Author's Note (Monster): Hi guys! Oh look, it's almost been a year again... Time for an update. I will say I finally finished the chapter plan and the story is set to end at chapter 47. I'm not making promises of updating more often but I might start updating more in september or something. I've been looking into releasing the first Kidnapped Remastered chapter as well but I'm not quite happy with it yet. Enjoy.
Previously on Untouched;
Funny cries abuse and Danny doesn't take it well. After all, shoving each other is just part of the dynamics between the guys, right? Right?
A week went by and it seemed like the conversation never happened in the first place. Not a soul would suspect what Dylan had talked about with Danny. None of their friends did either. The week was filled with happy chatter and a show here and there. They went out to eat, bought crap biscuits for the bus and a fuckload of chips. One of the crew warned them not to fill the fridge with booze because despite the passing of cold days, autumn was unpredictable and hot days could be near. They'd wish they put some water in there too.
Charlie laughed it off in their faces and said he could just as easily cool down on booze as water. Johnny gave him a look when he said that and Charlie threw him a kiss in the air. Honestly, those two.
Danny had been sweeter than honey and extremely patient and helpful with Funny. He appreciated it but something in the back of his head told him that he deserved as much with Danny's recent strange outbursts. Though after a couple of days of sweetness and hugs, all had been forgotten already. The bruise was practically healed and Dylan took it as a symbol of healing of their argument and the crack in their relationship. No bruises, no problems. Just love.
Danny had some bad nightmares, waking up screaming and sweating with the blood rushing in his ears. He couldn't remember what he had dreamt of but both him and Funny knew it was a product of the abuse he'd experienced. The more Danny talked about what happened to him, the more Dylan was willing to forgive him for the small shove and the argument they had before about it. Danny was healing and Dylan was guiding him through it. That was what it meant to love someone, right?
Danny expressed more of an urgence to wanting to fuck Dylan as well so he'd been practicing taking it up the back entrance a bit more. It wasn't going well so far. He just couldn't get himself to relax or loosen up. It remained painful or uncomfortable at best. It made him feel incredibly guilty for not being able to satisfy his boyfriend's needs the way he needed. He knew Danny would love to take him missionary style or doggy and Dylan could admit the idea made his skin hot. He wanted nothing more than to be able to take Danny's dick up his ass.
He had to admit it made their intimacy suffer. He'd dread going to sleep with Danny, knowing Danny would try to have sex with him and he would disappoint him again by not being able to bottom properly.
It was just so anti-climatic to tell Danny no and lie down to spoon him. It took everything away from the mood. He just got so angry with his body when it happened. He thought that maybe it would be better if he didn't pressure himself that much but telling Danny not to pressure him, would probably start an argument. Danny wasn't consciously pushing him but he still was so he'd only deny it.
Funny shrugged the stressful sex off and figured he loved Danny and Danny loved him so much he wanted him to know the fun of being able to bottom for him. Funny loved being dominated by him after all.
Dylan pulled open the fridge and sighed. Seemed like his options were beer, beer and oh, look, beer! He took one out and lifted his head in the direction of the couch. "Babe, beer?"
Danny didn't acknowledge him, continuing his conversation with Matt. Funny repeated the question. Danny threw him a glare. "I heard you the first time. No."
Funny shrugged and closed the fridge. He could see by Danny's closed posture he didn't want him to sit in his lap and there wasn't any room besides him so Dylan took a seat by Jay. He cracked open his beer and threw the cap at the kitchen, missing the designated cup nearly filled with caps. It was Dylan's first beer of the night but it definitely wasn't the first one for some of the others.
Charlie.
He meant Charlie.
Charlie was drunk.
Drunk as HELL.
How he managed to get himself this drunk was beyond any of their understanding. The guys considered the idea that maybe Charlie snuck in some vodka but quickly threw the idea out.
Why?
Because if Charlie would have obtained vodka, he would say "Hey guys! I've got vodka!".
Yeah, he wasn't that hard to figure out.
"Sometimes I wonder if Charlie drinks because it's the only time Johnny lets him do dubious stuff without blaming him", Jay wondered. Dylan laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised at this point."
Charlie threw them an insulted look over the shoulder but didn't object. Johnny huffed. "I'd let him do dubious stuff when sober, too."
"You would?"
Johnny took a second to think. "Wait… We're not talking about the same dubious stuff, are we?"
Charlie chuckled. "I don't think we are, babe."
The bunch laughed as Johnny's face turned red and he fetched himself another drink. "I'm way too sober to deal with you guys."
Charlie gave him a hand in tipping over the drink so he'd drink quicker, looking on with a smirk. "Drink, my bitch, drink."
Johnny nearly choked on that one and Charlie made a sexual choking joke in between but Jay tapped his head and said "bonk". Charlie had no idea why. It made Dylan laugh the most he had in a while. Matt joined the four of them while Danny disappeared to take a quick piss. Or something. Dylan had no idea what Danny was up to and he didn't really plan on checking.
Danny was a grown man.
He could do and go wherever he pleased and didn't need Funny's permission.
Funny smiled at their freedom while being hopelessly in love. He felt like he was living the dream in that moment. Dating the singer of his band that he could spend everyday with while being free to explore the country and perform the music he loved.
Matt dared Johnny he could empty his bottle quicker. Charlie pointed out Johnny's bottle was nearly depleted so Johnny got a new one to test Matt. He was really dense enough not to see Matt was egging on the situation between him and Charlie.
Idiots.
Johnny and Matt objected and Funny realised he said "idiots" out loud to them.
"Us idiots? Psh, watch it or I'll be feeding you and Jay booze until I can get you guys to make out in front of us", Matt threatened as Danny re-joined them. He froze at that statement and said nothing but glared in their direction.
Dylan laughed and Jay rolled his eyes.
"Isn't Dylan with Danny?" Charlie asked.
"Thanks for noticing", Danny snapped. "I'm off to bed."
Their laughter died down and Dylan followed Danny with his eyes.
"What's his problem?" Johnny asked.
Dylan shrugged. "No idea."
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