This is unbetaed (?)
sorry about the wait, school has become the biggest pain in the but.
(we have teachers who feel sorry for us :/ )
But it has been half me procrastinating (finally sat by but down).
well enough excesses,
on with the show... story.
*thump* "WHAT THE-?"
I had been here for about three weeks without running into anyone, and now that I had, it was literal. I looked up expecting to see, for the first time, a house keeper, or at least something like that (for crying out loud. There had to be someone who took care of this place.) I would've thought I'd see a ghost here before I'd see Fenton. How the heck did he even find this place?
"That's what I should be saying." He commented with a scowl across his face. But it wasn't fierce, just confused.
"Fenton?" I asked, just making sure while I was still in a state of disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"I think the better question is 'what are you doing here?'" He emphasized as if I was the unexpected one out of place.
"Uh, it's my uncle's house." I stated matter-of-factly. I'll admit I didn't brag about who my Uncle was at school, you know, not wanting more attention than warranted and all that.
"Uncle?!" that was defiantly something he wasn't expecting.
"Yeah, Uncle. You know, like what you call that person who's a brother to your mom." I commented sarcastically, most likely from nervousness. "Now what the hell are you doing here?"
"Well actually" he scratched his cheek as if he was debating on how to say whatever was running through his head. "I'm visiting my god father…" Ok, now that was something I wasn't expecting that.
"Wait" I said holding up my hand and taking a moment to process everything. "My uncle, is your godfather…?" Thanks life, just what I need; an unexpected twist. What next? The mansion is actually haunted?
"Yep" Danny pulled me out of my thoughts with that. But he looked like he had other things running through his head.
"So, are we like, God-cousins or something?" I figured if my Uncle was the godfather, he was the godson, then maybe we would be. Danny gave me a funny look but then I could see it connect in his head. Then he hung his head and sighed.
"No dash, we aren't god-cousins or anything." I could see him smile a little though his bangs that swept down when he sighed. He was really letting his hair grow out: like the rest of him. Since when did he get so tall, so long, so…. where am I going with this?
"If you're curious about how it happened, I'd be happy to have Vlad explain." And just like that, I'm pulled from my thoughts again, and now wandering about yet another thing.
"Yes, please" I replied slowly as I thought about it. "That would be nice." Having uncle Vlad explain it would probably be best.
After that we stood up and dusted ourselves off. He said he was looking for the media room when he ran into me. But then I figured out he was talking about the theater. Yeah, most people have a media room or something like that, but not my uncle. He had a full sized theater room with concessions under the bleacher seating. Though it had less chairs than a regular theater because most of the room was taken up by the fancy lazy-boys he had installed. It seems his inner motto is 'go big or do it somewhere else so you can go bigger'. Danny didn't seem fazed at all, rather, it seemed like he almost expected it.
On the way there we talked some more about random stuff. Surprisingly it wasn't awkward, it was even, should I say, pleasant? I actually enjoyed talking to him, so much so that I was actually disappointed when we got to the theater.
We had to stop by the projector room fist, to pick out a movie and set everything up. Nice thing about a digital projector is that we don't have to mess with tape reels. That and we can hook it up to a computer to run a schedule or marathon. Which is what we ended up doing. We both decided on "Ghostbusters", and since we could, we wanted to watch all three of them. I set it up to play in about thirty minutes, so we had enough time to make popcorn and get other snacks. Once we were all set in our seat, dead center of the non-existent audience, we talked up until the movie actually started. It was fun to see his eyes widen when the lights went dark and the surround sound kicked on.
We watched the first movie quoting half the lines and laughing at our own bad impressions. We talked threw all the intermissions I set up for us. About one every hour, in case we needed refills or had to go to the bathroom. As the hours passed by we found ourselves sitting closer and closer. Somewhere near the beginning of the third movie I noticed Danny yawn. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands like a cute little kid. Little. He may have grown a lot, but in comparison he was still little, small, thin. Halfway through that last movie my eye lids got heavy. I heard a small giggle caused by something in the movie. It made me smile. Then I felt something leaning on my arm. It was almost the end of the movie now. I looked down in the dim lighting to see a raven mop of hair, and a heavy head leaning on my arm. I could hear deep steady breathing and could practically feel him sleeping. I smiled again, and then yawned. Next thing I knew was the black and white light of the credits scrolling and music in the background, fading, lulling me to sleep.
I woke up to something nuzzling my shoulder. It was weird: it felt like I was sitting up and my blankets were heavier than normal. Then they moved. I reluctantly opened my eyes to look down at what was causing them to stir. Only thing was, I didn't have any blankets. Sitting almost in my lap was Danny. Apparently sometime while I was sleeping, my arm wrapped around him and he cuddle closer. But I have to admit it was nice and warm. I halfheartedly moved him away after I removed my arm. I checked my phone to see that is still before lunch.
Getting up to stretch, I then heard a gurgling noise. I looked back at Danny, nope. Then I heard it again. I looked down surprised to find that my own stomach was trying to talk to me. Well, not actually, but you get what I mean. Before I could wake Danny up and ask him about breakfast, music broke the silence as I got close. It sounded like the acoustic version of some song, the name on the tip of my tongue.
Danny squirmed on the couch, trying to ignore the music. Trying but failing. He rolls over until his face is right in front of mine. I can't move, I can only stand there. When he opened his eyes, it took my breath away. He was groggy and still more than half asleep, but then he gave me a groggy smile. I could have stood there all day.
"Mornin'" he closed his eyes again, smile still in place.
"Uh yeah," I hadn't realized how close I had gotten as I stood back up. "…good morning." I tried to look anywhere but back at him.
He raised his hands to his eyes and rubbed the sleep away. My attention was brought back as I heard him release a groan and then a sigh as he finished stretching.
"You're a phone just went off."
"Hmmm?" he questioned as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. As he looked at his call record, he dragged a hand down his face. He groaned again, obviously not wanting to deal with who ever called. He left his hand on his chin, rubbing his goatee as he redialed the number. I was too far away to hear the phone, but I could tell that it was ringing.
"You called?" His hand dropped to his side as the person on the other side got his attention. "Uh huh" He nodded not realizing the other person couldn't see him. "We'll be right there." And with that he hung up before either of them could say anything else. He rested his now free arm over his eyes and sighed.
"What's up?" He rolled his head too look at me.
"Breakfast Call." He said slowly sitting up.
"Food" I smiled broadly. He looked up at me and then back down as he shook his head.
"Coffee" He stated bluntly, and boy did he seem like he needed some.
After that I lead him to the informal dining room. It had a medium sized table with room for about eight. At the head of said table sat my uncle reading the newspaper. He looked up at me as we walked in a flashed a smile, which suddenly turned into a smirk as soon as his eyes caught Danny. That did not give me a good feeling, especially after those two had eye contact.
"Well I see you two have already met."
"And I see you're still…" before he could finish his statement he swayed into me and mumbled "coffee". I lead him over to a chair and looked at my uncle who I could tell was confused.
"He just needs some coffee." I sat down beside him to make sure he didn't fall over. He looked like he could have fallen asleep while standing.
"It should be here any minute" He commented while getting back to his paper. As he said it one of the part time chefs came out with a huge cup of coffee and… cereal. I looked back and forth from the cereal to my uncle as the chef set down my usual omelet. Then I looked back and forth between my plate and Danny's bowl. This was so unfair, I NEVER got cereal. What the hell is up with this? But then Danny saw his own food, his jaw dropped and he looked up to glare directly at my uncle, straight through his newspaper. Somehow that actually got his attention. He smiled innocently.
"Oh, I got that seeing as how you love Fruit loops so much." He sipped his coffee nonchalantly as if it was nothing. But it sure seemed to grind on Danny's nerves.
"If we're lucky, there won't be any fruit loops left when I leave." He grumbled mostly to himself. But their actions concerning this cereal sure were strange. I'll just ask about it later. For now, eat. We ate in mostly silence, except for the turning of a page every now and then.
It didn't take long for Danny and I to finish our food. And thank god for that, cause he was so much better after a couple of cups of coffee. He finished off his second cup and stretched. Now he looked all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Looking over at uncle Vlad he asked if he could be excused.
"No need for formality Daniel. You'll be staying here for a while." My uncle smiled innocently.
"Suuure." Danny sounded skeptic as he left.
I got up and headed after him. "Where you headed?"
"Hmm, I don't know."
"Well I usually head off to the gym after breakfast. Wanna do that?" He looked at me and I could see the gears turning in his head. "I mean, if you don't want to I can just go by myself." I looked away a shrugged.
"No, I'll go" he looked forward and started walking again. "It's been a while since I just went and worked out." He thought to himself. I almost started to fallow him when I noticed something.
"Um.." He turned around and looked at me questioningly. "The gym's this way." I pointed my thumb over my shoulder then turned around and lead the way.
"Sorry, still not use to this place." As he apologized I could hear him getting closer.
"No prob, if you want I could print you out a map of this place." That's the reason I remember my way around; I ask Uncle for a map the first summer I spent here. I had the second one I got laminated because of how much I had to use it. Every now and then I still get turned around and have to refer back to one.
"I didn't even think about that, thank you."
After that we arrived at the gym and went back and forth on the machinery. It's impressive how much his small frame can do. He's faster and stronger than anyone would have guested. After a while we were both covered in sweat, shirts drenched and clinging to our bodies, and Danny's muscles. I think the most distracting thing was when he went to tie his hair back. He bent forward and flung his whole torso back, flipping his wet hair in the process. His lean arms reaching up to brush tray strands back and into the small pony tail he was making.
We had lost track of time doing both our own thing and practically competing on the different equipment. We found I was stronger than Danny, but he was definitely faster. He could finish 3 laps around the track in the time it took me to do about 2.
After hours of that, we each went to our own rooms to shower. I was actually surprised when I heard a knock on the door. I was in the middle of dressing as I went to open it. Danny was on the other side and seemed slightly surprised himself at seeing me without a shirt on. I asked if he wanted to come in but he said no.
"I know Vlad has to have some sort of gaming console around here somewhere, and I was wandering if you wanted to play to." I smiled down at him.
"What? What is it?" He started to get nervous.
"Your gonna love this." Is all said as I put on my shirt and left my room.
"Ganna love what?" we were already half way there by the time he asked.
"you'll see" I really wanted to see his face when he saw it.
When we got close I told him we were almost there. He was getting impatient and curios. I turned to a door almost at the end of a hall. I looked at him as I laid my hand on the doorknob and told him to close his eyes. Luckily he did, though he looked like he didn't want to. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him through the door and into a room filled with computers and monitors. I stood his in the center of the room and said OK. He opened his eyes and his jaw dropped.
"What is all this?"
"It's the simulator room." I pointed to one corner "there's shooting," I pointed to a wall with seats facing it "driving," another wall with cocoons in front of it "flying and mech. suits," I explained what all of the different programs were and the different "games". We only spent about an hour in the room before it was dinner time. After wards he was eager to go back and check out some more of the room.
We had hung out every day for more than a week. We had our meals together and then hung out together. It wasn't long before we started saying goodnight to each other. We spent a lot of time in the gyms. One morning me and Danny were talking about the different gyms and uncle Vlad commented on us sparing. The idea just struck me funny and I laughed.
"You mean like boxing?" I asked when I caught my breath.
"or mixed martial arts." Danny commented glaring at me. He was not happy.
"Yes." My uncle answered. "One of the underground gyms should be equipped with everything you'll need. But let me know if you do decide to use it."
"Why?" I asked somewhat surprised my uncle showed interest in what we were doing.
"Well because I would like to watch of course." Danny smiled and looked at me.
"After lunch" Danny was staring into my eyes with a challenging look.
"OK" I shrugged my shoulders.
After we finished eating and left the room I asked Danny if he was sure he wanted to do this. He looked more determined and a little mad. Somehow he felt that I wasn't taking him seriously. I explained to him that I didn't want to hurt him, which pissed him off even more. Needless to say, after that conversation I didn't see Danny till lunch. I felt bad the whole time. I really screwed up. Idiot. Of course he can take care of himself, it's just that… that I… I couldn't figure out what I was thinking, or feeling.
We had sandwiches for lunch. Through the whole meal He didn't look at or talk to me and he responded to me uncle with nods or grunts. When we were finished eating this time, he looked at my uncle expectantly. Uncle Vlad chuckled and led the way with Danny and I right behind him. I was about to say something to Danny, but before I could he looked at me and said "save it for later." and then looked back down the hall after my uncle.
When we got to the gym, Danny immediately started stretching, and boy could he stretch. But before I got to thinking too much about his surprising flexibility, my uncle called for my attention.
"Be careful, Dashiell." I frowned at his comment.
"I know, don't hurt him." I was about to walk away when he stopped by clearing his throat.
"I was actually talking about you not getting hurt." Then he shrugged and went over to the judges table.
And with that I was left confused. As I stretched I was checking out… watching…Danny from the corner of my eye as I thought about it. Sure he was stronger and much faster than he looked, but when it came to sparing there was no way his smaller frame could beat me. He might have grown over the years, but I still had a couple inches on him.
10 or 15 minutes passed before my uncle sounded a bell and told us to get ready and into our corners. As we got to our spots he explained the rules.
"Hand to hand combat. Avoid the face and crotch. Pin for 10 seconds equals a point. First to 3 points wins; 5 rounds 5 minutes each. Last round will be sudden death."
After that we got to our corners with our water bottles prepped and ready to go. I Stood to the left; Danny to the right. The bell sounded and we began to dance around. Seeing as Danny didn't want to through the first punch, I struck first. But I struck nothing but air. He was fast and dodged everything I threw at him. He dropped to the ground a swept my feet out from under me. Before I could even roll over he dropped down on top of me and held my shoulders down so I couldn't get up. I struggled, but that just made him smirk down at me. His bangs created a shadow over half his face and the reflected the competitiveness in his eyes. The bell rung and he got up practically bouncing back to his corner.
Another 3 rounds seemed to go by just as fast. I got two pins in, before Danny got me again. Half the time we were on the platform tumbling and rolling around. In the last round I thought I had him. Then my vision was blurred by sweat rolling into my eye. I tried to blink it away, but after a moment I found myself getting pushed off and swung around. I shut my eyes as we tumbled again, and then I lost my breath when I was shoved onto my back. Grunting, I looked and saw Danny sweat soaked and panting lightly. The light was shining behind him and he shut his eyes tight as the bell went off.
The bell was a blur because all my focus was on Danny now. He was still sitting over me, practically on me, as he took in the fact that he won. Then he swung his torso back and raised his hands in success. Now he was sitting on me. To be honest it was sexy. Him all sweat soaked, panting, slightly flush, sitting on top of me. It was arousing to see him like that, and at that moment one thing flashed through my head oh great I'm hard. And he's sitting on top of me shaking his arms in victory. As he sat there I kept chanting don't scoot back. Don't scoot back in my head.
He finally flopped sideways off of me. When he collapsed next to me I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. All I could do was lay there and star at the ceiling. I could hear Danny's breath returning to normal, then a yawn. I looked over at him and he had his eyes closed.
"Good match," I said taking my chance get up and leave. As I neared the door I turned
"I'm gonna go shower up and head off to bed. I'll see you tomorrow" I didn't check to see if he heard me. "G'night" I slipped through the door before he had a chance to respond.
I headed straight for my room and a cold shower. A REALLY cold shower. But as I got into the bathroom I couldn't help my train of thought. Stripping and turning the water on I tried to think of the cold water,… the icy touch,…. cool like Danny's hands…..shit. Now I was harder. No matter what I did I kept thinking of him: His hands, his hair that fell around his face framing his bright blue eyes.
His lips looked so damn kissable. And the way his body was pressed up so close to mine. Fuck. Seeing no use to trying to stop it I rapped my hand hard around my cock. While stroking I thought of our fight again. Different parts, different sensations. Remembering his panting and heavy breathing made me think about his lips more and more. I wandered what his lips could do. Was he a good kisser? Had he ever kissed before? That thought itself got me even harder and I don't even know why. Maybe it was the thought of being his first kiss, of being his first.
And the way his skin and muscles looked just made me was to kiss and suck it. Kissing his neck, his chest, and all over got me to thinking about him sucking my neck. Then I thought about his lips sucking me off; him down on his knees looking up at me with his big blue eyes. With that I got impossibly harder and started stroking faster and tighter. I was getting close and I will never admit to the noises I made. How could I not whimper at the thought of him trying to get me off? I started to think about the noise he might make, and that was it. I came hard all over my hand and the shower wall.
It all washed away in no time leaving me there to think about what I had just done. But damn was I tired. I soaped up and washed off with a new found fatigue. After I dried off a grabbed a pair boxer I crawled into bead. So beat, literally and figuratively, that I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
My dreams were filled with small smiles, raven hair, and blue eyes.
Few *swipes brow* I've had this chapter so planned out the last couple weeks.
This chapter was originally suppose to come out on my birth day (april 30)
*shrug* I hope E is happy
"I lost sleep for this"
E: *shrug* "It's late"
Well this is actually my last night with my laptop because it's my schools. So any more updates will be from my phone until school starts again in august. (may upload mid-summer, never know) I will be planning the heck out of this story though so when I do get my laptop back there should be a lot more chapters soon after.
PLEASE R&R!
I want to know how I'm doing on characters. Does it sound like them? is it believable? any saying you think one of them would use? this is my first time writing from this perspective for so long.
If any one is willing/wants to take up this horribly grammarred story as a beta, I would be more than Thankful!
see you next time,
Stay PERVY! :3
