Cheat: Part 2

Danny sat in the locker room, his back against the locker, clutching his head in his hands, repeatedly banging the back of his skull against the metal doors. He was humiliated, hated and out-ed. And try as he might he couldn't stop the memory running through his head.

After Stella had had a go at him Danny had traipsed back to the lab, attempting to bully himself into telling Lindsey what was going on. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not that day, not the next day or the day after that. Instead, he either spent his time off still in the lab or at a gay bar called Chuckle's, going back to any guy's bed or sometimes, just going to the bar toilets. One night he managed to get off work a little earlier and wandered down to Chuckle's, not the classiest of bars in Manhattan, but the only place Danny really felt like going. As he dragged himself through the rainbow festooned doorway he glanced around, just to see…He wasn't here. Danny sighed and considered leaving, what was he doing here anyway? After the one sided conversation with Stella why was he doing exactly the opposite of what he should be doing? Danny reasoned with himself that he would have a good night here, so that tomorrow morning he could explain everything to Lindsey. The thought of explaining it all, especially taking into account the way she was treating Sheldon at the moment, was nauseating. Danny groaned and made his way over to the bar where he immediately slumped over the sticky worktop. He felt a hand ruffle his hair.

"Danny?"

Danny raised his head and leant on his elbow, looking up at the kindly barman who smiled and ruffled his hair again.

"You look like a dog who lost a bone." Freddy remarked in his Utah drawl.

"Just get me a beer."

"Any beer?"

"Any beer, so long as it's alcoholic." Danny retorted. Freddy turned away with his hands held up in mock defence and proceeded to pour out a beer for him. He set it on the table and as Danny reached for his wallet shook his head.

"Nah, you look so down, it's on me."

Danny managed a small smile as Freddy kissed the top of his head affectionately, then moved off to serve another customer. Danny looked around as he sipped his beer. It wasn't so rowdy tonight, but then again, it wasn't Drag Night, or Karaoke Night. Thank god. Danny took off his jacket and put it across his lap. All of a sudden he was aware of a chest inside a very tight t-shirt being thrust into his peripheral vision.

"Hey gorgeous," Danny looked up at the slender blonde beside him. "buy me a drink?"

"Isn't it a school night?" Danny replied icily, pointedly not looking at the young boy.

"Hah hah," the boy leaned his elbows on the bar so his arse was sticking out. "I'll have a-"

"Buy your own drink." Danny snapped and got off the stool to find somewhere away from all the young boys looking for a sugar daddy. He settled himself by a table in the corner and leant his head against the wall and groaned. He groaned again when he felt someone sit next to him. He was about to tell them to fuck off when they spoke;

"Seems like you're always drinking alone." said a deep Bronx accent. Danny's eyes opened immediately and he turned to the muscle bound African American who had short dreadlocks tied back into a low ponytail. For the first time in a week Danny smiled genuinely. The man put his hand beneath Danny's chin and drew him in for a kiss, gentle but firm, his big lips completely covering Danny's. They broke apart and Danny breathed a sigh of joy. "Did you miss me Mr Messer?" the man murmured into Danny's hair. Danny's hands slid up the man's wide chest, wishing he could take the t shirt off right here in the bar.

"Oh I always miss you Tyron…" Danny whispered back, grinning, giving Tyron a quick kiss on his neck. Tyron slid his other hand up Danny's thigh and teasingly stroked Danny's crotch, drawing a little moan from Danny. "Tyron…" Danny couldn't say how agonising the weeks without Tyron were, when he had to sleep with just any guy, when Tyron wasn't there to take him to heaven. His heart was beating faster and faster as Tyron slipped his hand up Danny's shirt, gently caressing Danny's toned stomach, playing with Danny's belly button, making Danny giggle like a ten year old. Danny pushed his thigh between Tyron's, and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, catching those big lips in his own as Tyron squeezed Danny's arse.

"Come on baby," he whispered to Danny, "let's find somewhere more private…"

That was the good part of the memory, seeing Tyron again after god knew how long. Danny had hoped Tyron would never realise that Danny felt more for him than he protested. Well, he definitely wouldn't now. Danny leant back against the lockers and groaned, his hands over his eyes as the next memory sprang forward, unbidden.

"Oh Tyron…oh…" Yes, oh god yes this was how it was supposed to be, Danny on his back with Tyron moving steadily in and out, Danny's legs hooked over Tyron's broad shoulders. Danny clutched the pillow, gasping as Tyron moved deeper. Tyron kissed Danny's throat, then kissed his way down to Danny's nipples, already erect from previous attention, without breaking rhythm. Tyron teased Danny's nipple with his tongue as he gradually thrust faster. "Oh yes! Yes!" after so many weeks of average sex, it was so good to feel Tyron inside him again. As Tyron sped up he returned his mouth to Danny's and reached down between them, taking Danny's penis in his hand and stroking in rhythm as Danny thrust his hips up to meet Tyron's. Danny could feel himself coming close to edge, he wrapped his arms around Tyron's neck and clutched his hair.

"Oh Danny, oh yeah…" It was as they both orgasmed intensely that someone else screamed.

Fucking Lindsey. Fucking fucking Lindsey. Why did she have to choose that day to come home early? Danny felt like crying as he asked himself why did he have to choose that day of all days to bring Tyron home? After that everything fell apart. Lindsey was furious, she was crying, Lucy started crying, Tyron left, fed up with all the drama surrounding Danny's life and Danny was left trying to find some way of justifying what he'd done. Only of course, there was no justification to be had. Lindsey had screamed at him through her tears to get out. Danny had left as quickly as possible and spent the rest of the night trying to concentrate on work at the lab. When the others arrived in the morning, Mac treated him coldly, Stella yelled at him, close to tears, and then took the chance to insult him every time she saw him. Don wouldn't speak to him, Adam had told him nervously that he was afraid to talk to Danny in case he lost Lindsey as a friend and Sid had shaken his head pityingly at him. Danny hadn't seen Sheldon yet, but he was the last person he wanted to see, knowing how disappointed and shocked and betrayed Sheldon would feel, just how Don was feeling now, only it would be a hundred times worse on Sheldon's gentle face. Danny shook with anger at himself, pulling savagely at his hair.