He felt his hands on his legs, pulling his sneakers.

"Dude watahell are you doing?" he mumbled. The other peeked at him.

"Undressing you dumbass… you're fucking wasted…"

He opened one eye and smiled. "back at you bud…"

"not as much as you…c´mon move…"

The room was quiet and dark. He felt so tired as he was trying to move.

"I don't feel my feet…" he looked up "are you ok Danny?"

Danny was up near the bed, looking weirdly at him.

"yeah… I guess… your mask is still in your hoodie…" Danny moved forward to grab the mask. The other moved and their heads bumped. "Fuck George… wtf…"

George laughed, watching him rubbing his forehead, he grabbed the blue mask that lit up the yellowish light, and threw if to the small couch in the corner of the room, but it hit the floor instead.

"take off your fucking hoodie… I'm never helping you again asshole…"

George laughed again rolling in bed trying sit up. Danny surprised him when he forcefully grabbed the hoodie, pulling it. George let the clothes slide off his body, sitting down groggily.

"My shirt included?"

"oh shut up…" he hesitated "my head hurts… I need to sleep…" he took off his denim vest and put the red cap on the bedside table. And flopped on the bed beside him.

"Dan?... this is my bed…"

"I don´t fucking care… can't take another step, so scoot over and sleep."

They stood quiet for a few minutes. George turned his head and looked at him, Danny was looking at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"I dunno…" George sprawled up, stretching his arms "fucking mask is fucking bright.. "he whispered. Danny nodded, smiling.

"I'm not going to get up to turn it off… it's your fucking mask… mine doesn't even have light… so…"

"Danny…" George said softly.

"Nope"

"I feel like I cannot lift my head anymore…"

"I don't care…" Danny mumbled. George moved closer.

"Your hoodie smells like beer…"

"You smell like weed…" Danny retorted in a half smile. He sat up and tried to take off his red hoodie, almost elbowing George in the face. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and hesitated looking at George who was watching closely.

George couldn't believe when Danny got closer and almost sat on his lap.

"watafuck Dan…" he murmured staring open mouthed at him. Feeling strangely unprotected. He closed his eyes and felt Danny moving slowly, getting closer and closer. Danny grabbed his wrists and put them above his head. George opened his eyes and he almost regretted it, Danny was so close, too close. George must've been having a freakish dream. Danny smiled wickedly and sat back, his hands sliding slowly through his body.

"Watafuck… wtf Dan… the fuck are you doing?" He said when he felt Danny's hand on his belt. George tried to sit up, but Danny didn't let him. Danny finally pulled his shirt from his body. Rolling his hips slow, oh so slow. And his hands went back to George's belt, taking it off. Danny closed the distance again.

"Dan…" he started to say, but he was cut midsentence when he felt Danny's mouth on his jaw, it wasn´t a kiss or a bite, it was the slow moving wet lips against his skin. "No," George muttered. It was barely audible. George felt his teeth on his neck. Oh in God's Name, what the fuck was happening?

George heard himself moaning. Jesus those fucking teeth in his skin.

"Shit man… the fuck are you doing? Daniel… Stop…"

"Shut the fuck up…" Danny whispered, voice sweet as candy, moving his lips against George´s skin making him shiver. George moved his hand and grabbed Danny´s jaw forcefully. Danny whimpered. And rolled his hips again, closing his eyes, opening his mouth where one of George's finger slid easily.

"Fuck…"

Danny sucked slowly on his finger, grabbing his hand, sliding it to the back of his neck, instinctively George grabbed his hair and pulled, making Danny expose his throat. Oh Shit, George felt overwhelmed by only looking at him.

Fuck, he wants it, but he can't have it. Can he?

Danny has got the front of his pants open, eyes bright, touching lightly George's dick that was extremely hard, breading fast. Danny wet his lips in a tiny dart of his tongue. George still couldn't believe what was happening. Danny's so fucking sexy.

"Tell me," George said in a low rasp, feeling everything numb "you want this?"

"I-" Danny muttered "yeah…" He shivered when George drew soft fingertips along his jaw.

"Are you sure? This is what you want?" George asked again, though he already knew the answer when Danny straddled his lap again.

George wanted to kiss him.

Careful- don't.

That warning that came from nowhere in particular made George's grip on Danny's hips tighten, maybe too much, because Danny made a swallowed noise that was halfway between pain and pleasure. He moved his thumbs across the skin of his hipbones, it was smooth and sinful. Danny grabbed George's right hand pushing him to help him discard his own belt, it worked. Belt goes off, and he undid the button and the zipper, pushing the underwear down.

Danny needed this too much to do it with any sort of finesse, but he held himself back as much as possible. He wanted to see George moan and cry for more.

George had his eyes closed, his hands flexing hard and relaxing on Danny's sides while he tried to savor every twitch of Danny's hips, every half-swallowed sound Danny made, and marvel at the way their skin touched. He grabbed Danny by his hair and sucked a few bruises on his collarbone.

George was waiting for Danny to grab his own dick or maybe both of them together and jerk them both, but Danny only moved his hips so that his dick slid imperfectly against George's, the friction almost, but not quite enough. Danny liked that, he liked teasing himself, and was loving to see George bite his lip in awe and frustration, eyes fixed on his face, breathing hard, sometimes grunting quietly.

George knew he must've looked weird, looking at Danny like he was a ghost or something, but he couldn't stop looking at his flushed cheeks through the dark, even if the light of the mask didn't illuminate them properly.

When he drove himself sufficiently crazy from rubbing his cock against George's, Danny crawled forward and braced his hands on the pillow, around George's head, allowing his face to hover above George's while he used this position to perfect the friction between their bodies, beginning to moan with every thrust of his hips. George was breathing and groaning through gritted teeth, staring up at Danny's lips, wanting to surge up and kiss him, not sure why he hadn't yet.

"Fuck… oh Fuck…"

Danny lowered himself fully onto George, losing rhythm when he got close. George's hands tightened on his hips, stabilizing him. George allowed his hips to jerk up to meet the increasingly frantic drag of Danny's, and Danny whined with gratitude against George's throat, his face hidden there as his orgasm tore him up, his cock pulsing against George's.

George was surprised when he felt Danny shudder in his arms crying out and coming hard, dropping onto his elbows and then completely deflating, taking the breath from George when he landed against his chest. His face was amazing while he came, the bliss on his features was something George wanted to remember forever.

But it wasn't really Danny's weight that had emptied George of breath, it was his own release. Which pulled a broken groan from him as he spilled himself between their chests, his arms circling Danny's shoulders.

He wasn't sure which one of them breathed more raggedly in the aftermath. George pushed a heavy hand into Danny's hair, considering only after that this kept Danny in place and prevented him from lifting his head for a kiss. Danny was drifting into exhausted sleep anyway, giving small lazy kisses on his collarbone and chest.

"George…" Danny said, murmuring this like a kind of plea.

"What?" George asked when Danny said nothing more.

George stood awake for as long as he could, enjoying this too much to close his eyes and sleep. Danny, flattened onto him by pleasure, was too sleepy to even care about cleaning himself up.

He left one hand on Danny's hair and stroked Danny's back with the other, until he was fully asleep. George kissed Danny's neck, softly enough not to wake him, and worried about why he hasn't done any more serious kissing of Danny yet.