"And now we live here where Andrew is in an eternal blood feud with half the mothers on our block," Randy finished with a laugh. It took a moment for it to really sink in that the three had just spent all night talking and that sunlight was softly filtering through the windows, lighting up the living room where they were curled up with empty cups. At some point in the night, Andrew had gotten up and found them a blanket, tossing it over their legs while Randy had been telling them about their adventures in New York. That had seemed like a fun time.
"Well, I haven't had nearly as much fun. The past couple years here, it's been me going to the juvenile detention center to help the kids keep up on their reading and writing, and the older ones on things like history and English. That's only on the weekdays, though. Weekends normally I go volunteer at the food bank."
"I'm not sure what else I was expecting to hear," Andrew sighed, tucking Danny closer. He wasn't sure when he had ended up sitting in Andrew's lap while Randy combed his feathers, but it had probably been sometime when Randy was telling him about France. "You're so angelic."
Danny looked up at him. "What? I like helping people. Do you not help people anymore?" That had Randy laughing.
"Don't listen to him, he's always helping with after school programs and even tutoring the kids in the area when he has the time."
"Oh good," Danny said, breathing a sigh of relief. "You must be really good at it."
"The kids love him, even when he pretends he doesn't love them back," Randy grinned, completely ignoring Andrew's glaring. "It's adorable."
"You never used to like kids that much." Danny shifted and reclined until he was laid back across their couch. "What changed that?"
"I ended up befriending a few of the neighborhood children," Andrew finally said, giving a small shrug. "They weren't as horribly unpleasant as I was lead to believe most children were."
"Meaning he got attached and realized how much he liked kids when they weren't stupid," Randy chimed in, his tail calmly wrapping around Danny's wrist. Danny looked down at it before smiling, Andrew shifting him so he could rise.
"Speaking of, I ought to go make breakfast."
...Wait, what? Danny looked up at him. "What do neighborhood kids have to do with you making breakfast?"
"Three of those kids we kind of got attached to," Randy sighed, leaning more against Danny with a soft hum. "They visit whenever they can and we usually end up making breakfast for them before they go to school in the mornings."
Danny laid back further across the couch, tucking his wings underneath himself. They were getting a little cold. "Wow. Things really have changed."
"They have not. These children just didn't go away - they're like strays, Danny. Once I fed them they never left." While Andrew complained in the kitchen, Randy hid a laugh and lowered his voice.
"Don't listen to him. He adores those three and loves taking care of them. They also know about us, so if you want to tell them you're an angel, it's okay."
"You think I should? Little kids get a bit… excited when they see my wings." Behind him, his wings rippled and it felt like he could already feel little hands.
"I can promise that none of them will try to touch your wings without permission," Randy smiled, pulling Danny so he was soon sitting in Randy's own lap and resting against him. "Annie, the youngest, might get excited, but she won't touch if you don't want her to."
"You can promise?" If Randy said so… He didn't lie to Danny, that much was true. Besides, he did say the kids knew about them, so they already knew angels and demons existed.
"I can promise with absolute certainty that you'll be fine and they'll probably end up adoring you," Randy laughed, leaning his head against Danny's shoulder and giving a soft sigh. "We really did miss you, Danny. So much." Danny shifted around to hug Randy tightly, having not given him nearly enough yet.
"I missed you too." Realizing that he had gone to their house and stayed the night, Danny snickered.
"Oh? And what are you laughing at?" Randy grinned, tucking Danny close and kissing at his cheek, a light little thing that barely lasted a moment.
"Just… the juvenile kids wanted me to go to a bar so bad because they hoped I'd go home with someone."
"Well, at least you can tell them that you did," Randy laughed, Danny hearing a quiet little snort of amusement from the kitchen.
"I can, and I can tell them I stayed the night, too!" A knock at the door had Danny startling, especially when it opened a second later.
"Hey Dad, funny question, did I leave my math notebook here the other night?" D… ad?
"It's in here on the kitchen table," Andrew called from the kitchen, a teenager that looked to be around fourteen or fifteen coming in and heading towards the kitchen before stopping and staring at Danny with wide eyes.
"Oh, uh…" The teen stated at him, clearing his throat. "So, uh, when I said Dad-"
"Josh, come on, move over you dweeb, we want to eat too!"
"Yeah, dweeb, I want pancakes before school!"
"You're teaching our baby sister bad behavior," the teen - Josh? - complained as he was pushed and shoved aside, two girls rushing in and heading straight for the kitchen and completely ignoring him. Danny was kind of grateful for that. "So, look, as I was saying, they don't really have kids if this whatever is a thing- Holy shit, you're an angel."
"I- You can see that?" Danny had instinctively hidden his wings when he first heard the door, but now he was fluttering up from the couch to land in front of the teenager.
"Oh, uh- Yeah. Yes!" The teen looked nervous, glancing to Randy before looking back to Danny. "I'm- I can see things- I mean, I can see them, even though I'm way past the age I'm supposed to. Uh, sorry."
"No, no, I've just never met anyone past age ten that can really see any of it. Is it just you, or your sister, too? Is it because you already knew they were demons?"
"Oh- Oh, well, first, it seems to be just me." Josh looked a little less nervous, but he still looked like he was curling in on himself. "Annie, my youngest sister, she's six, so she can still see these things, but they're blurry to her. I can seem them clearly even when they're hidden. Stacy can kind of sense that Dad and Pops aren't really, you know, human, but I think that's because she's been around them since she was a baby, so exposure played a part."
The teen sucked in a breath before launching right back into his explanation, "I suppose exposure played a factor with me as well, but part of it has to be from my family line, don't you think? Not only am I able to see them clearly, but they were always clear and they're not that way with Annie who grew up around them since she was born. I also saw them before I knew they were demons, but maybe the fact I know who they are helps me see? Then again, your wings were absolutely clear and I didn't know you were an angel."
"I'm Danny- Sorry- Sorry, can we step back a second?" Danny was already laughing as he fully took Josh in. "You call them Dad and 'Pops?'"
"It's a long story, but the short of it is that I latched onto Dad - Andrew - first, and Pops is old-"
"I am not old!" Randy yelled, having moved to keep an eye on the others in the kitchen. "He used to call me Papa and then he decided he was all grown up. Mind you, he's only sixteen. He's a child."
"Sixteen? I thought eighteen," Danny said, looking to him again. Ah, same boat as Danny then. Never looked his age.
"See! I look my age!" Josh had perked up and looked utterly delighted before his eyes widened as he stared at Danny. "Wait- Wait, wait, wait, Danny as in Angel's Fall Danny?"
Danny gasped, ignoring the sound of shattering glass from the kitchen. "You've read Angel's Fall, too?!"
"No!" Josh blurted out the word before taking a few steps back, his back hitting the wall as he put on a smile that Danny could tell was nervous and anxious, Danny hearing a quiet swear from Randy. "Nope, aha, of course- No. Of course not. Sorry- I'm sorry. I'm fine."
Before Danny could say anything, Randy was in front of him. "Josh? Hey, hey, Andy just dropped a plate. That's all, it's fine. He's cleaning it up right now. You're fine."
"Right. Just a plate." Josh took a few unsteady breaths, Danny realizing at once that something must have triggered a panic attack. He had seen it a few times when teaching at the juvenile correction centers, but never this bad. He saw things like this only at the women's shelters, or when he was working with veterans. "Sorry."
"No, no, you don't have to apologize," Danny said with a shake of his head. "It's fine." There was a moment where Josh stared at him and then looked at Randy before looking away.
"I might have read a bit of Angel's Fall." A long second passed, Josh flushing and looking at the ceiling. "Or all of it. A few times."
"A few times? Josh, how old were you when you first read it?"
"Um… Twelve, maybe."
"Joshua Markus Waters!"
"It was left on the table and you were both in the kitchen trying to get Stacy to take some medicine because she was sick and I was curious and I didn't mean to pry, but it looked like a really good book!" The words were fast and half slurred together, Josh waving his arms about as if to make his point better. "I only meant to read the first chapter before school, but then it was really, really good and so I took it to school to finish reading it and it was really good and I got really into it and I didn't expect it to go like that, but by that point I was halfway through the book, and you know I can't just stop reading a book halfway through, and-"
"You most certainly can stop reading a book halfway through! I've seen you do it with your history book six times this semester!"
"Yeah, but… That's school." Josh looked like a scolded child and Danny was still amazed that Andrew was the one doing the scolding. Was this another universe, maybe? "But, uh, hey, Danny's here! That's, um, that's like, way more important to focus on, right?"
"We'll continue this later, for now you need to eat break-" There was a knock to the door that last a second before a woman was poking her head in, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, this is a merry gathering." The woman looked a lot like the three kids that had come in, so Danny assumed this was the mother. "Josh, you forgot your phone. Again."
"I didn't forget it, I left it on purpose." He immediately was taking his phone from her with a huff, scrolling through it and texting.
"Mhm. Make sure they get on the bus, Andrew, or I'll drag you to the school myself to explain that they were late because they were kidnapped by you."
"Kidnapped? I think you mean to say I was held hostage while they raided everything I owned. They're eating me out of house and home, do you ever feed them?"
"I try when you don't steal them for breakfast and dinner, sometimes. I know you lure them over with after school snacks, too!"
Danny wasn't sure if he should involve himself here or not, but he startled when he felt Josh grab his shirt sleeve before tugging him along towards the kitchen, "Come on, they'll be at it for a while. So, you're their Danny, right? The one they fell for?"
"I- Well, I guess I thought that was part of the story. To make it more interesting."
"It definitely wasn't. They talk about you a lot - even when they don't realize they're talking about you, if that makes sense."
"Not really."
The girl - Stacy, he was pretty sure - looked up at him. "Oh, you're that Danny."
"He's definitely that Danny," Josh nodded, letting him go to grab a plate of food. "Trust us, they missed you a lot."
Annie leapt up to beam at him. "Hi! I'm Annie! Your wings are really pretty!" Ah, so this was Annie. Behind her, Josh cleared his throat. "What? I haven't even touched them, yet!"
"Hi, Annie. I… I would really like it if you didn't touch them. They're very sensitive." Danny took a step or two back, bumping into the counter. Annie stared at him before giving a very serious nod.
"Okay. So, can you fly? Do you have a halo? What happens if you're pushed out a window? What happens if you touch someone who sins? You should touch Josh and find out."
"Um, yes, yes, typically I'll use my wings to fly or hover, and nothing." At least Danny had experience in dealing with kids, he mused.
"Do you like to eat? You can have some of my pancakes. How come I can't see your halo? Does it really look like it does in movies and stuff?"
"Breathe, Annie," Josh laughed, walking to the table with his own plate. "You can get some food if you're hungry, though. Dad always makes too much."
Danny just laughed. "It's okay."
"She brings up a good point about the halo, though," Stacy hummed, looking curious as she narrowed her eyes. "Is it just a circle of light?"
"Yes and no?" Danny gave a slight shake of his head. "I… I don't think I should show you. It might be a little too much."
"Would it burn our eyes and drive us mad?" Josh asked curiously. "Because that's why Dad and Pops don't let us see their true demon forms - although I think I saw Dad's in a dream, one time."
"Not all the way, but it would affect you, yeah," Danny said with a nod. Randy finally returned to the kitchen and started to serve Danny a plate, smiling at him.
"Thankfully Andrew likes to make breakfast and he's much better at it than me," Randy hummed, handing Danny the plate with a smile that turned into a sharp grin. "He tends to ruin other dishes, though."
"Really? He's always been great at desserts," Danny said, taking the plate. "Does he still-"
"All the time," Randy said quietly, giving him a smile. "He tends to make a lot of them, some days." He gave a beaming grin at that, Randy starting to get shorter a bit. "Well, that didn't change either, looks like."
"You know, if you did that in the street, people would probably be better Christians," Stacy commented, staring at Danny and oh, he must have been hovering. "It's very cute that you all still love each other, though."
Danny looked to them and nodded. "When I was born, they were the first thing I saw." Stacy and Annie looked at him with wide eyes, at that, Josh only blinking before looking to Randy and giving a choked little laugh.
"I thought you were exaggerating when you wrote Angel's Fall."
"About what, exactly?"
"How sappy you all are," Josh grinned, draining the rest of his drink before jumping up. "Alright, come on, munchkins, we gotta get on our buses."
Andrew finally made his way back into the kitchen. "Alright, do you all have everything? Josh, is your phone in your pocket? Your math notebook in your bag?"
Danny watched as Josh looked around and grabbed his phone from his chair and tucked it away in his pocket and then grabbed a notebook that was lying on the kitchen table and put that in his backpack. "Of course I have everything, Dad."
"Mhm. Annie, did you do all your homework? Only girls that did all their homework get sweets." It only took a moment for Annie to dig out a folder of her own bag and wave it up towards Andrew, looking proud of herself.
"I did it all and then Josh helped me put it in a folder."
Andrew looked through it, nodding and smiling. "Very impressive. Alright, you'll get a couple cookies. After you get home."
"You're the mean parent," Annie complained, taking the folder back and heading to the door with a pout. Josh looked like he was trying not to laugh, smile twitching on his lips.
Randy ruffled Stacy's hair. "I don't think we have to ask you, do we?"
"Of course not," Stacy huffed, leaning into the touch. "I actually get things done on time instead of waiting until the last minute."
"Hey, I don't wait till the last minute! I give myself, like, five minutes! Gimme some credit!"
"Yeah!"
"They're cute kids," Randy sighed, shaking his head and letting the silence fill in all the words he could have said about them besides 'cute.' It was a little amusing. Danny nodded.
"I can tell. But… Dad and Pops? What happened to 'children may be free of sin, but I still consider them akin to hellspawn,'" he asked with a small wave of his hand.
"Oh, please tell me Dad said that one," Josh grinned, looking delighted at the thought. Before Danny could answer him, Andrew was pushing Josh towards the door.
"You won't be finding out until after school. Now go on before your mother has my head."
When they were all gone, Danny stared at them. "So?"
"That was Josh, Stacy, and Annie Waters," Andrew sighed, collapsing on the couch. "We met Josh when he was five or so and, as I said earlier, I fed them and they never left after that."
"That's it? You fed them and fell in love with them?"
"Well, it might be a bit more complicated than that," Andrew slowly admitted, Randy giving a laugh as he kissed at the man's cheek.
"It's a lot more complicated - and not all of it is a happy story. The short of it is that the kids had a monster for a parent that was worse than what we could ever be. We always acted as a bit of a safe space for them - Josh, especially, since he was the oldest. Their father died a few years ago, though, and at that point we were thoroughly attached to the little monsters."
Danny sat at the kitchen table with his plate and started to cut into his pancakes. "Tell me more?"
It took a while to notice, but Andrew eventually did notice. Danny had always been hyperactive and ready to move on to the next thing to do, but it was getting later and later in the day and he had barely moved except to go back to the couch and curl up. His phone had rung twice and each time he just hung up without picking the phone up- Three times. He'd done it three times, now. "It's probably the food bank, I'm only a volunteer, but I normally go every weekend."
"Should you answer and let them know you're not coming in today?" Randy asked, sitting next to Danny on the couch and only half a moment from outright leaning against him.
"Oh, no, it's fine. Some of them have been pestering me to take a break, anyway." That was… unlike Danny to so easily wave off his responsibilities.
"You sure?" Randy suddenly seemed on edge, looking to Andrew with wide eyes and a bitten lip. Andrew was certain he mirrored the expression but… Well, maybe Danny wasn't meant to fall for lust. Maybe he was meant to fall for sloth. "We could do something else today if you wanted. I think we needed to go grocery shopping, anyways."
"If you really want to," Danny said with a shrug, looking back to Andrew. "How'd you come up with the Dark Secrets saga?" Blinking for a moment, Andrew hummed to himself. It had been a long time since he felt the urge to genuinely blush, but this was pushing his limits.
"Ah, well, I suppose most of it was… personal experience."
And Danny was just frowning at him, like he didn't understand. "But you're not a girl."
"Well, no, but I've certainly slept with enough," Andrew snorted, finally moving to sit down on Danny's other side.
"...Oh," Danny said simply. That was it. No jealousy, no embarrassment. Well, maybe he was embarrassed but he didn't much show it.
"It's how we get energy," Randy said quietly, tail slipping out and curling around his own arm. He was nervous himself, it seemed. "It comes with the release of sexual gratification, but the amount of energy varies depending on a few different factors. We can get energy from each other, of course, but to only do that would be like on the verge of constant starvation."
Danny nodded. "It would keep you from starving, but not by much." At least he seemed to understand. "How… How much would you get from an angel?"
Andrew felt his nails digging into his skin at the same moment he saw Randy's pupils go thin and sharp. "That… could be a very dangerous question, mon cher." He watched Danny give a small nod as he lowered his head to look down at his lap-
And his phone rang again. It went through three rings before Danny pressed ignore again, Randy twitching before he was reaching out to cup Danny's cheek and lift his head up, making sure their eyes met before speaking, "If that were to happen between us, Danny, it's because we all want it, and not just because you want to give us energy." Danny frowned, and his eyebrows furrowed, but he seemed to understand as he nodded. "And that's not a no," Randy grinned, sharp and wild as his tail snapped through the air with a crack before curling up to brush against Danny's cheek. Danny nodded again, curling his knees up to his chest.
"Tell me more about it." Scooting closer to Danny, Andrew kissed his cheek softly, tail gently wrapping around his wrist as he gave as calming a smile as he could.
"What would you like to know, first?"
Danny's bright, curious grin started to come back again. "Is 'everything' an okay answer?" The three of them jumped as Danny's phone rang again, and Andrew watched annoyance start to filter through.
"Maybe-" Randy started, stopping when Andrew reached over and grabbed the phone, turning it off and then tossing it to the other end of the couch.
"There we go." Andrew tugged at Danny, pulling him into his lap and nuzzling at his cheek. "Now you're ours for the rest of the day."
"Perfect."
This wasn't right. Danny loved helping people, so the fact he seemed to completely ignore the idea of it… Randy didn't like it. There were seven ways to fall, but what was the point if Danny lost sight of who he was? Randy could understand wanting a break every now and then, of course he could! But Danny was always sweet and courteous. If he wanted to take a break, under normal circumstances he would have just answered the phone the first time and told them that he wasn't going in.
That was the part that worried Randy. Danny didn't seem to care for one bit about even letting his volunteer groups know that he wasn't going to show up. Was he afraid if he left that he'd never find them again? It didn't feel like fear when Randy focused on Danny's emotions. It was… If Randy had to put a word to it, he would have said obsession. Even if it meant doing nothing and lying on the couch, Danny seemed willing to do anything to be at their sides.
Andrew had gotten into his storytelling and was now repeating some misadventures of theirs that would make a typical angel run away as fast as possible, but Danny was just nodding along and listening intently. Randy kept an eye on Andrew's twitching tail that had started to sway back and forth, but Danny seemed all too fine with keeping cuddled up to Andrew, so Randy didn't worry.
"Hey, Danny, do you want to go out and do anything with me today?"
"Oh, sure, if you want to. What do you want to go do?"
"I need to do some shopping today to stock up on groceries. Do you want to come with?" Maybe they could even conveniently find someone in need and Danny would remember how he liked helping people.
Danny nodded and stood up. "Alright." Well, at least he wasn't just lying about. Randy gently took his hand and pulled him along, grabbing the keys as he went.
"We'll be back soon, Andy. Remember to eat something before you lock yourself away in the study." Andrew nodded at him.
"I will, don't worry. I'll have lunch ready when you get back."
"See you soon." Randy pulled Danny out the door and towards the car, giving him a small smile. "How are you doing, so far? I know this is all pretty sudden."
Danny returned the smile easily enough. "I'm doing okay."
"You know nothing has to really change now that we've found each other, right?"
"Well, it's just… You two really are different."
"In a bad way?"
He watched Danny shake his head. "I don't think so."
"I would hope not," Randy smiled, opening the car door and pausing to catch Danny by fingers on his jaw before he was leaning in to brush a soft kiss over the skin. When he pulled away, Danny's cheeks were a nice pink, and he was smiling like nothing could ruin his mood. It was far too tempting…
Really, Randy could reach in and easily steal at least a kiss or two. Danny didn't look like he'd put up an ounce of protest. Maybe just… "Right! Shopping!"
"Right." Danny climbed into the car. "Do you need anything specific?"
"We need to pick up some more groceries and I want to get another notebook or two for Josh - he's been filling them up faster than he can write in them half the time- Oh! Stacy and Annie both need new hair ties, too."
"You really love them, don't you?" That had Randy giving a small pause, finally smiling as he started the car.
"I do. I've always had a soft spot for kids, but with these three me and Andy practically helped raise them. We got attached." Randy sighed, gripping the wheel. "I'm… not looking forward to how fast the next few decades go."
"Well… I'll help you through them." Silent for a moment, Randy finally grabbed Danny's hand with his own and gave a tight squeeze. Pleased when Danny squeezed back, Randy gave a nod to himself. Fallen or not, Danny in their lives again would be good.
The trip to the store only took an hour or so, Randy worried that Danny still seemed so… slothful. He clung to Randy's side and didn't seem interested in doing much besides just following after him. Sure, he had seen maybe an elderly that needed help pushing their cart, but… He had looked to Randy and apparently gotten some silent signal not to help.
They were on their way home and Randy was nervously tapping at the steering wheel. "Is there anywhere else you want to go? We can drop by that place you volunteer and let them know you're not dead or anything."
"If you think we should." And that wasn't helping.
"Well like I said, it's where you want to go." Did Danny think they had kidnapped him or something?
Danny just smiled at him. "Wherever you are." And… if Randy weren't mistaken, that was definitely love, but it also felt like…
"H- Home sounds like a good idea, for now. Andy's probably already made us some lunch." It wasn't completely there, yet, but there was definitely the start of what could be lust. Randy wasn't quite sure how to deal with that one.
"I thought you said he was only good at breakfast and dessert," Danny said with that sly grin. Randy couldn't stop his surprised laugh.
"He is, so don't be surprised when we get home and we find grilled cheese and, if we're lucky, some chips. He's probably made some fresh cookies, though." Danny laughed.
"That sounds perfect. I like simple. Better than some of the higher fancier foods Vladimir has given me."
"Yeah," Randy muttered, mood turning at the name. "Speaking of Vladimir, you said he checks up on you every few days, right? Does he have your phone number?"
"Yeah," Danny said with a nod. "He gave it… Oh."
"Would you answer if he calls you?"
"I would have to. If I don't, then he'll fear the worst and- I can't let him hurt you."
"You don't need to worry about him hurting us, Danny," Randy snorted, making the turn for their street. "We're stronger than we used to be and we know how to fight back when angels come after us. Besides, Vladimir's a dick."
Danny seemed to think this over a moment before nodding. "Alright." As Randy pulled into the driveway, he started to unbuckle and open his door before he saw that Danny wasn't moving. "I'm not a child, anymore."
Pausing at that, Randy settled back in his seat, silent for a moment before he gave a soft sigh, "Believe me, Danny, I know you're not." Danny had grown into his own and that was easy to see, but still… "I just don't want you to get hurt or, as much as you'll hate me for what I'm about to say, do something that you'll regret."
"I've been looking for you two for the past five hundred and ninety-six years, you think I'm going to regret trying to stay with you, now?" Ah… Danny really had grown up.
"The last time I saw you, you were so young," Randy said quietly, giving him a smile he knew was weak. "And it's been almost six hundred years and I still want you so badly."
"You should have at least said something."
"I should have, but if I could do things over I still wouldn't change what I did." Feeling the sharp sense of shock, Randy gently took Danny's hand, giving it a squeeze. "Back then, we were taught that to fall was to die. If I was about to die, I didn't want you blaming yourself for our deaths."
"You're still doing it and- I don't need- I don't want you to protect me." Oh, Danny… He had always been so good at hiding how he truly felt, but for him to hide all of this…
"Then what do you want?" This seemed like too heavy a conversation to be having in a car full of groceries, but Danny had also gone too long with all of this on his mind.
Danny shook his head, "I just want to finally be with you. I don't care what we do, if it's going to the store, or taking care of your kids in your weirdly normal human life, but-" There was a swirl of bitter and jaded feelings that been there for too long and Randy couldn't stop himself from pulling Danny in.
"Oh, Danny. Come here." Another tug was all it took to be able to press his lips to Danny's, pulling him in close. And he didn't let Danny go either, not when it felt like he wanted to pull away and keep arguing with him. Not until Danny seemed to finally give up and lean into him, a hand gripping Randy's shoulder painfully tight. Randy finally pulled back, barely stopping himself from going right back when he saw Danny's flushed cheeks and half closed eyes. "Then stay with us."
"Forever?"
"And probably a little after that if I get my way." Now Danny was in Randy's lap and clinging tightly to him. Right. They needed to get some of the groceries before the frozens melted, though. "Okay, so, here's a plan. I take the groceries in and you go deal with Andy. You can either have an emotional talk or kiss him - either will work." Danny just shook his head and clung onto Randy more.
Randy did his best to not laugh, rubbing at Danny's back and pressing soft kisses against his cheek and jaw, "I know you don't want to let go, but we do have frozens and perishables in here."
"Just… Just a little longer," Danny murmured against him. And, really, Randy knew he didn't have the strength to begin to say no to that.
"Five minutes."