A/N- Here's the second chapter. Much more interaction this time because I was getting sick of all the angst :D
Turning, Danny saw the face that his mind told him he least wanted to see. Every other part of his body was telling him that he wanted to see him more than anybody else in the world.
Pale hair gelled back above a raised forehead. Deep brown eyes looking directly into his. He had to look up a little to see him because Kenickie was the taller of the two, but not by much. Danny imagined tilting his head up ever so slightly to connect his lips to the ones above him, usually wrapped around a cigarette or grinning lopsidedly but now twisted into an expression of concern. He shook the thought from his mind and tried to act casual.
'What you doing here?' he asked, a little too harshly.
'I just came to... well, to see if you... don't worry. It's stupid.'
He turned to leave and Danny felt a stab of rejection. He reached out and placed a hand on Kenickie's shoulder, turning him round. A moment later he realised that his hand had remained against the leather shoulder of Kenickie's jacket and quickly removed it, lest it be 'mistaken' for a sign of affection.
'Don't go! You're my best friend, you can talk about anything. Is this about Rizzo? Did something happen?' he sounded a little too hopeful.
There was a moment of hesitation. Danny's eyes were caught in Kenickie's gaze. He was mesmerised and couldn't look away. The air was thick and the space between them was smaller than usual. Danny's head was spinning from the proximity. He almost couldn't hold himself back. The silence lasted a second or two too long.
'No, it isn't about Rizzo, it's about you. Surprised you never saw it really. I always thought you were the smart one, y'know, deep down. Always thought you'd figure it out. Sometimes I thought you felt the same but then you'd...'
There was a pause and a worried expression passed over Kenickie's face. It was like his mouth had been working on autopilot ad his brain had just caught up and figured out what he was saying. His mouth was closed tightly now. He wasn't going to finnish the sentence of his own accord. Danny, on the other hand, had experienced an extreme increase in confidence. He was fairly sure he knew what Kenickie was going to say, the way he stumbled over the words, said 'felt the same', the way his eyes kept darting to Danny's lips. Of course, this may be wishful thinking but it had given him a glimmer of hope and he was going to hold onto it until it was crushed beyond repair. This half-sentence, the look in his eyes, it was all the motivation Danny needed. He moved a little closer to Kenickie and licked his lips for good measure before he spoke. Kenickie shivered a little.
'Then I'd what? Go on, there's nothing you could say that would change anything.'
'Then you'd...' another pause. A gulp. Speaking so quickly Danny barely caught the words. 'Then you'd go off with Sandy and I knew you didn't. It wasn't like with me and Rizzo, because she was just there for the sake of it, to feel normal and... keep up appearances and stuff, but not Sandy. You talked about her all the time and it was emotional so I knew it wasn't the same thing. You felt about her the way I felt about you.'
He stopped and Danny could almost see the words in his head as he ran back over what he had said. The horror as the realisation dawned that he had revealed too much. He opened his mouth to speak again, maybe to take it back, but Danny cut him off.
'I hope not, because I don't care about her. I mean, I care, but not like a care about you. I think of her as a friend. Or an acquaintance maybe. A friendly acquaintance? It doesn't matter. Either way, I like you a whole lot more...'
He was rambling and decided that talking wasn't working for him. He would try another approach. He would show him what he meant. He brought his lips up to Kenickie's to cut off his own sentence, which was going nowhere in particular. For a moment, Kenickie froze. Danny didn't know if it was shock or disgust. Had he misinterpreted everything? Was it possible that Kenickie meant something else?
Then he relaxed and started to kiss him back. Danny had never felt anything like it. Sure, he'd kissed people before but only ever girls and that wasn't the same. The lips against his now were rougher than what he was used to and tasted natural, not flavoured by make-up. He felt Kenickie's hands around his waist and brought his own hands up behind Kenickie's neck, interlinking his fingers.
The kiss became more passionate as both boys became more confident. Kinickie guided Danny backwards onto the bonnet of Greased Lightning and ran his tongue along Danny's lips. Danny opened his mouth and allowed him to deepen the kiss, tilting his head back a little and twining his fingers in Kenickie's hair. He felt hands lift his shirt ever so slightly, running along his stomach. The electricity of skin on skin, lips on lips, hearts beating together erratically.
It was over as quickly as it had begun. A stolen moment. They stayed where they were for a while, looking at each other, catching their breath. Slowly, they returned to standing, straightened their clothes and hair, smiled at one another.
'See,' said Danny, 'nothing to worry about.'
Danny leaned over to kiss him again and Kenickie grinned, but then it disappeared as something dawned on him and he pushed Danny away. Danny lost his grin also. Had he changed his mind?
'What if someone sees us?' asked Kenickie, 'One of the other boys?'
Danny was about to say that he didn't care, but the truth was that he did. Appearances were everything to him. Still, this was very hard to remember with such an attractive boy, swollen-lipped from kissing, standing before him with adoring eyes. He wanted nothing more that to reach out and touch him but the question had brought him back to reality.
'Later then?' asked Danny hopefully.
'Don't be an idiot. Why do you think I bought a car? Get in'
The grins returned to their faces. Danny couldn't get into Greased Lightning fast enough!
A/N- Review and let me know what you thought.
F-G S
