckled. Danny was always so sensitive and responsive. Roy pressed a kiss behind his ear, kissing a trail to his cheek where he peppered adoring kisses. “I’m gonna go shower,  angel. I gotta leave in twenty minutes.”

“Me too?” Danny asked innocently.

“No, baby. You know if we shower together I’m gonna miss my flight. I’m sorry we don’t have much time together.”

“No, no,” Danny turned around to face Roy. “I’m so happy we got to be together. I don’t care if it was for five minutes or five hours.” He wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “I love you. Go shower.”

Roy smiled at him, pecking his boyfriend’s lips one more time. “I love you, too.”

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Thanksgiving Is A Bust (Biadore) - Lemonade

Summary: Roy is on tour for the holidays. Danny gives him a call to cheer him up.

AN: A quick little fic for thanksgiving. I hope you’re all having a good holiday. ❤️

Roy scrolled through countless thanksgiving posts from his friends. Whether they were expressing their gratitude towards their chosen family or showing off their mom’s home cooked meal it all hurt the same. Spending so many holiday’s on his own, locked up in a hotel room took it’s toll on Roy. It started to feel like he never had time for the most important people in his life.

His wallowing had been interrupted by a FaceTime call. Babygirl 💗😘 lit up the screen of his phone. Roy quickly dabbed his tears away with a few scratchy hotel tissues. He answered the call, waiting for Danny’s face to come through clearly.

“Hi, Willow!” Danny greeted enthusiastically. A wide grin plastered on his face. Roy couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Hi, my angel.”

“Happy thanksgiving, baby.” Danny knew how hard holiday’s away from home were for Roy. Danny also knew Roy better than he knew himself. The minute Roy’s picture popped up on his screen Danny could tell he wasn’t okay; the red tint on the tip of his nose and in his eyes were a dead giveaway that he had been crying. Roy figured Danny had to have noticed, he was just thankful he didn’t bring it up.

Roy chuckled dryly. “Thanks. Happy thanksgiving to you too. Are you going to your mom’s this year?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna head over there in a few, but I wanted to call you first since I’ll probably be there all day.” Roy nodded along as Danny spoke. He did his best to seem happy, or at least neutral. There was no reason to make Danny’s excitement about his own misery. “I’m sad I can’t bring you this year! My mom keeps asking if you’re coming, I think she wants you there more than me.”

A sincere laugh escaped Roy’s lips. “Tell her I said hi and happy thanksgiving.”

“I will. Our leftovers last like, two weeks. When you come home maybe we can go over there and all have dinner together. If you want to, ya know...”

“I’d love that, angel.”

“Oh!” Danny shouted as something came to mind. “We have our friendsgiving too!”

“Yeah, I’m glad you guys decided to wait for me.” Roy sincerely appreciated his friends regard for him, more than he could put into words.

“Of course, Willow. How could we do it without you? You’re like, the backbone of our group. Half of us would be dead without you,” Danny was half joking and half serious.

“Well, I’ll be home soon.”

“I know, I can’t wait to see you, my love. I miss you so much,” Danny playfully pouted.

“I miss you too, sweetheart.”

“I’ll pick you up from the airport? Then we can get takeout and cuddle with the babies?” Danny proposed.

“Sounds good,” Roy agreed. He couldn’t think of anything better than cuddling with Danny and his dogs in the comfort of his own bed. It sounded like a piece of heaven to him.

Danny glanced at the time on his phone, a slight frown on his lips. “I think I should start driving over to my mom’s place.”

Roy held back a sigh. He was so grateful Danny even bothered to call him, he wouldn’t taint it by being selfish about him having to leave.

“Alright. Be safe getting there. I love you.”

“I love you, Willow. Bye, baby.”

“Bye, honey. Have a good time.”

Danny smiled at Roy, bringing his lips to the camera to give Roy a kiss through the screen before hanging up.

Roy put his phone down on the nightstand next to the hotel bed. His FaceTime call with Danny left him in such a better mood than before that he decided to stop torturing himself with Instagram and Facebook.

About twenty minutes went by before his phone lit up with a text from Danny.

Babygirl 💗😘: I know it’s really hard for you when you’re alone on the holiday’s but I want you to remember how many people love you and are waiting to celebrate with you when you get back we all miss you so much and can’t wait to see you pls don’t be sad Willow eat something yummy and remember it’s all temporary you’ll be home with us soon

Babygirl 💗😘: I love you 🥰

Roy beamed at the message Danny sent. Happy tears welled up in his eyes.

Willow 🥰💍💕: I love you too

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Southern Comfort (biadore) - thehotinpsychotic

Adore storms into the bathroom wordlessly, closing the door hard behind her. Bianca can tell that something is bothering the younger queen, so she rises from her bed and knocks lightly on the door before entering the bathroom.

Adore turns to look at her, and Bianca can’t help but to let her mouth fall open when she realizes what’s upset her friend. Across Adore’s forehead, in all capital letters is the scrawled word “FAGGOT.” All it takes is that one look from Bianca to get tears welling in Adore’s wide eyes. She puts a hand over her mouth and screws her eyes shut, eyeliner streaking down her cheek as tears begin to fall.

“Adore, baby, what happened?” Bianca asks. She steps to her friend, looping her arms around Adore’s neck as she presses her forehead to Adore’s.

“After the show, I went to get a few drinks like I normally do,” Adore says. Her voice is small and shaky, and it’s enough to nearly push Bianca to tears as well. “I didn’t think that I would be held down in the men’s room by strangers, but that’s what happened and well… yeah.” Her eyes opened and she looked up to the ceiling, tears still streaming down her face rapidly. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

“They’re the ones who are fucking stupid; you’re perfect,” Bianca assures. She uses her thumbs to wipe the tears away from Adore’s cheeks. “I hate to see you like this.”

Adore bobs her head, sniffling, “I do, too. I look like a swollen baby.”

Bianca can’t help but chuckle a little. “You are such a goofball.”

Adore finally cracks a hint of a grin, sighing as she breaks the hug. She pulls her wig off and then peels off her false lashes, sticking them to the porcelain sink. She begins to wipe away her makeup, saying, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“I’ll leave you to it then, kiddo,” Bianca replies. “I love you.”

“Actually, wait,” Adore says. She looks at Bianca, and there’s a slight blush rising in her cheeks as she asks, “Will you join me? I just really don’t want to be alone right now.”

Bianca is taken aback, but she answers nevertheless, “Uh, yeah, sure. No problem.”

Adore smiles. “Party.” With that, she pulls her dress off over her head, draping it over the sink.

Bianca turns her attention to unbuttoning her own shirt, and she can hear the familiar sound of tape ripping as Adore frees herself from her tuck. She steps into the shower, closing the curtain behind her and starting the water.

“Cute butt,” Bianca calls.

Adore pops her head out from behind the curtain, grinning. “Thanks, grandpa.”

Bianca mock laughs, then telling shortly, “Fuck you.”

Adore giggles, retreating back into the shower. Bianca continues to strip, folding her clothes neatly once she’s done and stacking them on the sink. She enters at the back of the shower. Adore is facing her, black ink running down her face as the water hits her. Adore opens her eyes, and Bianca can’t help but to steal a glance down below. When she meets Adore’s eyes again, she can tell that the queen must have noticed her sizing her up; she starts to blush and cross her legs.

“You’re so hot,” Bianca assures. She steps forward, placing a kiss on Adore’s lips. Her hands run down the younger queen’s sides, eventually landing on her ass and giving a squeeze. She grabs one of Adore’s thighs and pushes it up, allowing the queen to wrap her leg around her waist as they kiss again.

One of Adore’s hands makes its way onto Bianca’s cock, the other sliding around her waist to grab a hold of her ass. She breaks the kiss, instead sucking harshly on Bianca’s neck. Bianca’s head falls back in bliss, and Adore’s mouth travels to one of her nipples and starts working on the sensitive skin. Bianca’s cursing under her breath, both of her hands now firmly planted on Adore’s tight ass. Adore’s lips continue to travel south until she unceremoniously drops to her knees with a wet thud. Her wide eyes gaze up at Bianca as she eases her mouth onto her cock.

Bianca lets out a small whimper as Adore continues, bobbing with enthusiasm in response to Bianca’s sounds. One of Bianca’s hands threads through Adore’s dark hair, and the only word that can leave Bianca’s mouth is, “Fuck.”

Adore is grinning as she continues her work, one of her hands trailing up Bianca’s stomach. She quickens her pace, and she can all but feel Bianca’s hips twitching with stimulation. It isn’t much long after that Adore hears those famous last words, “I’m close.”

Adore simply focuses on the head of the cock while picking her speed up even further, and very soon Bianca is growling out a slew of obscenities as she comes, her hand clutching a fistful of Adore’s hair.

Adore swallows, then rising and kissing Bianca again. The two finish their shower soon after. Bianca retreats to her bed after kissing Adore once more, not bothering to dress before curling up under the duvet. Not long after, Adore surfaces from the bathroom, scantily clad in a red pair of briefs. Bianca doesn’t complain as Adore shuffles into bed next to her, and when one of her arms drapes over Bianca’s bare waist, all she can do is sigh contently.

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Sweet Dream (Biadore) - Lemonade

Summary: Danny finds out about Roy’s nightmares.

AN: The prompt asked for Danny singing Roy to sleep, but it didn’t work in with what I had already written. I hope anon isn’t too disappointed. I could always write a little follow up to this including it!

Roy tossed and turned. He mumbled frantically in his sleep. Danny watched this go on for twenty minutes before stepping in. He assumed it would stop on it’s own, maybe Roy just had to get comfortable. He grew concerned when Roy only seemed more distressed as time went on.

Danny kicked off his blankets to join Roy in bed. “Roy,” Danny whispered trying to wake Roy up. “Willow,” Danny shook Roy slightly. He was scared of jolting him out of his sleep. He couldn’t remember if you never woke a sleep walker, or a person having a nightmare, but he wouldn’t risk Roy’s well-being to find out.

Danny climbed under the covers with him. He wrapped his body around Roy’s while he cooed to him. Roy squirmed around in Danny’s embrace. Being closer to him made Danny realize Roy was hyperventilating. “You’re safe, Willow,” Danny soothed. “You’re okay, I’m here,” Danny pressed a kiss behind his ear. “Whatever it is, you’re gonna be okay,” Danny nuzzled his nose against Roy’s back, peppering kisses to his skin.

Roy started to relax. Danny breathed a sigh of relief when his thrashing stopped, and the distressed mumbling came to an end. All he could hear now was the slight snore in Roy’s breathing as it slowly returned to a normal pace.

Afraid that moving would disturb Roy, Danny decided to spend the rest of the night holding him. Danny pressed another kiss to the back of Roy’s neck. “Night, Willow,” he rested his cheek on Roy’s shoulder before falling asleep.

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Much to his surprise, Roy woke to Danny’s body intertwined with his own. His eyebrows laced together, he knew they didn’t end the night like this.

“Dan,” Roy rubbed Danny’s arm gently to wake him.

Green eyes squinted at the sudden intrusion of light. It took a minute for Danny to remember that he was in Roy’s bed, cuddled up dangerously close to him before finally sitting up. “Hi,” Danny greeted nonchalantly.

“Hi,” Roy returned in a tone that said he was waiting for some sort of an explanation for all of this. Danny, however, did not catch on. They sat silently until Roy figured out he wasn’t getting an answer.

”Is there a reason you were spooning me?” Roy asked, lightening up the question with a bit of humor so Danny would know he wasn’t upset about it.

Danny chewed on his bottom lip. He was nervous to tell Roy why he had crawled into bed with him. He felt like he was invading Roy’s privacy, like he saw him in a moment that he wasn’t suppose to. Danny twiddled with his fingers to avoid eye contact. “You were having a nightmare. It only stopped when I held you, so I did.”

For a moment silence fell over them. Danny became more anxious. He wouldn’t even look over at Roy.

Roy felt a tinge of something—Shame, embarrassment. He shook it away, moving off of the bed to fuss with his belongings on the nightstand. “I don’t know where they come from,” Roy began opening up. His tone was casual, though obviously the subject weighed on him.

“You mean this wasn’t a one time thing?”

Roy chuckled dryly. “Not a one time thing. More like a once a night thing.”

Danny’s heart dropped. Roy looked like he was going to die last night. Danny didn’t want to imagine him having to live with that every day.

“Do you ever remember what they’re about?” Danny inquired. Roy didn’t answer. More silence fell over them. The subject was almost dropped before Danny realized, “Is that why you were so pushy about not rooming with anyone else?”

A feeling of vulnerability came over Roy. He nodded his head, cleared his throat. “I didn’t want anyone else to see me like this.” Danny had been open, completely exposed with Roy so many times. He trusted Danny. He felt closer to him than anyone else in his life.

Danny nodded. It was a lot for him to take in, but he understood how deep inside of himself Roy was allowing him to see. “I won’t tell anybody,” Danny reassured.

“I know.”

They didn’t talk much about it after that. It was a fact of Roy’s life. Something he had to deal with. He’d rather not let it affect any more than it already did. From that night on, Danny made sure he was back at the hotel in time to cuddle Roy to sleep.

The only problem they ever had was the bus. The first month of shows were close enough that they never had to sleep on the tour bus. Once the dates started spreading out, sleeping in hotel rooms every night wasn’t an option.

Roy haphazardly stuffed his drag into his suitcases. “What if it happens on the tour bus? Everyone’s gonna hear me,” he panicked.

Danny dumped out Roy’s suitcase and started to pack it properly for him. Roy washed his hands of the chore, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“It’s not gonna happen. I’m still gonna cuddle you on the bus.”

Roy scoffed. “Then everyone’s gonna think we’re fucking.”

Danny shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone already thinks that.” He zipped Roy’s suitcase up, presenting it to him with a smile.

——

While Danny didn’t give two shits whether or not their friends thought they were hooking up, Roy did. So Danny waited until everyone seemed to be asleep before scurrying into Roy’s cubby.

It was a tight fit. Those beds were barely capable of accommodating one person. Danny curled up to Roy’s side, Roy draped an arm over Danny. “How do you feel?” Danny asked.

“Better now.”

Danny couldn’t help but to beam up at him.

Roy’s finger tips ran up and down the length of Danny’s spine. For some reason neither of them could get to sleep that night no matter how tightly they held each other.

“Dan?”

“Yes, baby?”

Their eyes met when Danny glanced up at Roy. For a moment Roy was struck speechless looking into them. He thought about how their relationship grew from their first meeting on set to what it is today. He thought about all the support Danny had given him during this tour. He thought about every time he held Danny while he cried, or every time Danny jumped into his arms out of excitement.

“Can I kiss you?” Roy asked.

Danny’s eyes widened, his mouth dropped. He quickly nodded his head, too shocked to scream fuck yes in Roy’s face.

Roy leaned down to catch Danny’s lips in a kiss. It was soft and gentle. Tame, but firm. Roy’s hand gripped the back of Danny’s neck, his fingers tangled with the hair there. It was so tender and full of love. Danny had never been kissed like that before. He quickly deepened it, turning it into a mess of tongue and teeth.

Roy held Danny’s sides as the brunette climbed up his body, keeping their lips connected the entire time. Danny couldn’t sit up. He had to slouch over to get his shirt off. Everything happened so fast Roy didn’t realize until Danny’s shirt had landed on his face. Danny giggled playfully before leaning down to taste his lips again. He ground down on Roy’s crotch, making him choke.

“Danny,” Roy groaned as the younger started kissing his neck. “Not here,” he said, peeling Danny off of himself. Roy cupped Danny’s pudgy cheek, “Not like this.” If they were going to sleep together Roy wanted it to be special. In a normal bed. In the privacy of an actual room.

Danny understood. He probably got too ahead of himself anyway. He slipped his shirt on, moving back to his place next to Roy’s side. Roy played with Danny’s hair and kissed his forehead.

“Hey, Willow?”

“Yeah, Dan?”

“Can we still makeout?”

Roy chuckled, “We can.”

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Not Casual At All: What Happens in the Sewing Room... (biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

I’m back back back back back again!  Here’s the deliciously naughty sewing room incident Bianca references in Not Casual At All.  

Let me know what you’d like to see next :D Currently writing their first time together, and looking for more ideas.  - MAS

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Bianca unfurled sequined yardage, smoothing it facedown across the work surface.  Her hands moved on automatic, aligning pattern pieces and chalking in marks.  Pinning and cutting fabric usually took a minimum of time, no matter how complicated the draping process.   Experience made the whole cycle simple, something she was currently very grateful for as a pair of arms looped around her waist, wrists crossed just above the top of her jeans and hands resting on each hip.  Instead of letting her work unimpeded, Adore stood so close that Bianca felt every inhale and exhale against her back as she leaned forward to straighten a fold.

She could also feel the completely unsubtle erection that Adore was happily rubbing against her ass.

Far too much practice helped Bianca successfully avoid reacting to the persistent attempts to distract her.  It was a well hidden struggle to not give in though, especially with the open-mouthed kisses being lavished on the side of her neck.  Adore eroded her willpower with every stroke of her tongue and lips across skin, breathing moans into Bianca’s ear.

“Bianxxxxxx…”

Clenching her teeth, Bianca focused on keeping her arm steady and moving the shears with even motions, feeling her way through the fabric.  Never content with being ignored, Adore shifted her weight against Bianca’s back until their bodies were molded together from neck to knee.

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Bianca pivoted around a corner and  concentrated on the rhythm of cutting.

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Nimble fingers worked their way underneath the hem of her oversized shirt, skating over her ribs as they traveled upwards.

“C’mon Willow, take a break.  Play with me.”

She couldn’t control the shiver when Adore accompanied the whispered plea with teasing caresses of both nipples.  Feather-light touches raised them into hard nubs, and Bianca’s eyes rolled back in response to the gentle rubbing, hands gone idle against the table.   A simultaneous pinch sent a bolt of arousal straight to her groin and she twitched sharply, shears slipping sideways as she gripped a handful of fabric.

“Mmmmm…” Hips rocked slowly against her ass, and Bianca swallowed a moan at the sticky hot wetness leaking through Adore’s pajama pants and onto her lower back with every lazy thrust.

“Fuck.”

Adore broke her own spell, knuckles rapping sharply against the edge of the table as she fumbled for the zipper of Bianca’s jeans.  Startled out of the sexual haze, Bianca straightened and gripped her wrist with the hand currently not occupied keeping her shears from ruining the bustier panel.  It took all of her formidable self-restraint not to drop everything and push Adore against the nearest wall.  While easy enough to play off as joking in front of an audience, the sexual tension that was blatantly obvious in public was nothing compared to what happened behind closed doors and away from cameras.

“I don’t-“

Adore hooked the fingers of her free hand under Bianca’s chin and tugged her head back, applying just a hint of teeth under the edge of her jaw.

“Adore…” Instead of admonishing, the name came out in a husky whimper as the person in question nibbled the skin below her ear, stopping just shy of leaving a love bite.

Bianca set down the shears and caught both wandering hands before all of the blood from her brain rushed between her legs.

“Can you wait twenty minutes for me to finish?”

There, that was a full sentence.

“But I want you now.”

She didn’t have to turn around to see Adore’s pout.

“Just let me finish cutting this out and I’m all yours.”

The frustrated huff across her spit-dampened neck made Bianca’s cock twitch, and she resisted the urge to thrust against the hand still fondling her crotch.  Adore must have felt it though, because her next words sounded smug.

“You sure?”

Bianca released her hands and turned halfway, pressing a firm but brief kiss to her pouting lips.

“Twenty minutes.”

Adore stepped back, the swollen head of her cock visible at the waistband of her pajama pants, and Bianca wondered if her better judgment should just fuck off.

“Fine…I’ll just go get started without you.”  The sultry smile combined with Adore palming her own erection was a sight Bianca carefully stored away as jerk off material for her evenings alone on tour.  Adore’s smile widened when she saw the intense stare.  Satisfied that Bianca was watching, she let her eyes drift half close, raising her unoccupied hand to slowly slide two fingers into her mouth, sucking and moaning sloppily around them.

Bianca swallowed hard.  Her resolve was weakening, even if she managed to sound calm.  Giving in to Adore every time she was horny was far too dangerous for her self-control.

“I’m serious, I promise I just need to get this done.”

Adore blew her a kiss, tongue darting out to wet her lower lip as she backed out of the room and turned to head down the hallway, late afternoon sunlight catching the curves of her ass emphasized by the thin fabric.  

Blowing out a long breath, Bianca pointedly ignored the way her half-hard cock pressed into the high tabletop and picked up her shears again.  Without the physical distraction, it was easy to set her hands working while her mind wandered into the bedroom with Adore.  She pictured her sprawled across the sheets, long legs spread wide.  Bianca thought about her digging out the bottle of lube, rubbing the slickness over her cock as she fisted it.  The quiet click she could have sworn was the nightstand drawer had to be wishful thinking, none of which was going to cut the fabric if she didn’t focus.  It wouldn’t take more than ten minutes to finish, and she planned to pounce on Adore early as a reward for behaving.

She made it through two more curved panels before the sound of bare feet on the hardwood floor interrupted her again.

“You’re not making-“

Bianca halted mid-sentence as her hips were grabbed and she was spun around against the table, one hand still holding the shears and the other flailing out for balance.  The look on her assailant’s face was determined and aroused, holding her transfixed while a completely naked Adore dropped to her knees.

“Fuck waiting.”

Bianca’s jeans and underwear were around her ankles less than ten seconds later.  Adore raised her hand to her mouth, using her teeth to tear open a condom while pinning her in place with fingers splayed over her thigh.   Spitting out the strip of foil, Adore released her leg and gave her cock a firm stroke from base to tip, thumb playing over the head in a way calculated to make Bianca see stars.

“You know,” Adore spoke in a conversational tone while she rapidly worked Bianca to full hardness with the practiced ease of a longtime lover, “I never was good at following directions.”

She gave Bianca a cheeky wink before popping the condom into her mouth and using her tongue and lips to roll it down her length.

“Adore-” Bianca lost track of where the sentence was going as wet lips worked their way down her shaft, nuzzling and then nudging her balls aside to lick the sensitive skin behind them.  The slight scratch of stubble against her inner thighs was maddening.  “Fuck.”

“Mmmhmmm….”

Adore curled her tongue around the head of her cock, eyes promising wicked things.  Her hand slipped back under Bianca’s shirt to tease a nipple, pinching and tugging gently before switching sides to repeat the process.  Bianca’s thickness stretched her lips in the most delicious way, moaning happily as her cheeks hollowed around the cock filling her mouth.  The air in the room suddenly felt stiflingly hot.

One of Adore’s clever fingers stroked that place behind her balls again, teasing just shy of her hole, and Bianca gripped the table as her knees buckled.

“-fuck, owww!”

The shears tumbled from her nerveless grasp, bouncing off Adore’s bare shoulder before landing on the floor with a metallic clang.  They both stared at the offending tool for a few seconds before Adore shrugged and guided Bianca’s now empty hand to the back of her head.

“C’mon, I know you want to,” she murmured intimately, biting Bianca’s hip.  “Fuck my face.”

Permission granted, Bianca gave in to the urge to thrust into the welcoming slick heat of her mouth.  Adore relaxed her jaw, letting the tip of her cock hit the back of her mouth before swallowing against it, right on the edge of choking.  Her eyes stayed locked with Bianca’s, moans vibrating around her cock with every breath.  Wet sucking sounds filled the air, and Bianca watched Adore reach down to begin stroking her own cock in the same rhythm.  Tension coiled at the base of her spine.

“Fuck yeah, I’m close,” Bianca gasped.

Adore hummed an affirmation, pulling in a long breath through her nose and sucking even harder.

“Gonna come in your mouth…”

As Adore’s eyes slipped closed in obvious enjoyment, Bianca forced her own to stay open, teetering on the edge.  Adore opened her mouth a fraction wider and the head of Bianca’s cock slipped down her throat just far enough that she couldn’t breathe.

The look of bliss on Adore’s face combined with the amount of trust the gesture implied never failed to destroy the last of her control, and today was no different.  Orgasm slammed into her, blanking her vision, and Adore caught her hips with both hands, holding Bianca up against the table as she came with a guttural moan.  She held her position as long as possible while Bianca’s cock pulsed in her mouth before pulling off to draw in a series of deep breaths interspersed with coughs.

The room slowly came back into focus.  Bianca was aware of Adore panting on the floor in front of her, face flushed and eyes watering, lips even more swollen than usual.  After a couple of failed attempts, she managed to pull the condom off her softening cock with shaky fingers, tying it and throwing it into the wastebasket meant for fabric scraps.

Going to have to empty that later.

Too drained to stay standing, Bianca dropped to her knees alongside Adore, brushing the messy hair back from her sweaty forehead.

“Your turn?”

The words came out in the low tone Adore privately referred to as Bianca’s bedroom voice, husky and rough with sex, and her cock twitched in response.  Bianca brushed her fingers aside to give it an affectionate squeeze before cupping her balls.  She nodded eagerly.

“Mmmhmmm, please.”

“Got another one?”

With a lopsided grin, Adore fumbled on the floor next to her until she came up with a second foil packet, tearing it open and rolling the condom over her cock quickly.

“How do you…?”

She didn’t have to worry about finishing the sentence.  Bianca evidently understood the vague question, pulling off the sweaty shirt she was still wearing and tucking it under her head as she laid on the floor.

“C’mere.”

It took a moment for her sex-fogged brain to catch on to the invitation, then Adore was moving to straddle Bianca’s chest, one knee to either side of her shoulders.  Steadying her cock with one hand, she guided it into her open mouth and stopped when Bianca pinched her hip in warning.

“Can I…?”

Bianca rolled her eyes, quirked eyebrow and groan around her cock sounding an awful lot like, “really queen?”

Adore reached forward to grab the table for support, her other hand anchoring itself in Bianca’s short hair.   She gave a few shallow thrusts, whimpering as a talented tongue slid against her shaft.  A moment later, the restraining hand moved away from her hip and settled on her ass.  After the unspoken signal that Bianca was comfortable, Adore tightened her grip on her hair and thrust in roughly, sliding deeper.

“Fuck, B,” she forced out between thrusts, “fuck, you’re.  So good.  At this.”

Bianca’s self-satisfied groan vibrated down the length of her shaft, fingers tracing teasing patterns over her ass and slipping between her cheeks just far enough to send bolts of pleasure racing down her spine.  Settling into her rhythm, Adore’s back arched into a tense curve, fucking Bianca’s mouth with forceful strokes.  

“Oh my god, fuck…fucking love your mouth.  So fucking hot - so hot - when you let me do this.  No one else…just you.”

Bianca might have been under her, but it didn’t mean she was passive.  Her tongue flicked under the head of her cock every time Adore pulled back, spit-slick lips wrapped tight.  Those restless hands were in constant motion, clutching at her ass, sliding up to play with her nipples.   Her balls tightened with every obscenely wet pass over Bianca’s swollen lips, moans cut off as her cock thrust deeper.

Sucking Bianca’s cock always made her horny, but this was the ultimate thrill, Bianca trusting her enough to set her normally dominant nature aside and allowing Adore to use her.  Let her run her mouth without holding it against her later. 

“Fuuuuuuccckkk.  So close.”

(She always joked that a cock down her throat was the only way to make Bianca Del Rio shut up).

A whine escaped on Bianca’s next breath, and that was it.  Adore’s head fell back as she came, riding Bianca’s mouth while lightning shot through her veins.  Bianca gripped her ass, forcing her cock as far down her throat as possible, milking out every aftershock of pleasure.

An indeterminate amount of time later, she was dimly aware of Bianca discarding the condom, hunched over and still breathing hard.

“My fucking neck,” Bianca muttered without real bite, “shit.  And don’t think I missed the part where you tried to finger me.”

Adore offered a rough, noncommittal noise in response.

“Bring the lube next time.” Bianca’s smirk was audible.  “And we’ll see.  I need a fucking nap after that,” she continued, apparently unbothered by her lack of a verbal reply.

Gentle hands coaxed her to her feet, and everything was a little hazy until Bianca pushed her down onto her bed.  Those same hands gripped her ankles and heaved her legs around until she was lying amidst the mountain of pillows piled against the headboard.

Bianca prodded and tugged until Adore was arranged to her liking, curled against her side and sharing the pillow.

“Night, pussyface.”  Bianca’s sleepy whisper was tinged with affection.

The air conditioner kicked on, raising goosebumps on naked skin still damp with sweat.  Adore used her feet to pull the duvet close enough to cover them both, smiling in response to Bianca’s appreciative murmur.   She let out a satisfied sigh when a kiss was pressed to her temple and roused herself enough to drape an arm over Bianca’s chest.  Her fingers idly stroked the warm skin, feeling the rasp of stubble where Bianca shaved for her infamous cowl necklines.  Nineteen thirties glamour suited her slim figure and seeing the flawless tuck in her clinging gowns always made Adore slightly horny, thinking about how the audiences would react if they only knew what was underneath. 

The sheets rustled quietly as they settled in, smelling of Bianca’s soap and the faintest hint of sex.  She could still feel the pleasurable ache in her jaw, and wondered about a second round after they both woke up…

Bianca’s breathing evened out in sleep and Adore drifted off to the familiar sound of her soft snoring.

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Until the Flavor's Gone (16/?) (Biadore) - Kitschy Pixel

A/N: So. It’s been awhile, hey there, hi there, and hello. Now, here’s the deal of what is going down. This is not the original chapter 16 that I planned to give you guys and this chapter was not the chapter that I’ve been laboriously toiling away at for… an ungoldly number of months.

What happened was, the original chapter 16 was starting to climb into the 20 page mark. So for the sake of just about everyone, I had to split it up, and for the sake of giving you guys an update – I’m posting it now and I think I can promise you guys that you won’t be waiting another seven months for chapter 17. I hope you all can forgive me. Feel free to wander to my sideblog @kitschypixel and let me hear about it.

In this chapter, Danny deals with where they are now, Roy texts the wrong person, and Shane becomes the only audience to the mess that’s on the horizon – for now.

Warnings for language, sexually suggestive text messages, excessive alcoholism, and everyone’s a tease. Including me.

Chapter 16

In the months following Danny’s return from New York, he and Roy barely spoke. Danny blamed a busy schedule, but there was an inexplicable bitterness that still clung onto his chest that he didn’t want to acknowledge. They’d left on good terms, he reasoned, so it shouldn’t be there.

“It’s that one rejection,” Shane remarked off hand as Danny reclined on his couch and tried to describe said feeling to someone who wasn’t himself, “Not to say that you’re the type to be mad at someone for saying ‘no’ to sex, it’s just the principle of the thing. You’re used to him giving you what you want…”

“Thanks a lot, Jiminy,” Danny drawled out, scowling a little at the thought, “So why do I still care? I mean… we talked about the whole thing. It should be good now.”

“First of all, that wasn’t a moral judgement, so that doesn’t make me your conscience. But, if we’re going to bring it up, I am far more qualified to be one than a cricket – who was horrible at his job to begin with, I might add! – and, my dear Danny, you don’t actually need me to explain to you why you still care, because you already know. You just don’t want to admit just how much you still crave his approval because that’s scary.”

“And you say you’d a better conscience than Jiminy…”

“I would be! Have you even watched that movie? Jiminy was promoted to conscience simply by being at the right place and the right time. Also? I’m right. You just need to listen to me better.”

“I don’t have anything to prove to him.”

“And you are absolutely right, now you just got to believe that.”

Danny started singing When You Wish Upon a Star in response, mumbling over the words that he didn’t know, laughing at Shane’s glare in his direction all the while. The song dissolved into a mess of giggles and Danny curled up on his side, staring off into space for a minute before he pressed his lips together in a tight line.

“You think he’s dating that guy who keeps popping up in his feed?”

“Oh, totally. They are definitely fucking…” Shane tilted his head tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair. “You okay with that?”

“Honestly?” Danny hummed and pressed his fingers to his lip, a ghost of a smile dancing there before he turned back to Shane. “I really am. I mean… good for him, you know?” He waited a moment to see if that bitterness moved from his chest to bleed into what he was saying. There was a slight sense of relief when it didn’t. “Hey… if he can find someone, there’s hope for me, right?”

“There’s hope for us all!” Shane held his arms out wide in a dramatic gesture before grinning and settling back into his seat with a wistful sigh, crinkling his nose a little at nothing in particular. “Is it bad taste to start a betting pool on how long this is going to last?”

“Yup. How much do you have in it?”

“Ten.”

“Twenty.”

“High roller.”

“Let Courtney make out with me on camera in a hot tub and you could be too.”

Shane snorted before he reached over to search for his drink. “Is that your master plan? Peddle thinly veiled soft core lesbian porn as a music video for popularity?”

Danny grinned a bit, “Why not? It worked for Britney and Madonna,” he quipped before he crawled over to the side of the couch that was closer to where Shane was sitting, eyes wide and pout ready. “And it’ll only work if you say ye~es…” He cocked his head to the side and offered a wide grin, “ Come on, You know you want to be a skank with me.”

Shane tapped his chin with a thoughtful expression and his eyes twinkled with mischief before he hummed, “Is it going to be tasteful?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then I’m in!”

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The first text Danny got from Roy was about a week after Jump the Gun made its debut on Youtube, and he was about 90% sure that it wasn’t meant for him.

I’m fucking you so hard when I get there, you asshole.

Maybe 98%. Either way, he was not about to let the opportunity to give Roy shit for something pass, so he carefully considered his response before finally typing out,

Wow. Promise? Let me buy a ticket real quick and I’ll meet you.

There was a predictably long pause and Danny continued to check his phone periodically for the inevitable response. He was getting caught up in a vortex of Youtube hell when his phone finally buzzed beside him. He smirked at the reply.

That wasn’t for you.

Simplistic, definitive, and without further explanation – classic and in no way acceptable. He knew Roy knew it too, because there was a long sigh when Roy answered the follow-up phone call.

“You could have just texted me.”

“And miss hearing your sex voice? No chance in hell,” Danny grinned at the cracks in Roy’s softer than normal words, “Is he still there?”

“No. He just left.”

“Damn. No cuddle clause in your dating arrangements either?”

“Fuck off, we both have work in the morning,” the finality in his voice meant that Danny would have to try a lot harder than usual to pry anything further from him on that particular subject, so he opted not to try tonight. Instead, he let Roy take the lead. “So what’d you need?”

“Nothing, really,” Danny admitted, “Just needed to give you shit. Why does he get dirty text messages and not me?”

“We’re dating.”

“Rude. Does he get all your best dick pics too?” Danny laughed at the repeated ‘fuck off’ before he set his laptop aside to pick at the pilling on his sheets like some nervous school girl. He chewed on his lip before he finally spoke up again, “You know… I kind of missed hearing from you,” he managed. That bitter feeling, the one he’d been toting since he got back home, began to squirm a little, making his heart jump a few times. There was a pause and Danny waited anxiously for some kind of response to fill in the silent spaces. There was an uplifting hitch in the sigh that followed – a kind of half formed chuckle let out in a breath.

“Yeah,” he croaked before clearing his throat, “Shut up,” he remarked, cutting off Danny’s snickering, “Things kind of got… serious. Sorry.”

Danny bit back the snarky ‘no shit’ and kept the flippant ‘I figured’ from rolling off his tongue. Instead, he replied with a blissful, “Don’t be. You actually look happy.”

“And what about you?”

“Me? I’m…” A small smile started to curl as Danny pressed his lips together. He could feel his cheeks burn, which was a bit absurd, but no one was around to see it so he didn’t really care. “Can I get back to you on that?” His voice had pitched higher towards the end and he felt a bit giddy.

“Mmmhm… yeah, sure. Just enjoy yourself, kid.”

“Oh gross, don’t do that. It makes you sound old.”

The serenity broke with a cackle and Danny could hear the smile through the phone, “Fucking bitch.”

They chatted lightly before the conversation slowly petered out and left them with nothing left than to say ‘goodbye’. When they hung up, Danny shifted a few time, pressing his fingers just below his sternum to settle the butterflies that began to rustle around in his gut as he stared at his phone and opened up a freshly saved contact from the other night.

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It was easy to talk to Roy when everything was fine. They didn’t talk everyday (they didn’t have time) but when they did it was nice. It was normal.

When things became decidedly less fine and then spiraled down into absolutely miserable for Danny, talking to Roy wasn’t easy anymore. In fact, Danny found it downright agonizing. That leftover bit of bitterness that held onto his chest for months – the one that didn’t grow or begin to bite, just sat there benign but incredibly present – felt like it had lumped and hardened. He’d stopped following him on social media. Just for now. So it wouldn’t get worse and turn to jealousy as he saw Roy still be happy.

Hey, are you okay?

Danny hadn’t replied for fear of lying – or worse, telling the absolute truth and having Roy try desperately to turn it into a joke to make him smile. Instead, he clung to Shane in some kind of blind desperation to stay emotionally afloat. So far, it was allowed and led to Danny, curled up pathetically on Shane’s couch, consistently losing track of the drink that he never put down to begin with.

But Shane was beginning to start to grow a little weary from playing babysitter as he watched his friend stumble from the casual drinking, into the deeper the pits of alcoholism and whatever else Danny was finding comfort in these days. Don’t judge, he reminded himself, you’re not his moral compass. This had become his mantra whenever they spent time together.

He nudged Danny with his foot to see if he’d passed out yet. There was a drowsy ‘mmmm?’ in response.

“You know, he’s been asking me about you. He almost seems worried. It’s… weird.”

“Who?” Danny muttered as he tried to blink himself into some kind of semblance of consciousness.

“Your long distance husband.”

“Ugh…” He would have rolled his eyes if the thought of it hadn’t made him feel dizzy. “Shut up… we never acted married.”

“By whose definition?” Shane challenged. It wasn’t fair. Danny was at least six drinks ahead of Shane, which made it harder for him to argue. He settled on a weak ‘we didn’t’ as he tried to throw a decorative pillow at Shane and missed. Shane stared at the offending pillow for a minute before picking it up and holding it to his chest, looking thoughtful as he replied, “Well I would say ‘dad’… but given your history, that’s a bit gross.”

Danny erupted in what was probably his first giggle fit of the evening as he scrunched up his face and exclaimed a long, drawn out ‘ewwww’ and Shane replied in kind with a grimace, “Though I suppose making the comparison of spouse and parent similar is concerning within itself….”

“Oh my god, shut up…” Danny groaned as Shane quipped something about if Roy were there, he’d make a joke about it being kinky. He mimed gagging before waving his arms to try to get Shane to cease talking. “Ugh! No! All of that! No to all fucking that!” Danny flopped back and pressed his palms into his eyes, thinking the conversation was over before it was finally placed back on the tracks it’d derailed from when Shane quietly asked,

“So what do I tell him?”

“Huh?” Danny squinted a little as he tried to remember what they were talking about before he sighed heavily and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling, “Oh… right… fuck.” He wiped his hand across his eyes before waving the whole thing off. “I’m fine.”

With a quiet, ‘right, okay’, Shane let the subject drop. His hands fidgeted for a moment before he finally picked up his phone, the wheels turning in his head a fraction slower, but still enough for him to start a plan.

I think I’m going to need your help soon.

He hit send and waited, tapping short nails on the back of his phone as he watched Danny just curl up on himself, trying to cocoon into his jacket without much luck. The minutes rolled by before finally, there was a reply.

What’s going on?

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Black Leather Chapter 3 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

Cluck Cluck Motherfuck. For the person who asked if there can be some smut in this fic…c’mon you know daddy will always supply my loves. Seriously though there originally was smut in the first chapter but idk it didn’t make it in the final draft. To make it up to you here’s some fluff, some smut and some Nirvana. Also unlike my other fics this shit is actually fairly planned out so…there will probably only be 2 more chapters…now is your chance to tell me what you’d like more of in this fic. K bye.

“Oh you bitch.” Roy laughed when Darienne, who he was walking in with their arms linked, pushed him into the pink wall.

He was in pretty much the same outfit as the previous episode but this time in a white polo shirt and brown blazer completely hiding his birth mark on his chest.

Shane and Dela entering with giggles behind them and slowly and silently Danny with a black bandana covering his mouth entered way in the back.

Underneath a black shirt with some dancing skeletons on and a pale red flannel he hid his birth mark too. It wasn’t part of their new arrangement with the producers but they felt more comfortable hiding it for the time being.

The two strange men that Duncan was with the previous day of filming were from the studio. Before letting them return to the hotel after the last episode they had called the couple aside into a strangely eery executive room.

There they, RuPaul included, made the new couple sign a disclosure with all the terms they’d previously discussed as well as a few new compromises.

They would allow the men to continue the last week of filming as if nothing had happened, the only extra benefit they added were allowing them to spend the weekend in the same hotel room.

They just weren’t allowed to discuss the competition of course, not that anyone really thought a new linked couple would have the free time.

The other new compromises were that the queens could be affectionate in the workroom if they pleased, within limits, as long as they allowed whatever was caught on camera be shown at the finale.

They would then dedicate a segment to their relationship and announce their linking at any given moment during it’s filming. Part of that meant Adore and Bianca would have to wear matching outfits.

Roy and Danny however wouldn’t be informed on when the segment would take place. This was to leave the element of surprise in making their reactions more genuine and organic.

They would also have to come back to the studios two weeks prior to it’s taping to film a quick interview of their life after linking and what it was like to experience something that intimate during the show.

Like agreed upon earlier however once filming had ended at the end of each day or when they were dedragging these rules no longer applied. They were then free to go about as they pleased until they got back to the hotel and were quarantined again.

The final part of their terms were that regardless of them being soulmates if one of them got eliminated she would still have to leave. The remaining queen would however get to keep a few of their belongings just for safety reasons.

Danny however had some concerns about the segment, he was afraid they’d manipulate too many things about their relationship for the ratings. He attributed this distrust in producers to his time on American Idol but Roy sat him down and presented him with some pros and cons.

Con, yes they’d use whatever footage they had of them being together for the finale. Pro, they could be together.

Honestly that seemed to be the only pro Roy had to explain because after that Danny happily signed whatever they presented them.

While they were being mic’d for this week’s episode however Danny had explained how determined he was to give them as little ammunition as possible. He was standing his ground. Hence the silently sitting across from Roy at the table playing with his nails.

Roy decided to test his resolve with this whole standing his ground thing and tapped the table to get his attention before anyone could speak. “That’s it fight the man over there fidgety.”

Roy got a couple of confused looks but he saw Danny’s eyes light up which made it worth it. He even pulled down his bandana to reveal a small smile. “Fuck all the way off.”

Roy kept an eye on Danny’s hands examining the skin around his chewed up fingernails that he had been picking at. He really was just a lankly ball of nerves sometimes.

“You are such a liar.” Roy rolled his eyes in response to Shane’s bullshit story about writing down his prediction of them being the top 5.

“I swear to god.”

“You are so full of shit.” He smiled, Danny now smiling too. When one soulmate was happy it was great, but when both were and they could both enjoy each others joy it was down right amazing.

“Well it was the best of a bad bunch really wasnt it.” Shane shrugged making Danny burst into his adorable soft giggle.

“You are starting some shit.” Danny finally spoke.

“Saved by the bell.” Roy gasped when the loud siren went off again.

When they got up to walk away he waited a minute for Danny to catch up, Danny grabbed Roy’s hand giving it a tug when he passed him.

“Love you.” Roy smiled at him walking away.

“Love you too. Kill it today.” Danny peered over his shoulder smiling at him, already in a better mood.

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“Now, in the heat of competition a lot of unexpressed feelings can get bottled up…”

Roy’s stomach dropped and his smile fell. Shit

He knew the fact that he and Danny finally had a chance to get to stand together wasn’t just some crazy fluke. His luck was too fucked up for that.

Ru definitely had a hand in this, Mama Ru had brought something up during there little consultation about knowing too well what the torture of being separated from your soulmate was like.

Mama Ru has a soulmate though? This was new information that honestly was still shocking him.

Lucky for them maybe Roy’s luck wasn’t actually that bad - it was finally the much anticipated puppet challenge.

“Because everybody loves puppets.”

Rumor has it every time a drag queen says the now iconic quote Tammy Faye Messner not just rolls over in her grave, she sometimes even does a death drop.

Danny next to him was mischievously rubbing his hands together as if he was warming them up to avoid giving whatever puppet buddy he got a very cold, unpleasant fist.

He was definitely in MUCH better spirits by the way he made his way over to the big hole in the fake pink wall hopping over first looking like some crippled obnoxiously tall rabbit.

Peering into the hole first before he stuck his arm in he got Dela.

“Dela!” Ru announced.

“Yay.” He cheered shaking poor baby Dela’s head.

Roy strutted over next looking at Danny as he stuck his entire arm in hoping the further he dig the better chance of nabbing a good one.

“I have…Adore.” He growled her name deeply. On one hand this was absolutely fucking perfect but on the other hand he didn’t want to read his soulmate too harshly.

“Oh shit.” Danny nervously laughed.

The other queens went up next one by one making their way to the fake wall. Darienne got courtney, Dela got none other than Bianca, who’s mouth he clamped shut earning a laugh. Courtney obviously got Darienne since she was only one who was left, making a shady comment about the hole being big enough first.

The giggles muffled behind a pair of hands that Roy could hear coming from the giddy giraffe next to him made his heart flutter.

When Ru gave the girls the go ahead Roy and Danny playfully pushed each other’s side, Danny just being plain mean pushed him back to give himself a head start.

“So, Bianca, you giving it a nice hog body?” Shane quipped.

“Oh you think” Roy had a hint of a slight evil chuckle in his voice.

“You are so evil.” Danny looked over to him.

“Darienne you have Courtney’s costume together?” He quickly changed the subject. Not before he and Danny stuck their tongues out at each other though.

“I was hoping I could get someone else to make it for me.”

Roy let out a very loud animated gasp at the shade fest already beginning. He loved Darienne’s shady side he couldn’t deny it.

“Ooh…” Dela and Danny joined in.

“It’s interesting that Bianca, who could’ve taken any of us down, got the absolutely easiest to pick.” Dela decided to chime into the shadiness.

“I did get a easy one.”

“Um, shut up. What is that supposed to mean?” Danny whined in a higher than normal tone.

“It’s nothing bad you’re just basically already a puppet.”

“Ah!” Danny instinctively looked over to Roy clearly hoping he’d defend him but Roy stood his ground smiling brightly.

“That is so rude!”

“No you’re just really easy to imitate where as Biancas hard to imitate because I don’t listen to her.”

Danny gasped again looking back at Roy. ‘This bitch…’

“Oh my god.” Roy laughed more at Danny’s thought in his mind rather than the other queen’s comment. “Pipe down.” He snapped at Danny quickly blushing when he realized it was his annoyingly loud thinking and not something he actually said out loud. Woops.

Danny’s puppet of Dela was unbelievably precious making Roy crack up the moment he opened his mouth.

Playing it safe to avoid hurting his soulmate Roy followed Dela’s advice and turned his puppet of the already very puppet like Danny into basically a glorified caricature of him spitting out catchphrases in the most Adore like voice he could muster.

To nobody’s surprise Dela with her impeccable, big acrylic nail teethed portrayal of Bianca won. Even Bianca thought she was fucking hysterical, but she did make an mental note to maybe accidentally slash her dress before the runway.

The universe yet again smiled down upon the cuban queen proving Roy’s theory of his inhumanly fucked up luck wrong. They’re main challenge this week had Roy Haylock’s name written all over it. They had to make three runway looks.

Bangie girl bling, Platinum Card Excutive Realness & Dripping in Jewels Eleganza.

Roy was already at work and in his element sewing. The one place he felt most at home, in front of the whirring machine where he could create.

“C’mon diamonds.” The voice of Laganja took over Danny as he dropped his mannequin trying to stack him.

After Roy asked Dela if he was okay he walked over to the mirror to test his boat neck puffy frill over his shoulders.

“I like this…To start with.” Roy turned examining his reflection.

Roy turned to Danny asking silently for his opinion as he examined his work from a different side.

“That’s pretty.”

Roy turned back to him. “Yeah.”

“Fuck off.” Roy tried to hide his smile at Danny’s comment as he started hand stitching one of his accessories for his look.

When Roy started inquiring as to how Dela chose who to get what gem and why exactly she got sapphire, which he wasn’t mad about, just curious, Dela explained she didn’t really think about any of them. Except for Danny, she gave him the easiest.

Made sense. Danny was talented in many things but sewing definitely was not one of them, not by a long shot.

“Why not just give her cement shoes and throw her in the water or give her something really rough?” Darienne and her fucked up shady ways came through making everyone look up in utter disbelief.

“Cause shes not a evil cunt.” Danny intervened.

‘That’s my boy.’ Roy thought.

“I mean this is a competition.”

“So? Bitch! I wouldn’t throw you under the damn ocean?” Danny looked up. He made a good point it was just maybe a little…confused, but good

Roy’s protective instinct kicked in ready to defend his love’s honor and glared at Darienne ready to jump in but Danny looked over to him shaking his head. His way of silently saying ‘Down boy.’

“Am I being hateful by saying that?” Darienne spoke up again.

“No you’re being real.” Danny smiled, clearly having been raised right by his mother. Although from what Roy saw in the video she sent Adore and what he’s heard from Danny she probably would’ve been on his side ready to gut the shady elephant.

“And that’s what I am…I real.” Darienne channeled her best inner banjie girl swaying her head.

“And you’re real self…is hateful.” Dela added from under her table where she was working on her…gown? Bedazzled cardboard?

“Meowr.” Roy growled undeniably enjoying the drama.

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During Ru’s visit Roy noted a heavy feeling in his chest, so unbearably heavy he was certain his heart would fall out any moment.

He instinctively looked up to Danny’s station and spotted him crying with his hand in front of his mouth, chewing on his nails to hide it.

‘Baby…’ He ceased whatever he was busy with, the idea of work completely leaving his mind being replaced by only the thought of comforting Danny in whichever way possible.

He could physically feel the discouragement radiating from his soulmate, his sorrow digging into his very being.

After Ru had lined them all up and explained the fact that the glitter ball had to be an actual ball with choreography and singing they were all fairly over it. Except when Ru dropped the bomb that Dela had to be in charge of choreographing it.

That little magical bit of information was a god sent that made everything about this ball worth it ten fold. Regardless that gnawing in his chest coming from his love’s depressed state didn’t ease up.

The girls were lined up set to be escorted to the empty main stage for rehearsals when Danny came up to him, grabbing onto of his wrist when he went to fall into the neat little row of queens.

“Hey there leaky.” He swung Danny’s arm in an attempt to lighten the mood, the younger just halfheartedly smiling the same way he did with Ru.

Danny slid his hand down to Roy’s interlocking their fingers. “I going home next, aren’t I?”

“Not over my fucking cold dead body, you’ll turn this out don’t worry. Come here, my angel.” Roy tugged on his hand easily drawing him in for a hug, Danny nearly lost his balance in the process but standing on one leg and with Roy’s help he remained upright. He gave his cheek a few speedy small kisses, smiling when he felt the corners of his mouth forming into a smile as wel. “There’s my favorite fucker.”

The gnawing in his chest easing and turning into gentle butterflies. Everything was still muffled but he’d began developing a system, kind of. Somewhere in the darkness he had found a flashlight if you will, using it to navigate Danny’s emotions flooding through him constantly.

Whenever he got happy it was like a soft tingling, for lack of a better metaphor, butterflies.

“Sorry for being so leaky.” Danny looked up at him pouting.

“Go be leaky under Courtney so the bitch falls on stage. Showgirls that hoe.” This made Danny genuinely laugh and hide his face in Roy’s shoulder.

-

“How you doin’ over there, Adore?” Roy asked after rehearsals cutting some fabric.

“So far I think so good.” Danny nodded. “I wanted to just drench this in diamonds.”

“Well you have a lot of rinestones?” Roy spotted the glass bowl of sparkling clear gems taking a break from his snipping.

“Kinda?”

“What about that pretty stuff unda’ your table?” He pointed with his giant pair of scissors to the bundles of sparkly fabric.

“That?” Danny followed his pointing.

“Yeah.”

“I was gonna use that to make a tutu but…I don’t know how.”

“Why don’t you gather that up?”

Danny looked up from where he was sitting with the fabric very confusingly smiling ever so slightly at him. “Gather it up?”

“Oh wait I’ll show you.” Everyone looked up knowingly at each other knowing exactly why Roy was really going over to him to help him but fuck them. “What you really could do is cut it evenly.”

“Mh-hm.”

“To a length…and gather it on top.” He held the fabric up against his dress where it had to go.

“Uh-huh.” Danny agreed in a nasally tone brightly smiling at him. Clearly not following as if everything was going directly over his pretty little head.

“Listen.” He scolded flicking his forehead.

“Thank you B.”

“You’re welcome.” He bent down to where he was grabbing the sides of his face. “Mwah.” He gave him a loud kiss and walked back to finish his own dress keeping an eye on his progress every now and then.

“You’re supposed to cut it in strips and just glue it like that right?” Danny asked motioning in the air with some oddly snipped up pieces of the fabric from earlier.

“Oh no…Not like that.” Roy cried out defeatedly from behind his sewing machine hiding his laughter.

“It looks ugly.” Danny whined holding the mannequin with the dress on up high in the air.

“It does.” He broke face at Danny’s bubbly laughing.

In the couple of weeks of filming the sweet sound had become his favorite thing in the entire world. Nothing made him happier than hearing that breathtakingly stupid sound.

“I don’t know how to make a fucking tutu!” Danny laughed turning in a circle with the leftover white fabric he previously destroyed covering his face.

“Oh…you mean like wrap it then…” He motioned with his fingers how Roy gathered it earlier.

Roy pulled a face he knew wouldn’t exactly be helpful in this situation but it was too ridiculous not to cringe at. Poor baby was absolutely useless.

“I don’t fucking make clothes.” Danny pulled the same face at him shaking his head and returned to putting endless sparkles on his dress’s coset.

-

“Alright ladies! 20 minutes, wrap up what you need to!” A crew member circled the queens reminding them of their time remaining till filming wrapped for the week.

Because they didn’t film on weekends, today being Friday, the queens had to wait two excruciatingly long days to present their ‘Dripping in Jewels Eleganza’.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Roy liked the part of the dress that he had gotten completed so far, the most important part was basically finished all it needed was some sparkles.

Danny had offered to assist him with it when they returned on Monday but he was concerned for his partner’s tutu and thus declined his help.

His diamond inspired dress didn’t look bad, on the contrary it was actually coming along great and he knew Danny would be looking absolutely enchanting in it. However he knew the judges were unpredictable and could tear anyone, particularly Adore, to shreds in a heartbeat like the vultures they were.

He took a step back to examine his day’s work hanging on the grey mannequin with his hands in his jean pockets, rubbing the small handkerchief of Danny’s that he kept there at all times between his fingertips.

So far it was a strapless smooth, satin like gown with not much detailing but impeccable workmanship. Earlier in the day he had already made what looked like the sapphire version of Danny’s tutu to place around his shoulders with a matching big puffy bracelet.

All he still needed to do was bring in the waist and attach a darker shade of blue belt…and then bedazzle the living Jesus out of everything but that could come later. As long as he had a garment, he was happy.

It was still more than Darienne had.

He shook his head in disgust at the hideous brown, bejeweled body bag Darienne was making and went back to his sewing machine to try and make aforementioned blue belt.

“Duncan!” Danny popped out of his station from underneath his white diamond dress like a tall meerkat. “Since it’s only like 20 left can we play some music?”

“Yes please?” Shane joined in plopping theatrically down on the couch next to his station by the wall of multicolored fabrics.

Even Darienne agreed that it’s been an exceptionally exhausting day and that he wouldn’t mind the small distraction.

“Sure…just this once because it’s almost the weekend, alright.” Duncan reluctantly nodded holding his hands up but they could all see the smile he was hiding when they excitedly cheered for him.

“I call dibs! Me first!” Danny nearly knocked poor Dela to the ground when he rushed to where his iPod was tucked away in his bag.

To no one’s surprise Danny picked a Nirvana song - Lithium. Roy was too lost in the zone to look up from his sewing machine and acknowledge what was happening. If he did he’d have noticed the younger queen holding up his index finger in front of his mouth to silently gesture to the others not to make a peep.

I’m so happy ‘cause today I’ve found my friends. They’re in my head

As the late Kurt Cobain’s smooth vocals filled the room Danny made his way to Roy’s station twirling slightly on the ball of his feet with every step in time with the song

Roy was startled out of his concentration when a pair of scrawny arms with a tattoo of a skull and purple roses were suddenly thrown over his shoulders and a gentle kiss was placed on his cheek. Danny’s lips remained against his dimples cheek as he sang the, slightly insulting I might add, words to him.

I’m so ugly, but that’s okay, ‘cause so are you. We broke our mirrors

“That’s fucked up.” Roy grumbled still focused on the deep blue fabric he was pushing through the machine’s fast working needle. “Can I finish this please? I don’t know how much time we left?”

The other queens looked up from their dresses with strange grins on their faces.

“What I miss?” He worryingly looked around, clearly everyone was in on a joke that he missed.

“Old age is making you deaf, Del Rio.” Dela joked going back to gluing her pink rhinestones and gems onto something that looked like a swirly pizza slice.

“20 minutes, babe.” Danny informed him before continuing singing along with Kurt. His arms now hooked under Roy’s biceps meeting in the middle around his chest. His chin rested on his shoulder next to his face.

I’m so horny but that’s okay my will is good

“Too much information, oh no! My ears!” Shane dramatically cried throwing his hands over his ears.

“Shut up.” Roy hissed in his direction before pulling the blue fabric out under the machine and continuing the rest of the seem with some hand stitching. Danny’s arms still clinging onto him swaying with the music as he worked.

This felt so natural, so at home. Regardless of the cameras and the practically still strangers they were surrounded by, sitting here doing what he loved with the person he loved against him just felt so right.

He had gone from admiring this young man, crushing on him from a distance to now being head over heels in love. Unable to ever see a future without him.

It wasn’t just the fact that they were soulmates it was Danny himself. Even if they weren’t soulmates he’d want to end up with him. His naive, carefree and down right fearless approach to life was something he had lacked.

He was a bitter old man, not old but 37 sure wasn’t a spring chicken, he never thought anyone would want to be with him. But Danny did. He made him feel appreciated and loved, almost needed at times.

I like it, I’m not gonna crack I miss you, I’m not gonna crack I love you, I’m not gonna crack I killed you, I’m not gonna crack

The song finally came to an end and so did the embrace Danny held him in. His eyes followed longingly after the man bunny hopping away, unable to resist staring at the ass as it bounced along.

“Bae!” Danny eagerly shouted looking through something on his iPod. “You done with that?”

“With this part yes, why?” Roy snipped the leftover thread off and walked over to where Danny was gesturing for him closer with a curl of his finger.

Despite the time warning it seemed nobody was in the mood to work. Roy was pretty much the only one still adjusting stuff on his dress but throughout the workroom it was just deserted gowns on mannequins with their makers resting on stools chattering amongst themselves.

“What’s up?” He went up to the table to check what Danny was fiddling with. Probably a song because when Roy reached him soft strumming came through over the speakers.

Danny smiled brightly and went to hug him without warning. With their hands held clasped to the side, Roy’s hand on the small of his back, his in the back of Roy’s jean and their foreheads rested against one another Danny started swaying them to the tranquil music.

Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I’ve trapped Have all become my pets And I’m living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling But it’s okay to eat fish ‘Cause they don’t have any feelings Something in the way

“You know this is that ammunition you didn’t want to give them right?” Roy tilted his head when he saw Danny reaching to kiss him softly. Longer than their previous rushed pecks. Their lips lingering a second to enjoy the contact.

“I know…I don’t care.” Danny whispered into his mouth.

“I love you.” Roy closed the space between their lips for another kiss.

He meant it. He loved Danny. With every molecule that made up his existence he loved this guy that only seemed to know the words party and fuck.

He nuzzled his head into Danny’s neck to get as humanly close to him as possible. To take in everything he was.

“I love you too…” Danny’s hand reached up to caress the shortly shaved back of his head.

Despite the fabric of their shirts between them Roy could tell their birthmarks were against each other by the stinging radiating from his calling to be closer to its matching one.

They continued disregarding everyone around them and finished the song. Die, Die My Darling by Misfits came on the shuffle next and Roy quickly ducked out claiming it hit too close to home.

-

It was finally time for their first weekend together, whoever in was that convinced the producers to let them get this chance was a god sent, although Roy had a sneaking suspicion it was Ru…

“You think they know I snuck in here the first time?” Danny asked trailing a finger around Roy’s birth mark.

“Nobody said anything and they wouldn’t have given us this if they knew. Think we’re good.”

After their dinner and showering Roy was laying down on his back with his head resting in his hands against the pillows. Danny sitting on his stomach like during their chase that lead to them linking.

Danny didn’t really seem like he had a plan or a purpose, his hands were just absentmindedly exploring Roy’s body. Running up his shoulders, over his pecs and back down his abdomen.

“You actually have a really fucking rad body.” Danny tilted his head.

“For an old bitch.” Roy snorted.

“Nh-yeah.” He giggled at Roy’s unamused face.

“Hey!” Roy slapped his chest. “I’ll fuck you up, Delano.”

“Pinky promise?” Danny licked the corner of his mouth that was forming into a smile. “You still owe me for the last time you said that.”

He raised his brows mischievously and with his hands on each side of Roy’s face he bent down for a deep kiss.

Their mouths meeting each other slowly at first, the tenderness in which Danny’s soft, full lips brushed over his setting his entire body ablaze. Every hair on his body raising as his skin flared up in goosebumps.

His tongue grazed against Roy’s top lip before he tilted lower and gingerly sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, sucking it into in his mouth.

They resumed their unrushed kissing taking their time in studying each other’s body without the looming fear of sneaking around.

With their lips still tightly locked the hands around Roy’s cheeks moved lower towards his chest. His mouth soon following behind peppering kisses down his neck to his sternum.

“A really. Really. Rad. Fucking. Body.” He emphasized each word with a kiss along his skin. Tracing his crescent birth mark with his tongue.

When his tongue made it’s way to Roy’s nipples the older’s breathing hitched. Danny looked up with a shit eating grin, “A-ha! Found your weakness.”

“Shut up fa…” His voice trailed off when Danny scooted down so he could roll his hips along the length of Roy’s growing erection while taking the other caramel nipple in his mouth.

His tongue twirling around the apparently very sensitive bud taking it between his teeth and pulling on it as he let go. Licking his lips as he scooted down further to straddle his thigh, his hand snaking down further as well onto his stomach.

“I love your little belly.” He smiled taking a second for his fingers to run over the slight fuzz around his navel.

“You’re one to talk, hogbody.” Roy joked, watching Danny roll his eyes sliding down his pants. Right, not the appropriate time or place. Got it.

The tip of Danny’s tongue licking along the small wet stain of pre cum through the charcoal grey briefs he wore made Roy’s eyes fill with lust. His entire body reacting to his touch moving his hips up to meet his tongue.

“And I love your dick, it’s perfect.” Danny admired trailing his index finger down the extreme tightness in the cotton fabric caused by his growing erection.

Even in the horrible dark lighting of the shitty hotel room the big hazel doe eyes staring up at Roy was glittering, pure magic. His hand came up to caress his round cheek, admiring the delicate features of the young man in front if him.

His hips rolling his own growing semi against the thigh he was sitting on following the same smooth rhythm of his hand stroking Roy fully hard.

“Fuck.” Roy let out a deep guttural moan when Danny pulled his foreskin down and wrapped his lips around the overly sensitive head of his cock.

Roy wasn’t joking when he said he really need to get laid. The competition had taken a severe toll especially with no release except for his own hand. I mean 5 weeks of filming and he’s only gotten action once in that time? That has to count as some kind of abuse.

Finally getting to feel Danny’s mouth was well worth the wait though. Roy scooted up so he could sit back against the wall, resting the hand that was caressing Danny’s jaw up to run his fingers through his short dark brunette hair.

With their new position Danny had to abandon his dry humping efforts, now on all fours with one hand resting on Roy’s abdomen he continued his bopping with his ass lifted in the air.

Roy sat up a little more so he could stretch his free arm out to slide along Danny’s back towards his ass. Sinking his hand into the tight grey sweatpants he wore to knead his soft ass while the other hand continued brushing through his hair.

“Wait.” Roy snorted as an attempt to hide his amused shock when he felt skin instead of the cotton he was expecting. “Wait, bitch…” His laughter came through a little more this time.

He got on his knees and made his way over to Danny’s backside pushing him down into the bed to lay on his stomach in the process. With one hard pull he yanked Danny’s pants off so violently it pulled him back up to his knees.

“Cute, not faggy at all.” He smiled pulling the strap of the black and grey jockstrap he felt earlier as far back as it could go. He let the waistband go and with a loud slap it hit Danny’s backside making him yelp.

“I like ‘em! Leave me alone.” He whined rubbing the red skin from the sudden snap.

“I do too.” Roy laughed kneading, admiring his bare cheeks. “Well I do now.”

“You do?” Danny leaned down to rest his face against the sheets. Looking back at Roy he bit his lip playfully shaking his ass in Roy’s face.

The older answered him by running his nails up and down from his ass to his thighs, biting at the baby soft flesh first before eagerly diving between his cheeks.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Danny growled sinking further into the white linen sheets when Roy’s tongue flattened out against his entrance.

-

“Do we have…” Roy’s thought trailed off as he dug through the bag Danny supposedly had snuck the condoms into. He had no idea how or where Danny got them but hey he wasn’t questioning it.

After nearly 30 minutes of foreplay he wasn’t questioning anything except how quickly he can find a fucking condom.

“Where the fuck?” He shouted throwing the contents of the stupid white drawstring bag Danny took on set out onto the grey carpet.

“We could just use spit again?” Danny shrugged.

Wait, was that really how they lubed him up the first time? Roy honestly had no idea anymore, everything of their first night linking was a surreal haze.

“Dirty boy.” Roy teased giving Danny’s ass a very loud slap. “You alright there?”

“Yep.” Danny continued lazily pumping the 2 fingers inside himself as Roy had instructed while he slipped the condom on, discarding the now empty square packet by throwing it over his shoulder.

Despite the effort Roy put into the extra precautions to get Danny ready, seeing as he wasn’t a bottom and Roy sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one doing it, he was worried of rushing him.

Not that it seemed like he needed to be. Holding Danny’s wrist of the aforementioned fingers against his back and with his other hand’s nails dragging up and down along his spine he let Danny push himself back onto his cock.

The younger hissing slightly when his ass reached Roy’s v-line, now fully enveloping him.

“There you go.” Roy leaned forward to lay down on top of him so he could get use to being filled while he kissed the back of his neck.

A few minutes later when Danny had fully adjusted to the tense stretching sensation of being penetrated Roy lifted himself leaving Danny face down with his legs closed so he could pick up his pace.

Roy’s hand was resting to one side of the flustered body beneath him while the other on his hip kept him pinned down. Every time his own hips thrusted back into the gorgeous ass he relished the feel of Danny’s tight unexperienced asshole clenching around him.

Definitely well worth the wait.

“Like that baby?” Roy pulled on his hip and readjusted Danny’s legs so they could be in a new position.

With Danny slightly sideways resting on one elbow they could keep a steady well paced rhythm while he reaching back held onto the side of Roy’s face. Their lips interlocked and their tongues dancing over each other exploring every part of their soulmate.

Growing more ravenous for the other person by the minute.

“You feel so fucking good.” Danny moaned into his mouth giving him the go to increase his speed.

Not pulling all the way out but enough that he could slide in fully again with quite a force he heard Danny’s soft moans soon turn into louder cries making their kissing difficult. He expected the naturally loud younger man to be vocal but not this much, not that he was complaining.

He noticed Danny’s hazel eyes looking slightly glossed over watering up and stopped to lean over him and pull his gaze up to his.

Wiping the single tear from the corner of his eye with the back of the hand he used to lift his jaw he placed a gentler kiss on his puffier than usual lips from the earlier sloppy blowjob. “You still good?”

Danny looked between his deep brown eyes and nodded with a subtle smile. In return Roy resumed his thrusting leaning forward to trail kisses down his temple to his jaw, biting the stubble free skin.

An attempt to help ease the new bottom, which worked better than planned.

“Fuck…baby, more.” The younger dropped his head increasing the volume of his praises that were perfectly in time with his soulmate’s increased movements that were now made easier after relaxing.

His teeth moving to his shoulders and along his neck to graze against the damp porcelain skin, careful not to bite too hard and leave any marks or bruises behind. If he could he’d permanently mark him as his own but not while they still had to walk to dreaded runway.

“On your back.” Danny reached around and tapped Roy’s sweaty thigh.

“What?”

“Your back thank you.” He repeated with a sterner ‘matter of fact’ voice.

Roy sunk his teeth into the soft muscle of Danny’s neck but Danny disregarding him sat up the best he could and pushed Roy down onto his back with his free arm. “Alright, alright. Bossy.”

His fingertips now on Roy’s jaw he bent down and brushed their lips over each other. “I love you.” His voice faint and sincere.

“Love you too.” Roy smiled going in for a kiss, a proper drawn out one, moving his hands to Danny’s thighs.

Now in control Danny rested his palms on Roy’s ribs digging his nails into the skin when he lowered himself back onto Roy.

“I got you.” Roy reassured caressing his smooth sweaty thighs, peering down between them to watch himself enter Danny again. The circular muscles stretching around him as the tip went in till it clenched tightly again when Danny tensed up and his legs trembled slightly. “Give yourself some time it’s all good.”

Reaching between then he steadily started stroking Danny slick pink cock. The younger releasing a low moan when he slid all the way back down thanks to Roy’s expert hand offering a very, very pleasant and welcomed distraction for him.

He wasted no time and slowly but surely started bouncing taking in as much of Roy’s thick cock as possible.

He wasn’t exceptionally long, surely longer than average, but he was thick. Stretching Danny’s tight asshole more every second.

Once he was well readjusted again he matched the pace Roy had prior to their switch moving his hands up to grab hold of Roy’s pecs.

His energetic bouncing making the bed loudly shake. The creaks from the old worn out springs of the hotel bed from years of abuse filling the room.

The sound mixing in with the loud slapping of their naked bodies meeting. Roy’s hand on the naked ass tinted red from his rough slaps earlier when he ate him out to help control his momentum while enjoying the view of his young lover brought to such a gorgeous disheveled mess.

His pale cheeks deeply flushed, his puffy lips swollen, his sweat drenched skin glowing from the cheap bedside table and his gorgeous cock bouncing between them.

The way the young queen licked his top lip as he leaned back resting his shakey hands on Roy’s thighs reminded Roy of the adorable way he licked it in the same manner when he offered him a waist chincher after snatch game.

Soon their unison heavy pants turned into louder moans coming from the younger when he increased his riding’s pace.

Roy’s hands ran down his sides feeling at every soft curve of his exquisite body and the little extra pudge around his waist.

Hogbody. Bullshit.

“You’re perfect.” He thought out loud. Danny leaned down to kiss him when Roy surprised him wrapping his arms around his back to press their birthmarks together.

Easily catching Danny off guard by flipping them so he’d be on top again. “Gotcha’”

“I love you but that’s mean. I was getting so close.” Danny whined dropping his head like a child while declaring his love.

“I love you too. So fucking much, but I did promise to fuck you up.” He bit Danny’s jaw.

Nothing felt as right as this, as absolutely earth shatteringly amazing as this. Linking with someone and getting to feel their emotions in itself was pretty mind blowing.

This was even better though. He could feel Danny’s orgasm building as vividly as he could feel his own. Not just that but on a more almost ethereal level he could feel the love Danny had for him only heightening his pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees Roy returned to smooth, slow idle thrusting to give them both a breather. Danny lovingly guiding his movements with his hands on his hipbones.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.” Roy laughed at Danny’s disastrous appearance.

Danny threw his hands over his already red face turning brighter, so much Roy could swear he saw steam practically coming off his cheeks as he giggled.

Another reason he loved Danny. Reason number 70 million probably. Even during this intimate heated moment he was being the same little goofy idiot.

“Fuck all the way off.” Danny laughed.

“Oh yeah?” Roy cocked a brow, a devilishly wicked grin between those gorgeous dimples forming as he pulled all the way out.

Danny nodded eagerly with the corners of his eyes creasing revealing the smile he was hiding under his hands.

With an aggressive forceful thrust he slammed all the way back into his tight asshole, the hands hiding his blushing moving down to his mouth to muffle the loud cry erupting from his throat.

He repeated this with every thrust causing his grunting to grow louder, Danny’s tightly shut eyes and widely open mouth expression not helping in testing his restraint.

As soon as an almost painful whimper escaped his lips a surge of lighting shot through Roy’s spine straight to his cock.

This could only mean one thing.

“…Roy…” Danny’s voice cracked. “…I’m gonna cum…”

“How close?”

“Really close.”

He sat up hovering over him hooking Danny’s long legs over his elbows to lift his ass so they could kiss as he hammered into him deeper with the new angle making his hard swift thrusts easier.

Feeling the tension building inside both of them pushing him closer to their climax Roy’s own caveman grunts started mixing with Danny’s low cries.

“Ah fuck.” Roy disturbed their kissing nuzzling his head next to Danny’s biting his ear and trying to kiss his neck, which was made difficult by his strained breathing.

Everything turned into a blur. An astronomically amazing blur.

His hips pounding into Danny’s now even redder ass. The room filling with loud grunts, heavy panting, moans, naked bodies aggressively slapping together, the bed’s springs squeaking…All lost to Roy.

All he could focus on was the tightness building in his balls and the nails leaving indents in the tan flesh of his shoulders.

“So…so good.” Those were probably the last understandable words uttered before Danny became seemingly lost except for the whimper escaping with every quick thrust.

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut with his arms nearly choking Roy from the tight hold around his neck.

‘…Gonna cum…’. Roy heard his loud thinking hastily warn.

Roy felt Danny’s asshole tighten as the body pinned under him tensed up with a final barely audible moan right before hot cum shot between them.

The sticky liquid shooting out onto their abdomens between the bodies held clinging together from the sweat.

“Oh…fuck…Danny.” Roy could feel the minute Danny’s orgasm hit him. The ecstasy crashing onto him like a ton of bricks causing him to crumble as well reducing him to nothing as he followed only a second or two after Danny.

Their movements died down gradually after their orgasms and slowly Roy rose so he could look at the cum between them and admire Danny’s heaving young body.

“You’re such a messy slut sometimes.” Roy teased scowling at the cum, slapping his thigh. “High maintenance bitch.”

“Ouch-uh!” Danny faked an adorably hurt look by sticking out his quivering bottom lip.

Roy in turn kissed his way up Danny’s body till he reached the lip in question and gave it a bite. “Be right back. You want some water?”

“No.” Danny whined wrapping his legs around his waist to keep him from getting up. “Stay.”

“I have to get up.” Roy sprinkled kissed along his neck, resisting the urge to bite onto a chunk of it.

“Why?”

“Because.” He finally steadily pulled out of him and got off the bed. “Otherwise we might fuck the sheets up again.”

Danny went pale and rolled over hiding his hysterical laughing in a pillow that he pulled against his face.

“It’s okay, it happens.” Roy tried his hardest but failed to say it with a straight face. He bent back down placing a kiss on his right cheek. “I adore you my messy slut.”