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Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash pairing

Summary: Jake is a busy man running the kitchen at the restaurant he, his younger brother Sam, and his brother’s best friend Danny all work at. He doesn’t have the time to meet new people let alone date, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let his needs go unmet.

Warnings and tags: you should know me by now only 18+!!!, sexual content, M/M sex, slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, drinking, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU, I probably missed something so if I did let me know

The title is taken from a Sleep Token song so if you’re interested you can give it a listen while you read

Word count: 6.4k

“Someone please for the love of fucksake get me a dry towel!” Jake yelled after nearly burning his hand from picking up the heated handle of a pan some dumbass had positioned towards a burner instead of away. Everyone knew you weren’t supposed to move hot pans with wet towels. He didn’t expect the towel on the counter next to it to be saturated in whatever liquid it had been used to clean up then carelessly discarded right next to the stove.

Fucking amateurs, he worked with a bunch of fucking amateurs.

Jake was the sous-chef now, having just recently risen in the ranks of the kitchen after proving himself a worthy prospect the fateful weekend the previous sous walked out and abandoned them in the middle of a rush.

The majority of the staff were frozen in place, unsure of how to regroup and delegate without a leader telling them what to do. Not that the previous was ever very organized and leaderly to begin with.

He hadn’t been trying or expecting to earn a promotion. More like after working so many years in the kitchen of his family’s restaurant back at home had just made him naturally good at understanding what to do to make the line flow seamlessly and efficiently.

So he took control for the night, then the next night, and before he could say otherwise the kitchen manager was announcing him as the new sous by the end of the weekend.

Some of his coworkers were not happy about the news since Jake was young and hadn't been there as long as a few others who would have been in the running had they taken any initiative when it really mattered. Jake didn’t care though, sous-chef or not he was all or nothing in the kitchen. A real force to be reckoned with, and despite the couple that doubted him he had just as many if not turned more into his corner after showing his chops and getting things back in order. Maybe even better than before if he did say so himself.

It was just past midnight, 1am creeping up quickly when Jake was finally finishing up cleaning after the dinner rush. He was always the first to arrive at the kitchen, managing the prep for the night's menu and making sure all his kitchen staff showed up to work on time and sober. Well at least sober enough to not lose any appendages while wielding a knife.

He was also always the last to leave, taking a moment to himself to eat something while he waited for the restaurant manager to close since someone had to witness the cash being deposited into the safe.

“The fuck are you still doing here?” Jake’s bones nearly jumped out of his body at the sight of a tall and lanky figure stepping out of the shadows after he locked up the back door.

“Waiting for you” Sam replied with an amused laugh at the sight of startling his older brother.

Jake pressed past him, gripping the strap of his bag that held his notebook and his food-stained dirty jacket to be tossed in the wash when he got home. “Why?” He called backwards when Sam kept following him.

“I told Josh I’d help him set up for the party tomorrow night. Savanna ordered a few extra bottles at distributor price and they got delivered today so I’m going to drop them off at your place”.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Sam. She can get in trouble for that!” He scolded him. He wasn’t necessarily mad at Sam, because that sounded exactly like something he would do without thinking about the repercussions, but Savanna, he expected her to know better and not let Sam’s bad influence rub off on her so easily.

“Don’t worry” Sam sighed, annoyed already by Jake's tone. “I paid her for them, it’s not like they’re losing any money”.

“Yeah, only the taxes they have to pay on those extra bottles” he quipped back actually pissing Sam off because well he didn’t think about that and he didn’t like being proven wrong.

“Yeah, whatever, it was a one time deal. Won’t happen again, sir” he drew the last word out, picking fun at the way Jake’s head chef had come in and demanded everyone start referring to him as Sir now. He wouldn’t admit it outloud, especially to his brother, but he quite liked it.

Jake started working at the restaurant straight out of culinary school. A little over two years ago now whether he believed it or not.

He was the first to graduate, having chosen an easier academic path than his brothers. Josh had just graduated next, having taken him one year longer to receive his bachelor's degree in fine arts and filmmaking.

It was a tedious search to find an area that benefited both Jake and Josh's dreams, culinary arts and film. Neither of them were ready to part after highschool, but eventually they found what they were looking for in Nashville. They made the move expecting to grow used to being out on their own but only a couple years later Sam and his best friend followed them out here.

After Sam’s first year of college Jake decided he had gotten enough partying in and got him a job at the restaurant so he could keep an eye on him.

At first Sam was just a waiter, but he hated that. Being quick to an attitude and having a loose tongue were not favorable attributes for the position. He was constantly getting in arguments with the guests.

Just when Jake thought Sam would be fired he got moved into the position as bartender. The role fit Sam’s set of skills far better, Sam being a genius mixologist since before he was even legal to consume.

Then Jake found out that Sam and the bar manager were hooking up. Savanna didn’t strike him as Sam’s usual type, but who was he to get in the way of his brother’s needs.

“You got tomorrow night off right?” Sam questioned as he followed Jake to his car, helping himself to placing his bags and bottles into the backseat before climbing in up front.

Jake didn’t reply. Of course he’d gotten the night off, Josh would literally kill him if he missed it, but he was dreading it nonetheless.

It was Josh’s going away party. Now that he’d graduated he was moving to New York to start working on a few sets. He had impressed one of his professors that was still in touch with a few influential people on Broadway, giving Josh a recommendation and ultimately a test run at a job the summer right after graduation. It wasn’t film, Josh was excited to be getting started somewhere.

Although Jake was more than proud of his twin, the idea of living alone for the first time half way across the US from his other half made him sick to his stomach.

Before leaving Josh decided he wanted to host a party. He convinced Jake to agree to have it at their place since it was a central location. He had invited quite a few friends from school and Sam turned around and invited people from the restaurant against Jake's wishes.

When Sam asked him why he was so pissed off he had invited their ‘friends’ Jake merely rolled his eyes. He saw those people nearly six days a week. Home was his escape from work and he did not want to see any of them there. Well, all but one.

Then there was Danny.

Jake was very familiar with Danny. Having also grown up with him in Michigan. He was Sam’s childhood and still best friend who followed Sam follow his brothers to Nashville.

When he first heard that Danny was coming with Sam Jake was shocked. He knew the two of them had been close in highschool, but to leave home together, there had to be a deeper reason.

Then the pieces started to fit the more Jake observed him. Sam got Danny his old waiter position when he became a bartender. Stating it was just easier for them to work together than separately since they were coming from the same school and to the same apartment.

Danny and Jake were a lot alike compared to their counterparts. Sam and Josh were both chaotic and high energy. While Danny and Jake were overall more reserved and soft spoken.

The four of them were like chess pieces on opposite sides of the board. Josh was the king. The most protected piece, able to take a step in any direction, but always having to watch where he went. He was the oldest, by five minutes mind you, but he still took that very seriously. Always striving to be one worth looking up to.

Sam, whether he liked it or not, was the queen. Also able to move very freely. Being the youngest he had the world in the palm of his hand.

Jake and Danny were both knights, the king's knight and the queen's knight. They were restricted in their movements, constantly fighting and sacrificing themselves for the benefit of those most important to them.

Jake was bound by his dream, wanting to follow in his fathers footsteps. Although their dad never went through culinary school, he managed to open and run a successful restaurant back in their hometown, all while juggling raising three boys.

The three of them grew up in that restaurant, feeling obligated to put in some work when they were able to give back to their parents. It was never a chore for Jake though. He loved cooking, and just about the time he realized he was good at it, so did his father, having been the one to convince him to go to school.

The plan had always been to go back home and take over, but after graduating he realized he had developed a taste for the finer variety of the culinary world. The restaurant he worked in was much nicer than the family restaurant. Not that he wasn’t proud of where he came from. The demographic for restaurants in Michigan and the ever growing Nashville just called for different atmospheres.

Danny was bound by love. Jake knew Danny was in love with his younger brother. It was written all over the boy's face the way he stared longingly at his best friend when he thought no one was paying attention. He didn’t know if Sam knew Danny was in love with him. He hadn’t figured that one out for sure yet, but if he had to guess the way Sam heedlessly brought Savanna over to their shared apartment, the answer would be no.

Jake pulled into his parking spot in front of his apartment, waiting for Sam to gather all his things before locking the car.

Sam had a key, but his hands were too full to dig it out so Jake let them in instead.

“You crashing here tonight then?” Jake grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge to take back to his room with him, tossing one in his brother's direction. If the party was going to be anything like what Sam had been hyping up, then they both needed to start hydrating now.

“Yeah, Danny will be over tomorrow afternoon to help” Sam opened his water and downed about half of it before jumping onto the couch where he planned to make himself comfy for the rest of the night.

“Great, can’t wait”.

“Are we already out of the booze?” Jake groaned while shifting through the empty glass bottles on their counter top.

“Not by a long shot brother” Josh called him out of the kitchen and into the small laundry room. He lifted the lid to the washer and revealed it had been filled to the brim with ice, multiple cans of beer and more liquor stashed inside. “Didn’t have enough counter space” he grinned.

“Clever” Jake shook his head in disbelief but also thoroughly entertained by his brothers’ resourcefulness.

After retrieving a bottle he mixed a strong drink before braving returning to the living room.

Jake had been buzzed since before people started showing up, holding out on getting completely shit faced for his brother’s sake.

Josh introduced him to a few of his close classmates, each one being shocked to find out that Josh was indeed a twin. Jake put up an easy going front, but he was getting burnt out quickly. Tonight was his first night off in over a week and it was going to be his only night off this one. It was a bitch to get this night specifically off, having traded a few days and come in extra to make up for it. Of course Danny, Sam, and Savanna had also worked it out to come, so Jake couldn’t help but wonder how the place was doing without all of them.

“Think the dinner rush is going smoothly?” Someone who was reading his mind muttered from closely behind him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Don’t sneak up on me, you know I scare easily” Jake spoke quietly back to Danny. He didn’t know why he felt the need to converse with him in a hushed tone when everyone else in the house was practically yelling at each other over the music. “Result of growing up with brothers who constantly played pranks on each other”.

“I remember,” Danny chucked, stepping up to stand next to Jake now instead of behind him “sorry”. he didn’t need to apologize, but the effort was still nice. “Are you enjoying the party?”

Jake sighed, letting his facade drop for the first time tonight. For Josh he had to be strong, Sam had done well in steering clear of him, but this was just Danny. “Honestly? I’m exhausted. There’s a dozen things I’d rather be doing with my day off”.

“I understand” Danny so easily responded. Although Jake knew Danny could get wild especially when getting into a mess with Sam, he retreated into a shell in big crowds of people he didn’t know as well as he did Jake and his brothers. He’d likely been masking all night too and was also relieved to be talking to just Jake.

Jake’s eyes kept scanning the room, watching Josh bounce around from group to group constantly making sure his guests were being entertained. If anyone was going to be exhausted by the end of the night it was going to be him, but for now he was feeding off the energy. Then his gaze found Sam, hand propped up against the wall as he leaned in towards his date, a pink flush in his face from his drink signifying he’d already had too much. He leaned over and whispered something into Savanna’s ear, making her blush even darker and giggle. In his peripheral he could see that Danny was also watching the exchange between Sam and his girl.

An idea hatched in his fuzzy brain, taking a large gulp of his cup for the courage to follow through with it. “Like I’d much rather be getting laid right now. Too bad the only one who looks like they're getting any around here is Sam”.

Jake knew he would get a rise out of Danny, he could see it in the way his grip was tightening around his cup. He did not expect Danny to say what he did though, and it was very intriguing.

“Jake, you could sleep with anyone you wanted to in this room” Danny nearly scoffed. He was getting riled up as Sam was now openly planting kisses down Savanna’s neck. He tore his eyes from them and looked down at Jake intently watching him in return.

“Like you?” Jake pressed, smirking when Danny’s jaw fell.

Jake had dabbled with both sex, never bothering labeling himself rather just letting himself experience every beautiful corner of sexuality his heart desired without too much thought. Some people, however, were off limits. On any other night his younger brother's best friend was definitely off limits.

As soon as he poured that last drink Jake knew he could kiss being sober goodbye, but what his drunken state was allowing him to do was none of his sober self’s business. It wasn’t a lie when he said he’d much rather be getting laid right now. The joke was that ever since he’d become aware of Danny’s secret little crush, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

“Jake, I-” Danny was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, not able to form a coherent sentence for everything that was running through his head right now.

“I’m going to make up an excuse to say goodnight to Josh so he’s not looking for me. You remember which one is my room right?”

Danny stayed silent, eyes flickering around to see if anyone was watching them have this shameful conversation, which no one was, then simply nodded his head.

Jake did just as he said, finishing his drink and pretending to be absolutely plastered as he approached his twin.

Danny watched, a smile fighting its way onto his face as Josh attempted offering to help Jake up the stairs, but Jake managed to convince him he could do it. With success, he turned around to send Danny a wink before trekking up and disappearing onto the second floor.

Danny made a stop by the kitchen, grabbing another plastic cup from the open package and filling it along with his before slipping away from the party.

He thought about knocking, but he had a cup in each hand now. His heart was pounding as he stood at the door, debating if he should just turn around and go back downstairs and deal with Jake being upset with him later.

Before he had too much time to think about it, the door opened and Jake was standing there having stripped down to only his boxers.

“Were you just going to stand there like a big idiot all night?” Jake had a permanent smirk on his face, making Danny question even further if this was a good idea or not.

Despite his better judgment he stepped inside, Jake shutting and locking the door behind him.

Danny’s eyes immediately went to his bed. It was large and dressed in deep red sheets with a matching duvet, taking up most of the room centered on the far wall. The headboard had built-in shallow shelves, just enough to fit a few books and some other various nicknacks.

He turned around to face Jake now, thrusting the extra cup into his chest until he took it from him.

“Thanks” Jake chuckled, making Danny’s blood rush at the sound mixed with the sight of his smooth chest barely rising and falling with the breaths it took to do so. He took a sip of the drink, actually wincing at the taste. “Damn Danny, you trying to actually get me plastered? Or do you just have to be that drunk to sleep with me?”

“Hmm?” Danny still hadn’t found his words yet, taking a drink of his cup as well to see he had mixed them really strong, but by complete accident. “No, it’s just-”

Jake cut him off again, his nerves making him talkative whereas it made Danny speechless. “Look, you don’t have to do this. It’s just I haven’t gotten any in a long time. You know what it’s like at work, I don’t have time to be trying to meet people. We know and trust each other, so it’s just convenient if we can help each other out with this”.

Jake took Danny’s cup from him and placed the both of them down onto the desk in the corner, moving slowly so Danny could think about what he’d said.

“How did you know?” Danny finally managed to speak up, but Jake didn’t understand exactly what he was trying to get at. “How did you know I’m into guys?”

If Jake was in his right mind then maybe he could have come up with something to say, but instead the truth came sliding out. “Because I know you’re in love with Sam”.

Well if that wasn’t a mood killer then he didn’t know what was.

Again, Danny was shocked into silence. He wanted to deny it, but knowing Jake as long as he had he actually felt a little relieved that someone knew his secret. Someone who he was also close with and knew would keep it quiet until he was finally ready to tell. If he was ever ready to tell.

“Don’t worry, this doesn’t have to mean anything” Jake tried to salvage this energy between them. He’d gone as far as to get Danny up into his room, and he would be damned if they backed out now. (Well actually if Danny said he felt uncomfortable or decided he actually didn’t want to then of course Jake would back off, but until then he was going to try to keep pressing forward).

“We’re both adults now, with needs” Jake started back over towards Danny, maintaining an intense eye contact as he carefully approached. “Needs that can easily be satiated tonight”. He reached over and placed his hands on either side of Danny’s waist, putting solid pressure in each of his fingertips.

Danny’s form was stiff underneath his touch, but was quickly softening as Jake tugged at him to move forward. Once he broke free of the imaginary roots holding his legs in place, Danny stepped forward, letting their lower bodies press together. Jake slid one hand up his still clothed torso, trailing it around his shoulder and burying it into the hair at the nape of his neck. “You have needs don’t you Danny?”

Danny shuddered at the feeling of Jake's fingers massaging his scalp, allowing himself to reach over and cup Jake's flushed face in his large hands. “Yes, I do” he sighed heavily, his warm sweet breath tickling Jake's cheeks with how close they were, but something was still holding him back.

“Besides, I do look somewhat like Sam. You can pretend I’m him, I don’t mind. Just for tonight”. With that Jake pulled Danny down into a heated kiss.

All of the force was in Jake's lips, but Danny reciprocated the kiss just with more hesitancy.

He already felt himself slipping away, the allure of Danny becoming stronger the closer he allowed himself to get. His lips parted ever so slightly, not enough for Jake to get his tongue inside, but enough for him to slit his lips in between. He took Danny’s bottom lip between his, now able to taste him, the warmth and bitterness of his drink still so fresh. Jake nibbled on Danny’s bottom lip before letting him go to take a step back and gauge his reaction.

“If we are going to do this then I need to know you want to. There can’t be any weirdness between us after this. We still have to work together, be around each other, and act like nothing has changed between us”.

Jake spoke with certainty, or at least he was doing a very good job at reassuring him that he was. In reality he was just as hesitant and nervous as Danny was. He did hope this would change something between them. Jake was determined to rock Danny’s world tonight. To treat him both as gently and as rough as a man like Danny deserved so he’d have no choice but to come crawling back to Jake for more.

Even if Danny couldn’t love Jake the way he loved Sam, at least Jake would have this. At the end of the night, he hoped that it would be enough.

Danny pulled Jake back against him, letting his head fall onto his shoulder, his curly hair tickling Jake's jaw, and just held him there for a moment.

Jake had to concentrate on standing still. Sure he had been this close to him before, they’d had their fair share of friendly hugs over the years. He’d never given him a hug with a half hard-on though.

Their hugs usually only lasted a short while, but Danny wasn’t breaking contact as he fought to think of a reason not to indulge. A real reason besides the obvious one. That if Sam ever found out he’d be furious with the both of them.

Danny turned his face in towards Jake's neck and let his lips brush over the sensitive raised skin there, finally admitting “I want to”.

He placed a kiss there, then higher up on his neck, his jaw, his cheek, until his lips landed back on Jake’s to seal the deal.

Something seemed to snap inside Danny, he let go of whatever last bit of reservations he had and really let himself succumb to the darkness within himself.

He’d always noticed this siren-like allure Jake had. He was appealing to put it simply, the way he played to his strengths without boasting about his accomplishments. Not very many men could keep themselves humble, but Jake never even wavered in his standards even as he took control.

Without letting his lips leave Danny’s again Jake mumbled “let’s go to the bed then. Unless you want me to tackle you to the floor?”

He felt Danny’s lips curl into a smile just before he gripped Jake's hips and spun them around. Backing him up through his room until Jake's legs hit the edge of his bed. Jake fell backwards into its embrace, curling his fingers around the collar of Danny’s sweater and pulling him down on top of him in the same motion.

With his feet still on the ground in front of the bed, Danny was bent over above him. One hand firmly planted on the bed next to his head and the other was roaming the expanse of bare skin on Jake's side, stopping every few inches to grip and squeeze then moving on as he deepened the kiss. Jake wasn’t expecting this position so soon, but it wasn’t a bother, he knew he could still take back control even from this angle.

Jake parted his lips now, a wide invitation that Danny graciously accepted, diving his tongue inside for his own taste.

With Danny distracted in exploring his mouth, Jake took the initiative to test taking it to the next step by wrapping one of his legs around Danny’s hips. His calf came to settle on the swell of Danny’s ass, and he leveraged himself up so that their fronts could grind together.

Danny let out a sound that wasn’t quite a moan yet, more like a stifled plea for more. Then his hand left Jake’s side, moving lower to gather his other leg and pull it around his hip as well before bucking back harder into Jake.

They were both fully hard now, rutting their erections on each other through their clothes like a couple of horny teenagers just trying to prove how turned on they were right now.

Jake was trying to remain patient, but now that Danny had reciprocated his desire, it was becoming harder (literally harder) to not lose his cool.

Despite how badly he wanted Danny right now, whatever way and in whatever position he would give it to him, Jake didn’t know the extent of Danny’s sexual history or if he’d ever been with another guy before.

He’d already accepted coming into this that he’d have to be the one to keep them focused and make sure enough prep had been done before things got too far.

They both needed a breath, so Jake pulled away first. “I sure hope your idea of getting laid doesn’t include staying completely dressed” he teased.

Danny stood back up, letting Jake's knees fall to the side onto the bed and worked at his belt buckle. As soon as he got the belt undone the button and zipper was next, undoing the both to allow a little more room for himself.

Jake wanted to complain when Danny abandoned what he was doing at his hips but quickly became appeased again when he reached up to instead lift his sweater off revealing a more toned torso than he remembered.

He had to bite his lips to keep himself from the subjective commentary that was flooding his brain since Danny seemed somewhat unsure of himself.

He wanted Danny to feel comfortable around him otherwise he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy himself and Jake couldn’t have that.

Sitting up, Jake took over for him, digging his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and helping slide them down, his boxers getting caught and pulled off with them.

Jake held eye contact with Danny as he felt him spring free between them. Starting with one hand, but without looking away, Jake reached down and felt him.

He could already tell he was larger than he’d even expected, not too big, but so hard that he almost pulled back from his touch. “Fuck, Danny” Jake breathed out as he slowly tightened his grip and offered some relief.

Danny put his hands on both of Jake's shoulders to steady himself and he sighed and leaned his head back. “Yeah, that’s the hope” he chuckled once he’d gotten over the initial sensitivity of being touched by someone else for the first time in a while.

Now that Danny wasn’t watching, Jake took the opportunity to look down. He looked even bigger with Jake's hand wrapped around him. Jake had seen Danny naked before, plenty of fourth of Julys were spent at home changing together in the back of a van at the lake. Back then though Jake hadn’t dared look too far nor did he know at the time that he would someday be excited by seeing Danny.

Excited he was indeed, having to palm himself over his boxers for a second just to ease himself a little bit before moving onto his next course of action.

Danny felt Jake disappear as he lowered himself onto his elbows and knees on the bed in front of him. He took Danny by surprise as he traded his hand for his mouth, his plump lips stretched out as they wrapped around the tip.

“Fuck” Danny hissed, tangling his fingers in Jake’s hair as he started to bob his head.

Jake reached up again, stroking the base of his shaft now that he’d gotten it nice and slippery. “Yeah, that’s the hope” he pulled off just to repeat Danny’s smart aleck comment then went back in with even more vigor than before, sucking and twisting all at the same time.

The fingers in his hair tightened and he knew what that meant. Removing his hand, he let Danny rock his hips further into Jake's mouth until he was brushing up against the back of his throat.

“I’m close” Danny groaned, warning Jake since he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from continuing until he’d released.

With that Jake gave him one last cheek hollowed suck before popping off and backing further onto the bed.

Danny whimpered at the feeling of the cool air hitting his wet cock. Wishing now he hadn’t said anything so he could have stayed in the warmth of his mouth for even just a minute longer. A minute longer was about all he was going to last though, and he didn’t want to be finished yet.

“My turn” Jake called for Danny to join him, laying back and lifting his hips to slide off his boxers.

Danny looked anxious, maybe he had never done this before, but followed Jake's command, crawling over to him on the bed with determination in his eyes.

“You don’t have to blow me. Another time perhaps” Jake reminded him that they didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to, but only wished Danny would be willing to try a few things.

“I need you to help me with something else, you see a blue book up there?” He nodded to the headboard above him. Danny’s eyes scanned the few books, quickly finding the one Jake was referring to and reaching to pick it up. Something about it felt off, it was light compared to its size, but the weight distribution was also moving as he brought it down and handed it over.

Jake pulled the cover back to reveal the book was actually hollow, containing a stack of condoms and a small bottle of lube.

“Often jerk off while reading in bed?” Danny questioned his stash as Jake retrieved the bottle and tore off one of the foil squares before handing him the book to put back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” Jake smugly replied, opening the bottle and squeezing the tiniest amount since he knew a little went a long way onto his hand then coating his member with the slick gel.

Danny watched Jake work himself with wide eyes. The way Jake laid there seemingly without any fear and let Danny see him in such an intimate state, it was breathtaking.

“Have you ever fingered someone before?” Jake questioned. All teasing and jokes had left his tone, instead he was completely serious and trying to keep his breathing steady.

“I’m not a virgin” Danny replied, slightly chagrin about Jake's doubting of his skills.

“Noted. Good to know, but what I asked is have you ever fin-” it was Jake's turn to be cut off when Danny quickly snatched up the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers before positioning them at his backside.

“Woah! Ok! Easy! You have to go easy”. Jake tried to scoot away, but Danny placed his free hand on his hip and pulled him back down until his inner thighs came in contact with Danny’s knees.

“Relax, you have to relax” he copied the same pattern of speech, but with a soothing voice as he leaned down and connected their lips once again before slowly easing a finger inside. “See, I do know what I’m doing”.

Trusting in his friend, Jake did relax, moving his hand that had gone steady against himself to grip Danny’s thigh letting all his tension reside there instead of other places.

“Does it feel good?” Danny questioned after a few moments of working another in.

Jake let a long breath out through his nose, “actually, you can go a little harder, if you want”.

“You don’t have to tell me twice” he gave Jake one more peck on the lips then twisted his fingers upwards before pressing further inside, as far as his knuckles would let him go.

“Oh!” Jake felt his voice nearly squeak when Danny managed to brush up against the spot no one else had managed to reach with just their fingers before. Jake never minded being fingered, but it was usually just a means to reach a better goal. The way Danny was handling him though, it was different than anyone else he’d ever been with before. It was like Danny was trying to make him enjoy it.

“How about now?”

“Oh god Danny, enough, I’m ready for you now”. Jake moved his grip from Danny’s thigh to his forearm, desperately trying to pull him away. “Would you lay down? I like to start out on top”.

The sound of that was appealing enough to get Danny to retreat, removing himself from between Jake's legs and flopping onto his back next to him.

Jake found the condom he’d left at his side, tearing it open before lifting himself up and mounting Danny.

He was situated just above his knees so he could roll the condom on before inching forward. A pair of big tanned hands caressed his thighs as he got into position.

Jake paused, allowing himself to study Danny’s face as he lowered himself onto him, slowly letting out the breath he was holding in as he did so.

Danny closed his eyes, letting his fingers dig into Jake's skin just as Jake had into his. “You’re really tight” he groaned, wiggling his hips trying to get comfortable.

“I know, I might have gotten a little ahead of myself, I forgot how big you are. Just give me a second” he placed his hands on the chest of the man below him. Then letting his legs do the work he began to move, the leftover lube inside of him from Danny’s fingers just enough to help him glide up and down.

“Forgot?” Danny panted, his hands traveling from Jake's thighs to his rocking hips. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t forget again”.

It felt like the earth turned on its axis, and suddenly Jake felt the bed beneath him again. Danny managed to stay tucked inside during the move, lifting Jake's leg onto his hip like the position they’d been in earlier.

He lifted Jake’s lower half barely off the mattress and began thrusting, making Jake cry out at the sudden deepness and shocking sensation he was driving through his body.

This was not how he imagined the night playing out. He meant to work up to it, build some pressure, make it last long. The way Danny was man handling him right now sent the plans of all the dirty things he wanted to do to him flying out the window.

Jake was glad the party still seemed to be going strong downstairs, the music a cover for his moans. In hindsight he had probably been a little ambitious in the way he egged Danny on. It really had been a while since he had gotten any, and Danny was giving it to him so good now that he was already dangerously close to the edge.

He reached in between their sweating bodies, stroking himself to his limit. “I’m going to cum,” he staggered out, “just don’t stop what you’re doing”.

Danny’s moves were faltering, he was close too, but he managed to keep it up just long enough for Jake to finish, clenching around him as his body quaked with pleasure.

Since he came so quickly, he’d expected to have to finish Danny off, but as soon as his body settled Danny dropped to his elbows, burying his hands into Jake's long hair.

If it had been anyone else Jake would have pushed him off. The overstimulation was getting to be too much especially now that his spent cock was caught pressed against their bodies, but Danny seemed so close he just bore down and let him have it.

With one more heavy thrust Danny was coming undone, his brows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed. Jake watched again as the smallest bead of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose and dripped onto his lips. His tongue darted out to lick it away, then he pulled his lips between his teeth, one silent word leaving his mouth.

It didn’t matter if Danny didn’t say it aloud, Jake had seen him say it a thousand times, he’d recognized it on Danny’s lips anyway.

Sam

Part 2

#Greta van fic #greta van smut #greta van angst #Janny gvf #Sanny gvf #jake kiszka #Danny Wagner #Sam kiszka #Spotify

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zonerobotnik · 3 months

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Which Danny Phantom ships do you like and what do you see in them?

Uhm…oh man, there's way too many for me to go over them all and I can't remember all the names right now. Let me get the list.

So, surprisingly, Pompous Pep(VladxDanny) is actually not one of my main ones, I actually mainly ship SuperFun/PitchPearl (DannyxPhantom), Amethyst Ocean (SamxDanny), Dark Gray (DanxValerie), Gray Ghost (DannyxValerie), Teddy Ghost (DashxDanny), uhm…Jailbait (WalkerxDanny), Tyrannous Hope (PariahxDanny), Haunted Past (DanxDanny), and my personal brand of PitchPearl, Broken Heart (DanxFutureDanny). By Future Danny, I mean Grim Danny OR any version of him that isn't killed by Dan and instead survives to fight him or is held as his prisoner for years. I don't know if I'm the only one that ships them or not, but I do.

Also, I haven't given it a special Danny Phantom-brand ship name, but I also like DanNear. I think I'll just use "Quarantine Buddies".

Now, what do I see in them. uh, in order…

Pompous Pep:

Generally, when I ship them, it's because of Vlad taking advantage of Danny, actually, either because he's so broken by something (like in my fic "Are you Awake" on FF, where Phantom just completely wanted to destroy himself after losing Danny or the whole mess in "Desperate Sin") or is trying to break him and lures him into a false sense of security before hurting him. I don't think I've ever done anything with him that doesn't have him taking advantage of him in some way, though in "Are you Awake", he's at least reluctant about it and it's Plasmius that is the aggressive one. (Spoilers, that fic has them finding out that Phantom and Plasmius are absorbed twins that got turned into ghosts by the portal blasting them with enough ectoenergy and electricity to kill a t-rex.)

But, I'm sure, once they get over themselves and Danny is all grown up, maybe comes back from college all hot and buff, Vlad might hit that post-AGIT.

SuperFun:

Much like my own ship Broken Heart, these two have the appeal of wanting to be back together, but maybe they don't want to be merged, y'know? They balance each other out, Phantom would die again to protect Danny and Danny would kill to protect Phantom. While they disagree on some things, they also can't live without each other.

Though, they have many questions on how the ectoenergy-remover split their minds, they try not to think about it. After all, they're one person, always have been…right?

PitchPearl:

Basically, this ship is either selfcest or "what if they were two different people". The possibilities are pretty much endless here, and a lot of people, myself included, have fun with the ship.

The most common interpretations for them being separate is they meet by chance and Phantom falls for him before they even meet and that he saves Danny's life after he went into the portal by giving him his own ectoenergy to heal him or he's the Ghost Prince/Pariah's son or Walker's son and he grew interested in the son of the ghost hunters that tore open a hole into their dimension--seriously, endless.

Amethyst Ocean:

While I think Sam is, frankly, a jealous Cass-level bitch at times, she does have her sweet moments and she and Danny are actually really nice together, when she's not being jealous of him flirting with other girls. She's loyal and knows him better than anyone and while I don't really like that it was canon endgame because of how it was handled, I think that they could be good together.

Dark Gray:

Who doesn't love a good rough-and-tumble enemies-to-lovers? These two are the HeroxVillain ship, and I REALLY love those, and the thought of him only sparing the city, even after destroying the barrier, because of lingering feelings from his Gray Ghost days is just…MMM! I love it. And they try to deny they've grown to anticipate those fights, and those times when people have them working together against a bigger threat…FUUCK yes!

On that note, go read Karma. It's a part of a big compilation on FF but it's being posted as its own thing on AO3 and I LOVE this story!

Anyways, seriously, what is NOT to love about this ship?

So, let's go back into the past and discuss…

Gray Ghost:

This one is such a lovable mess. Because of a misunderstanding, she got into ghost-fighting for the sole purpose of kicking Phantom's ass for ruining her life. XD While her primary target is Phantom, she also fights other ghosts, and sometimes works WITH Phantom, who she doesn't know is Danny, to fight the other ghosts. Most notably is when she and Phantom were captured by Skulker and they had to fight to stay alive, and all while not letting their flour-sack baby get destroyed. XD

And then there's the moments where they are actually really nice to each other, and they put aside their differences, and those are just so, so good. But, oh, the pain about her dumping Danny to protect him because she thinks Phantom might go after Danny to get to her and also she keeps ditching their dates to go fight ghosts, it's just SO SAD but SO GOOD and they would be AWESOME as a couple.

Anyways, I really like them.

Teddy Ghost:

Dash is hot for Phantom. This is not fanon, this is canon, he wants to be with Phantom. He and Paulina both fawn over him like CRAZY and they're the ones that notice the most that if Danny is around, Phantom isn't far away. I think that if he were to figure out that Danny IS Phantom, he would not only apologize for all the "wailing on" he did, but also ask him out.

And Danny, well, he isn't going to deny it, Dash is a LOOKER. And if they were actually getting along, I think they could grow to be a good couple.

But, it's mostly Dash obsessing over Phantom unrequitedly.

Jailbait:

Warden. Prisoner. Prison. It's pretty cut and dry. Walker wants Danny, like, REALLY wants him, more than any other prisoner. Is it pride? Is he obsessed with the fact that he's a piece of the human world he can take into the Ghost Zone long-term without it being ruined? Is it just pure lust and sexual frustration from him escaping him so much? Either way, Walker uses other criminals and breaks a LOT of laws trying to track down Danny and it's pretty clear that, if he actually gets him, he's going to make him his prison-bitch.

Tyrannous Hope:

Is Danny actually the Ghost King? Was Pariah Dark actually defeated? Does he have true claim to the throne, or could Pariah Dark, when he breaks free again, come to take it back from Danny? A conflict of interest, a battle between Kings, they must either surrender, be defeated, or come to a peaceful compromise if neither can win. The compromise: Marriage.

This ship can be either weirdly-fluffy or so full of abuse and assault of all kinds and the range is fascinating.

Haunted Past:

If Dan can't have his OWN Danny, he may as well take the one that defeated him before. His heart beats the same, right? Whether out of obsession, attachment or pride, Dan claims Danny for his own or, (like in my fic "Powerless"), Dan breaks free and tries to fight someone stronger than him and Danny takes him in and what happens from there depends on how good or twisted Danny is.

Post-AGIT, I see him crawling into bed with Danny despite having his own body now and resting his head on his chest to hear his real, non-clone heart beat. As for the shipping part, I don't know enough about AGIT as a whole to say.

Broken Heart:

Phantom has been ripped out of Danny, he can no longer feel or hear his heartbeat, and the worst part is that it was done painfully and it was Danny's idea and he's still feeling the grief and rage that enveloped Danny before. So, he attacks his human half, and what happens from there is where things diverge.

The Grim Danny route: Phantom kills Danny by ripping out his still-beating heart and Danny, realizing that he didn't want to be a ghost, becomes a Grim Reaper and Phantom is both relieved to see him again and furious because he hates him but loves him but he feels so broken without him, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryforkillingyou.

The Capture Route: After hurting Danny severely, Phantom takes him away near-death and uses ectoplasm to bring him back from the brink and threatens him into never leaving where he's kept, coming back after terrorizing people to hurt him in some way to punish him for trying to leave him. Post-TUE, Danny escapes and is found by Valerie, and feels a sense of loss about Phantom being gone.

The Enemies Route: Danny is severely hurt by Phantom, but he doesn't take his body because Vlad finds a weapon and shoots him and then calls for someone to get them, that Danny is seriously hurt. and they both need medical treatment. Danny then joins Valerie with fighting to protect the city from Phantom, so it's basically Dark Gray but with Danny as a bonus love-interest.

Bonus Round:

Quarantine Buddies:

Based on my in-progress fic "Tutor", where Near from the show Death Note is sent to Amity Park to investigate Danny when he's 14 during his post-Wammy training and he moves in with the Fentons as a transfer student from England and they become friends through the course of the story.

The DanNear stuff actually starts with the start of Covid19, when Near, who is horribly co-dependent and aware of Danny's true nature, calls for his immune friend to come and take care of him because his usual assist are all being quarantined. Danny agrees and as the world opens up, Danny gets Near to also open up and try new things, starting with wearing more colors, going outside more, coming with him on shopping trips instead of just staying home while Danny shops. Though he doesn't need a ghostly-buddy to care for him anymore, Danny is still here, and they gradually fell in love.

Also, Danny hates Christmas with a passion, but he will put with it for Near if Near will wear a Christmas sweater for him. Fair's fair.

And that's all of them! That I can think of right now, at least.

Also, I should note, I don't actually normally ship Phantom Punk (DannyxEmber), so I didn't include it on the list. I think I made the one fic I have with them as a request before, but I don't remember who requested it.

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gilbirda · 3 years

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Remedy

GhostKing!DannyxSam

When Danny comes back from an audience with the Observants wanting to murder anything and everything, Sam is tasked with the mission of getting him to calm down. She has her methods.

Can be read as stand alone fic.

From my series, You and me and our best friend makes three

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Sam parked her bike, her newly acquired Emily, her precious ghost-zone approved bike, made by Tucker and the Fentons. She gave her sweat and tears and bled real blood to get her drivers license, she deserved pretty things.

Whatever. Emily had been worth it. So she parked her carefully in a secluded space in the inner garden of the Palace, immediately noticing something was wrong when nobody received her.

Well, that and the dark clouds in the sky. The lightning had been a good giveaway, too.

The King was unhappy.

Sam ventured inside the palace, Phantom’s Keep, no longer being amazed by the changes that have been made to the place - starting with getting rid of the giant ugly sarcophagus hosting the previous Mad King. Where that thing was she didn’t know and she didn’t care.

A passing servant yelped when they saw her, but strangely they didn’t stop to talk to her. The servants, once they learned that inside doors they didn’t like pleasantries, started being more open and talkative.

“Hey-” the servant froze in place, suddenly nervous. Sam frowned. “Hey,” she restarted, voice softer. “What’s going on?”

“My Lady,” they looked down, nervously. “His Majesty… uh…”

“Is he in the Palace?”

“You don’t-?” the servant frowned, confused, and Sam noticed they didn’t approach her and the talking-screaming from one corner of the throne room to the other was getting tiring. “You don’t feel his heavy and grandiose presence?”

She searched inside herself, in her non-existent core, and -

Oh.

Yeah. There he is.

And he wasn’t just unhappy. He was pissed. Royally pissed.

As if on cue, a scream was heard throughout the whole palace, followed closely by boom and crashing of some poor furniture or whatever Danny had decided to take his anger on.

The servant in front of her whimpered and went to their knees, their hands gripping the skirt of their robes, whole body trembling. The air started to feel oppressive, breathing becoming harder and harder.

If she could notice it while having her fake-core, she couldn’t imagine how it was for the full fledged ghost roaming the place.

Okay, this had to stop.

Just as she turned to face the way from where she felt the presence of his Royal Asspain, a new voice called her attention.

“My Lady! Lady Samantha,” she bristled at the naming, but coming from the Fright Knight she could let it pass. “Your presence is required at His Majesty the High King’s quarters.”

“Yeah, no shit. What’s going on?”

“The King… he’s in need of assistance,” the knight looked at the servant, who rushed to get up and scurry away as fast as they could. Another scream fueled in rage echoed in the room, and Fright Knight flinched. “He was summoned by the Observants.”

Nothing else needed to be said. Every time Danny went there he came back looking for a fight.

“Do I need my equipment?” That was another word for the armour she wore while in the Zone. Her uniform. Her show of power. She thought it was neat, and it helped her channel her inner ghost powers, Maddie’s idea. She had it stored in her room in the Palace, which wasn’t far from Danny’s, in the family wing.

And no, she was not going to comment that it had been once upon a time used for the King’s mate. Nope. That wasn’t happening. She just wanted the next biggest room in the wing.

“No,” Fright shook his head. Instead, he shuffled in place, nervously looking at anything else except at her. “We… I- I mean… It would be best if you gave other kind of services to the King.”

At the word ‘services’ she wanted to punch the Knight, but she got what he meant to say. For a ghost knight that had lived thousands of years, it seemed like saying that the King needed to get laid was too difficult a task for him.

Sam pondered for a moment. As Danny’s General she did have a duty to serve him, but as his girlfriend she didn’t have to do shit if she didn’t want to. Right now it seemed like he needed his girlfriend Sam Manson instead of ‘Samantha, Princess of Green Islands, General of the Wraith Army’. Even if the last one had a cool armour.

“Fright,” she crossed her arms. “Do I need to call Tucker?”

But the ghost was already shaking his head. “No, the Royal Consort and Advisor will not be disturbed. He said he had a week-long business trip.”

“But I know he would drop it for Danny,” Tucker would also like to know about this. He was the least involved in Palace affairs, what with the pharaoh business and his actual day job in corporate nonsense (something about Microsoft??? She wasn’t sure what he did for a living. Ha, living); but he liked to be included. Once, early in their relationship, they had a really nasty argument about this. After that, the rest of their little polycule tried their best to keep him in the loop.

“I don’t… I don’t think that his Majesty needs Lord Tucker right now.”

Another scream and another crashing noise. This time she could hear Danny sobbing as he cursed the Observants with the lyrical prowess he never showed in English class. Not that he needed to worry about school anymore.

“I see,” Sam sighed, squaring herself. “Thanks, Fright. I will take it from here. Tell everyone to take the rest of the day off,” she turned to walk to the family wing, but stopped. “He will be hungry after this, please let some food out for us.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Fright Knight bowed slightly at the waist, twitching like he wanted to do a different gesture. Sam narrowed her eyes. As far as Knight was concerned, he was a bit higher in the hierarchy system. They had settled on a simple bow, since he insisted on something more elaborate.

Fuck palace politics. Dorathea always laughed at her when she complained.

On her way to the source of the screaming and sobbing, Sam passed by some remaining servants frozen in place, crying at the oppressing feeling in their chests. She stopped to help them up and repeat the order to take it easy for the day before going back her merry way.

Once she got to Danny’s quarters she stopped. Now she could feel the air going in her lungs slowly, with a consistency like molasses. Her chest hurt when she expanded her lungs and keeping her eyes open was becoming a difficult task.

She opened the door, letting her eyes roam through the destroyed room, searching for her boyfriend. Danny was on the floor, sobbing, his head in hands. He still hadn’t got out the royal suit. A quick look told her the cape had been thrown haphazardly to a corner.

“Danny,” she called softly. He heard her, because he stopped breathing. “Danny, I’m here.”

“S-Sam?” his voice was hoarse from screaming. He lifted his head from his hands, his green eyes shining so bright she could see him perfectly in the dark. “When did you-?”

“Just now.”

“Did Fright call you?” he frowned. Danny didn’t like to pull his friends into his issues. Never did. Got worse with kingly issues.

“Nope, I had some free time and came to try out Emily.”

He smiled, but it didn’t go into his eyes. And the air didn’t get any lighter. “Do you like it? Is it okay? Tucker said he added some last-minute stuff.”

He was talking like he wasn’t a crying mess on the floor in the middle of his destroyed drawing room. Good thing he didn’t take the rampage to the bedroom or he would be sad to have broken the photos and memorabilia there.

“It’s nice. But don’t change the topic - Danny, what’s up.”

His smile slid down and he went back to glare at the floor. “I was too late. I was… set up.” Sam walked up to him and kneeled at his side, but tried not to touch him too much. When he got like this he didn’t like to be touched. “I couldn’t save them, Sam. I couldn’t- I was too late.”

He started to tremble, either in rage or in grief, she didn’t know.

“The Observants decided some ghosts were going to become a threat and… and-”

“Ugh,” she interrupted him, knowing the rest. “Fuck those guys.”

“I was invited. Invited! ” he scoffed. “They wanted to send a message, Sam. They wanted me to remember Dan.”

“Fuck those guys,” she repeated, but Danny wasn’t listening to her.

He buried his hands in his messy hair, which was freed from his usual half updo. “I wasn’t there. I was too late. They never planned a fair judgement. They never meant to consider another option. I was too late.”

“Danny. Danny!” she spoke up when he went back to crying and the room became heavy again. He looked up at her. “Danny, you didn’t know. It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t, Sam. I can’t stop thinking about it. My core… There’s so much noise.”

Sam was understanding why Fright didn’t think Tucker was a good idea. Danny didn’t need his best friend to laugh with. He didn’t need a distraction. He needed to stop thinking. She knew what she had to do.

“What do you need, Danny?” she put one hand on his, and another on his wet cheek. “What can I do for you?”

He didn’t think about it too much. It wasn’t the first time he asked this of her. “Make it stop, Sam. Make me forget,” he licked his lips, looking away from her eyes. “Make me hurt.”

“Oh, Danny,” she whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. It tasted salty with tears. “I love you so much, you know that?”

He nodded slowly, but his eyes weren’t looking at her. She sighed and moved her hand on his cheek to roam to his hair, closing her fist around the long locks and pulling. Danny gasped, finally looking at her.

“You are always so strong, so amazing…,”she kissed him again. “But you need to rest, too.”

“I don’t- I don’t deserve it,” his voice was brittle.

“Yes you do,” Sam stood, dragging him with her. It helped that her boyfriend could defy gravity, because she wasn’t sure she could lift him with the heavy armour and everything. “You deserve so much, Danny.”

He didn’t say anything about it, just letting himself be guided to his bedroom by the hand on his hair. Sam knew he was still thinking about those ghosts, about the Observants, and he wasn’t that present with her in the room.

Once they were close to his absurdly gigantic bed, she pushed him to it, immediately moving to his feet to maneuver his body fully into the mattress. He didn’t move to look at what she was doing around his feet, just looking up at the accurate and moving starry night of the ceiling. A present from Nocturne after Danny saved him from another powerful ghost.

“Do you think they know I let them down?”

Sam stopped her hands around the belts of his knee guards, looking up at him.

“I think they knew you would have done everything in your power to save them.”

“But I didn’t.”

“You did.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she shushed him. “Danny, I know you. The Zone hasn’t been the same since you accepted the throne. Hell, the world isn’t the same. You have done so much good in this place. Believe me when I say that your subjects know you’d do anything for them.”

His eyes shined with more tears. “But I couldn’t save them. I failed.”

The woman knew she could not get to him by her words, instead choosing to do another thing entirely. With a wave of her hand, and a lot more focus than she would have liked, the inconspicuous plant on the other wall grew and arrived at her call, floating near her face as if asking for further instructions. She kissed a few leaves before gesturing towards Danny. The growing vines knew what to do.

“Since you are going to use your mouth to say nonsense, I think it’s time you stopped talking.”

Her plant powers responded better to her in the Ghost Zone, specially in Danny’s castle, where ambient ectoplasm was thickest and power pulsed in every wall. This had been a rather recent development. She had lived her life like a ‘normal human’ for a while, until in one diplomatic meeting with Undergrowth, Danny found out that he was dating the heir of the Green Islands. Apparently, the older ghost’s claim on her was irreversible and when she died she would come back ‘home’ to rule by his side.

Danny had felt guilty for being happy at knowing he wouldn’t lose either of his best friends when they died.

In the meantime, she had been trying to come to terms with her ghostliness, not bummed at all, no sir, when it was limited to (in the human world) a weird sixth sense for ghost stuff and some freaky green thumb. At least she could breathe and fly in the Ghost Zone.

Or, sometimes, she could shut up Danny with her vines while she continued untying his knee guards, throwing them over the bed and continuing with his boots..

“You know I love your voice, but this moment is for me to talk and for you to listen. And I know you know the things I’m saying, but sometimes, Danny, you are just so dumb and fixate on the worst things to really pay attention.”

She sighed, pulling at the boots, which made a loud clank! noise when they fell to the floor. She moved up to his waist, starting undoing the buttons and straps securing the different elements of his get-up. What a fortunate thing to have learned to do this for her own suit.

“One of the things I love most about you is how you are ready to throw down, no matter who you are against.” One set of straps was off. “Other is your warm, enormous and very much alive…,” she looked at him in the eyes as she set free the other set of straps, completely loosening his pants, “.... heart.”

Danny chuckled under the vines and she took it as a win.

With quick hands she got rid of the hips and waist armour and tugged down the thick leather pants. His hands made a move to help her, but she slapped them away.

“Uh-huh, no touchy. Only I can touch you tonight.” She worked fast on the pants, stopping here and there to leave a kiss on his skin. He was cold, but she was used to his ghost form. And it wasn’t the first time they did the nasty with him in ghost form - he seemed more comfortable in that form when in the Ghost Zone.

Once he was freed from those deliciously tight leather pants - which she and Tucker reminded him all the time made his ass look delicious -, Sam moved upwards to the straps of his shoulder guards. Fortunately he didn’t have the cape on, which simplified things greatly.

As she loosened the guards and threw them to the floor, she looked at his eyes, satisfied to find them really looking at her, his mind present in the moment.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” she kissed his hair, caressing his cheek. “It reminds me of when we were kids and you were trying so hard to tell me you liked me but didn’t because of some absurd reason.” He frowned, like he wanted to protest. “Uh-huh, I know what you want to say. ‘But Sam, I had to protect you!’ or ‘I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship!’. Ha, good one, Danny. Look at us now, ghost boy.” He now arched an eyebrow. “I have you right where I wanted - defenseless and under me.”

She could almost hear him say that’s not what you said the other night, but the vines held and he couldn’t open his mouth.

She scoffed and started unfastening the leather jacket, revealing the soft cotton undershirt. As with the pants, she kissed him softly when she uncovered his torso, knowing where his scars hid under the undershirt by memory, taking special care to kiss the worst ones.

“Intangible, now,” she ordered with a pat on his sternum. He obeyed and she threw the jacket away, and then the undershirt went, too. “Good boy,” she kissed his forehead, chuckling at the soft green in his cheeks.

“Now, I wonder what I should do with you,” Sam said as she jumped on the ridiculous bed, straddling him. Her hands wandered to his chest, and she made a point to drag her black acrylic nails on his skin. “Today I had plans, you know? I came here to get things done, not to play around.” She shuffled down a little bit, admiring the slightly greener marks where her nails bit at the skin. They healed in seconds. “I can’t be slacking in my work. What would my king say? He would get angry at me.” She fake pouted, a thing she would never do out the bedroom, but that apparently Danny loved when she did.

Danny hastily shook his head, his eyes following how her hands went down and down.

“I think,” she licked her lips, hands locking on her decided prey. “I think you have to make it up to me for distracting me from my work.” Her voice remained even as she cupped his forming erection, like she was simply conversing with a friend. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

With her other hand she gestured at the vines, freeing his mouth just as she ran her nails up his now hard body part, smiling at the gasp that ate whatever he wanted to say. She grabbed him again over the fabric of his underwear. “I said, do we have a deal?”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, whatever you said.” His cheeks were comically green.

“Oh? You weren’t paying attention to me?” She withdrew completely. He whimpered. Cute. “Bad boy. Now I have to start all over again!” She moved back up a little, letting her crotch settle over his, knowing that rubbing against her leggings wasn’t enough stimulation for him. His hands flew to her waist, maybe to guide her back down, but she grabbed his hands and locked them over his head. “What did I say about getting handsy?”

“No touchy?” he smiled, like it would lessen his punishment and she would go back down.

“I see you listened to that, but now I can’t believe you will obey,” she tutted. “It seems you can’t follow simple instructions.”

“I guess you just make it hard. To follow, I mean.” His smile turned cheeky.

“Ok, that’s it. The vines are back and they are not coming off.” She tried her best not to snort at his pun. Just as they quickly covered his mouth, he managed to get out something like ‘Other things are coming-’ but he didn’t finish the thought.

Just to be safe, she commandeered more vines to curl around his wrists, tying them together above his head. Of course Danny could just move his arms and break the ties, but he wouldn’t do it. Also, he seemed to want to know where this was going.

“Alright, since you have been such a bad boy,” she stood, leaving him hard and wanting on the bed. Sam approached a dresser and searched on the first drawer, finding the supplies she needed - a bottle of lube, some condoms and her trusty strap-on. She stopped at the vibrators, considering. Nah, not needed today. “You are going to just shut up and hold on for the ride.”

She threw everything to the bed where he could see it, watching his eyebrows go up to his hairline. It wasn’t common for her to use her strap, even after her boyfriends told her they were more than okay with it - Danny deliciously blushing when he said he liked her on top -; and also she usually dealt with an overwhelmed Danny with her hands and her mouth alone.

“I was saving this for another time, but it seems you have decided to be a brat today.”

Sam could see him thinking about her words, eyes fixed on the strap with the dildo already settled and ready for use. Yeah, she had been planning this big thing for their anniversary. Whatever. Now was as good a time as ever. She would have to make do without Tucker, tough - or maybe do a repeat on the anniversary? She could use this as a trial run.

She got rid of her leggings and underwear before settling back on top of him, discarding her shirt and her bra in one quick motion. His eyes zeroed on her boobs, and she rolled her eyes. Still, after all these years, he could not stop looking at her naked chest.

“You move, I leave,” she said when she noticed one of his hands twitch. “Alright, this is what we are going to do: I do what I want with your body, and you can’t touch either of us or talk. If I do something you don’t like, flare your core.” He didn’t need the reminder, but she felt better saying their code.

Danny nodded. She felt his dick come back to life under her butt.

“Good boy,” she leaned down, grabbing his hair, getting close to his ear to whisper. “I knew I could train you.” She pulled to force his head back, revealing more of his neck and shoulders.

Her lips left a wet path as she travelled down his cheek to his neck and then to the shoulder. There, she bit down without guilt - her boyfriend was a dumbass with a high tolerance of pain, something he was proud of even if Tucker and her tried to convince him it wasn't something to be happy about.

He gasped, and her mouth tasted electric and coppery, like human blood. She and Tuck theorized it was a Danny thing, but she didn't want to go biting ghosts to compare the taste.

She didn't stop, however, and traveled down his chest, her hands mapping his hard battle-toned muscles and her mouth doing constellations with his scars. She knew him well, knew where each of them came from, but it has been a while since she felt bad looking at them - Danny didn't care that much about them and Tucker thought they were cool and manly, so why should she worry?

Sam drew back, contemplating for a moment. Sometimes it overwhelmed her how she had ended like this, with an otherworldly creature trusting her so much, looking at her like she hung the stars.

"You work so hard, Danny. You do so much good here…" she leaned back down, biting one of his nipples playfully. "I'm so proud of you."

He couldn't say anything back and she didn't look up, fearing he could be crying at her words.

( Liar, she thought. She was the one tearing up).

She couldn't break character now. Instead, she went back up to his clavicle to suck at the skin there, one hand cupping his cheek. She blew a breath over the bruising skin, enjoying the shiver that went down his spine. In a few seconds the bruise disappeared.

She chuckled at the inhuman display. Yeah, this was her life now.

With a smile on her lips she bit down on the healed skin, already expecting the weird blood-like taste. He tensed under her and for a moment she searched for the pulse of his core to indicate she had crossed a line. When it didn't come she looked up to find a very blushing Danny.

"Remember, you can't move. Or this will be over."

He made a pitiful sound, a keening of some kind. Sam chuckled.

She moved back down, biting and scratching her way back to his neglected but not forgotten dick, which was trembling, waiting for attention. She took pity and removed his underwear with quick hands, immediately grabbing him and doing a few lazy pumps. He tensed again, a sigh lost against his makeshift muzzle. It was kinda cold, but still warmer than the rest of his body, so it wasn't that uncomfortable against her human skin.

"No touchy." Was her only warning before her mouth came down on him, swallowing him as far as she could. He screamed against the vines, his hands twitching again, muscles bulging with the strain of not being able to break his restraints.

Sam smiled around him, putting one hand on his belly to push him down back to the bed when he started to arch his back.

"I said, don't move." She said when she pulled back to breathe, adding a command to her voice. He shivered but settled back down on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing hard. "Good boy." He whined again.

She didn't dignify that with an answer, instead leaning down to take him again, ignoring the gagging reflex when she tried to go further. What she couldn’t swallow she took care with her hand, pumping up and down with practiced gestures. Under her ministrations, her lover trembled and twitched, obviously wanting to do something, to act. Danny usually was very affectionate and touchy during sex and not being able to do that was another kind of torture she reveled in.

Just as his muffled pants and grunts grew in volume and intensity, she slowed down to just enough stimulation to keep him on edge but not really giving relief.

“Hmm!” he protested, eyes wide.

She licked the underside of the shaft, keeping eye contact as one hand reached for the bottle of lube. With that one hand she opened it and squeezed it to get some of the thick substance in her hands, warming it.

As she kept the minimum stimulation, she ventured a finger inside him, watching his face for any discomfort. He closed his eyes and settled back on the bed, and Sam felt his muscles relax around her digit. She added another one, because it seemed like he wanted to speedrun the prepping part of this.

"A bit eager, are we?"

Danny opened his eyes to glare at her, but he kept relaxed around her fingers. He even sneaked a small thrust while she wasn't looking.

"Okay, okay! I get it." She smiled while sounding annoyed. "What a needy brat we have today. Do you want to be fucked that much?"

He rolled his eyes, but his quickening breath betrayed his actual thoughts. Yes. Yes, please.

"Alright," she reached for the strap-on as she carefully slid out her fingers, wiping them on her leg. "I'm glad to inform you, I'm going to be quick and rough," Sam said with a bright voice as she moved to stand beside him where he could watch her put on the strap, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Are we clear?"

He lifted his eyes from the purple dildo proudly presenting itself to the world, and nodded his consent.

"Good that we agree."

The young woman moved back to her place, positioning herself back between his legs. After swiping the lube bottle to spread some more generously over the plastic toy, she took one forgotten pillow.

"Up," she patted the side of his hip. He obeyed and Sam put the pillow under his lower back. "Good boy." She squeezed his thigh in thanks.

Danny watched with expectation as she slowly slipped the toy inside him, bit by bit, sighing once all of it was comfortably in, all the way to the base. Sam settled back, sitting on her legs in a last minute positioning, getting comfortable for what she planned to do, earning a soft whine swallowed by the vines.

Without warning she started thrusting and the effects were immediate - he threw his head back as his arms trembled with the raging need to break the ties and reach for her.

"Don't you dare move, mister," she growled, focusing on keeping a quickening pace. He shivered at the command, but the struggling stopped.

As a reward, she did a harder thrust, trying to get deeper. The sound he made was definitely not made with human vocal chords, like a scream through a crackling radio, making her chuckle. She did it again a few times, enjoying how with each deeper slam of her hips he added a different whine or ghostly mewling sound as a finishing touch.

"I do love the sounds you make, Danny. How about you let me hear them better?"

She removed the vines with a mental command, and his pants and heavy breathing were freed from his restraints.

"S-Sam…"

"Yeah, I know. I'm the best," she continued the even movement of her hips, albeit fastening her pace. He snorted and rolled his eyes, but was smiling. "I'm going to move things a little."

Her warning didn't mean she would stop - she just frowned a bit in concentration as she grabbed his legs and stood on her knees to change the angle without interrupting the movement of the dildo going in and out.

"Ah, yes… like that is good," was her reward at the trick she pulled, snickering when Danny's eyes rolled back and he melted to the bed, figuratively speaking.

Sam picked up the pace again, watching his face for any discomfort, pushing at the limit of what she knew Danny usually liked her to do. He said he wanted to be hurt but…

"Harder…" he whispered, one green eye opening. She obeyed but didn't say anything, letting the sounds of skin against skin and their own pants fill the room. "Harder, Sam."

"Danny?" her voice lost the edge she kept in these sessions, letting the worry slip through.

"I can take it. I - hm!" he gasped when a thrust hit him just right . "I want it." He opened the other eye. Sam could see he was coherent and serious when he asked this, so she obeyed.

"Okay," she let out a breath. "But don't come crying to me when you are sore later."

He rolled his eyes. "I asked you. Also, I have never been a sore loser."

Her groan morphed into a scream of her own when she started to give her all to him. Thank goodness she kept physical endurance high on her training (what with trying to keep up with immortal ghosts that didn't get tired), because she needed it right now. She slammed harder against Danny, so hard that it became clear he wasn't human when his response to her thrusts was more of those beautiful ghostly moans and screams. The bed groaned, not agreeing to what it was being subjected to, but neither lover could care less about a replaceable bed.

She huffed at the effort, breaking the even pace she had kept to do a few more of those deep thrusts, ramming into him with all her strength. Danny screamed so loud she was sure he could be heard in all the Zone, his usual low ghostly shine going into overdrive as his body was moved with each violent push she did into him.

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" he let out when she continued. "More of those!"

"Didn't peg you as a masochist." Sam breathlessly said, her body arching over his and one hand releasing a leg to settle next to his head, fisting the bed sheets there, knowing she was reaching her physical limit.

Danny tried to laugh, but his ragged breathing ate any attempt at that. She smiled at the face he was making, a mix of blissed out sex face and the silly boy she fell in love with. His locks of white hair framed him like a painting, tangling and twisting each time she moved their bodies, and she thought he looked really pretty. She was glad she decided to use this position.

Sam felt a cold hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, giving support for the last stretch, support she needed even if she grumbled at the realisation that he broke his constraints.

"Sam, lov' u" she heard him gasp. Her heart swelled in her chest, and she found the strength to finish what she started.

"Fuuuuck," the woman growled through gritted teeth, her screaming muscles complaining when she pushed them for a last few strong thrusts, the cold hands keeping her aligned.

The volume in her lover's voice raised as he came undone, whimpering and moaning and calling her name in desperation, like his breath was being stolen from his chest. He twitched, unconsciously thrusting forward with his hips, riding out the orgasm as he panted, searching for air.

Both breathed rapidly, looking at each other for a few moments, before they started to laugh.

Sam collapsed to her side towards the bed, yelping when the forgotten bottle and condoms dig into her heated skin. She kicked them away, unbuckling the straps around her hips and legs, and kicked that too. She'll clean everything later.

"Thank you," she heard at her back before those same cold hands grabbed her, pulling her into a muscled chest she knew well.

"You are welcome," Sam tried to sound grumpy and nonchalant, but she knew he could hear the smile in her voice.

They stayed for a few moments like that, hearing each other breathe. She was starting to feel really cold, considering the pros and cons of moving to get under the blankets, when he spoke again.

"I needed that. Really, thank you."

She chuckled. "I would say 'any time' but I think I'll need some ibuprofen tomorrow."

He squeezed her against his body. "Sorry."

"Any time, Danny," she turned, deciding that the cold was too much. "Blankets?"

He nodded and phased them under the blankets. Oh yes, the perks of having an inhuman boyfriend. Ha. She cuddled further into his chest and closed her eyes, ready to sleep for a thousand years.

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She didn't sleep for a thousand years but a half an hour or so instead. Danny did look dead to the world, so she left him in bed to hunt for the promised food she had asked Fright to get prepared for them.

As she wandered the halls of the castle she felt the difference from the tense situation she found it in; the air light and calm, the walls literally pulsing with energy (she could notice they followed the cadence of Danny's breathing) and the green sky of the Zone she could see from the windows was bright and swirling in lazy waves like it always did. Or was it? She could swear the shade of green was a bit brighter, like the sun was behind and the rays tried to peek through. But it was impossible, there was no sun in the Zone.

For some reason she found a servant when she passed through the inner patio, a shortcut to the kitchens, and waved at him. It has been a while since she cared about being seen with so little clothes, especially since she had to be manhandled by the maids and her ladies-in-waiting (yes, she had those) around Danny’s coronation; but just in case she adjusted the robe around her body.

The servant didn't see her at first, too focused on looking at the sky like it was a miracle, but when he did he yelped and ran in the other direction. He didn't even look her in the eyes!

Weird.

She found Fright sitting on the floor in front of the kitchens, polishing his sword and mumbling something she couldn't hear.

"Hey, you didn't have to stay. I said I got it under control."

The knight jumped and stood quickly. He was nervous. How could she know it when he didn't show his face? She could practically sense it with how much nervousness and awkwardness he projected.

"My… My Lady Samantha." He bowed lower than they had agreed to. "Glad to see you well. I, hm, I decided to stay, but…" he trailed off. If he was looking at her messy hair and how she obviously didn’t wear clothes under the robe he didn't show it. "The food has been prepared, as requested. Are you… Do his Majesty and my Lady request anything else?" he sounded strained. As if mentioning both of them in the same phrase pained him.

Oh.

"You heard us, right?"

Fright tried to appear calm. He failed. "I think the whole castle heard him, my Lady. And I venture that half the Realms, too."

She put a hand on her face, trying to hide the blush. Oh fuck. Danny was not going to like this.

"At least everything looks… nice," Fright continued as he looked at a window in the same awe as the servant she encountered before.

She turned to look and found that everything, everything until the horizon, looked vibrant, alive, if the word was allowed. It wasn't only the sky that got the sunshine treatment - the buildings, the floating islands, the plants and even the goddam air looked as if through a filter. Less dead. Shinny.

The whole Zone knew they had fucked. Fantastic. Absolutely amazing. She had to ease Danny into this piece of information. And maybe ban mind-blowing sex untill they figured out how not to broadcast it to the whole fucking world.

"I'm too tired to deal with this. I need food."

Fright jumped like he forgot she was there, looked at her like he did before (somehow it wasn't in a creepy way. It was more like silent astonishment. Could Fright really tell that much with so little facial expressions??), and gestured towards the kitchen doors.

"After you, my Lady."

She walked in, hiding her blush, her groan and the slight limp from her hurting leg muscles.

But hey, it was worth it.

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saltynsassy31 · 3 years

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So I currently writing a graghost domestic fluff fanfiction and I realized something

That when I read grayghost there is just something way more satisfying to seeing them being cute together in a way that dannyxsam could never

Don't get me wrong I don't have the ship and I understand why amethyst ocean is more popular but it just feels all to easy?

I thought about it and I think that the reason I feel that way is because Sam and Danny WHERE to easy, they were best friends and Sam was always there and all that and who wouldn't want to date their nest friend?

But danmy and valerie on the other hand, they went from enemies to lovers and I feel like that feels way more rewarding in a sense, seeing them have those cute moments together after all those times fighting feels so nice, they finally reached a point of peace with each other

They both kept a huge secret from their families and friends that kept eating them away, both struggled with being an outcast and Danny never really got a moment to understand his conflicted feelings of being half dead because he is supposed to be the "hero" and who better to understand that then valerie? She also has conflicted feelings about Danny and they can work it out together! And she also knows how it feels to feel pressured to keep the people she cares about safe

While Sam, despite her stance for equality and to help those in needs, she does have a privileged life and will never truly understand the struggle

Again I'm not saying that grayghost is better then amethyst ocean or vise versa, they both have their pros and cons

But this is my personal take on it and why I prefer valerie x danny over sam x danny

#pls dont get mad at me #im not trying to start a fight #danny phantom #danny fenton #grayghost #amethyst ocean #sam manson #valerie gray #valeriexdanny #samxdanny

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Fuck the Movie, I Wanna Fuck You (Sanny)

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover - Rockfic, luluthechoosingcrow- AO3, theladylovingcrow - Wattpad and Deviantart, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)

Length: about 2k

Warnings/Tags: smut (mutual masturbation, handjobs, cum eating, semi-public sex, making out), some attempted humor, Sanny!!!, movies, first time, first kiss, Kiszka Family in background

Summary: They were taking a break from touring, just chilling back in Frankenmuth. Danny had come over to his second home, and was snuggled up on the couch with his best friend, watching a movie. Everyone else was doing their thing - cooking, playing, talking on the phone - all perfectly normal for a nice, happy family. But FUCK Sam was feeling horny, naughty, and curious as to how Danny would react if he moved his hand just a bit higher....

Author's Notes:

Inspired by a meme on Tumblr that then made me think of Sam and Danny

> *one fish from the spongebob cartoon starts casually unbuttoning another's pants in a movie theater* sigh this movie boring

> Sam: *yawns*

> Danny: bored?

> Sam (shoving his hand down Danny's pants and keeping his eyes on the screen): nope

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Sam sighed and fidgited, wiggling his little butt against the couch cushions. He had had this idea for, like, twenty minutes, but it was risky - so risky that if any little thing went wrong he would, most likely, be in big trouble. He would get disbelieving, then incredulous, then disgusted, and finally furious looks.

'Sam, what the hell are you doing?! Please don't tell me that was what I thou- you're such a pervert. What the hell is wrong with you?'

And that was only the reactions he imagined he'd get from his family, along with teasing for eternity, once they calmed down. Danny, though - if he reacted badly, then Sam might literally climb onto the roof and refuse to come down, he'd be that embarrassed and ashamed. Except, actually, no, Danny could climb like a monkey. His backup plan was to hide in the woods and become the new Mothman, then.

Danny yawned next to him, putting his arm around Sam's shoulders in the classic move every boy wanted to try since the fifth grade. Inadvertadly, the motion actually made Sam's idea all the easier, which was so not helping him refrain from it.

It was perverted to want to do something like that to your best friend, especially when your family were all within a fifty foot radius of where you were sitting, wandering around and having a jolly good time, occasionally stopping to look in on the movie Danny and Sam were watching.

Ronnie smiled at them, probably thinking it was cute that her little brother was so close with his best friend that they cuddled when they watched a scary kids movie. If only she knew.

Sam clenched his jaw, the acrid burning shame of thinking these thoughts and having these ideas right around his family, having these ideas at all, encompassing his stomach. It was also mingling with another molten liquid - desire, slick and steaming - running down his thighs and wrapping around his fingers, guiding them.

He ran his hand up and down over his own thigh, closing his eyes and imagining that it was Danny's muscled quads he was feeling. The movie was boring as shit, he had only payed attention to the first ten minutes or so; Danny, though, he was captivating and alluring, sitting there next to Sam.

Danny didn't notice any of Sam's internal toil, still being completely invested in whatever cheesy PG thriller they had found on Netflix. He drummed his fingers lightly on Sam's shoulder - always playing to a rhythm, whether he was conscious of it or not. The blanket over their legs shifted a little when Danny uncrossed his feet and brought one knee up on the couch.

Sam mirrored him, seeing the oppurtunity. Fuck the consequences and fuck the likely stupidity of carrying out his plan, he wanted to try goddammit.

Danny didn't really take notice when Sam pushed their thighs together- they always sat close, and he had put his arm around him to cuddle.

Danny didn't care when Sam's hand came to rest on his knee - he just enjoyed the warmth it provided and continued watching the movie. Jake walked by with an harmful of records, heading to the music den with their father, and smirked at them.

When Sam slid his hand up from his knee cap to mid thigh, fingertips pushing into the softer areas of flesh on the insides, he registered it, but it wasn't like Sam never got ultra touchy-feely sometimes.

Sam bit his lip, trying to suppress his grin. He'd gotten this far, and Danny didn't even seem to care! Now, for the make or break -

Danny laughed at something - maybe an over exaggerated fight, Looney Tunes style - when Sam acted out phase two.

He sighed, long and dramatically, resting his head on Danny's shoulder while his hand lightly felt it's way to the bulge in Danny's jeans.

"Bored?" Danny asked, apparently not feeling it yet. Then he stiffened.

"Nope."

Sam kept his cool, head still on Danny's shoulder and eyes now attentively watching the screen. But, under the blankets, he was pushing his fingers into the fly of his best friend's jeans and massaging the head of his dick shit yessss.

He pulled back out and popped the button with only slight difficulty, wrapping his whole hand around Danny. Sam was sure to move slowly, and only his hand, lest anyone see his arm jerking, but he was actually doing it! Jerking Danny off - like he had long wanted to - on the couch while they were watching TV. And no one fucking knew!

What was curious was that Danny hadn't stopped him; he was holding his body, especially his hips, tense, and his breathing was noticeably controlled - but he let Sam do what he was doing.

"It's not a bad movie," Danny spoke, soft, though it still startled Sam. "Could be a bit faster paced, though."

Oh. Well, okay then.

"Yeah, I suppose it could. But, I think it's better this way, since you get to enjoy the buildup more - and the subtlties are nice."

"Mmm, you might be right. I'll have to pay more attention and see."

Sam squeezed and stroked, carefulling pumping Danny. There was no one else in the room at the moment, but he could hear Jake and his dad in the next room, and Ronnie talking to someone down the hall - they wouldn't want to get too carried away.

Danny made a little "Humphh" sound when Sam rubbed his thumb over his slit, spreading the precum around. He pressed his thigh harder against Sam's, whether to stop or encourage him, Sam wasn't sure. He stopped, just in case Danny had changed his mind.

"I'm getting kinda bored of this move, honestly. Wanna go do something else?"

Sam grinned, trying to appear happy but not too happy - he was pretty sure he failed at that, but Josh only gave him a slightly weird look in passing, used to his little brother's eccentricities that near matched his own.

"Yeah, me too. Why don't I show you that new album I got - I know you said it didn't seem like your style but I really think you'll like it."

"Okay," Danny nodded, standing up and keeping the blanket with him, haphazardly folded over his arm in front of his crotch. "I'll try it out. I have a feeling I'll really like it, actually, I'm more open to new experiences now than when you first suggested it."

Sam stood up, too, subtly removing his hand from Danny's front and wrapping his arm around his waist. He guided them over to the stairs and up to his room, turning to lock the door behind them as soon as they both entered.

Danny had dropped the blanket on the floor, and was standing there, staring at Sam, with his pants still hanging open and his hard cock jutting out.

Sam was fucking ecstatic- this was a way better reaction than he'd thought he'd get, but man did that plan pay off. He nearly sprinted over to his record player, picking up a new (ly purchased, but really old) album and putting it on. He didn't know who had heard their conversation, but he wanted to make it seem like they really were just listening to music.

And, the smooth Jazz also helped to sound out the quiet sounds of Sam's hand stroking Danny and their mouths meeting in a passionate French kiss.

Danny broke away, resting his forehead against Sam's and snorting. "Nice music choice, really sets the mood."

Sam shrugged, blushing a bit. "I wasnt necessarily going for this, I just grabbed a record from my stack of new ones."

In truth, he felt like it set a perfect mood, but he didn't wanna say that. This was all cool and fun - making out with his best friend and giving him a hand job, totally normal! - but to try and be romantic? Sam didn't know how far Danny wanted to take this, or if he was just curious about getting off with a guy for a change.

"I like it," Danny whispered, going back in for another kiss.

He tangled their tongues again, but it was slower - more exploratory now that they had gotten the frantic 'Oh my god come here I need to taste you' first kiss out of the way. Danny cupped one hand around the back of Sam's neck, holding him close while he took control of the kiss. Sam let him, of fucking course.

Danny's other hand, Sam realized, was following much the same journey his had earlier - from his thigh, up to tickle the insides, then to squeeze at Sam's own erection trapped in his skinny jeans.

He hadn't expected this - or, at least, had tried not to get his hopes up. Sam would have been satisfied with the one experience of getting Danny to cum, he really would have, but he desired a whole lot more.

Apparently, Danny was going to reciprocate and give that to him. Sam's jeans were undone and he was taken out - no underwear, of course - taken into the warm expanse of Danny's strong hands.

Sam moaned, luckily drowned put by a blast of saxophone from the record player, and bucked his hips against Danny. His best friend smiled against his mouth, stroking Sam in the same rhythm he was being worked.

Their cocks lined up, hands brushing eachother on each upstroke and sticky heads poking against each other's happy trails. Sam looked down at them, couldn't tear his eyes away; this was a bajillion times more interesting than whatever movie they had been watching.

It seemed like the next logical thing to do was to do this together, all the way, when they were so close. So, Sam opened his hand and grabbed his own cock, jerking him and Danny together.

His bestie groaned, biting at his shoulder. He grabbed them, too, making a tunnel out of their hands which they could fuck.

"Oh, oh my god," Sam panted, pumping his hips into their hands and feeling the friction of Danny's soft skin and hard calluses working all around him.

Danny moaned in agreement, moving faster. He moved his other hand from Sam's neck to the small of his back, holding his body while he shuddered and bucked against him.

Sam felt it - that rush of hot, sticky, stringy goo spurting forth from Danny, coating their tunnel and lubricating the almost-too-much friction they had going. He ground his hips in little circles, shoving his face into Danny's neck and breathing in his scent - and them he came, too.

Holy fucking shit. They just had sex! Sam was grinning so hard his face hurt, and, better yet, Danny was wearing the same expression.

They laughed against each other, filled with endorphins and exhaustion all at once. Sam removed his hand, too sensitive now, and Danny did the same.

He looked down, studying the semen that covered his palm and wrist. "That's hot. That was so fucking hot, man..."

Danny nodded, grabbing at Sam's hand and bringing it up to his mouth, tentatively licking it.

"This hotter?"

Sam sighed, watching Danny take another taste. "Maybe. I dunno, all of that was sexy as fuck. You're sexy, shit. I wasn't sure you wouldn't sock me for trying that."

Danny hummed, running his tongue up and down Sam's sticky wrist. "I was definitely startled, but it was weird: like, I knew what you were doing and I knew that should of freaked me out but it didn't. I was just super excited to be doing something so... dirty."

"Ooh, Daniel, such a bad boy," Sam teased.

Danny smiled and shook his head, leaning in to kiss Sam again. Sam moaned when he tasted himself - Danny - themselves, both of them - in his mouth. It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted, sensory speaking, but the knowledge that he and Danny were sharing their cum in a kiss .. dead, he had died and gone to heaven.

"Fuck, okay can we have movie night like every night?" Danny asked, searching Sam's eyes for the answer to the real question.

"Yeah, every night. Anytime, all day, I don't care, just wanna do that again."

Danny grinned, kissing Sam's throat and running his hand down Sam's abdomen on the racetrack to round two.

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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Sam: Yeah, we’re friends, but I would f*ck you if you asked

Danny: What?

Sam: What?

Josh, not looking up from a book: You said you would f*ck him if he asked.

#I'm jumping in this bandwagon #sanny #samxdanny #incorrect gvf quotes #incorrect quotes #gvf #Greta Van fleet #sam kiszka #danny wagner #greta van meme #josh kiszka

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insannywestan · 4 years

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I was looking for a pic, I clicked on this and

DAMN FUCKING RIGHT

#sanny #in sanny we stan #sam wagner #sam wagner kiszka #danny wagner #danny kiszka #danny kiszka wagner #sam kiszka #sam gvf #danny gvf #gvf #greta van fleet #samxdanny #sanny gvf #picture #meme #gvf meme

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planetmarze2021 · 3 years

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Danny phantom @butchhartman #butchhartmandraws #bunsenisabeast #butchhartman #butchhartmanstyle #hartfanart #hartfanartgoghostagain #goingghost #goingghostagain #dannyphantom #sammason #dannyandsam #samxdanny #tuffpuppy #thefairlyoddparents #cosmoandwanda #timmyturner https://www.instagram.com/p/CR-fvctDFnt/?utm_medium=tumblr

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ap-kinda-lit · 7 years

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Sam: If there are any spirits here, give me a sign.

Ouija Board: S-E-N-D-N-U-D-E-S

Sam: Not funny, Danny.

#danny phantom #phandom #Sam #Danny #samxdanny #ouija board #funny

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constellaj · 3 years

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🔥valerie x danny?

cute potentially but trash in most execution. val is a complex and multifaceted character and it hinders her ability for growth and realization if she never gets to find out dannys secret identity. not to mention that tying a lot of her tangible plot to danny reduces her capacity to be a unique and separate character. the ship on its own feels less like it wouldve evolved organically and more like writers desperately trying to drum up drama for the show. hehehoho imagine the Wacky Shenanigans if danny has to DAAAATE his VILLAIN?? WHAAAAAAAAT???. it’s more of a narrative device for a couple episodes that couldve worked out just as well if they had only wanted to be friends. (valxdanny is ten times more valid than samxdanny though, as epitomized in “did you know he wants to be an astronaut/did you know she’s a blackbelt.” that’s genuinely wholesome writing).

valxdanny sets the audience up for a lot of potential regarding character development (val learning danny’s secret, danny’s lesson in Life Lessons hinting at this, etc) and then throws it aside because the status quo can’t be allowed to change regarding who knows whos identity. danny knowing val’s identity but val not knowing danny’s is not only kinda dumb (hearing a voice vs seeing the exact same face?), but it gives a power imbalance in their dynamic that makes me kind of uncomfortable; danny has all this information that val doesn’t get about danny. danny should reveal himself to val to make things even if he actually wants to date her, and the fact that he doesnt just doesnt sit right w me. so much of val’s character development (when she gets it; I still don’t buy what a lot of fandom says about her growth as actually happening past shades of gray) hinges on danny, when it doesn’t have to, and untethering them might allow her to grow even more.

overall this ship is like, The Only heterosexual ship in danny phantom that is allowed to exist, but it feels like it was built to be shallow and then never does anything to refute that claim

#ask #danny phantom #Anonymous

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Part 3!!! You can read the summary here in part 1 if you’ve missed it

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash for the silly girls only okay

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, sexual content, oral (m receiving), slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, third person POV Jake. Danny, and Sam, restaurant AU, brief talk about sexuality, hand jobs, edging

Word count: 8.8k

Danny hardly expected Jake to be up when he awoke, let alone smell him cooking up a breakfast downstairs.

He redressed into his dirty work uniform, feeling uncomfortable in the now wrinkled shirt and slacks but not really having another option. Hopefully Sam would still be asleep when he got home so he wouldn’t have to be seen sneaking back inside wearing the same clothes.

Trying not to think about what happened last night after he went to bed, Danny gathered up the borrowed clothes and towel, and eased his way down the stairs. The sound of metal utensils beating against mixing bowls and a bluesey playlist filling the entire first level of the apartment.

The end of the stairs deposited him in the living room. He could see the front door, could make a quick break, but as he smelled the food coming from the kitchen his stomach growled.

Along with the temptation of food, Danny didn’t want to just leave without thanking Jake once more for letting him crash. It also wouldn’t hurt to just check in on how he was feeling. See how he was handling the first morning waking up without Josh living here with him.

Still trying to remain undetected, he slipped into the kitchen, but instead of taking a left, he took a right into the joint laundry room and stuffed everything from his arms into the halfway full washer.

“Morning Danny-o” Jake called out to him in a chipper voice. Danny turned around slowly, flashing the best innocent smile he could muster.

Jake was leaned over a pot on the stove, and Danny moved forward so he could watch him pull out a pair of perfectly poached eggs, carefully placing them on the plates he’d set out.

“What are you doing up so early? And cooking what?” His eyes examined the countertops, taking in all the bits of ingredients Jake had pulled out to complete his meal. “Eggs Benedict? You made the sauce?”

“You made the sauce?” Jake repeated him in a mocking tone, clapping his shoulder as he moved past him to grab the pepper grinder. “Of course I made it, who do you think I am?”

Jake was sporting a cocky smile, humming and tapping his foot along with the songs that came on as he assembled two perfect sandwiches. One for him and one for Danny.

Graciously taking the plate Jake offered him, he followed the chef through the kitchen and into the small dining area at the end. “You seem like you’re in a good mood?”

“Well I slept like a rock” Jake replied with a chuckle as they sat together. “Went to bed feeling real relaxed. Thanks for that” he sent Danny a wink, his smile still shining in his eyes, reflecting a twinkle from the morning sun shining through the large bay window the table was situated in front of.

Danny’s face flushed, stuffing his mouth with the food to hide his embarrassment but ending up making a huge mess with the runny egg. Jake laughed now, shaking his head and looking away so Danny could clean himself up without being watched.

“I meant to be the one thanking you” Danny spoke up when he swallowed his overzealous bite, not even able to relish in the taste yet because he was so flustered, and he didn’t know why. “So, umm, thanks for letting me stay here”.

“Mhmm” Jake hummed, looking at Danny’s plate, then him, then back down to his plate, trying to get Danny to take a hint and shut up so he could eat the breakfast he’d made for him.

Danny took the hint the wrong way though, thinking Jake meant he had more to thank him for. “Oh! And thank you for the food! You’re a really great cook Jake”.

“I know” Jake replied, trying to sound cool and confident, but developing a slight blush of his own. “Now eat it before it gets cold you big dork”.

After they’d both finished, Jake collected both the plates and brought them back into the kitchen. “Let me clean up a bit then we will get going”. He set the plates in the sink, Danny helping him collect the pot and other used items.

“You don’t have to take me home. I was going to order an Uber or something” it sounded weird, impersonal, when he said his plan out loud. Like he was just some random Jake had picked up. Then he found his mind wandering to the conversation they’d had last night. Jake had picked up some randoms before, he was experienced. Had he brought them here? When Josh still lived with him? Or had he agreed to go back to theirs?

“It’s no bother” Jake replied as he washed up the dishes and set them aside to dry, knowing Danny’s reservations were based off of his ridiculous ideas that he was somehow intruding. Even if he didn’t tell him directly, he was glad Danny had come over, even if it was just to escape Sam and his nightly escapades with Savanna. Danny had been around for a long time. Highschool, parties, birthdays, holidays, Danny and his family were always invited. He had started off as Sam’s friend, being closest to him in age, but eventually Josh and Jake had taken to Danny just as well.

“I’ve got to go up to the restaurant for a bit today. I can drop you off on the way, give Sammy a nice little wake up call”.

“Umm, yeah I’d appreciate a ride, but I wasn’t exactly going to tell Sam where I was. Thinking it will be better to keep him guessing than trying to get any ideas”. Danny was avoiding eye contact, trying to laugh off his obvious nerves. Jake was starting to grow weary of Danny being so nervous around him, he was never like that before. At first it was cute, Jake was definitely one to tease anyways, but the mention of not even being seen together around Sam sounded over the top.

Wasn’t Jake just as much Danny’s friend now as he was Sam’s? What was the big deal if they hung out alone together? Well, besides the new found burning desire to consume him, body and soul.

Danny on the other hand knew Sam too well. He knew even something as simple as staying the night and getting a ride home would bring on a flood of never ending questioning. Even with as close as he had gotten to the twins, he and Sam had a special connection that sometimes left Sam being possessive. Usually Danny didn’t mind, he liked being needed like that, but lately his situation had grown more complicated, and he didn’t want to find himself hurting either party’s feelings.

As he noticed Jake's good mood begin to slip, he thought perhaps he was being a little too cautious. He did care about Jake; he was easy to be around, gentle in all the ways that mattered, while also having an edge and an air of confidence that made Danny want to explore boundaries like he never had before. Jake was his guide in this endeavor and he trusted him even more than he did before last week.

“On second thought, maybe I should come up with something?” Jake peaked over his shoulder to see Danny leaned up against the counter behind him. “I mean if we’re going to be spending more time together, then we should have a good cover story”.

There was a heavy shift in the air that turned Jake's mood back around and got him riled up again. “Oh yeah? Spending more time together? Whatever for?”

Jake started to walk away, going to retrieve his keys so they could get on their way, but Danny managed to snatch him by the waist and pull him down onto him. With his back pressed against Danny’s front, Jake made a mediocre effort of trying to squirm away, but really he was only enjoying wiggling his ass, pushing back into him even further until Danny settled him with a firm grip on his hip.

“As I recall, you’re too busy to find other people to fuck. So yes, I do expect us to be spending some more time together. Unless you were just using that excuse to get me into your room?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He reached up and cupped the back of Danny’s neck, pulling him down to give him a swift peck before successfully breaking away when the shock of his action left Danny stunned.

Although he was in the mood to hang around and see where this took them, they really did need to get going if he wanted to get the inventory done before the restaurant started to get busy.

Danny trailed behind him, back out the kitchen and through the living room while Jake questioned if his impulsive little kiss was okay or not. Sure the teasing and flirting seemed to be coming rapid fire from both sides, but they hadn’t kissed outside of being intimate. He didn’t know what ground they stood on, what was acceptable and what was off limits.

By the time they made it out the door though he felt good about it. Not like it meant anything, but more like they were in a place to be able to platonically show affection at least while it was just the two of them.

Sam was still stone cold when he heard his door creak open. He remembered telling Savanna she could stay the night but then promptly passed out from the rounds they went.

He didn't, however, remember Danny coming home last night. Assuming it was just his best friend checking in, he didn’t move or notice the figure sneaking through his room.

“I swear if you are naked under these sheets Sammy I’m going to have to strangle you” the voice of none other than his overbearing older brother jokingly threatened him before he was attacked in his own bed.

“What the fuck Jake!” Sam yelled, opening his eyes to see the grown ass man hovering over him as Sam tried to twist onto his back underneath him so his arms could attempt to throw the shorter one off.

They fought with each other for a few minutes until Jake pulled his pillow out from under his head and used it to playfully smother him until Sam was tapping out. Sam slapped at Jake’s elbow in their agreed upon surrender after multiple childhood fights just like this had gotten too out of control and left the brothers actually fuming mad at each other.

When Jake removed the pillow he tossed his head to the side, gasping for air, a blurry image of Danny standing in the doorway with his arms crossed watching the whole thing with a stupid smile on his face.

“You just let him come in here and catch me off guard like that?!” He whined at his friend, not yet putting two and two together yet.

“Yep, I was enjoying watching you get put in your place. It was about time it happened actually” he chuckled, kicking one foot over the other casually.

“Yeah Sammy, you’ve been a little too cocky recently. So Daniel here asked me to come over and teach you a lesson” Jake joined in the conversation as he moved to stand up off the bed.

“What did I do to either of you?” Sam retrieved his blanket that Jake had ripped off his barely clothed body before jumping on him, and tossed it back over himself so he could attempt to go back to sleep.

“Alright kids, I’ve got to get going” Sam pretended to close his eyes, but cautiously peaked as Jake rounded his bed and made his way towards the door, just in case he tried anything again. Danny straightened up, removing his shoulder from the frame to let his brother pass. “See you around” Jake spoke just above a whisper, before squeezing his arm as he slipped by. The interaction wasn’t at all suspicious, but the look in Danny’s eye as he watched him leave was.

“Where were you last night?” Sam questioned before he could walk off.

“I crashed at Jake’s last night. He's teaching me a few things at the restaurant to help out Kimberly. Invited me over for a few beers, it got late and I ended up passing out on the couch”. Danny replied rather quickly, like he’d rehearsed what he’d say if asked where he was.

“Help out Kim?” Sam heard the front door open and close so he let his guard down, sitting up in the bed since he was wide awake now. “You tryin’ to impress her or something? If you like her I can just ask Savanna to put in a good word for you”. He cocked a smile. Danny was usually too bashful and modest to make his move on girls so Sam would sometimes step in and use his skills to break the ice for him. He was just a good wingman like that, always helping his friend get laid.

“Not everyone is trying to sleep with their boss, thanks though” Danny scoffed and turned to leave.

“Whatever man, Kim’s hot though I wouldn’t blame you!” Sam called after him.

Danny sighed, well at least Sam didn’t seem too concerned about the staying with Jake part, but now he would have to deal with being teased about Kim. He only hoped Sam wouldn’t try to meddle too much and just let it be.

Learning inventory was not Jake's favorite. Sure, he’d helped back at home, but the family restaurant was much smaller, with a more simple menu that hardly ever changed, so it was easier to stay on top of things. Here it was more complicated, more diverse and expensive products to account for and multiple different area managers involved in keeping everything in order and accounted for.

He hadn’t realized Savanna was going to be in early today too. She didn’t seem to be helping much though. Mostly just socializing with the other managers which was annoying to watch so Jake buried himself in the work and the long list of products to look for and count.

About two hours in and nearing the end of his list Jake noticed some discrepancies on multiple different items for the bar and dining room. Since those were not his areas of expertise he decided to check in with the respective managers, looking around for Kimberly to start with since she was much easier to deal with.

When he couldn’t find her he sighed in defeat, knowing he’d have to check in with Savanna instead. He attempted to approach her kindly at first, showing her the clipboard in his hand with the page covered in red marks noting the errors.

“Hey, can you take a look at these for me? I’ve counted what we have a few times and the physical isn’t matching what we have on record”. Jake flipped over a few pages to check and see who had closed the past few nights and saw it was Savanna. Well, at least he was trying to bring this directly to her attention now rather than turning the paperwork in and letting her get spoken to about it later. Maybe there was a reason for there to be a few things missing and they could resolve it right then and there.

“Oh, don’t worry, I'll take care of it” she barely glanced down at the papers, practically brushing him off.

Trying not to get irritated, Jake tried to bring it to her attention again, a little less subtle this time. “Is there a reason you’re not closing out the bar with the correct numbers? I didn’t see anything on the waste log for the past few nights either. Maybe Sam isn’t getting everything written down to be logged in?”

Savanna scoffed, propping her hands up on her hips as she paused the frivolous task she was doing to turn and snap at Jake. “I said I’ll take care of it. Why are you even doing the inventory? You’re not a manager”.

Jake bit the inside of his cheek. There were many things he wanted to reply to her with, most of which weren’t relevant to the current conversation, so he decided to continue to keep them to himself. Especially because he got the feeling she was lashing out at him mostly because she was a manager and he wasn’t, yet they trusted him to take care of these things.

“Also, I am Sam’s manager so I will handle him. Just because you’re his brother doesn’t mean you have any authority over him when he’s on my clock. Got it?” Jake's eyes darted around when she spoke, hoping there weren’t many others around listening in on their conversation since he tried to keep the fact that he and Sam were related under wraps.

He was fuming by this point. Feeling absolutely belittled and disrespected, but he knew starting something with her now wouldn’t be the wisest move.

“Sure, whatever you say” he seethed and left her to her own devices. If she continued making mistakes like this then it would surely catch up to her soon enough, and maybe then she would realize how she could have used his help to fix it instead of pushing him away.

Jake made his last few notes before heading into the office where he found the kitchen manager and the hospitality director discussing next week's specials.

“Speaking of, here’s your little protégé you have doing all your work for you”. Joe, the director, chortled trying to make it seem like they’d been talking about Jake. It was no secret that after working nearly two decades together the director and the kitchen manager were close friends.

Shortly after Jake started at the restaurant the kitchen manager had suddenly announced he planned on retiring which sent everyone into a bit of a tizzy speculating if the director would retire soon too, and who would take over.

Since then, neither had set a date, only now they tended to take the mentoring approach versus doing most of the work themselves, and Jake had been one of the few that the kitchen manager had somehow decided to take under his wing.

“Here’s the inventory spreadsheet” Jake handed the clipboard to his boss then started to back away towards the door hoping they wouldn’t decide to bring him into a long winded conversation.

“Excellent work as always Mr. Kiszka!” The director praised him as the kitchen manager glanced over the lists. Jake noticed his scanning eyes seemed to stop over the third page, the one he’d tried to discuss with Savanna. He must have noticed the variance documented, but he didn’t say anything in the moment.

“How is it you got such a good young man? It takes most of those blockheads in the kitchen years to start showing the level of discipline he does”.

Jake's manager shrugged his shoulders, setting the clipboard down on the corner of the directors desk and sat back in his chair again. He was always his friend's quiet counterpart, and Jake liked that about him.

“My family runs a small restaurant back at home. I’ve just been in the business for a long time” Jake chose to speak up.

He took a moment to look Jake over, his hair was down since he wasn’t in the kitchen today, in his pair of old torn up blue jeans with the patches over the knees and the t-shirt he’d thrown on. “Ah I see! That reminds me” he turned back to his friend, “he’s got too many hours of PTO left for it nearing the end of the year soon”.

The kitchen manager nodded in agreement and glanced in Jake's direction. He didn’t even have to say anything, Jake already got the message.

“Heard, I’ll let you know by the end of the week”.

His boss nodded and went back to discussing a menu change. Jake took that as his queue to back out the door and take his leave. On his way out he noticed Savanna had been watching the door to the office for him to appear. Her eyes locked with his for a moment while she tried to read off of him if he’d said anything to the director. He let her worry, sending her a smirk that made her face burn red. He’d probably hear it from Sam later about treating Savanna nicely, but right now he didn’t care.

Once Jake made it back home he looked over his calendar in his phone, weighing which week he should take off. He already had one week scheduled for their yearly family trip back home to Michigan, but even with that he still had enough time for a second.

He thought about what he might want to do with this time, thinking a week at home alone sounded heavenly and like hell all in one. Then an idea struck him. He swiped out of the calendar and pulled up a browser to search for flights to New York. There was a week coming up that was cheaper than all the others so he went ahead and bought some plane tickets then messaged his boss the dates.

The next day Jake tried to settle into his couch in the early evening after completing his todo list of day off chores. The kitchen was cleaner than the day he’d moved in, all his laundry was washed and put away. He even pulled the vacuum out, that having always been Josh’s job since Jake hated vacuuming, but now he had no choice but to do it himself.

He had kept himself busy for the majority of the day, enjoying the quiet paired with his selection of music, while also hating it at the same time.

You couldn’t be over-stimulated easily working in kitchens. It was close working quarters, constantly bumping into people, squeezing through bodies, talking over others, all while sweating from the heat radiating off the ovens, stoves, and heat lamps. That being said, Jake treasured his time off.

He lived in a quiet neighborhood, in a nice apartment complex where he got along with all his neighbors. It was the closest place to feeling like he was still back at home, living in the country instead of the big city, and there was always Josh, his family, his own twin there to comfort him.

Now he was alone in his apartment, and it felt like anything but home.

The apartment still looked the same. Same furniture, same smells, same quiet. Only it was half empty. No yoga mat rolled up at the door ready to be carried out early in the morning. No frazadas tossed over the back of the couch, their colorful patterns brightening up the space. No assortment of teas displayed in a rotating wire rack on the kitchen counter.

Josh’s door, which was usually always open and inviting, was now shut and hiding its emptiness within. Jake still imagined instead that it was filled with tapestries and mountains of clothes.

Josh called earlier on in the morning, right in the middle of Jake clearing out the fridge, but he paused to talk with him. He enjoyed hearing the excitement in his brother's voice when he recounted all he’d been able to work on.

“You’ve got to come to New York brother! You’ll hate Times Square, it’s full of tourists and pushy street performers, but West Village. Jake, the food scene in Manhattan is unparalleled”.

“You know just how to speak my language”. Jake chuckled.

He hadn’t told him yet that he’d already booked plane tickets, hoping to surprise him closer to the date.

Although Jake wanted to talk to his brother again, he knew from their conversation earlier that he would be busy. Still, he pulled out his phone and selected another contact. The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail.

Jake sighed, he didn’t usually randomly call people, but he was feeling lonely and needy. Scrolling up through his contact list that consisted mostly of coworkers and the occasional friend from school, he selected another name from the list and hit call.

This time it rang twice before the other end picked up with a surprised “Hello?”

“Hey, I tried calling Sam, he didn’t answer” Jake started, trying to make it sound like he’d only called to check on his younger brother.

“He’s at work” Danny replied softly, his voice filling Jake’s ear with a familiar easing warmth. “Did you need something? I can try to get a hold of him for you”.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing. I just talked to Josh this morning. I thought he’d like to hear he’s doing well”.

“That is good to hear” Danny replied. Of course, Jake didn’t stop to think that maybe Danny would enjoy an update on Josh just as much as Sam would have. Although Sam surely clued Danny in on everything without Jake having to speak to him, it was still nice to hear the enthusiasm from him directly.

“Sorry, did I bother you?”

“No, of course not. I was just finishing up some homework, about to figure out something for dinner”.

Having stayed so busy throughout the better half of the day, Jake hadn’t even realized until now that he hadn’t stopped to eat anything and that he was actually starving. “Now that you mention it, I’ve got a lot of veggies I need to use before they start going bad. I was thinking about making a pasta primavera”.

“Cooking on your day off? I was just going to grab some takeaway from around the block but that honestly sounds a lot better”. Danny let out a breathy laugh then fell silent.

Jake thought maybe Danny was waiting for an invitation. He certainly wasn’t going to invite himself again so soon. “Well, why don’t you just come over instead? The recipe will make more than I can eat myself anyways, and I’ll give you some to take back to Sam for when he gets off. I know he’s usually a ravenous dog looking for a meal after his shift”.

Danny waited a moment to respond, trying to not sound too eager about accepting. “Let me finish this up real quick and I’ll be there in about 30?”

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll see you then”. He hung up the phone, a pleased smile spreading across his face at the idea of some company. Finding his energy regained, he hopped off the couch and headed into the kitchen to start prepping the arrangement of random vegetables he had leftover from other dishes.

He synced his phone back up to the speaker in the living room and turned it up loud enough to hear it in the kitchen, but not too loud that it would disturb any of his neighbors and got to work.

Thirty minutes went by quickly and a notification pinged through the music, Danny was on his way.

The sauce was simmering on the stove, just waiting to be married with the pasta he had picked up at his favorite market in town last week. As he waited for Danny’s arrival, he stood on his tippy toes looking into the cupboard full of glasses to try and figure out what drinks to prepare for dinner.

Wine would go well with the dish, but Jake thought that felt a little too date-y. Next to the wine glasses were a few tumblrs which reminded him of a nice bottle of whiskey he’d found at Josh’s party and hidden away in his room.

Bringing the glasses out, he set them on the counter and left the kitchen to retrieve the stolen bottle. As soon as he found it and started back down the stairs, a subtle knock sounded from the front door.

“Hey, come on in, I was just about to finish the pasta. Stopped to get this first” Jake flashed Danny the bottle of whisky as he stepped to the side and let him enter his apartment.

“It smells really good in here” Danny smiled but waited for Jake to lead the way.

Jake smiled back at the compliment and found that his heart was thumping in his chest for no apparent reason. Maybe he’d make his drink a double to curb that unnecessary effect.

They ate dinner in the dining room just like they had breakfast the morning before. Danny talked for a little while about the class he had earlier in the day until he stopped to ask Jake how his day had gone.

“Pretty uneventful, just cleaned up a bit. Not going to lie, I didn’t realize how empty the apartment would feel without all of Josh’s stuff crowding up the place” Jake replied with a sigh concealed by a chuckle.

Danny looked around, not having noticed a real difference until Jake mentioned it. “Well, I guess that just means you need to add some more of your own decorative touches”.

Jake thought about it for a moment, he definitely had his own style and interests, but he’d never felt the need to extend his personal touch past the confines of his bedroom. “I don’t know. I don’t plan on staying here much longer, so getting more stuff would only make moving down the line more of a hassle”.

Danny seemed surprised by the response, setting his fork down and sitting up in the chair. “Moving? You plan on moving?” Of course this was news to him. It wasn’t like he and Jake had often talked about life goals together, but Jake didn’t expect him to seem so invested in the question.

“I mean I’m not staying at the restaurant forever. When I talked to Josh this morning he made it sound like he was having a really good time in New York. I'm planning on going to visit him soon and the idea of traveling sort of got stuck in my head. I think when Sam finally graduates I’m going to try and get a job cooking for a cruise line or something. Sure, cooking the same old meals over and over again will get monotonous, but getting to see all the ports and the open sea, that sounds like it would be pretty cool to do for a while”.

“I see…” Danny was quiet, unsure about how to respond to Jake's unexpected revelation. He knew how he should react, happy and excited for his friend, but some other opposite feeling was preventing him from that and he didn’t know why. Instead he just picked his fork back up and finished the last few bites of his pasta.

When Jake saw he was finished, he stood to collect the dishes and rinsed them off in the sink before turning his attention to the glasses he’d set out.

“Do you want some ice?” He looked over his shoulder to see Danny still sitting at the table, lost in thought.

Danny snapped out of his head, standing to meet Jake at the counter. “I’ll have it however you’re taking yours”.

“Room temp it is then” Jake replied, over pouring the glasses with a smirk. It wasn’t very gentleman-like or the way a good host served drinks, but he needed to feel a little tipsy and didn’t want to be drinking a huge glass alone. This could be payback for the shitty mixed drink Danny tried to give him that night in his room.

There it was, Jake was thinking about Danny in a way he shouldn’t again. He had done so well staying focused throughout dinner. Calmly listening to Danny talk and keeping his mind from wandering as he watched his dusty pink lips move and the way his fingers clasped together in front of his face while he momentarily stopped eating to tell a funny story. Jake couldn’t even remember what the story was about, but he’d laughed along with Danny anyways.

Jake's eyes darted around, the thumping feeling in his chest returning as he scrambled to figure out what to do now that they were done eating. They found the small LED clock above the stove, it was still an hour to closing and even longer until Sam would be off. “I was actually starting a movie when I called earlier. Would you want to stay and watch it with me?”

“Is it a scary movie?” Danny responded with his brows furrowed, taking a sip from the glass which caused his brows to raise instead. He took a look at the bottle, reading the label with a pleased nod.

Jake tried the whiskey too, and it was a really good bottle. He hoped it wasn’t one Sam had gotten from the restaurant, but nonetheless he was glad he was the one enjoying it, and with Danny. “No, it’s not, although I can find a scary movie to watch if that’s what you want”.

He turned around and left for the living room, Danny following behind him with a quick “no, no thank you”.

The TV had stayed on this whole time, Jake having forgotten to turn it off since he was excited to start dinner, so all he had to do was pick up the remote and press play. He’d only made it about fifteen minutes into the movie, but he still explained all that had happened to Danny as they settled next to each other on the couch, glasses in hand and enough space between the two of them for a whole other person.

They made it another good twenty or so minutes into the movie when Jake realized he’d already finished his glass. “Need a top off?” He asked, pointing towards Danny’s barely touched drink.

“No, I’m alright, still need to drive”.

Jake left to refill his, feeling a bit dejected by the reminder that Danny was probably leaving after the movie ended. He wondered how long the movie was, he couldn’t remember noticing when he selected it. Honestly, he couldn’t really focus on the movie at all. From what he did catch, it seemed like something he’d be really interested in, but he was a bit too distracted by his companion sitting just out of reach.

He returned before too long, but chose to take a seat just a little bit closer this time.

He couldn’t tell if Danny noticed the slight change in proximity, so he continued to stare at the screen, trying to take in the flashing images without much success.

“I’m sorry, I should have been more excited for you” Danny spoke, startling Jake who had no idea what he was talking about. “When you said you wanted to move and travel, I didn’t sound very excited, and I’m sorry. I’m happy for you Jake, really” Danny turned ever so slightly to face him, their knees barely brushing against each other.

“I guess hearing about your plans just made me realize I have no idea what I’m going to do after I graduate. Travel? That sounds perfect, but first Josh leaves, now you’re going to leave, what about Sam?” He trailed off, trying to find his train of thought and organize everything he had going on. He’d been thinking about this since they sat back down, so there was so much he was still trying to sort out.

“So, this is about Sam?” Jake was trying to follow Danny’s rambling, but he couldn’t help but be reminded that Sam was Danny’s love, not him.

“No, well a little in a way. It’s just we all stuck together when we moved to Nashville, I can’t imagine drifting apart in just a year from now. You guys have all meant so much to me, each in your own ways. You’re all brothers, so you will always stick together, but what about me? What am I supposed to do alone?”

That heartfelt admission struck a nerve with Jake. He’d spent all day feeling nothing but alone, so he sympathized with the fear laced in Danny’s voice.

He reached over and took Danny’s drink from his hand, setting both of their glasses down on the table in front of them before sitting back and letting his hand rest on Danny’s knee. “You’re family Danny and we love you. Just because you don’t know what you’re going to do after graduation doesn’t mean you have anything to be afraid of”. He gave his knee a squeeze and offered a gentle smile, “the possibilities are endless really. You can take some time off and travel, work odd jobs until you find out what calls to you. Stay with Sam, keep him out of trouble for me”.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay with him like that, Jake”. The conversation took a turn and the inner struggles Danny was dealing with came to light in what he felt was an intimately safe space. “Recently I’ve just felt so frustrated at him. At first I tried to figure out what had changed, if he’d said something or done something to piss me off, but then I realized he hadn’t done anything. Sam hasn’t changed at all, I have. I’m changing and I don’t know what to do about it”.

“What’s changing Danny?” He could tell that he was stressed about this, but he couldn’t help but press him further. Jake needed to know what was affecting him, and if he had anything to do with it.

Danny took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what was really on his mind. “I- I think I like guys. Not all guys, just a few, but I mean, in the same way I like some girls… if that makes sense?” he ran his palm down his face, sighing in frustration.

Jake stared him down, Danny’s eyes were as wide as saucers, horrified that he’d admitted that and Jake was speechless. Finally Jake erupted in laughter, he couldn’t help it, but Danny’s being so innocent and confused after all they had already done together left Jake hysterical.

“Whatever made you think that? Having sex with me or being in love with my brother?”

Danny rolled his eyes and pushed his shoulder. Yes he realized that he’d already had sex with another guy, but one experience didn’t make you a full fledged gay did it? If so, how many times would?

“Sam and I have been really close for a very long time, you know that, and for the longest time it felt like enough. Just being there for him, being his best friend”.

“You’re right I do love him, I think I always will no matter what, but now I want more. I want to go on dates, cuddle without feeling like I’m hiding something, be all lovey-dovey”. He sighed again, already feeling defeated . “Do you think he will ever love me back?”

Jake was speechless once more. Looking at him he couldn’t see how anyone female or male could resist his god-like appeal. Danny was a catch, and he thought Sam sometimes took him for granted. He tried to choose his next words carefully, but before he could give him any sort of insight he needed to know something else.

He pulled his hand back and created some space between them again, sitting back into the armrest of the couch while still remaining turned towards him. “Danny, you don’t regret anything we’ve done do you?” He wouldn’t blame him if he did, Jake knew how messy this could get before his drunk self decided to say fuck it and literally fucked him anyways.

Danny’s expression changed from that of uncertainty to something more tender. “Regret? No, not at all. Do I feel guilty? Maybe a little”. Danny made a move this time, pulling one of his legs onto the couch until he was leaning on his knee and reaching over to brush his fingertips against Jake's cheekbone.

“Only because you’re just so tempting all the time. I can’t be around you anymore without thinking about touching you,” his hand sprawled out as it smoothed down Jake's jaw and neck, slipping underneath the stretched out collar of his cut up tshirt, “and kissing you”. He creeped further forward, until the tip of his nose was bumping against Jake’s and he let his voice fall into a soft volume just above a whisper.

Jake inhaled shakily, because he’d felt the same since the moment Danny walked through his front door. “I think Sam would be the biggest dumbass ever if he didn’t realize just how beautiful you are” he let his hand find purchase on Danny’s side, slipping it underneath the hem of his muscle shirt and dragging it along the burning skin, “and sexy”.

Danny shook his head, from side to side, some of his curly raven locks falling forward. Jake scooted his hips further down onto the couch until his groin came into contact with Danny’s knee between his legs. Letting Danny tower over him, he took his free hand and tucked the fallen strands behind his ear before pulling him down into a kiss.

“In the meantime, I’ll be here for you. I don’t want you to feel guilty about it though. I just want you to feel good”. Jake let his hand under Danny’s shirt circle around to his stomach, then grazed downwards until he was cupping him over his pants.

“Can I make you feel good Danny?”

He hummed, the touch not enough to elicit a moan from him, but the intention of it enough to grow the beginnings of an erection. The hand he had on Jake’s collar found its way back to his neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure as he leaned forward again. “Only if I can make you feel good too”.

“That sounds like a deal” Jake replied quickly, not wasting a breath as he started to unbuckle Danny’s belt already while Danny connected their lips again.

The sun had gone down causing a darkness to set in the living room. The movie they’d given up on watching tonight was nearing its end in the background, casting a glow over their bodies as they hastily stripped down to just their underwear.

“Jake?” Danny called out to him after he somehow found their positions reversed and Jake sprawled out on top of him trailing kisses all over his now exposed torso, his smaller stature fitting perfectly against Danny’s longer frame. “Will you fuck me this time? I want to know how it feels”.

Jake pulled back with a wild look in his eyes, like the invitation was almost too good to pass up on, but he reeled himself back in knowing Danny wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Danny bit his bottom lip, a slight hesitation but ultimately nodding his head yes.

“I’ll be right back. Take these off while I’m gone” Jake grabbed the elastic of his boxers and pulled them until they came snapping back against Danny’s golden hip then darted upstairs.

Danny’s pulse was racing as he followed Jake's instruction and discarded his last bit of clothing into the pile on the floor. Only now he was feeling a bit embarrassed, lying completely in the nude waiting for him to return .

Jake was back quickly with his little bottle of lube in hand. He had to briefly stop though, to admire the man that was spread out for him like thanksgiving dinner finally set on the table after having starved all day while cooking.

“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” He commented aloud while his eyes focused on every square inch of smooth tanned skin from his chest down to the tip of his toes and to the also dusty pink tip of his dick.

Danny blushed, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around Jake's waist and pull him back down onto him.

Jake cupped Danny’s face in his hands, feeling the way his jaw went slack when his tongue came out to glide across Danny’s bottom lip, coaxing his mouth to let him in. He took his time kissing Danny, letting their tongues dance over each other trying to get him completely relaxed and sure before he started anything else.

Finally, when he felt like Danny had been reduced to a breathless puddle underneath him, he pulled back perching onto his knees. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to say you will tell me to stop if it gets to be too much for you”.

A hint of fear flashed across Danny’s face, but when he looked into Jake’s tender eyes he knew there was nothing to be worried about. Jake would take care of him, always.

“I will” he agreed, watching in anticipation as Jake retrieved the lube and squeezed a small amount to begin with onto his palm. It was a slight surprise though when instead of heading right for his backside, Jake gently picked up Danny’s erection and began spreading the lube in his hand up and down the entirety of his shaft.

“Focus on what this hand is doing unless I tell you otherwise” Jake instructed him in a soft yet firm tone. Danny was holding back a tiny moan, but answered him with another nod of his head as he watched Jake work him over.

As soon as Danny rest his head back and let himself start to feel the pleasure from the handjob, Jake paused to squeeze another bit of lube onto his fingers, only this time the opposite hand.

“You have to relax, remember?” Jake spoke through a half smile, making Danny remember their first time together when their positions were reversed. A warm slightly wet pad of a finger pressed against Danny’s entrance.

Danny had to focus on mentally preparing himself for the touch to keep himself from flinching. Although Jake applied some pressure, he didn’t enter him just yet, quickening the motion in the hand wrapped around the front.

“Do as I said, focus on this hand not the other” he reminded Danny, a little more sternly this time with a tightening of his grip and adding a twisting motion as his fist came down against the base.

Danny choked back a moan, wiggling his hips in the slightest to ask for more of whatever Jake was doing with that hand before realizing he probably shouldn’t be moving around too much.

Then Jake started to add the first finger, little by little until he was just about all the way inside. Holding it there, he waited for Danny’s body to get used to the feeling, all the while continuing to pump his hand up and down. Fast and hard, followed by a few loose and slow where he drug his thumb over the tip causing Danny to sigh and groan.

“Jaaake” Danny breathed out in a lower register than his usual speaking voice. He knew what that meant, Danny was feeling good, and it wouldn’t be long until that coil in his stomach would be tightening.

He positioned another finger, just getting it ready for when Danny was nearing the edge.

“Are you close already?” His tone wasn’t teasing, or cocky, only needing to know so he could control Danny’s high. “Tell me if you’re close”.

“I am-” Danny groaned, his back picking up off the cushions so he could try and rock his hips into the tight fist “I’m close-”.

Jake stopped his stroking, but Danny's hand mindlessly flew down in an attempt to replace it and continue getting himself off. Jake slapped it away, “No, not yet. You still have another finger to take”.

A whimper escaped Danny’s parted lips as his body shivered from the lack of release. He felt Danny’s entrance fluttering against his second finger, and took that as his queue to start easing it in along with the first.

Danny did flinch this time, but didn’t cry out in pain, so Jake just dialed it back a bit and went even slower. “How are you feeling?” He checked in once he had the second all the way in.

“Like you just denied me an orgasm” Danny laughed nearly hysterically, his hand Jake had slapped away reaching up and running through his tangling hair as he blinked up at the ceiling. Well he was laughing, could be a lot worse, so Jake took that as a win.

“Yeah, and I’m going to do it again” he resumed the hand job, the mixture of residual lube and precum keeping Danny well coated and his hand gliding.

Then together he worked his fingers inside of him, pulling them out only halfway and working them back in, trying to press them even deeper. He repeated that motion a couple of times, letting his hands work in a patterned motion coming down on him every time he pressed inside, until Danny was close again.

When he pulled away a second time, Danny’s lungs emptied in one breath with a slur of curses like he’d just been submerged in ice cold water. He’d been expecting the denial that time, but that didn’t help him endure it one bit.

As soon as his body calmed down again, it was back to stroking and fingering. A deadly combo that Jake was thoroughly enjoying edging Danny with.

“Jake, what about you?” Danny managed to choke out through moans. “The deal was I could make you feel good too”.

Jake let a chuckle slip, because even though Danny was still coherent enough to form sentences, he wasn’t fully comprehending everything that was happening all at once and how Danny squirming and whimpering and shivering underneath him had Jake absolutely reeling towards his own release.

“Look” he instructed, removing his hand on Danny’s swollen cock to give him a peak between their bodies. There was a dark wet spot on Jake’s boxers where his own weeping cock stayed hidden. If he gave himself even the slightest bit of attention right now he knew he’d be busting quickly right there all over his couch.

Instead, he focused on Danny and learning his body’s indicators, storing them away in his head for future use. Like the way his knees fell further apart when he wanted more pressure, and tried to squeeze together when he was near the breaking point.

Danny’s eyes practically rolled back into his head as he realized Jake was getting off by pleasuring him. His body went stiff again, knees shaking, but he held himself back on his own, starting to rather enjoy the feeling from the little game Jake was playing.

To reward him, Jake returned his hand almost too soon, giving him just a couple of loose strokes. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything other than not cumming until I say so, okay?” Danny was being so obedient for him he wondered if he was getting more turned on by it. Jake certainly was.

The time between stroking and pulling away was getting shorter, and Jake knew Danny would be nearing his limit soon. He decided this would be the last time, giving his all into his aching hands.

Tears were starting to form in the corner of Danny’s eyes and his body glistened with a sheen of sweat as it writhed in pleasure turned pain, but the pain only adding to the pleasure.

“You’ve been so good, cum for me now Danny”.

Danny’s eyes peaked open, having squeezed shut in concentration. Slightly dazed and confused, not trusting himself that he’d heard Jake right.

“Do you not want to?” Jake questioned, barely slowing down again in case Danny actually wanted him to stop and edge him once more.

“No! I want to! I wanna cum!” the words burst out of Danny just before his load did. He spilled out onto Jake's hand, some splattering across his stomach and chest.

Jake waited for it to stop and his breath to return before carefully sliding his fingers out. Danny groaned at the loss, having actually gotten fully used to them by that point.

Their eyes were locked on each other, Danny still in shock from the power of the orgasm he’d just had and so incredibly thankful to the man above him who gave it to him.

Lifting his hand, Jake inspected the mess that had been made, and before anything could be said to stop him, he licked it clean.

“That is not what I had in mind when you said you'd show me” Danny stared up at Jake with starry eyes and a blissed out expression.

“You liked it though” Jake hovered over his messy body and planted a firm kiss right on his lips.

“Now,” he leaned back again and grabbed the aching bulge in his boxers, “are you going to change your mind and stay? Or do I need to take care of this on my own?”

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