The next morning, you woke up to the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. You opened your eyes, before groggily sitting up, peeling yourself away from a sleeping Danny, and grabbing clothes to head in for a shower. All you could think of was last night as the hot water ran over you. You still heard the pans in the kitchen, as you stepped out of the shower, putting on a comfortable shirt and a pair of jean shorts, stepping out of the bathroom with your hair still wet. You went into the room, to see Danny still asleep and you moved your bag off the chair, to sit down and use your laptop. After a few minutes, Danny sat up and rolled out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom to shower. You remained in the chair, until he came back into the room, getting dressed.

"Did you sleep well," You asked as your reached into your bag for your comb.

"I slept great. You?" He slipped on a shirt, and smiled at you.

"I slept really well." You smiled back, as Barry knocked on the open door.

"Breakfast. Then we gotta head out for recording today." He looked tired, and disheveled as he went back to the kitchen and you and Danny stared at each other with the same look in your eyes. Holy fuck we probably woke him up. Whoops. You both went into the kitchen for breakfast, staring at Barry awkwardly as you ate your omelettes. Barry stared at you angrily, and half asleep. Yeah, he definitely heard you guys.

"Barry. Did you sleep well?" Danny tested. In return Barry just glared. "Sorry bear." Danny replied, and you looked down in shame.

"So are you two a thing now? Is that happening?" Barry retorted. You and Danny shrugged, looked to each other and shrugged again. "Okay. Anyway, I'm sleeping in the car, please do not speak to me." He grew quiet and pulled out a small action figure out of his pocket. "Or my son."

You laughed so hard you fell out your chair, and still laughed while you were on the floor. Barry simply left the table, to nap on the couch while he waited for the two of you to finish eating.

At the office later, it was clear that everyone knew. Whether Barry told them when he walked in, or complained to them when he was woken up (the latter being more likely) and Danny was clearly going to have quite the talk with Arin before the session. You simply at on the leather arm chair, sketching, when Barry came to talk with you.

"Sorry for waking you up." You stared at him as he flopped on the couch.

"Its fine. I know you just didn't know how to keep quiet." He smiled a bit at you.

"How you know I don't know how to keep quiet?"

"Well, based on how you acted this morning, it's obvious it was your first time. And also the fact that you didn't keep quiet." He replied, trying to nap.

"I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal. But if you guys end up a thing, I'd be happy to see you around. You're a pretty nice person. I know. I've watched your live streams."

"Fuck who hasn't watched my live streams here?"

"I don't think Kevin has..." He rubbed the back of his head a bit.

"Shit. Why not. I'ma fight him."

The two of you laughed.

"I'm very tired. Good afternoon." He muttered as he grabbed a throw pillow, covering his face with it.

"And good afternoon to you too," You said as you stood up to give him some silence. As you stood up, Danny opened the door, beckoning for you to come. You did as told, and Arin hugged you the moment you entered the room. He began whispering in you ear.

"If you hurt Danny I swear to god I'm going to kill you. Kill you. I'm going to kill you. I will find your home and kill you. I swear to god. Don't hurt my cinnamon roll I will kill you. You will be kill. I will kill. You will be kill because I kill. Kill you. I will kill your entire family and all of your friends but you will be most kill."

"One question." You whispered in return. "If you kill me, will you kill my ghost too?"

"No, that's just taking it too far." He laughed, patting you on the back, as Danny left the room for a minute. "But I do hope you guys end up together. We've all shipped the two of you since we learned about how frequently he watched your live streams."

"How frequent was that?"

"How often a week did you have a live stream?"

"It depended..."

"Then that's you answer. He's watched every single stream you had, and if he missed one, he'd stay up late into the night to catch up. When we found this out, we decided that if the two of you ever met, you would be shipped harder than any gay ship any of us have any had."

"Whats your Gay Grumps OTP?"

"Me and Danny. Duh. I'd fuck his ass so hard."

"Same, if I had a dick. So instead I let him fuck me."

"Where did your innocence go?"

"Pretty sure it's all over Danny's sheets."

"I'M TOO PURE FOR THIS." He laughed as he jokingly ran out of the room. He quickly came back in, still laughing. "But in all seriousness, I hope you guys get together, it'd be cute. The cinnamon roll and the roll full of sin."

"Who's who?" You asked.

"Depends who sucked more dick."

"Shit."

At that moment Danny came back into the room.

"Ready for the session?"

"Yah." Arin sat on the couch, turning on the Wii. Mario Maker. Nice. You simply nodded, and Danny pulled you to the side.

"Listen, (_), I'm sorry about last night. I know it was your first time and well, first times should be for people you're dating, not random irresistible string-beans. I'm real sorry and-"

You cut him off by kissing him.

"I'm not sure what you're thinking, but we're dating now. I don't friendzone I relationship zone. Wanna be friends, too bad we're dating." You grinned, and his eyes widened as he smiled.

"You're serious?!" He looked like the happiest puppy.

"As serious as I can be." You nodded, hugging him.

"It's gonna suck when you need to go home." He quietly mumbled, as Arin called you guys over to start the session. You didn't hear him.

It had been three months since your time with Danny, and it was Friday night yet again. You tossed off your shirt, turning on your computer and desperately waiting for it to load. As you put on your comfortable shirt, you didn't open Chrome, and instead opened Skype. You then placed a call, and saw a familiar face.

"Hey, cinnamon roll." He cooed over the camera.

"Hey, floof machine." You responded.

"I missed you today. Arin's been asking about you too, wondering when you're gonna do another session."

"Next week. I've been swamped in art requests."

"I miss you so fucking much, (_)."

"I miss you too, Danny."

"So how was your day, babe?"

This was going to be a long night.