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“He treats you like a pet,” Nacho said. Your face said it all in a split second–shock from the insult and the accusation--disgust at Nacho being the one to say it and, worse than all that, shame.
“Speak for yourself,” you replied, trying to hurt him back but figuring the remark would have no effect. To your surprise, Nacho’s head snapped back a bit like he’d been stung.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said softly but seriously, those big fawn eyes locked on yours, his arms crossed tight over his chest.
“And you do?”
He lifted one hand and patted it against the fridge, then left it there. “You’re so clueless. Lalo wants it that way for a reason. A lot of reasons. I don’t think you have any idea of who you’re actually dealing with.”
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“Sometimes change is scary,” Hawk said, moving in even closer so our bodies were touching, the breeze rolling over us again. “But I’ve found that, at the end of things, it’s almost always for the best.”
I smiled and brought one hand up to brush a strand of hair back behind his ear. “That’s true too.”
The sun came out from behind the clouds and shined through the sharp needles and rough branches of the hemlock, pouring down on us as we shared the silence. We were good at that, I realized–just being truly comfortable in the quiet, not compelled to say anything to needlessly fill empty space. Sometimes silence really was golden.
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- Part 2 of Saying Nothing, Lying Where the Sun Is
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I wished Hawk was with me. We wouldn’t even need to talk much–just him being there would be a comfort, especially if he didn’t bring up anything related to Laura.
But thinking of just her name made me wish that Laura was there, alive, and walking the trail with me. Teenagers inherently didn’t trust adults–that was a given–but my whole job was to try and foster trust to help them when things were treacherous, and Laura’s inner world seemed to have been extremely treacherous. Her whole world seemed to have been extremely treacherous. When Bobby had flipped out at her funeral, he hadn’t been wrong–we’d all failed her.
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- Part 1 of Saying Nothing, Lying Where the Sun Is
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Sam’s plan was working out even better than he’d hoped it would. He figured the guilt-tripping would work, but he didn’t think it’d work this quickly or fluidly; Danny was like putty in his hands. Sam had unearthed the right memories, the right feelings, made just the right jabs to make Danny want to atone and please him. To be friends again.
If only it were really that easy, Sam thought as he got more beers out of the fridge while Danny leaned against the counter, staring at the pictures on the fridge. Sam hadn’t put pictures of the two of them on there until earlier today, when he knew he wanted to set things in motion. Now Danny was studying them like he could crawl back inside the images and live those days over again. Sam had thought the same thing when he’d been pulling them out of the box of keepsakes he kept in his bedroom closet. He’d never been sentimental about anything or anyone except Danny.
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Danny leaned back, one arm slung across the driver’s seat while the other rested on the dashboard. He was as spread out as he could be, taking up space while simultaneously keeping his body so open that Josh knew he could easily crawl over to him and close the gap, share the space with him. He was silent as Josh took his hit, still looking right at him, lips slightly pursed in thought, brows just ever so slightly furrowed.
Screw short-circuiting–Josh had to wonder if he was straight-up tripping when Danny asked, “Do you get horny when you smoke?”
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“A little impatient?” Danny asked, maintaining his grip in Jake’s hair as he gave another fierce squeeze to his ass.
“Just a little. We don’t have all night,” Jake said, finally wincing at the sting of his scalp and the unnatural, forced angle his head and neck were at.
“We could. I could keep you here all night if I wanted,” Danny replied, and Jake still had no idea exactly when his drummer became so filthy with his words and actions, but thank god the change had come.
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“I wish I’d met you a long time ago.”
“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, extending his arms out, trying to grab whatever he could, which ended up being some strands of Danny’s hair. “Well, there’s no time like the present, man. Happy fucking Halloween.”
Danny chuckled. “The night when all the freaks come out.”
Sam gave a tug to one strand of hair. “I met the right freak.”
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- Part 5 of Greta Van Fleet - Spooky Season
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Danny was gentle and reassuring, rubbing Josh’s wrist with his thumb as he dabbed the cut with the hydrogen peroxide, and just that small, simple, sweet action diminished some of the angry stinging that came with it. Then, with a dry part of the ghost towel, Danny dabbed some more until Josh’s hand felt dry again. Next came the gauze, which he wrapped carefully and skillfully around the wound, leaving Josh patched up as best either of them could do. Well, Josh thought, he actually didn’t do anything but sit there.
“Better?” Danny asked, sitting back, resting his hands on Josh’s knees.
Josh thought about that question for a moment. Then he lifted his bandaged hand up to Danny’s face: “A kiss would make it better.”
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- Part 4 of Greta Van Fleet - Spooky Season
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Jake was frantically munching on the fried dough, powdered sugar sticking to his fingers, while they sat on the hood of Danny’s car. Danny couldn’t keep one thing to himself much longer. “You’re so cute,” he said. It was ordinary, something any boyfriend would say, but when Jake looked up at him, he added, “Even cuter when you’re scared.”
Jake’s eyes widened and he paused chewing for a moment, looking perplexed. When he resumed finishing that bite, he shook his head before meeting Danny’s gaze again. “Cute when I’m scared?” he repeated with suspicion, narrowing his eyes.
Danny reached over and stole a piece of funnel cake for himself. “Yeah. You are.” Jake just kept looking at him, so Danny shrugged. “What? I can’t be the first person to point that out.”
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- Part 3 of Greta Van Fleet - Spooky Season
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“We both like you and we want to have a threesome,” Danny explained and you could hear Sam laugh in the background. “That’s it. If you don’t want to, it’s totally cool. And I’ll tell him to stop sending the pictures.”
Maybe it was strange, but when you’d looked at all the photos, you’d never pictured yourself being part of the action. Sam and Danny came as a pair–clearly. Your relationship had ended because of that–and were truly, as far as you were concerned, meant for one another. To get between that seemed strange, not to mention held incredible risk to damage the friendship you were still clinging to with both of them.
You thought about the pictures some more though and felt you landed on some middle ground, unorthodox as it was. But all of this was entirely unorthodox. “What if I watched?” you proposed.
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As Sam hovered over him, slowly sliding in, Danny’s hands held onto those skinny forearms. “I like you,” he said, and Sam looked up again to see Danny wince. He pushed forward a little harder–neither of them needed that initial breach prolonged, Danny especially. Danny’s grip on him tightened and he groaned softly before he added, “In fact–in fact, I love you Sam. Always have.”
Sam traded Danny’s leg for his cock. “Yeah? You do?” The question came out more teasing than he’d intended. He pushed forward again, working them both through the thick of it and into Sam’s own personal bliss, at least–he began to jerk Danny off to get him there too.
“Idiot,” Danny said with a grunt, still holding Sam in a death grip. “You know I do. Now fuck me already.”
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- Part 3 of Touch Me & You'll Never Be Alone
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Danny came right to him. It was so easy. It was so easy to let Danny crawl over him on the bed, dark curls hanging in his face then tickling Jake’s cheeks when he lowered himself, bringing them nose to nose.
“I’ll help you feel better,” Danny promised, his voice rough and low, and Jake’s heart sped up at the sound of those words. Danny would make him feel better. He was confident in that but he didn’t get to voice it, because Danny laid himself right on top then, knee pressed down between Jake’s legs, and a single kiss to his jaw made Jake forget how to speak.
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- Part 2 of Touch Me & You'll Never Be Alone
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“Josh,” Danny said, swallowing hard to prevent the annoying sound of him clearing his throat–he was finding it challenging to speak. “What do you want right now?” His voice was soft enough to make the question sound more gentle than it could have, thankfully, and it was truly all he wanted to know.
Josh didn’t even hesitate. “I want you to touch me,” he said, turning on his side so Danny had to look at his face again, into the glittering bronze irises behind dark, long lashes. “I want to touch you.”
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- Part 1 of Touch Me & You'll Never Be Alone
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For years Dave had wanted something like this–close contact. More than he could get in the halls of their high school when he’d pass Jason with a glare or a shove or a brash insult. More than he could get in a game of basketball or football, when his touches had to emerge in the form of adversary assault and not affection. More than he could get at a party, when Jason was always so distracted by everyone and everything and Dave found himself resorting to taunts and nastiness that only gave him death glares in return. More than even in his fantasies, in which Dave could touch Jason all he wanted but it never felt even remotely real.
Now, though, it was real.
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Jason found himself completely mesmerized like a moth to a flame, staring with his mouth half-open and his drink sweating condensation until his palm was wet. He found his body moving involuntarily, his legs tensing and his entire back leaning against the hard frame of the chair, as the dancer caught his eyes–still, he couldn’t look away. The blue eyes were chilling and bright, captivating in their ferocity and Jason finally shut his mouth, then swallowed hard against his dry throat as the dancer’s eyebrows rose, regarding Jason as if he were a lone gazelle out in the open, just waiting to be pounced upon.
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“Y’know, for liking other people to be in control,” James said, moving forward on his knees as well, pressing himself against Jason. “Seems like you’re the one calling all the shots.”
Jason giggled. “You’ve never done this before.”
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“We’ve both been busy,” Jason replied, as nonchalant as ever. That itched at James’ skin. He wanted Jason to show some emotion while his own were bubbling inside himself, passion, fury and love neglected and shoved down for too long. “It happens. Besides, it’s not like we were really friends after I left.”
James’ cheeks felt hot against the cool breeze. “That’s not true.”
“Come on, James–how many times did we talk between my leaving and you stopping by back then? Two times? Maybe three?”
“Stopping by” felt invalidating for James. It hadn’t been just that. He and Jason had reconnected after nearly a decade of separation, worlds colliding–actually, at the time, James had thought they’d literally kissed and made up. But after the fact, Jason never called him and James had felt too scared to reach out first. Until now, when another decade, and then some, had passed and the desperation had clawed his heart to shreds.
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- Part 3 of The Fist I Make for Years
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“How many years, James?” Jason asked. “How many years have I been trying like fucking hell to be good enough, to give you time, to give you space, and you’ve gone on treating me like a second-class citizen? Like I don’t even matter?”
“You’ve got it made, Jase. I don’t know what else to tell ya.”
Jason’s eye twitched. The tone of those words from James threw him right back into youth, into the long periods of being berated, when he really wasn’t ever good enough.
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- Part 2 of The Fist I Make for Years
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~ Sequel to Dawn to the Doorway ~
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“There are a lot of sickos out there, Jase,” James replied, the words sounding even darker than he’d intended, but he still knew them to be true. Orion may have had some weird creatures and a very unsettling kelpie, but the United States had rapists, sadists, murderers, all kinds of horrible people that enjoy doing horrible things. Sometimes good luck and quick wit wasn’t enough. “I’m always gonna worry.”
Jason dropped another pancake onto James’ plate. “My dad worries enough for all of us. You can relax.”
“Your dad isn’t here to protect you. I have to do that.”
Jason chuckled, glancing out the window and then back at James. “My knight in shining armor. I know you’ll always protect me. I’ll always protect you, too.”
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- Part 2 of Dawn to the Doorway
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“So what the hell was that all about?” Jason asked before he took another drink. The third beer was going down easy, the slight alcoholic buzz thanks to his nerves and empty stomach mingling nicely with his head high.
Dave shifted, planting one foot on the floor and tucking one leg under himself, looking away as he reached down for another beer, though Jason didn’t think the one he was still holding was empty yet. “I said something that pissed him off,” he said, then gave a quiet snort. “It’s not exactly hard to do that.”
“What’d you say?”
Dave looked right at Jason, the stoned look suddenly gone from his eyes. “I told him you could do better than him.”