Dash sent a triumphant smirk towards his fellow captain and led the woozy ex-looser away from the scene of drama, ignorant of the fact that he had just won a battle over a drunk male half his size with a gay soccer player who only wanted to screw the cute new popular kid.
They stumbled into a second floor guestroom laughing over the situation. The thought of two popular kids about to go to blows over possibly the weirdest kid in school, his parents were ghost hunters for crying out loud, was the funniest thing either of them had ever heard. Mostly because Danny was intoxicated and Dash was just simple, at that moment the word "bottle" would have extracted a fit of giggles.
Dash wasn't so far gone, but he only had one glass and had eaten before he arrived while Danny, to his knowledge and there was precious little of it since Danny rarely attended parties, ate when he got home.
They collapsed on the bed together, clutching their sides and trying to calm themselves. Dash glanced at Danny, his face close, lips within touching distance. Was the scene of drama that just transpired so farfetched? Did Danny really believe himself to be that undesirable?
His eyes were a light blue, almost sapphire, and contrasted with his thick dark lashes. Why did men always have the most beautiful lashes? Girls had thick lashes too sometimes, but Danny's were long and full, and so soft and delicate looking that a gentle mist could settle on them in drops as easily as on a rose petal.
His ivory skin was clear of blemishes, which enticed a spark of envy from Dash as he had to use Proactive to keep his breakouts under control. The light flush painted across his cheeks would make a beautician swoon and he had that glazed, half wild look that stirred something unnamed in Dash's gut.
"Yes?" Danny asked, and Dash realized he'd been staring.
"I…um…I should probably go get you something to eat. You'd feel better if you had something in your stomach." Quickly Dash rolled off the bed and headed out the door, taking the spare key off the nightstand and locking the door behind him for good measure. Didn't want someone like Mr. Soccer Captain stumbling in and seeing a drunk little teen sprawled out invitingly on the bed.
Their hostess was well acquainted with the needs of teenagers and often left guestroom keys in rooms as an indication that it was vacant, locking a room when you entered or left a friend drunk and passed out was the best you could do to afford privacy and safety. It was a routine developed several years ago, before he had come to high school, when a group of guys stumbled in on a slumbering girl. The consequences chilled even those new to the scene, and it was a story told often to remind people of the dangers there were.
So Dash, just a little bit shaky, locked the door before he left.
There were six inch subs down by the refreshments; all unwrapped and displayed in labeled rows indicating what was on them. Dash, not knowing what Danny liked, just got a few plain ones labeled 'vegetarian'. Figuring they were the least likely to offend his friends stomach.
His friend…well when did that happen?
Dash thought about that all the way back up into the room trying to balance the five or so sandwiches in one arm and not get bread crumbs on his shirt, and unlock the door at the same time.
Multitasking was not one of his strongest talents but he made it into the room with a clean shirt and no squashed bread, so it was a victorious accomplishment of his part. Or so said the grin he now sported like an idiot who managed to kick off his underwear and catch them in his hand.
Danny looked like he was sleeping, but the rise and fall of his midriff said otherwise. Danny didn't accustom himself to breathing from his chest apparently, but that was fine, just another of his strange quirks. Dash seamed…almost used to it by now.
Danny cracked open an eye in his direction and smiled. No smirk, no grin, just this little upturn of the lips, and only in the corners. Scarcely noticeable…the kind of smile the wearer doesn't even know he's giving, because he's genuinely happy.
He sat up slowly, and Dash knew it was to keep the room from spinning and smiled, because he felt a little light headed too.
They shared the sandwiches, talking about stupid impersonal things that happen in daily life. The kind of small talk you have with someone in line or at a bus stop. Friends you make yet never see again, people who you just run into.
They lay back on the bed when they were finished, and just stared at each other. Their faces close, like when they had first come in. Dash noticed that it would take very little movement, just a slight shift of weight on the bed, to bring them together. Danny's lips looked soft, and had a small healing cut near the center when Dash had punched him last Tuesday. A stirring of guilt nibbled at his gut.
Danny, seaming to sense the object of Dash's scrutiny, touched the tip of his tongue to the cut, but whatever comment he might have said was smothered when Dash finally moved that short distance and claimed his mouth.
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Closer and closer to the fun stuffs.
Did this make up for the two day wait?