Warnings for: sexual content - the passage will be marked by ::: so it can easily be skipped over!

Chapter Thirty

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"I'm not drinking that." Danny glared at the glowing vial of liquid Randy was waving in front of him, pleading expression on the man's face. "I still remember the last time you used one of your healing things on me."

"That was burn salve and this doesn't hurt like that," Randy sighed, catching Danny by his chin and studying his eyes. It had been two days since The Incident and Randy was still cautious about his concussion coming back. "It's a replenisher."

"Like a blood replenisher?" That actually sounded pretty cool when he thought about it, but now Danny knew it was going to either hurt or taste disgusting.

"Sort of, only this one is for ghost powers. I have one for replenishing ectoplasm, but this one is for getting back energy. You've been using far too much with your healing over the last few days."

"But I don't wanna." Any attempts at escape were ruthlessly cut off when Randy scooped Danny into his lap and sat down on the nearest couch, arms locked around him. Danny couldn't even bring himself to be upset, especially when he found his tail winding around Randy's wrist out of near instinct. "I still don't wanna." He was pretty sure Andrew was trying not to laugh at him.

"Too bad you hafta," Randy teased, kissing at Danny's cheek. Danny really hoped his blush wasn't showing as much as he felt like it was. "Hey, you wanna know the best part about this mess?"

"Sure, Randy, what's the best part about me being kidnapped by Walker." Deciding that was a little harsh, Danny opened his mouth and allowed Randy to tip the vial down his throat. It actually tasted...sweet.

"Since Walker fought us and stole you on Christmas Eve, that means he was in violation of the Truce." Oh… Oh, that was great news. "Which means his punishment goes straight to the Observants. I believe Clockwork might even be helping with the trial."

"That is a very good late Christmas present," Danny grinned, laughing when Randy nuzzled at his neck. Considering how clingy Andrew had been, Danny wasn't much surprised that Randy was acting the same way. They were even clingy with each other. Although that probably had more to do with how much they had slipped back into their assassin natures, from what he had been told. "You're not going to let me go anytime soon, are you?"

"Hm, no, I don't think I am." Randy settled back on the couch, running a hand through Danny's hair and near absently combing his fingers through it. "Hey, are you going to that party your friend Sam invited you to?"

"Yeah, she wants to show her parents that she can be a 'proper socialite'. I think it's just an excuse to throw a wild house party so she can check that off her teenage rebellion list. Maybe scare people into realizing how rich she is." From where Andrew was sitting on the nearby armchair and typing, he heard a quiet snort. "She invited both of you, you know."

"That sounds like a horrible idea," Andrew frowned, looking up and shaking his head. "I have no doubt there's going to be underage drinking, and as a teacher of Casper High I cannot condone such a thing." Both Danny and Randy stared, Danny watching as Andrew tilted his head to the side. "Although, if I were to go as the boyfriend of Danny Fenton, I suppose I wouldn't really have to say anything on the issue."

"You spoil him." Looking up at Randy, Danny snuggled a bit closer, trying to look as cute as possible. "Ha, nice try, but it's not gonna work." Oh really?

Sighing quietly, Danny relaxed against Randy, letting himself slump before he was looking down towards the ground as he shrugged, "You don't have to go if you don't want to, it'd just… It'd be nice, I guess, to-"

"Stop- Just- Stop." Randy had a hand over Danny's mouth, Danny blinking in slight surprise. "I'll go. We all know I'm going to break no matter what, so let's just save ourselves the trouble of me trying to deny it."

"Now let's see, what's that American saying?" Andrew was grinning, gaze mostly on them instead of his laptop now. "Teaching an old dog new tricks?"

"It's 'you can't teach an old dog new tricks,'" Danny was struggling to keep Randy from covering his mouth again, laughing more than anything.

"Oh, well that's obviously not true. We have a prime example right here, after all."

"If you two are quite done mocking me," Randy managed to look as pretentious as Andrew for all of a few moments before he was attacking Danny's sides ruthlessly. Really, he hadn't stood a chance at the utter torture that was pushed upon him. "Isn't his laughter just adorable?"

"Very much so." It felt like hours of agony before Danny was rescued, his body still spasming as he tried to curl up and hide under Andrew's coat. "There there, mon cher, I'll protect you from the mean old wolf."

"Oh? Aren't you the one always saying how you're the older one now?" Really, tickle attacks just weren't fair when Danny was up against Randy of all people. It was too mean.

"I certainly act like it," Andrew grinned, kissing at Danny's cheek and, okay, Andy snuggles were a very good thing right now. As much as he 'complained' about being smothered by the two the last few days… Well, it certainly kept the nightmares away. That was about all he could ask for at the moment - all he could hope for. "You know, I'm surprised you aren't planning 'party outfits' for all of us right now."

"Please. You don't think I have a dozen outfits for each of us completely made and stashed away in a room somewhere? Andy, you don't give me near enough credit." Floating off the couch, Randy flew over to peck both of them on the cheek, Danny satisfied to see Andrew had a faint flush on his cheeks as well. "I'll meet you two there, though. I need to go speak with someone who wanted to contract me for a job next week."

Waiting until Randy teleported out, Danny looked up at Andrew as pathetically as he could, "It's not just me, right? He's getting worse?"

"Oh, he's getting much worse," Andrew agreed, kissing at Danny's neck and tucking him close, and, okay. Danny was just fine with this seeing as Andrew was so warm. He may have liked the cold due to his core, but nothing could beat being curled up in Andrew's arms like this. Well, maybe being curled up in Randy's arms, he supposed. "I'm waiting for the moment one of us snaps."

"He'll snap first, he's much too Randy to not, you know?" Danny decided to take the kiss as agreement, and not a way to shut him up.

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One, two, threefour, one, two, threefour, one twothreefour. Ah, Andrew was more cautious than Randy had first believed. His footsteps were too quick for the human disguises they had given themselves for the night, and the beating of his core was even quicker. Onetwothreefour, onetwothreefour, onetwofour.

Danny, at least, seemed to be okay. The teen always jumped at shadows, but it was a touch worse tonight. Being so close to his friends helped at least keep him in the moment, instead of letting his thoughts drift- Good, good, he was being kept between the two of them. They really did know the boy well, didn't they?

Ah, there was Clockwork. A crack in the very air itself, displaced energy as a world of humans tried to contain something that could in no way be understood. A sense of belonging that kept him from being noticed beyond a passing glance and yet each clock stuttered if he came too near - only for a millisecond. Only for that infinitesimal moment of time as Jazz kept pace, talking and talking and filling up the gaps in time that filled the room.

Honestly, the Master of Time and he caved so easily to the human girl he had fallen in love with. It was so easy to see. The look was one he knew very well, after all- Andrew was nervous again. Darkness ate away at the edges. It was nothing like what infected Danny and kept dragging him down, it was… It was deeper, Randy supposed. A part of him as much as it was a part of Randy. Dried, rusted edges that were worn and sharp and dug into them from what they had been raised to become- "Lost in your thoughts, again?"

"You say that as if that's something new," Randy laughed, taking the offered red cup and drinking half of it in one go. It took quite a bit of human alcohol to get ghosts anywhere near tipsy. And that wasn't counting the fact he and Andrew had high tolerances to being with. "I'm not allowed to be a wallflower?"

"Generally it means very bad things when you've stashed yourself in a corner. Either for you, or for whoever you're watching." Mm, true. Randy had been one of the most feared of their Order for a reason, after all. The Priest of Death was terrifying, yes, but White Fang had been heartless. "What's on your mind, Randy?"

"A bit of everything, I suppose." Randy hid a smile in his cup as Andrew wiggled his way between Randy and the corner wall he had been tucked against. It was so easy to let his rapid thoughts fade away when Andrew and Danny were beside him. "I noticed you aren't being very sociable either."

"Everyone here is a student of mine and Danny could use some quality time with his friends." Pausing, Andrew tilted his head. "And Clockwork and Jazz are unnerving at the best of times."

"Too true," Randy laughed, draining the rest of his cup. "You know, we should find a way to make this party a little more fun… Any ideas?"

"Well, I would have suggested destroying the building if I didn't know for a fact that Samantha would kill us in our sleep - ghostly nature be damned." It was adorable how Andrew had become fond of Danny's friends. "We can kidnap Danny and go home early?"

"Or we can have a little fun with all these tiny children who don't know what it means to really drink," Randy plucked Andrew's cup out of his hand before downing that one as well. It helped. Even a little helped drown out the constant thoughts - although he had learned the hard way that sometimes it wasn't always a good thing. "How many of them have been in drinking contests before, do you think?"

"As a teacher of Casper High I cannot condone that idea or that type of reckless behavior that would lead to students being in any type of harm or trouble." Andrew slowly grinned, Randy almost surprised to see his old braces - such a wonderful side-effect of the illusion - instead of wicked sharp teeth. "As Danny's boyfriend and Samantha's guest, however, I very much agree that something interesting needs to happen before they all get too bored."

"Perfect." Glancing around the room, Randy took in a million little details that he filed away at once. How many people, breathing counts, laughter, voices, everything that could be used as a weapon, exits, opponents- Andrew absently rubbing his cheek against his shoulder had his thoughts stuttering, Randy looking down at him before smiling. "Let's have a little fun with this, shall we?"

"Oh? And what type of fun did you have in mind?" He really didn't know, did he? Randy was aware of how much of his own behavior came from 'White Fang', but he had a feeling that Andrew was never aware of just how much he was the Priest some days.

"A way to scare the children here, mess with a few of the nastier ones, and a little bet to keep it interesting for us."

"Oh? Now I'm curious."

"I was so hoping you would be."

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Groaning as loudly as he could with such a dry mouth, Danny opened his eyes and looked around for the offending noise that was grating on his ears and making him consider homicide. When he found it to be his phone, he dragged it over and blearily stared at it before remembering how to accept the call, "Five seconds."

"Good morning to you, too. Just wanted to check that you got back to GW's alright after last night. Randy and him looked like hell after that drinking contest." Right. Sam- Aha, right, the drinking contest. That had been too much fun to watch, especially as the night went on.

"As they constantly say, French people don't get drunk. They get others drunk." A bit more awareness coming back, Danny yawned as he rubbed at his eyes. It was almost absently that he felt Andrew shift and curl around him, lips pressed to his shoulder and a sleepy greeting murmured in French. It had Danny's heart filling to the brim at the pure rightness of everything. Shame it would be a bit longer with Randy… One day. "How's Tuck?"

"Hungover." His ghost hearing picked up a quiet groan and another snort from Sam. "Definitely hungover. How's that ghost metabolism of yours doing?"

"Small headache, dry mouth, but nothing that bad, really. More just...fuzzy." Like there was cotton smothered over him, dulling everything and making it warm and relaxed. It… It was nice. He couldn't remember the last time his senses felt so tapered off and quiet. Drinking was never really his thing, but having nights like that every so often wouldn't be something he would hate, he supposed. "You?"

"I know how to hold my liquor and not overdo it, unlike half of your family. Did you see Jazz?" Thinking on it, Danny vaguely recalled the point Jazz had broken and joined a few of the drinking contests Andrew and Randy had started up. He desperately hoped he had gotten good enough pictures for blackmail because it had been wonderful.

"She ended up glued to Clockwork and I honestly wasn't sure if I was creeped out or amused." 'Glued' was phrasing it rather nicely, as far as Danny was concerned. His sister had been near hanging off of Clockwork, jabbering at him in every language she knew - as well as ones she just barely knew. It was more amusing than anything that Clockwork had ended up teaching a drunken Jazz a bit of German, looking to have been having far too much fun. Hm, he wondered where Clockwork had picked up German… Danny would think about it later. When he was more awake.

"I never really thought about Jazz and Clockwork ending up together, but they make a pretty good couple. Remind me of you and GW, actually." Danny automatically glanced to Andrew at the mention of him, lips twitching at the sight of Andrew relaxed and asleep, hair a ruffled wreck and… And…

"Holy shit." The goatee. The stupid little goatee Andrew had stuck to his face since Danny had first met him. Since before he died. It was gone. It was gone. "Oh my god. Sam, Sam, Sam-"

"Finally notice GW's shave? You really don't remember much of those last few contests, do you?" Rude. His ghost metabolism had kept him from really processing the alcohol, so he had mostly sipped from his cup and hung off of everyone he could. He did remember a drinking contest between Andrew and Randy with a few embarrassing bets attached, though. "Randy was vicious. I think I actually tolerate him, now."

"Remind me to thank him later. I've been trying to find a way to get rid of that stupid thing since we became friends years ago." Shifting in Andrew's hold, Danny turned so he could better study his mate. The man was still mostly asleep, eyelids fluttering every few moments to show he was at least aware of the noise and the fact Danny was awake.

Looking again, his hair really was as much of a wreck as Danny's usually was, and a few bags were under his eyes from the late night and heavy drinking. His cheeks were a touch flushed too - not by much, but just enough to draw Danny's attention. His goatee missing, though, that was… It was a change but it was a good one. Although there was this weird… Weird… "Did you fall back asleep? Danny, come on. I'm being dramatic in my bathrobe and sipping at an expensive drink as I think on last night's debaucheries."

"Your only debaucheries were getting Tucker drunk and forcing him to pay for the next three movie outings. And no, I'm not asleep, I'm just a bit busy." There was no way. Shifting and squirming again, Danny moved enough to extract his hand and cup Andrew's jaw, palm scraping against the stubble there. "Sammy. He has a five-o'clock shadow."

"Holy shit." Rubbing his palm against the jaw, Danny couldn't stop his grin as Andrew made a soft noise and tilted his head into the touch, what little tension there was in his body draining out of him. "Take a picture. Take a picture and send it to me-"

"No, this sight is mine and mine alone and I'm keeping it to myself for forever. Talk to you later." Not even looking away from Andrew, Danny fiddled with his phone for a moment before hanging up and tossing it aside. "Andy, you awake?"

"Vaguely," Andrew mumbled, an eye cracking open to show a dazed and content look. "Remind me to not make bets with Randy when drinking. A lesson I still haven't learned, it seems."

"I dunno, I mean, he has pretty great ideas." Lazily moving, Danny struggled for a moment before he was straddling Andrew's hips and was chest-to-chest with him, both hands now on Andrew's jaw and rubbing against the stubble. It had Andrew giving another soft noise, hands coming up to wrap themselves in Danny's night shirt. "You have stubble."

"Nice to know that's the first thing you notice in the morning." How did Andrew look hotter with stubble and a near five-o'clock shadow? Weren't you supposed to look horrible and scruffy? But no, Andrew managed to make it look hot as all hell. "Hangover?"

"Nah, just...fuzzy." There was a hum of understanding, Danny thinking Andrew vaguely mumbled something. He wasn't paying much attention to that so much as the drag of rough, prickling hair against soft palms. "Why do you have stubble?"

"Because." Yawning, and showing off sharp teeth that Danny had to resist the urge to mess with, Andrew opened his eyes and sleepily stared up at Danny with a soft, warm expression. "It's part of being a ghost, I'm afraid. A psychological aspect."

"Explain more." Because this was interesting, for one thing, and for another, Andrew's voice when it was rough from sleep and thick in his accent… It was making Danny have some very nice thoughts.

"When we die, our ghost forms look how we want to look, or play off of our fears and wants. I died with the goatee, so it stayed in my ghost form. When Randy shaved it, my brain had the automatic processing thought of what happens when I shave. Which means stubble in the morning. I used to shave all the time when I was in college. I only had the goatee because I didn't have much time to shave during finals when I died."

"You look so much older." That got a quiet chuckle, Andrew's hands moving to loosely wrap around Danny's wrists as he relaxed into the touches. "Like- Like not old old, but like, college undergraduate hot as hell old."

"Mhm." And this was even nicer. Warm, fuzzy mornings were all well and good, but a warm, fuzzy Andrew who was so soft and compliant was like a late Christmas present that Danny hadn't even known he had wanted. "So, basically, shaving means stubble. It'll probably be like this all the time unless I start shaving again-"

"Don't." Bending down, Danny cut off Andrew's next words with a kiss. Well, it was less of a kiss and more of Danny just being unable to keep his hands off of Andrew any longer. It didn't seem Andrew much minded, hands moving to slip under Danny's shirt and rest on his bare back. The contrasting warmth of his own chill skin was so nice. "You… Just don't shave for a while. Or ever."

"I'd rather not look like a scruffed up vagabond off the street when I go in to teach," Andrew mumbled, shivering as Danny's kisses started trailing across his jaw. It was so new- Was this how Andrew felt when Danny got his new glasses?

"Trust me, everyone else will agree with me." Half of Casper High already thought Andrew was hot, and he was pretty sure there was a fanclub or two skulking around. Not that Danny had tried to join, or anything. "Just...keep this for a few days? For me?"

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"That's cheating," Andrew huffed, breath falling short when Danny pressed teeth against his throat, biting down on the soft flesh and unable to resist a noise at the taste. Andrew tasted like something sweet, and heady, a taste that went straight to Danny's head and had him lost faster than anything else. "A-Ah- Danny."

Playing and sucking at the skin, Danny finally let his hands wander from Andrew's jaw to other places, cooling down the heated skin he skimmed across and reveling in the returning touches and squirms. "Mhm?"

"Now you're just being cruel on purpose." Andrew did nothing to stop him, however, only pressing Danny closer to him and moving in just the right way to have their lower halves brushing and rubbing against each other. Mouth falling open in a pant, the moan Danny felt slip out of him was silenced by Andrew jerking him up into a kiss. The position was awkward for a moment as they bumped noses, a laugh escaping from one of them - Danny wasn't quite sure who - before they adjusted and pressed closer and oh. Feeling Andrew's stubble with their faces pressed together was interesting. "Hold on, hold on."

Pouting at being pushed away, Danny blinked as Andrew cupped his face and drew him back in, rubbing his cheeks against Danny's with a quiet purr. The prickly feeling of stubble scraping his skin rushed over him, Danny shuddering and making a soft noise that became stuck in his throat. When he looked back down at Andrew, the man was grinning proudly and- No. No. "You… Did you just beard burn me?" The laugh was answer enough, Danny huffing and pushing Andrew back down, pinning him to the bed before ruthlessly going for his sides with his fingers. The laughs only got louder, Andrew squirming and moving against him breathlessly, cheeks flushing.

It really shouldn't have made Danny even more aroused. It really, really shouldn't have, but… There was just something about a relaxed, happy Andrew that made him want. That made him want to spend hours smothering the man in kisses and attention, moving together with breathless little laughter and moans. It… "And just what are you thinking of, mon cher?"

Andrew had managed to grasp Danny's wrists to stop him, smile still wide and cheeks still flushed as he leaned up to kiss at the cheeks Danny was certain was red. "Mm… Just how much I love you, I guess."

"I have similar thoughts about you," Andrew smiled, rolling his hips up against Danny's, hardening cocks brushing and causing Danny to let out a breathless sigh as he pushed back. "Good morning, so far?"

"It could definitely be better," Danny mused, bending back down to kiss Andrew on his lips. His nose. His forehead. His cheeks. His cute stubble. Everywhere he could kiss, he did. It was almost absently he realized Andrew was tugging at his shirt and pulling it up, slipping it over his head when he pulled back for a short moment. "No phasing?"

"No. I like this." It was awkward, Danny shifting his weight from one arm to the other as Andrew helped maneuver him out of his shirt. It was silly, and ridiculous, and it had Danny grinning widely as he immediately cupped Andrew's cheeks to kiss him again and again. As he did so, he felt fingers trace against the seam of his hip before slipping down into the crease of his leg, brushing up against his cock, a low groan leaving him at the sensation. "Keep going?"

"Please." That was all it really took to have Andrew flipping them around, a grunt leaving Danny at the impact of his back and head hitting their mattress. Looking up, he saw Andrew looking a little contrite, small smile twitching on his lips.

"Hi." God, he was so in love with this man. Grinning like an absolutely idiot, Danny pulled Andrew down for another kiss, this one warm and soft and as languid as the morning they had woken up on.

"Hi." It started to blur, then. Articles of clothing were pushed and tugged off one by one - slowly, and lazily, as if savoring the moment. Heated touches became almost playful, quick little tickles slipped in every so often that had one, or both, of them giggling.

It became less blurry when Danny felt soft kisses pressed to his shoulder, Andrew's fingers massaging around his entrance with cold lube that he had slipped out when Danny wasn't paying attention. The sensation had him torn between gasping, mewling, and purring, legs spreading open wider as he felt the tip of one finger gently push in. "I swear to God if you spend the next few hours teasing me-"

"It's not teasing if I always deliver." The laugh was quiet and deep, the sensation near shooting through Danny as he felt teeth against his shoulder, and then an arm wrapping around him from behind as a hand buried itself into his hair. Sighing, Danny tightened his arms around Andrew's neck, pulling him closer.

There was a soft chuckle, Andrew finally working a finger inside of Danny, moving it in an out at a pleasant, relaxing pace. Sure sex was rough and fast and brilliant between them a lot of times, but Danny really, really loved times like this, as well. When it was slow and relaxed and he could really focus and appreciate the drag of Andrew's fingers pushing and dragging against the inside of him.

Shifting to press back a little, Danny gave another soft sigh as he pressed kisses to the side of Andrew's face. He wasn't sure how long it was before he realized three fingers had been worked into him, the pads of Andrew's fingers pushing and pulling and pressing inside of him, driving him near mad as it got to be more and more. "Keep going?"

"God, yes." Shifting to press back again, Danny bit his lip sharply at feeling the fingers brush a particularly sensitive spot. There must have been a reaction to clue Andrew in as to what happened since Danny felt Andrew mercilessly tease and play with the spot. "Andy… Andy, 'm not gonna- Want more."

"Okay." Andrew paired his answer with a little kiss to Danny's lips, pulling his fingers out and pushing himself up on his knees. Danny watched him, feeling how flushed he was. It probably became worse when he saw the tip of Andrew's cock - shining with lube - pressed against him, teasing once again. "Deep breath, mon cher."

Taking a deep breath in, Danny jerked at feeling Andrew slide into him in one smooth motion. He only just muffled himself by biting Andrew's shoulder, a hint of his fangs coming out if the overly sweet taste in his mouth was anything to go by. "Easy, mon cher, easy. It's alright, darling, it's alright, I have you."

Andrew was curled over him, one hand bracing his weight and the other buried in Danny's hair. He was making small rocking motions inside of him, Danny so very aware of how full he felt. At how amazing he felt. It was almost on instinct that he relaxed bit by bit, the rocking motions getting longer, and more forceful. "Andy." Danny wasn't sure if he was begging, complaining, asking, or just saying his mate's name because he could. Whatever meaning was in there, Andrew seemed to spot it, expression becoming soft and light as he bent down to draw Danny into a soft kiss. "Andy, move."

"So needy." The laugh was warm and fuzzy. Soft around the edges, and near blurred. It washed over Danny and enveloped him in cotton. He was aware of the nails brushing against his scalp, taking the utmost care to not pierce. Of teeth and a tongue licking and brushing across his skin, small marks that he knew Andrew would kiss at later. Warm hands that kept him together, kept him going. It felt so good, and Danny didn't even try to stop himself as he pushed back up towards Andrew to meet his thrust, the man groaning low in this throat at the feeling. "Don't stop."

"Now who's needy?" Peeking an eye open, he saw Andrew was flushed in his entire face and chest, eyes dilated and shining a brilliant purple as he moved into Danny, picking up the speed. His eyes were dazed yet focused. Focused on nothing else but Danny.

"You're such a brat," Andrew laughed, voice breathless as he shifted, angling his hips to get more of a reach. It worked, since he thrust in just the right way to have Danny near arching off the bed. "Oh? I think you liked that."

"Bastard." It was Danny's turn to laugh as lips pressed against his neck in a fluttering, near ticklish kiss. "Keep going?"

"Always." It seemed Danny only kept relaxing more and more instead of tensing. He could feel his orgasm approaching, pleasure building inside of him, but it was less… It was less frantic, this time around, and more like it was rising to meet him, instead of overtaking him.

"Andy." The word was a prayer, a plea, a hope, and an answer all in one. It was everything. Everything important that needed to be said. He felt Andrew's hand wrap around his aching member, touch gentle and reverent and all too much.

He was falling apart at once, moan low in his throat as the heightening pleasure rushed over him, drowning him in waves as he went lax under Andrew. Still feeling the man moving inside of him, breath coming out in pants and body tensing, Danny lazily reached up to Andrew and brushed their lips together, "Come for me, mon ange?"

That was all it took to have Andrew giving one last thrust and clutching him close, moaning Danny's name as if it was everything. Shuddering at the feeling, Danny gently stroked Andrew's hair, laughing as he all but collapsed on top of him. "Shu' up. Comfy."

"And you're heavy," Danny hummed, shivering and squirming as he felt Andrew move enough to slip out of him. Throwing his arm to the side, he grasped a shirt before bringing it over to wipe them off a little.

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"'S my shirt," Andrew complained, humming at the treatment before cupping Danny's cheek and pulling him into a kiss. "Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime aussi," Danny grinned, dropping the shirt off the side of the bed and rolling over to curl back up in Andrew's arms, not a tense spot in his body. "Sleep in?"

"Fuck yes." Really, Danny couldn't stop his snort of laughter if he had tried. It was just… Danny loved these moments. Being wrapped up in Andrew and watching him be himself instead of the adult he spent so long as. "Although you might need to convince me not to shave a bit more."

"Mm, I think I'm up for the challenge." Kissing at Andrew's cheek, Danny let himself relax in Andrew's arms, sighing as he felt a hand card through his hair. "I don't think I have words to really explain to you how much I love you."

"You don't need them." Andrew tilted him up for another kiss, words soft and consuming. "I already know."

And yeah… Danny could stand for more mornings like this one.