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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Skin On Skin, Hearts Laid Bare Ch 4

This! Is! Sexual!

Summary (of Whole Series): They started off cuddling as a necessity in chilly tents and cramped car rides, but it eventually became something much, much more. Sam finds that there isn't a safer place in the world, no where else he'd rather be, than when he's wrapped up in his best friend's strong, caring arms. And Danny, he just can't get enough of the feeling of Sam's silky smooth skin spread out underneath his hands. A non-linear chronicle of Samuel Kiszka and Daniel Wagner's budding love.

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

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner

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Ch. 5: Hold Onto Me As We Plunge Off This Steep Cliff

Chapter Summary: "Sam slowly started touching himself again. Danny's head flopped back down and he squirmed even closer, somehow, and let out a small noise of content. He felt as if he'd float away if Danny wasn't anchoring him to the reality of their bed by bodily holding him; the weight of his arm as well as his love used to pin him down."

Length: about 1950 words

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, masturbation, neck kissing, cuddling, snuggly boys, Sanny, slow build, sweet

Author's Notes: Hi! Sorry, this took the backseat for awhile - and I'm a little unsure of the premise of the story as a whole - but I have the newest chapter here. Getting a little smuttier! Hope everyone likes it

I am so thankful to know the wonderful lady that is @satans-helper / thelazarus, and I am SO glad that she helped me out with all of her wonderful comments and suggestions :)

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Danny moaned and sighed something inaudible, rolling over onto his stomach and closer to Sam so that, now, their sides touched. He threw his arm around Sam's waist, pulling himself closer and burying his face in Sam's shoulder.

Sam stiffened, cold washing through his body despite the physical heat of having Danny draped over him. The hand around his dick stilled.

Danny sighed again, shaking his head. Was he going to scold Sam? Tell him he was disgusting for doing that in bed next to him? Or maybe he wouldn't say anything at all, just let an awkward air permeate their interactions from that point forward. Sam wasn't sure which would be more shameful.

"Go ahead."

Danny's voice was already soft and sleep rough. His face being buried into Sam's body, and the pillow, further distorted it.

"You can go ahead, Sam. It's okay," he repeated, lifting his head just enough to be understandable.

Sam slowly started touching himself again. Danny's head flopped back down and he squirmed even closer, somehow, and let out a small noise of content.

He wasn't going to question why this was happening. He wasn't even sure why'd he'd started jerking off in the first place - his dick hadn't been hard and there wasn't anything particular in his brain that was begging to be released through an endorphin rush.

Just Danny, warm and solid, making the mattress dip under his weight so that Sam was gravitationally pulled towards him. He was already intellectually, emotionally as close to Danny as he could get, but the physical almost contact was thrilling in a warm, quiet humming sort of way.

His best friend's presence made Sam feel relaxed and safe, as if there was a force field separating them from the rest of the world when they stood together. Or laid. Sam knew that, no matter what he did, Danny would have his back, as well as watch his front.

And Sam had been watching Danny's front. His chest was rising and falling slowly, slower, NREM 1 almost reached and then pulled away from when a passing car stories below honked, or Sam himself fidgeted on the bed. Moonlight shone through the blinds, illuminating Danny's face.

He looked like an angel, Sam thought, whenever something outside created an influx of light inside their little nest. His long eyelashes were wings, his lips clouds; a being of heavenly music sent from above to better the lives of those who needed his aid. Danny was Sam's guardian angel. He was safe with him.

Sam kept a close eye on his face, at first. The first minute, Danny was looking at his phone, replying to a text before setting it aside. The next five, as they lay there in quiet darkness after muttering a sweet goodnight, facing each other, Danny's eyelids drooped and fluttered, each resting period growing longer than the last. His eyes finally seemed to close for good when Sam decided to go for it.

He rolled onto his back and eased a hand down underneath the covers, using his elbow to move the blankets back a bit and give himself some room to work. Sam then rubbed his fingers over his abdomen, scratching over his happy trail and picking at the band of his underwear.

Sam stroked himself, literally: he used two fingers to gently touch himself, running them up and down the side of his length and feeling the velvety soft skin. His fingertips were rough, the skin nearly concrete in comparison to his cock.

He knew Danny had less calluses on his fingertips than him, but more on his palms - he'd felt them the countless times that Danny had laid one of his huge, warm, gentle hands on his body.

Sam's eyes slipped closed without him noticing, his own hand bringing him pleasure that didn't amount to what he experienced when locked in with Danny's beat, but still good.

He didn't think of girls - or anybody for that matter. Sam just focused on the sensation of his hand, moved it to the rhythm of Danny's soft breaths. He relaxed further into the bed even as his nerves pulsed and thickened; his head lolled to the side, back arched, legs spreading wider and lungs slowing to try and regulate his breathing.

Then Danny moved.

The roll took him by surprise - Danny tended to be a sound, still sleeper, while Sam was hyperactive even when half unconscious. The arm being thrown over his torso and the warm, barely stubbly face settling onto his bare shoulder, forehead pressed against Sam's own, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Danny told him to go ahead.

It wasn't what normal best friends did.

They weren't normal.

Rockstars could be given some leeway, Sam figured. Besides, he and Danny had always been in their own field, even when they were still living "normal" lives.

Warmth from Danny's heavy arm was pressed down into him, spreading from that spot on his belly to down into his groin, deep, flowing through his system and circulating with all of the rest of the blood being pumped through his dick. Having Danny there with him, on him, was comforting.

Sam was confused, but it didn't really matter.

He was a twenty year old guy, he didn't need to be held when he jerked off. It was a healthy, regular function that he wasn't ashamed of, and it had never made him anxious before - except for the one time his dad had accidentally walked in on him, and even then they laughed it off.

Being upset or nervous wasn't what was causing the weird feelings in his stomach - both the increased arousal and the sudden wave of calmness and safety blanketing him. His breath caught at the thought of it being the hard, hot body lying next to him.

But, he had to admit, having Danny there with him was bringing a whole nother level to the game that was seriously going to up his standards from now on. Who knew that masturbating could be this intense, this pleasurable, this passionate?

Sam thought he understood, now. When you were near someone you loved and trusted with yourself completely, then you could let yourself open up all the way - to the full spectrum of pleasure, pain, and human connection. Sam had never in his life clicked with someone so immediately as he had with Danny, and he knew he never would again. As time had gone on from that fatal meeting point, they had become closer than was probably humanly possible.

Sam bucked his hips, rubbing his skin up into Danny. Skin on skin; connected; cells of themselves being transferred to the other. Danny pressed his arm down harder, forcing Sam to hold still and feel him there. His large hand found Sam's hip, squeezing it, thumb brushing over his sharp bones, fingers pushing into Sam's back and holding on. Exactly how much of himself could Danny hold onto with those hands, Sam wondered.

Thoughts flitted around Sam's head, now, but they all centered on Danny. His best friend, his brother, his keeper and his playmate. Hands, strong arms, warm eyes, the mouth next to his that released a silent 'I love you' with every breath.

The long drawn honking of a car horn nearly drowned out Sam's low pitched groan. Danny heard it anyways, or at least Sam thought he did. The other hadn't moved again, but there was a certain color to the atmosphere, and a weirdly pleasant curling in Sam's gut, that told him Danny was still aware of what was happening.

Sam gasped, waves of pleasure coming to a heated crescendo as he writhed in Danny's embrace. He felt as if he'd float away if Danny wasn't anchoring him to the reality of their bed by bodily holding him; the weight of his arm as well as his love used to pin him down.

Some of his cum had gotten on Danny, Sam knew intrinsically. He gathered up what he could from his dick and abdomen, then, gingerly, swiped his pinky over Danny's forearm to clean the white trails off of him.

He brought the glob up to his mouth, tasting salty comfort and musty love. Danny's essence, by mere fact of his presence, had seeped into his body and exited it again through his dick, flavoring Sam's release and making it sweeter than ever before. Sam wanted it to always taste like this.

He wondered, not consciously directing the thought but not pushing it away, either, what Danny's cum itself would taste of. Like his musk personified and mixed with brown sugar, Sam figured.

Suddenly, Danny kissed his shoulder, then his neck; soft, slightly damp, and laced with affection. He dragged his lips down Sam's shoulder, leaving a tingling, wet trail in his wake.

Sam turned his head back to facing Danny again - he wasn't sure when exactly he had moved it during the throes of passion, though it didn't matter - and pressed their foreheads together.

Danny rubbed their noses together in a puppy kiss, making Sam silently giggle. He felt delirious with dopamine, ready to go and conquer the world with Danny at his side. Hopefully, they would.

Sam could feel Danny's fluffy hair tickling him, both of their masses of hair surrounding their heads in a poofed out halo. The tickling of Danny's eyelashes fluttered lightly against his, sweat mixing on their connected hairlines and mouths brushing cheeks. Danny still had a firm grip on his hip, slowly and deeply massaging the muscles in Sam's lower back.

He laid his hand, now sans-ejaculation, on Danny's thick forearm, holding it to himself like it was the only thing tethering him to Earth anymore. When the days were long and the work was hard, sometimes it was.

Danny breathed heavy against his neck, nose worming through his hair to bump against his ear.

"Sleep, Sammy. I'll hold onto you."

Forever, Sam knew. They would never let go of each other. He rolled over again, pushing his back into Danny and keeping the other's arm close about his waist.

A final kiss was pressed into the crook of Sam's neck, Danny mouthing something Sam couldn't discern. He'd figure it out eventually - he already had an inkling of what it was.

His mind was a myriad of rainbow streams, all flowing in different directions, but ultimately waterfalling over the cliff of his consciousness to his heart. Danny was holding him so reverently, was kissing his body and pressing their heads together as if he could meld them into one - it was a better reality than any dream.

Sam wiggled further into Danny's embrace, searching. All this, and yet-

A hand, one of the ones he so admired, pressed against Sam's chest, stilling him. It read: 'Not now, not tonight. It's okay, Sammy, just sleep with me.'

Sam sighed in acquiescence, too comfortable to want Danny to move anyways. He gave his hips one little grind backwards anyways, just because he could, mentally laughing when Danny adjusted his legs so that he could push a thigh in between Sam's two.

Their feet got tangled in the same little wad of sheets, the blankets pulled up a bit more to cover their shoulders, though Sam knew a certain someone would kick them all off in a few hours. Danny moved his arm; Sam protested by pulling it back onto him.

Moving his arm again, Danny chuckled and found Sam's hand, interlacing their fingers.

Oh, Sam thought. Oh. Not leaving him. It should be common knowledge to him by now, as innate as the music was. Danny would hold onto him forever.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Forever (Sanny)

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner

Length: about 2.7k

Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, mild angst, very sappy, happy ending

Summary: "He knew his neck was glowing like the coals of their nightly summer bonfires, but Sam's eyes matched the elation he felt at the prospect of being best friends but so much more. His bestie, his beloved Sammy, the holder of his heart - they were entering a new chapter of their lives going forward from this moment."

Author's Notes: I have been working on this piece for awhile, slowly building on the events of the story within it's hour timeline, but also working on my style as a writer; I think I finally have something worth sharing here. Its short, and similar in a way to the lovely story ("Beautiful") my dear friend @satans-helper posted, but I am very happy with it and I hope everyone enjoys. And thank you, Zara, forever (ha) my bro, my writing peer, an incredible force of imagination and inspiration improving me and my work. For you, dear!

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Danny dropped everything and opened his arms when Sam came running to him.

His face was a blur, half obscured by his curtain of hair so Danny couldn't discern his expression, but the air around him eminated a grey sadness. Sam breathed out and wrapped his arms around him, clinging like it was the end of the world; face buried in his neck, only nestling further when Danny asked him what the matter was.

So Danny held him close, stroking his hair and his waist, determinedly, as if he could protect Sam's thin body from whatever he was running from with his own. He swayed them in a gentle motion, shooshing Sam and hopefully comforting him, while he ran the list through his head of whom he might have to kill.

After a while, Sam seemed to let loose some of the tension he had been holding in his shoulders. Danny asked him again, "What's the matter, Sammy? Are you okay?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted a hug," Sam said flatly, pulling back.

The lie was palpable, even more so because of his ragged appearance betraying the turmoil inside. Sam's eyes were downcast and rimmed with red, focusing on the shoulder where his nose had been resting moments ago instead of Danny's face. Danny noticed his drained palor, as if all the life and joy that usually eminated from Sam was replaced with lead. That lead seemed to travel to his own stomach, smoking stack puffing out a concern that filled him to the brim: his Sammy was hurting.

"Nothing needs to be wrong for you to want a hug. But, are you okay?"

Sam sighed. He looked as if he was debating whether to tell Danny his problem, but, the matter was decided on its own when Danny gently brushed his hair behind his ear and tilted his head up, catching Sam's sad eyes.

"She left me, Danny. I don't know why. I went out to get us dinner - Vietnamese, and when I came back she was just in this- this rage. Something about me always being distracted and thinking about other things instead of her, but I don't know what I did. I just... I don't know what it was that I did."

Sam looked like he was about to break, both his heart and the wall holding his tears back cracking like old, brittle porcelain. Danny hugged him again, letting Sam sag against his chest as he shakily breathed out, obviously fighting back the waterworks.

"She said that I needed to prioritize her and our relationship more," Sam's voice came, muffled from his shoulder. Unproportionately large hands tightened around his hips. "I spend too much time with other people, and too much time with you. She says I'm obsessed with you. She thinks that- I'm in love with you! And that it would be better for both of us if she just left since I obviously don't love her enough. So she did."

Sam was crying in gasping sobs, finally breaking down and letting the waters flow without concern. Danny held him through it, calming and supporting him while pondering all the while at the situation; Sam's girlfriend had just dumped him because she thought Sam was in love with his male best friend instead of her, that being himself.

Still holding a sniveling - and now shivering - young man in his arms, Danny moved them over to the brown leather couch in the corner, trying to sit down with Sam heavily leaning on him. He wanted to manipulate them so that Sam was sitting next to him with Danny's arms around his shoulders, but Sam didn't budge, basically going down on top of Danny when he sat.

Danny decided to let him stay there, pulling Sam onto his lap more so he wouldn't fall off; it wasn't like he minded, all things considered. Sam needed comfort, so he was going to provide it the best way he knew how.

"Why didn't you want to tell me?" Danny asked, hesitantly, after awhile.

He wasn't trying to interrogate Sam, or seem offended, but he was desperately curious; this situation was bringing up old emotions Danny had always pushed away before. The thought of having Sam like a lover had skipped across his brain several times, but there had never been anything remotely serious or seemingly plausible about it. Until now.

Sam sniffed and lifted his head, looking at Danny with large, cool, brown eyes. He ran his hand over Danny's shoulder, worrying a lip inbetween his perfectly aligned teeth.

"Because I'm scared."

"Of what? You know I'll always support you and be here for you."

Sam's face twisted slightly, as if to say 'You don't know that, and I don't think I can believe it.'

Despite the heartache at the disbelief being expressed, Danny tried another angle. "You'll find another girl, one who really loves you and encourages your life like I know you tried to encourage her's. And she'll be so, so lucky to have you."

"Will you really stay with me, forever?" Sam asked, sounding almost like a child asking for love.

Danny nodded eagerly; an eternity with Sam was the only heaven he could ever desire.

"What if I told you that I don't want another girlfriend?"

"Then you don't need to get one. That's not gonna make me leave you. Nothing will. And why would I leave you for being single, that's ridiculous!"

Sam sat up straighter, looking Danny directly in the eyes with some sort of terrified fiercness that made him sweat with the intensity.

"But I don't want to be single, either. What if I said that I think she's right? What would you do?" He pressed, advancing on Danny until their foreheads were an inch from colliding.

Danny furrowed his brow and tapped his hands against Sam's shoulder bones, mulling it over. He understood what Sam was trying to convey to him. The essential question was, what did he want? Was he prepared to pour the last few drops of his love that were not already watering Sam onto him, and to have that returned?

The sentiment still stood strong, like he knew deep in his soul it always would.

"I'm not leaving you. We'll work it out together, and everything'll be okay."

Sam started crying again, shoulders drooping. He leaned forward onto Danny, clinging to his arms and sobbing into his sweater. Danny kissed his temple and let Sam ride it out; he was in obvious need to process the abundance of emotional events occurring in this short hour of his life.

It was an exhilarating and surprisingly welcomed notion, the thought of Sam being in love with him. Or, as much as he could be certain of in the moment, Sam having an attraction that was strong enough to be noticed by his now ex-girlfriend and tear them apart.

He hadn't thought that any other human would have been able to interfere with their dynamic; but, perhaps, he owed a thank you to this particularly catalyst who had managed to wedge herself into one of the few openings in the Kiszka-Wagner stronghold and then tear herself out again, gluing it closed behind her. Then again, she had made Sam cry more than Danny had seen in years, so, in all likelihood, he was never speaking to her again.

Danny knew that he and Sam had always been close, closer like all of them were closer than most brothers or best friends. After all, what siblings chose to spend every second of their lives in each other's presence years after not being obligated to? Not many. The love they all had for one another was what drove them along the road just as much as the music; it bound them together as a family deeper than blood or circumstance. It was written in the very essence of their beings.

Danny loved Josh and Jake more than anything: they truly were his brothers and his best friends in the whole world, and he would be completely lost without them in his life.

And, yet, Sam and Danny's relationship was different - somehow running even deeper, it sometimes seemed. Sam was very much so his kin, but also more. They understood each other at such a basic level that they had soaked each other up, built a bridge spanning from one chest to another, and, the pieces of Danny's soul that Sam now possessed, he could never get back - it was perhaps why it pained them to be apart for long: the gaping, desperate feel of incompleteness that couldn't be remedied until their partner was back at their side, putting each other back together.

Sam was Danny's brother, true. But he was also his rock, his muse, his soulmate and his heartbeat. Then was it any wonder to himself that Danny wasn't bothered by Sam being supposedly in love with him? That Danny would be more surprised to find he didn’t feel the same way--more surprised

to find he didn’t love Sam--than he would be if he were told he could make love to Sam

tonight?

It felt right to him, in this moment with Sam on his lap. It was right, the most correct amd true thing in the world - as it surely felt that way to Sam. They belonged together like they always knew, just maybe more intimately than anticipated by their younger selves.

Danny started speaking - slowly, at first, sharing his thoughts on the matter with Sam. He spoke softly and continued petting Sam the entire time, treating his other half with the tenderness he deserved, especially in the situation. The revelation that the lurking feelings which had resided in himself were, apparently, reciprocated might have come and swept them both away on a tidal flood of love, but the fact that Sam had just been rudely dumped was also still present in his demeanor.

Though, much of the fog had lifted, Danny was glad to observe; Sam was practically glowing, even the tears still in his eyes glittering like diamond rings. He had his hands hooked around the back of Danny's neck, underneath his hair, lightly pressing his fingertips to the pulse on the side of Danny's neck and matching his breathing to it.

Danny watched Sam's skinny chest rise and fall against his shirt, slowing to a calmer, steadier beat as the last of the sniffles subsided. He stroked Sam's cheek with the back of his hand, wiping away the sad residue still upon it and smiling when Sam nuzzled into the affectionate touch.

"I've always loved you, you know that?" Sam opened his eyes and smiled softly at Danny, tenderness shining out every pore of his already glowing complection.

Danny nodded and cupped Sam's face, studying him. He was glittering with love and satisfaction, not even dimmed by the deep tiredness that often resulted from crying one's heart out, though it showed in the bags beneath his eyes. Sam was perfect; crystalline beauty painted onto the vessel that housed Danny's own soul, that had full access to his heart and mind yet never mistreated the power.

"I love you, too. Since I first met you. I'll love you until forever."

"Forever," Sam repeated. "Sounds nice, doesn't it? You and me, together."

He shifted on Danny's lap, twisting his torso to fully face him. Sam tugged lightly on the hair at Danny's temple and grabbed the back of his head, bringing him closer until their skulls were touching.

"I hate to admit it, but she was totally right. I think about you a lot."

Sam blushed high on his cheekbones and rubbed his fine-boned nose against Danny's, lashes fluttering closed against his pink skin so he couldn't make eye contact. Danny knew, now that his tears had dried and the emotions had been hashed out, that Sam would revert back to a slightly more 'Sam-like' manor; more fiery and less contemplative, more bold action and less heartfelt words, needing some prompting from Danny to open up.

Danny wasn't bothered by Sam's nature, though. He knew now that Sam loved him, had even known before when Sam would make some brash joke and flick his eyes back to Danny to see if he liked it. Sam's affection was in his small touches, his attention to details, his fierce loyalty, and how he gave himself up completely, heart and soul, to what he loved, though he was loathe to admit it.

Danny was his opposite; attracted to Sam's absolute confidence in themselves and everything he knew, as opposed to Danny's own careful, almost too gentle nature. It was why they worked - in every sense of the word - so well together, and why Sam opened himself up to Danny despite his dislike of being vulnerable.

"This is gonna be fun," Danny grinned, squeezing Sam's thigh with one hand.

Sam raised an eyebrow, silently asking for elaboration.

"I mean, we're already together, like, all the time, and I always have fun cause I'm with you. Now we can do all that, but then we can, like, cuddle in bed and kiss at the end of the day and stuff. And I'm happy, since we get to do this now. Together, like you said."

He knew his neck was glowing like the coals of their nightly summer bonfires, but Sam's eyes matched the elation he felt at the prospect of being best friends but so much *more.* His bestie, his beloved Sammy, the holder of his heart - they were entering a new chapter of their lives going forward from this moment.

Danny wasn't scared of the coming changes; he was looking forward with barely contained glee. He didn't know what forest the path of his future forged through, but he did know that, as long as Sam was walking next to him, he could hike up the highest mountain and come out unscathed.

"Danny...."

Sam called him back to their mutual plane of existence with a soft breath of his name and a slightly chilled hand on his cheek. He rubbed their noses together again then tilted his head to the side, gently squeezing Danny's face as two soft, tentative, parted pairs of lips met in a sweet first kiss.

That small contact - so close to many things they had shared before, and yet, so breathtaking it shattered everything they knew - it opened the door to places within Danny that had been locked so long, he hasn't even realized. His blood rushed like a newly un-dammed river as his heart tripled in size, throbbing with elated desire. His fingertips hummed with the electric current being conducted from their points of contact on Sam's thighs, and his eyes, despite being closed, flashed with violets, golden sunshine, and glittering panes of glass like glancing at a castle atop a hill on a sunny day; Sam, the keeper of the key to his soul, had finally turned the key.

They attempted to break contact several times, but each fresh breath of air felt like an ocean of desperation filling their lungs to the brim, drowning them in it's anguish. Sam cupped the back of Danny's head and kissed him with all of his might, thumbs sweeping along his jawline and tongue licking up every drop of Danny's flavor as if he would never get the chance to again.

Finally, after Danny could scarcely perform higher thinking from the mass of delicious attention, Sam pulled back. His lips were shining in the low light coming from the windows, grinning around hurried gasps for air. He loosened his hold on Danny's face and curled his hands around his shoulders, adjusting his position on Danny's lap.

"Forever. We get to do that forever," Sam said, as excited for the development of their coming relationship as Danny was, he knew.

Danny smiled back at him and pulled him in for another kiss, welcoming their love and all that would come with it with open arms, much like Sam had taken him in all those years ago when they were still children, and just an hour ago when his love was in need if his help and comfort. Danny wrapped his arms around Sam, knowing that with each other - entwined with each other, body and soul - Was where they were always meant to be.

"Forever," he agreed.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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My Love, My Darling (Jimbert Fluff)

Fandom: Led Zeppelin

Pairing: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant (Jimbert)

Length: about 1k

Warnings/tags: extreme fluff, winter themed cuteness, cuddling, overuse of endearments, established relationship, kissing, one slightly dirty joke, early led zep, anon request

Author's Notes: I am SO sorry, anon, that I didn't get to this in time for the holidays. I hope you'll accept a soft, fluffy, right after Christmas, winter-themed Jimbert fic instead.

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"Darling, I'm home!"

Robert lowered his book and raised his eyebrows, expression faintly amused as his dearly beloved called out to him; his excited, erratic movements downstairs were practically audible in his voice.

"Upstairs, dear, reading."

Jimmy's heels could be heard steadily click-clacking up the stairway, and then he appeared in the doorway, looking on Robert with a childlike grin that changed to a more soft, affectionate smile. He stepped inside, corderoy flares blooming like spring tulips with each step as he approached his partner and obviously hid something behind his back, thin torso sheathed in Argyll wool barely concealing the width of the package.

"What are you reading, love? Is it warm enough in here for you?"

Robert smiled back at Jimmy, setting the book aside and rising from the armchair to stand level with him. He took a step forward and clasped a warm, large hand onto either of his partner's hips, dipping his head for a chaste but loving kiss in greeting.

"One of your books, darling, about the Glorious Revolution, I believe. And I am quite toasty, thank you for asking. I lit the fire earlier so the house should be heating up by now."

"Mmm, you're right, it is warm," Jimmy murmered, fisting the hem of his sweater in one hand while he kept the other hidden behind his back. "And I am glad to see you're enjoying my library."

"It's so extensive - I'm still astounded, sometimes, Jimmy dear, that you've managed to collect so many fascinating books already in your life."

Robert was palpably excited, turning around and walking with quick steps to a loaded bookshelf, running his fingers over the spines of his love's philosophy section.

"There is so much knowledge here, so much beauty. I am so happy to have come here with you, love."

He turned back to Jimmy, smiling and beckoning him with opened arms. Jimmy returned to his embrace, setting a paperbound parcel on his desk before wrapping himself around Robert's torso and resting his scruffed chin on his shoulder.

"Not as happy as I am to have you; it really means the world to me, Percy, that you agreed to come live with me," he murmered, pressing a few gentle kisses into Robert's neck where it was exposed by his white robe.

"It was more than an agreement, Jim. I love you, darling, forever, and I want to be with you until that golden sun sets for the last time upon our Earth, and then we will leave it together, too."

"Poetic, aren't you?" Jimmy laughed softly, pulling back to stare at Robert's kind blue eyes and smooth a hand over the lapel of his fluffy robe. "And well into a lazy day, I see."

"A cosy day, one I've prepared to share with my sweetheart," he corrected, guiding Jimmy to the arm chair and the steaming tea set resting upon its adjacent side table.

"Oh, yes, I do see," Jimmy grinned, taking the offered seat on Robert's lap, as well as the antique china teacup he had found at a small shop some months ago.

He let Robert pour them both a cup of golden brown tea and add a lump of sugar, and a splash of milk for Percy. They quietly sipped their drinks and openly gazed at each other, enjoying the quiet, intimate moment after a rather busy December spent performing, shopping, and celebrating with family and friends alike.

"Oh, you have jam tarts! Where did you get these, dear?" Jimmy asked, delighted, as he took a bite out of the offered pastry in between Robert's fingertips.

Robert chuckled at his enjoyment and brushed a few crumbs from Jimmy's lips, popping the rest of the treat into his own mouth. "I stopped by the bakery on my way back from Bonzo's a few days ago. They had just baked a whole heaping batch of these, and, since I know you love them, I bought a box."

"Mm, I do love them," Jimmy mumbled, half inaudible through the new pastry he had stuffed in his mouth. "Almost as much as I love you."

Robert cooed and blushed, giving Jimmy a long, jam flavored kiss. "You're in a delightful mood today! Would you care to tell me what's in that package of yours?"

"Why, dear, you are already very well acquainted with my package."

Robert rolled his eyes and squeezed Jimmy's arm, but they both laughed. After leaning against his golden, curly head for a minute, Jimmy sighed and got off of his perch, retrieving the wrapped bundle from his desk.

He brought it over to Robert and sat back down on his left knee, reclining against his chest to watch him open it.

"I thought Christmas was already passed, darling? You've gotten me plenty," Robert said, tearing open the paper, but then his breath caught in his throat.

A scarf woven from rich reds and vibrant purples started unfurling on his lap, no longer being held into a tight ball by the twine it had been wrapped in. Soft black fringe tickled Robert's fingers as he unfolded the garment, and shimmering lines of embroidered flowers and Celtic designs caught his eyes along one edge.

"Oh, Jimmy, this is beautiful! Wherever did you find it?" He gasped, stroking the silk with appreciative fingers.

"At a boutique along the docks. But, that's not all, keep unwrapping it."

Robert gave him an inquisitive look, but did as instructed and continued to peal open the fabric. He found a lightweight, yet sturdy object wrapped within the scarf, gleaming at him in all of its golden, carved, musical glory.

"A harp?"

"Mm, a lyre. You've been trying to learn guitar, and I'm not going to discourage you, but I think this might actually suit you better. We could figure out how to play it together, if you like, or you could ask Jonesy. He would be able to master it in minutes, I'm sure."

Robert grasped Jimmy's face in both of his hands, bestowing upon him a deep, loving kiss. Jimmy returned it with as much enthusiasm, running their lips and tongues together in an age-old dance that needed no musical accompaniment.

"I love it! This is perfect, sweetheart, absolutely perfect. I am so happy to have you."

"As am I," Jimmy sighed, setting the presents on the table next to the cooling teapot and settling back into Robert's body.

They watched the light snowfall out of the window. It was unusual for London to get much snow, but, that afternoon, it felt as if it fell just for them; a blanket of hopes, dreams, and endearments as pure as their love surrounding them in its wintery warmth.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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🌟The Lady and Her Knights Pt. 2 (Sam x Danny x Reader)🌟

⚠️!!! VERY VERY SMUTTY !!!⚠️

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner/Reader, Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner, Sam Kiszka/Reader, Danny Wagner/Reader

Length: it's 7.3k?!?!? Idk how it got so long, but I'm gonna break it up into 2 parts cause its too long for one post

Warnings/tags: smut (m/m/f threesome, blow jobs, oral sex, PIV sex, protected sex, lots of m/m action, kissing, some dirty talk, doggy style, spit roasting, female masturbation, vaginal fingering), lots of buildup, porn with plot, Sanny, established and new relationship, long oneshot

Summary: You are seriously the luckiest girl in the world: Daniel Wagner is your boyfriend! And, yet, you can't push away the fantasy of having more. Specifically, Sam - you want his best friend, too.

Author's notes: My first reader insert story, ever! Hey anon I'm pretty sure you weren't expecting this much but I got SUPER into it, so, here's a giant heap of of Sam x Danny x Reader threesome! Also, @satans-helper I hope this makes you feel a better for a bit, thank you as always for encouragement

**From a wonderful anon request, with a little tweaking because I don't do porn**

thank you! I want to request danny/fem-reader/sam 🙊 here's what I have in mind: danny comes home and catches his girl touching herself while watching porn (it's a threesome of a girl with two guys) so danny asks her if she's really into that he could invite sam to join them one night and yeah...what do you think?

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"Sammy!"

You grinned when you heard your boyfriend call out his best friend's name and run down the stairs to greet him - when they were together, it was often like they hadn't aged a day past twelve.

You finished plumping the pillows on your bed and smoothed over the duvet one last time; getting ready for tonight. With Danny. And Sam. Fuck, you couldn't wait!

"Helloooo, I'm here! Where's the lady of the house?" Sam yelled, obviously having been let in by Danny.

You made your way to the top of the staircase and peered down at the scene in the foyer. Sam was removing his coat while Danny knelt and helped him take off his snow-covered boots, kneeling down on the tiles before him. Your stomach quirked and heat started pooling in your pelvis, your brain hyper-aware of anything that could be construed as even remotely sexual.

Danny looked good on his knees; the position somehow making his shoulders look even broader, and making the muscles in his legs bulge. Winter sunlight from the window shone on his hair and concentrated face, lighting up Sam's, too, when he turned to face you.

"Aha! There you are!"

He beamed at you, putting his hands on Danny's shoulders to help him remove his shoe - and then he was running up the stairs to engulf you in a giant hug. You grinned and wrapped your arms around his thin torso, squeezing him back just as tightly.

Sam swayed a little and pressed a kiss into the top of your head, stroking one hand over your shoulder and down to the small of your back. He pulled back to look at you and smiled that charming Kiszka smile, asking how you were doing today.

"I'm good, Sammy, thanks for asking," you said softly, staring at his face.

He was so goddamn beautiful, it wasn't fair! Sam was so pretty and so sweet, it made you wonder quite often if he was human. Then he would laugh. But, you were still extremely thankful that, 1) you got to spend time with this gorgeous human, 2) your boyfriend had an amazing best friend that loved and supported him, and 3) that Sam liked you back, apparently. Like, what even?!

"Hey, c'mon, let's watch a movie!" Danny called from the bottom of the stairs, grinning up at the both of you.

Sam looked at you then nodded, keeping his arm around your shoulders and walking with you to the living room where your boyfriend was going through Netflix for something interesting.

You and Sam settled in the middle of the couch, just enough room on your left side for Danny to flop down next to you and stretch his long arm out behind both your and Sam's heads. He pressed play and turned to smile at you, saying that you'd like the movie he chose since it was a medieval romance.

You squirmed and mock scowled at him, but inside you were pleased that he was clearly into the dynamic, knowing that this was his way of showing it. Sam relaxed a little more against your side and laughed at something, prompting you to tune back into the movie's opening and enjoy it with your guys.

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"I won that, Daniel! I so won that!"

You laughed at them, looking back and forth between both of their faces. Danny had a streak of marinara sauce on his lip and you reached out to wipe it off, sticking your finger in his mouth so he could suck if off; Sam's eyes followed.

"Yeah, baby, I think Sammy won. His belch was way louder."

"Ha!" Sam stuck out his tongue and then shoved another half a slice of pizza in his mouth.

You snorted and shook your head, taking the last slice from the box, then closing it and shoving it aside. Grabbing another pillow from the couch, you added some cushion to the little nest the three of you had built between movie one and movie two, having decided that a proper hang out was done on the floor with fuzzy blankets and pizza.

Danny groaned and stretched his arms above his head, shirt riding up and his happy trail peaking out from behind it. You decided that his lap was the best place to sit and shuffled over to him, telling Sam to "Get over here", too. You settled in between Danny's legs with your back against his solid chest, resting your forearms on his raised knees like he was your throne; he wrapped an arm around your waist and got comfier with his back against the couch.

Sam came crawling slowly forward, stopping right at Danny's feet. He reached out and gently picked up one of your hands, lowering his head to kiss the back of your palm.

"My Lady, you look ravishing today. How may I be of service to you?"

You grinned and knew your face was faintly flushed. Sam was still holding your hand, his warm eyes gazing up at you through the curtain of his long hair, as if he actually expected an answer.

"You may start by takimg out the trash, and then doing the dishes, mopping the hardwoods, and dusting the mantle."

Sam's mouth opened, no words coming out for a second, and then he sputtered and laughed, caught off guard. Danny was giggling at him behind you, one hand sitting securely on your stomach and the other reaching out to lightly yank Sam's hair.

"Yeah, Sammy, that would be really great. Maybe you could wash the car, too."

"I was not talking to you, I only take orders from the lady," Sam said haughtily, turning aside, though you could see the smile on his lips.

"Oh, well, in that case..." You trailed off, searching for the courage to ask for what you really wanted. Light caught in Sam's eyes and on his hair and you found it. "I would like you to kiss me."

Sam grinned and shuffled closer, grabbing your face in one of his large hands and leaning in to give you a soft, deep kiss. You sighed and kissed him back; it felt like your body was melting in satisfaction, starting with your lips and dripping down your throat into your belly.

Danny hummed behind you, skimming his lips along your neck and squeezing you around the middle. You could feel one of Sam's hands crawling from your arm to Danny's at the same time as he licked into your mouth, his deft fingers running over cotton covered muscles and tying the three of you together.

You threaded your fingers through Sam's hair and nipped his lower lip, then kissed his jaw. He sighed against your ear and tilted his head back to give you more access to his long neck, his other hand going to Danny's knee.

"Fuck, c'mon, let's get off this floor and go somewhere more comfortable," Danny spoke behind you.

You pulled back and looked Sam over - he was panting just slightly, lips bright pink and grinning widely, gorgeous as always. Danny was pressed tight against you, and you could feel his cock half hard against your butt.

"Yeah," you nodded, standing up and only shaking a little. "Lets go upstairs. C'mon, Sammy."

He took your hand and stood up, then leaned into your boyfriend as Danny slung an arm around him. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

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Danny locked eyes with you, asking permission. You settled on the pillows resting against the headboard and nodded; this was, you realized, as much about Danny and Sam as it was about you and Sam, or you and your boyfriend. They desired each other just as much, their connection ran just as deep - perhaps deeper, if in a slightly different way.

Sam had stopped his crawl towards you when he sensed the silent communication happening between you and Danny, and was now waiting at the foot of the bed, weight held by his hands and one knee already propped up. Danny came up behind him and engulfed him in a sort of hug.

"Sam," he gasped, nuzzling at his neck.

You smiled at Sam's surprised - though not disgusted, not at all - face and nodded again, telling him you were okay with it going this way, too. Once he had your permission, Sam practically melted in Danny's embrace, groaning and wiggling around to sit on the bed and face him.

Sam's hands reached up to tangle in Danny's lush hair, undoing the half-up ponytail and letting the rest fall down around his shoulders. His knees bracketed Danny's hips and pulled him in closer until their foreheads pressed together.

You breathed out shakily, feeling like you were witnessing a sacred moment, somehow. It was hot - they were hot - and emotional and incredibly exciting all at once, and it flowed through you as much as it did the two young men softly gazing at each other at the end of your bed.

Danny and Sam were a pair, you had known since the moment you saw them. It was one of the reasons why you had wanted Sam to be the one to join you, in addition to your feelings for him yourself; that visible connection and eroticism as they worked together to undo you couldn't be found anywhere else.

And fuck was it sexy. Sam and Danny were making out earnestly, touching each other's skin wherever they could reach. Your man grabbed at Sam's waist and pressed forward, pushing Sam down onto the bed and kissing his jaw.

Sam was making these sounds, little whimpers and breathy moans as he wrapped himself around Danny tighter and squirmed underneath him. You pulled your pants and panties down as one and flung them towards the laundry basket in the corner, just making the rim; two fingers running all the way down to gather some wetness and then back up to your clit made you gasp.

Sam's eyes opened and locked with yours, his strong neck exposed as he had his head back with Danny working a trail down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His lips parted in a silent moan as Danny's teeth gently caught his nipple, and you rubbed yourself harder, keeping your gaze on Sam's face.

He clutched at Danny's head, bringing him up for a searing kiss before flipping over and crawling out from under him, towards you. Sam grabbed your foot in one of his large, warm hands, massaging it as he settled on his knees before you.

Danny came up behind Sam again, knee-walking forward to wrap an arm around his waist and lay his head on Sam's shoulder, both of them watching you.

Well, there was a reason you wanted two men at once: appreciation. Of you, of them, to see it in each other. Your knees splayed wider and your back slouched more, putting yourself on display for your two gorgeous boys.

They were watching you avidly, Danny with love, lust, and faint amusement - he knew you liked when the eyes were on you - and Sam with excited fascination.

"Sammy, have you never seen a girl naked before?" You knew he had, clearly, but he was seriously so enraptured with your nether regions that you were curious as to what the hell was going on in his head.

He scoffed, breaking, for a second, the persona of sexy-Sam to his most other used one: confident, sarcastic smart ass. "Of course I have! I've just never seen you, and you're absolutely gorgeous," he said, eyes still not leaving your moving fingers.

You blushed and sighed, not sure what to say to that. Of course Sam was attracted you you, or he wouldn't have agreed to this, but it was still a little heart-pounding to hear.

"You are, baby, you're perfect," Danny chimed in, voice deeper and gruffer than normal when he was aroused. He licked his lips and planted a wet kiss on Sam's shoulder, removing his shirt completely then gently shoving him forward.

"C'mon, touch her," he prompted. "I wanna see both of you, and I know she wants to feel what your mouth can do. Don't you, babe?"

"Yeah," you sighed, flexing your foot in Sam's grasp.

He looked down like he just realized he was still holding it, and started massaging again. His other hand came to your inner thigh and squeezed the soft flesh, his knuckles barely brushing against your labia. You clenched involuntarily, excited and sensitive already.

Sam worked his hand up from your foot to match his other on your thigh, bracing himself so that he could lie down on his belly right in between your legs. He raised his eyes to look at you as he puckered his lips and kissed your clitoris, then flicked his tongue out to taste.

You shuddered at the same time you heard Danny murmur an awed praise for you and Sam, watching both of you avidly. He straddled Sam's hips from behind and leaned in to kiss you, cupping your face and putting a hand on the headboard next to you.

Sam chuckled against you and rubbed his ass back against Danny's crotch, using his knees to lift himself. His hands slid around your thighs to hold onto your hips as he took a deep breath and went down further, sticking the tip of his tongue inside of you. He was enthusiastically licking and sucking; his lips were practically making out with your lower ones.

His eagerness felt amazing - you slid one hand over the back of his head and used the other to pull your boyfriend back in to kiss you, Danny having pulled back to make some glorious faces as he humped Sam and watched him work. He fell forward a bit and had to use his hands to catch himself, though it ended with Sam getting completely smudged into the mattress with his face pressed tight against you.

Sam sort of moaned and laughed at the same time, hands scrambling to lift himself up to breathe. "Help, I'm being smothered in muscles and pussy!"

You cracked up and helped Danny right himself, then grabbed Sam's shoulders to get him to come up from in between your legs. He rose, grinning and with his hair completely mused, giving you a passion-and-juice flavored kiss.

"Mm, Sam, your mouth is awesome. Isn't it, baby?"

"Yeah," Danny agreed, rolling over to lie next to you.

Sam looked pleased, grinning proud and yanked down the collar of your shirt, giving you a quick love bite on your left breast. You let out a startled moan and pulled it over your head, then turned to your boyfriend to help him out of his - everyone needed to be at least shirtless, it was only fair since you were naked (and damn those abs).

"Is my mouth really that great?" Sam asked from your chest, his eyes flicking up to look at you as he laved his tongue around your nipple.

"You know it is, stop fishing for compliments." You shook your head; even like this, Sam was so full of himself - but it was endearing, in an almost frustrating manner.

"If you really want proof, come over here. You can kiss, you can eat pussy, but can you give a good blow job?"

Your eyes flew to Danny's face, watching him watch Sam with blown pupils. You were a little shocked at how forward and in control Danny was being. He was a beast, you knew, but you weren't sure if that would be the case with Sam also there. Apparently, it was - and Sam seemed to like it, if the way his face lit up was anything to go by.

He shifted his torso towards Danny and planted his mouth on his clavicle, sucking it and then nipping with sharp teeth, making Danny yelp a little. Your boyfriend locked eyes with you and grinned, excited. You smiled back, both happy for him finally getting with Sam, and very much turned on from it.

You gathered Sam's hair into a loose ponytail with your hand as he made his way down to Danny's hips, kissing his happy trail. He unbuttoned Danny's jeans and you smoothed your other hand over his sharp shoulder blades, running it down the knobs of his spine and give his cute little butt a pinch in his skinny jeans.

He laughed, surprised, and shot you an amused look over his shoulder. Sam took Danny's cock out of his boxers, eyes never leaving your face, and wrapped his lips around the head. You and Danny moaned as one and Sam closed his eyes, concentrating on bobbing his head and sucking.

You reached your arms around to Sam's front and opened his own pants, tugging them, along with his underwear, down his hips. He obediently raised one leg, then the other, helping you get them off until he was naked and kneeling on the bed, still working Danny with his mouth and right hand.

Sam wiggled his butt and you pinched it again, this time warm skin on skin. It was so cute and perky! You couldn't resist, so you leaned down and gave his right cheek a little bite, holding him still by the hips so he wouldn't move away.

You kissed his other ass cheek, then moved your lips down his thigh and in between to lick his balls, then even further to his dick hanging hard and pink in between his legs. You rested your cheek against his back as you brought a hand up and stroked him, watching him suck Danny with more effort than you thought you ever put in - and you loved your boyfriend.

Danny was breathing deeply and staring down at Sam, looking enraptured at the sight of his best friend going down on him earnestly. You thought it was really fucking hot, too - like, shit, how was Sam so attractive, and so eager to please? He really was a perfect fit for this three way.

Both of the boys were too distracted with each other to notice you slip off the bed for a moment and pull open your bedside table drawer, looking for a condom. You found it and got back on the bed, stroking Sam then opening the wrapper and rolling it onto him.

He moaned around Danny and spread his legs, seeming to vibrate with excitement. Well, you were excited too - you were finally going to get fucked by Sam with Danny here, too!

You whispered in Sam's ear what you wanted to do and he nodded, turning his head to give you a precum flavored kiss and then sitting up for minute. Danny made a wounded noise when his cock met the cool air outside of Sam's mouth, but it quickly turned into a pleasure whine when you got in position on your stomach and tilted your head, nuzzling your nose at his balls.

Sam ran his hands over your hips and then spread your legs, encouraging you to prop up slightly on your knees like he had been. He slowly fingered you, getting you wet and ready for him while you took over the job of sucking Danny off.

Danny put his hand on the back of your head and gently moved his hips, not choking you but following the rhythm you set. You looked up at him and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock - your man was big, and you loved it, though it was always difficult to take him fully, whether in mouth or truly inside.

"Sammy, fuck!"

Sam pushed the head of his cock against you, rubbing up and down over your lips, one of his calluses fingers on your clitoris. He squeezed your was with the other hand and entered you, going slow and leaning over you to kiss the back of your neck.

You could feel Sam's hair tickling you, and Danny's thighs spreading wider around your, his sweating stomach brushing your forehead as he sat up to grab Sam by the back of his neck.

You were surrounded by them, and it was exactly what you had been wanting for so long. They were kissing about you, you could hear it; Sam's chest was pressed to your back as his cocked pumped into you and his fingers flicked your clit; Danny was hot and hard in your mouth and one of his hands was thrust into the tangle of your bodies, holding your breast.

Your boyfriend moaned and shouted, alternating between your name, Sam's, and "Fuckkkk, ohhh." You suctioned your lips around the head of his dick and twisted your head, knowing that always threw him over the edge - Danny came with another loud exclamation and then slumped back against the headboard, petting your cheek.

"That was amazing, sweetheart. Shit your mouth, I love you."

You grinned at the praise and kissed his thighs, moving your hips back against Sam as he fucked you harder. He changed angles slightly and you moaned, his cock causing a pleasurable ache inside of you and his fingers perfectly rubbing your most sensitive nerve.

Danny was showering you with compliments - how pretty you were, how good you looked with Sam, how much he loved you - when you came. He looked into your eyes and grinned, love and lust clear in his expression as his dick twitched right below your chin.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon!" Sam encouraged you, mouth on your shoulders and body moving steadily to bring you to the best orgasm you'd had in quite some time. He squeezed his arms around you tightly and sobbed into your skin, cumming into the condom as your inner walls clenched.

Sam pulled out and flung himself down on the bed to your right while you rolled to the left, landing on your side, panting. Danny had a hand on each of your shoulders, practically petting both of you like you were cats. Your eyes flew up to his and you quirked your lips, silently asking him "Really?" when he playfully scratched behind your ear. Sam, the puppy he was, looked like he was going to start wagging his tail at any second from all the physical attention he was receiving.

"You're so pretty, Sammy," you sighed, looking at him.

He turned his head towards you and grinned, blissed out and eyes closed held out his arms and you squirmed closer to him, Danny moving to lay down behind you and spoon you.

"Damn, Lady, that was amazing."

Danny nodded against your neck in agreement and you laughed, bringing Sam in for a kiss. He gave back just as good, licking your lips and exploring you with enthusiasm despite his otherwise exhausted body.

Danny gently grabbed your face and pulled you back, leaning over you to give Sam a kiss, too. You scoffed at the outrage of being torn away from your new lover (because this was so happening again) and elbowed him, pushing him away to take Sam's mouth back for your own

The both of you play fought to kiss Sam, one pair of lips then the other sliding over him until Sam's face was a slobbery mess and he was laughing too much to kiss either of you back.

"Okay, okay, stop! There's enough of me to share, but you have to take turns! God, I never knew either of you would be so greedy."

"Sammy!" You gasped, lightly smacking his chest. "Don't talk about greed, I saw you sucking Danny's dick like it was the best thing you ever ate, like, twenty minutes ago."

He blushed, but he also looked so self satisfied that you were sure he was coming up with some scheme, because that was a naughty-Sam kinda look.

"Sam," Danny warned behind you, clearly thinking the same thing.

"Hey, it's nothing bad!" He laughed, sitting up and stretching, his ribs pushing out against tan skin. "I was just thinking - we should try that again, but, this time, Danny should fuck me while you sit on my face. Wouldn't that be fun?"

You groaned and covered your face with your hands. What had you started? You were never going to be satisfied with anything but this ever again.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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🌟The Lady and Her Knights Pt. 1 (Sam x Danny x Reader)🌟

⚠️!!! VERY VERY SMUTTY !!!⚠️

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner/Reader(F), Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner, Sam Kiszka/Reader(F), Danny Wagner/Reader(F)

Length: it's 7.3k?!?!? Idk how it got so long, but I'm gonna break it up into 2 parts cause its too long for one post

From a wonderful anon request, with a little tweaking because I don't do porn

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~ I gasped, darting my eyes from one handsome face to another.

The king was in my bedchambers, asking if I would like to spend the evening with him -- and, better yet, the Lieutenant Moren was with him.

A thoughtless, jerking nod was paused at the last second as I considered the situation for what it appeared to be. "Do you mean to say, Your Highness - pardon my boldness, but do you mean to say you wish to join me in my bed? You, and the Lieutenant Moren?"

King Erik nodded, flashing a smile so gentle yet so carnal my knees trembled. I fell back onto the chair that I had been resting upon before these two beautiful, powerful men came wanting after me. I could not believe it! The king himself, and his gorgeous lieutenant, they wished to share me as one does a sweet summer day. My loins quaked at the thought of what was to come. ~

You quickly turned the page, holding the book up with one hand as your other traveled up your thigh to the edge of your pajama pants, thumb dipping into the waistband and resting there, waiting for your brain's signal to go ahead.

Though the house was empty, your boyfriend having gone out for the night with his best friend, nervousness still coiled in your gut even as arousal thrummed through your blood. It was not the act of masturbation that made you feel this mixture of anxiety and pleasure; there was nothing wrong with a little self love very now and then, even when you were shacked up, you and Danny had both agreed. Sometimes, needs needed to be taken care of.

No, it was the need that was being dealt with - the fantasy of having two gorgeous men upon you at once. It had always been something you wanted to try, the desire increasing tenfold when you met your boyfriend, and again when you met his band.

All of them were absolutely gorgeous in their own way - all of the brothers so alike in their appearances, and yet so different. Attractiveness ran in the family, it was clear. Though, the one you liked most of all - besides your boyfriend, of course - was his best friend, Sam.

Sam was nearly as tall as Danny, but much leaner, perhaps lending to why he appeared even more androgynous than Danny, usually. And not only was he hot, but he was incredibly funny - if sometimes too sarcastic - and always polite to you. Even when joking around, he treated you like a lady, respectfully complimenting you and more attuned to your needs than your boyfriend, sometimes.

You liked Sam, perhaps more than you were willing to admit. He was goofy and brash, but it made you smile. Often, when he noticed you silently laughing at his antics, he'd continue to do things throughout the day just to keep you in a state of near constant hysteria.

Danny knew, you were pretty sure. Why he never said anything, and was never mad, you could only guess at. Maybe he was used to his girlfriends always falling for Sam; they did spend an extraordinary portion of their life together, so much of the time you spent with Danny was also spent with Sam. Maybe he truly didn't know and just thought you two were great friends - but that was doubtful. Your man may have been quieter and less outwardly genius than the Kiszkas, but he was certainly no unobservant fool.

It was possible that he wasn't upset because he was in the same boat, himself - you had seen how he looked at Sam, too. Maybe he also had a crush on Sam and didn't want to bring it up lest everyone's feelings got put out in the open; or, maybe he really just didn't give a shit because he knew that Sam was attractive but you were loyal - which, you were.

Even if he didn't care, you still felt bad about it. Danny was your boyfriend, not Sam, and you hadn't, so far, discussed being anything other than monogamous, let alone your feelings towards Sam.

'I was- I am a loyal girlfriend,' you repeated to yourself.

Though, you had noticed that Sam really liked you, possibly also in a romantic fashion. His actions always seemed to be geared towards you whenever you were around; the tales got taller, the jokes got more frequent, and the hair got flipped twice twice as often.

If you were to step back and look at the situation from a non-personal view, you would definitely say that Sam was interested in you. That knowledge - that confirmation that your feelings weren't one sided actually made everything worse; both you and Sam were betraying Danny, in a sense.

But, sometimes, like now when you were alone late at night, your mind wandered. Thoughts of what you could do with Sam, of what you did with your boyfriend, of what you could do with the both of them -- they all swirled through your head like leaves on a windy fall day, breezing around and around too quick for you to catch them and stomp them out.

It always made you feel guilty, especially after, but those emotions weren't quite enough to stop you, now, not when the desire had been building from months on tour and you hadn't been able to let it out. Sam was between girlfriends at the moment, a fact which your mind ruthlessly exploited as adequate enough "permission."

There was Sam's pretty face, in your mind: his pink lips, his long, silky hair, that stunning, mischevious smile. You tried to force the fantasy to change from Sam to Danny as it continued, the guilt still gnawing at your stomach, but it just wasn't working. The hair would get darker, and the features, too, but then it would flicker and Sam was back over you, kissing your neck. One last desperate try to turn him into your boyfriend resulted in said boyfriend showing up - but next to Sam, groping him and helping him to undress you, encouraging Sam to 'go ahead' with you while he watched.

Fuck! It was what you wanted deep down, but not what you should have. You picked up the book and opened it to where you thoufht you had left off, trying to occupy yourself with the fictional men if you couldn't force out the real ones in your head.

~ "Oh, Your Majesty!" I gasped, an exquisite feeling the likes of which I seldom got a chance to feel anymore pooling in my stomach.

The king looked up at me, grinning like a hawk with my own juices glistening on his mouth. "Please, my dear, just call me Erik tonight.

I could only nod, frantically gathering my hiked dress in fist fulls as he did a most un-kingly duty. Lieutenant Moren was standing behind him, one hand on his king's back and his dark eyes trained on my face. I could not decipher the emotion in those captivating eyes, and it puzzled me greatly.

There was lust, but for whom? Did he come upon orders, or of his own violation, having been merely invited by the king?

I did not know, but I was not able to think much longer as Erik sat up and beckoned the Lieutenant forward. ~

Your breathing quickened as your eyes skimmed quickly over the page, getting enraptured in the fairytale romance again. With a long sigh, you finally stuck your hand underneath the waistband of your pants and underwear, immediately feeling warmth.

The king and lieutenant were making quick work of getting her - at the moment, you could not remember the narrator's name, though it didn't matter - undressed, their hands working in tandem to remove her silks and layers.

The tip of your middle finger pushed downwards, reaching your clitoris and rubbing over it. Another sigh, louder this time, and you set the book aside to quickly wiggle your bottoms down to the middle of your thighs to get more room.

You picked the book up, eyes searching for the last line you had read. King Erik was incredibly hot, partly because he reminded you of your boyfriend.

That was good, safe. Think of the characters and Danny - just not Sam. You mumbled "Sam" to yourself, barely even realizing it, working yourself to the story hard enough that you knew you were going to be throbbing by the end of the chapter, when it was foreshadowed that full-on action would actually happen.

You had picked the book up out of curiosity at Target, weeks ago, and reading the back had made you blush even as you knew that it would become one of your favorites. A love triangle: a wise King, his right hand man, and a Lady with the hots for them both - it was a literary reflection of your life that shamefully excited you.

The book was perfect, really -- you always thought that Danny was like an incarnation of one of those "good" kings in old European stories. His stature was imposing, the way he carried himself regal. Yet, he was a peacemaker at heart; kind and fair towards everyone, always thinking deeply before he came to a conclusion.

You told him as much, once, saying that he was your beautiful prince, to which he responded to with, "Then you're my princess, and we will rule our kingdom side by side."

You had continued the joke, saying that Sam was going to be Danny's main adviser and right hand man, which he agreed with.

"You guys work so well together, in everything. I'm sure running a kingdom wouldn't be hard."

Danny had laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your body closer to his, swaying you. "I think it's pretty hard. But yeah, he'd be right there next to me and we'd be okay. Should we inform him of his new position?"

You had thought about it, and decided that it was best to keep the little conversation as an inside joke between you and your boyfriend - the better to confuse Sam with. That boy always made the funniest expressions when his genius brain couldn't figure something out.

You sighed at the memory and ran your hand up and down your thigh for a moment, then rubbed yourself in circles, really getting into both the threesome happening in the book and your physical sensations.

Slowly, the images of King Erik and his high lieutenant Moren morphed into Daniel and Sam in your mind. It really was just too fucking perfect -- Erik was tall and broad, with flowing dark hair, or so the novel told, a wise peace-time ruler. And Moren was always right next to him, a bit shorter and leaner but with long umber hair and a line always ready for any ladies he crossed paths with.

Of course, the book also decided that Moren was 6'2 and had a beefy, chiseled 8 pack - and Erik was even taller and stronger - but that was erotic novels, so you ignored it.

The men - your men - in your head were grinning at each other, their hands following the same path up and down your torso, teasing your breasts and sides, as the ones in the book. Then one of Sam's long fingers was replacing your own, alternating between slipping inside of you to gather wetness and rubbing all around your clit, working up a good rhythm.

You closed your eyes and let your head roll to the side, feeling the fabric of the couch cushions on your cheek. A soft, breathy moan tussling your hair made you jump and scream, startling you out of the orgasm that had been approaching.

"Woah, that's hot," Danny mumbled, one of his hands coming to rest on your shoulder while his eyes remained trained on the open book lying on your thigh. The heat of his palm seeped though the fabric of your tee shirt, lighting you up even as the nerves in your stomach awoke again.

"You... you don't think that's weird? I'm getting off to the thought of two guys sharing me, Babe."

Did Danny actually know what you were reading? Did he understand what was implied, what you wanted? You weren't sure if you actually wanted him to get it or not, but here this situation was - no better time than now to deal with these feelings that were taking you over.

"I know, and yes, it's super hot," he breathed against your ear, kissing it and then leaning over to pick up the book. "I saw you get this a few weeks ago, you know. I was wondering when you would read it."

"You know?"

"What - that you have this fantasy, or that you want Sam, too? Both."

You tilted your head back and he was grinning down at you, looking proud of himself for having figured something out. Your heart melted a little bit; even when talking about rather unconventional sex and teasing you, your man was just so endearing it hurt a little bit. He looked like an adorable puppy with that smile on his face, happy with himself and excited for what was happening, too, you could tell.

"Well, in that case, what do you think?" You took a deep breath, getting ready to ask directly since he didn't seem mad at all. "Would you be okay with Sam joining us?"

"I'd like that, and he would love to."

"Wait-" you sat up more and pulled your hand out of your pants, twisting in your seat to face Danny. "How do you know he would? Have you guys talked about this?"

What the hell?! Danny knew, Sam apparently knew and wanted to, and yet you'd been harboring all this guilt the whole time without either saying anything? Rude!

Danny looked a little sheepish as he came around from the back of the couch and sat next to you, pulling your legs into his lap and starting to massage your calves. He looked at you woth that earnest, full-attention expression that always took your breath away and moved one hand up higher to your knee.

"Tonight, we talked about it tonight for the first time. I... He told me that he liked you, and I told him I was pretty sure you did too, and that I was okay with it. And, uh, I said that I wouldn't mind if you two were a thing, as long as you're happy."

Danny was blushing, biting his lip and lookinh down near your neck instead of ypur eyes. You placed one hand over his on your knee and used the other to smooth over his jaw and take his lip out from between his teeth, smiling at him softly.

"Danny, I am very much into Sam, and I'm glad you're not mad about that, but I'm not going to up and leave you behind to go be with him. I still love you, so much - I just want to see what it would be like if Sam joined us for a night. I told you that the two of you work well together, and I'm pretty sure that would be true in all situations."

He looked up again, grinning, and then leaned forward to kiss you. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, bunching your hands into that soft hair you loved so much. The book fell onto the floor, completely forgotten as you wiggled around on the couch so you could lie down and pull your boyfriend on top of you.

He let you rub against one of his muscular thighs as he kissed your neck and shoulders, sighing and mumbling sweet compliments into your skin. He propped himself up with a hand above your head as the other slid down lower, squeezing your left breast, your hip, and then finally diving inside of your pants to rub your clit.

The combination of stimulation was about to put you over the edge; Danny's leg giving pressure, his deft fingers rubbing you right on the nerve, his sweet smelling hair and his gentle yet hungry kisses -- you gasped and arched, holding him while he circled you in a steady rhythm, grinding himself against your thigh and kissing your collar bone.

You were panting and grinning once he backed up enough to let you come down; these spur-of-the-moment encounters always resulted in particularly passionate, if quick, actions. The sudden arrival of lust and emotion created an irresistible urge to get each other off as quick and as well as possible, before time caught you back up or the spell wore off.

Danny let out a surprised sound, half laugh half "Wo-hoop" as you shoved him - gently and with love, of course - off the couch and straddled his thighs. You quickly unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down his boxers, wasting no time in wrapping your right hand around him and leaning over to suck the head of his cock into your mouth. He wiggled his hips, more side to side than thrusting up, and put his hands on your shoulders.

You could feel his fingers running across your skin where he shoved them under the collar of your shirt; you could also feel how hard he was, practically vibrating in your mouth. Using your other hand to squirm between his thighs and all the bunched up fabric, you squeezed his balled and moved your hand and mouth in tandem, trying to bring him there.

Your boyfriend groaned and tightened his hands on the back of your neck, his balls drawing up and his dick pulsing as he came on the inside of your cheek. You worked him through it like he had done you, finally letting go with a little twist of your tongue around the head when he laughed softly and tapped your head, indicating that he was completely finished.

Danny brought you back up to him, face to face, and kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally your mouth. You let him taste his cum, knew that he didn't really mind. He swiped his tongue over your palette and shared it with you, both of you pulling back to see the other swallow and lick their lips.

"So, Saturday?"

"What?"

You blinked at Danny, trying to figure out what he was talking about. He grinned at you and stroked the curve of your cheek with his fingers, calluses softened by the love in the gesture.

"On Saturday, Sam was gonna come over to work on something with me. I was thinking that, maybe, we could invite him to stay the night?"

You smiled, catching his drift; your hands went to his own face, bringing him in for another kiss.

"Yes," you said, pulling back an inch or two. "That would be great! Remind me to change the sheets and make the bed before he comes over."

Danny giggled and pulled you against him, laying back down on the ground and rolling around. You laughed when he wouldn't let go, and even more when he kissed your neck. When Danny was in a good mood, he got extra cuddly and affectionate, which made you happy - plus, he was totally on board with having a threesome with Sam! You mentally pumped your fist in the air and returned the neck kisses.

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Black Panties and An Angel's Face Pt 1 (Sanny Christmas Fic)

** A Continuation of Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace, but there's no actual sex in this part (sorry horny friends, sorry) **

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny

Length: about 3k

Warnings/tags: lingerie, cross dressing, no smut yet, established relationship, gift giving, Christmas

Summary: Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him.... would he, really? Fuck, if not them this was about to he a sucky Christmas for the both of them.

Author's notes: I've been busting my ass all morning and last night trying it finish this, because honestly a Christmas fic after Christmas is just kinda... meh. But, alas, I only got the first half, the sort of build up, done. Well, something is better than nothing, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

From @therealswanqueen 's request for me (:

"Oh if you're going to write a continuation of the lingerie fic it would be nice if Danny buys it for Sam ♡♡♡ like if he's out shopping and sees something pretty and thinks 'Sammy would look gorgeous in this' ♡"

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Danny mentally went over the list in his head, arms too full of stuff to actually pull it out of his pocket at the moment. He had gotten the regular shopping out of the way, and was now working his way though the upper level of the mall, searching for Christmas gifts the one day he could get away from those sneaky brothers.

He had already gotten a variety of gag gifts and weird oddities the twins were sure to enjoy at Spencer's, and a new Christmas sweater for Sam; after some deliberation, a matching one for himself, as well. Their mothers were sure to enjoy it.

It was hard to know what exactly to give when they already had most things they could want, but Danny still tried to be thoughtful and give nice things to the people that meant the most to him.

New boots, a watch, and an engraved harmonica for Jake? Check.

A vintage fur coat for Josh? Yep, and surprisingly cheap.

Books for all three Kiszka's? Yes, as well as some parchment, ink, and quills for Joshie - it was one of those random finds that hadn't been on his radar of gift ideas, but as soon as he saw them he knew Josh would love them.

All that was left was Sammy. His best friend (now lover, too) always seemed to be both the easiest and worst to shop for. He was picky, so picky that, even after all these years, Danny could rarely be 100% sure that he'd like his gift.

He went in and out of every store, desperately searching for *something* that Sam didn't already have, and that he would appreciate receiving.

Nothing.

Not a single item that would be a good fit to give his new-ish boyfriend, not even a cool pair of sunglasses to just fill put some space in his gift bag.

Danny sighed, deciding to fuck the mall and go Amazon it in the comfort of their bed. But, just as he was heading towards the exit, something caught his eye.

A blue something - pale, like a robin's egg, but speckled with small, shimmering beads instead of brown splattered spots. It was a lacy bra, hanging several racks in inside of a Victoria's Secret.

Danny stopped and stared at it, considering. Sam had said.... Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him. It had been nearly two months, and, while they had definitely had sex many, many times since then, none of the lingerie items had made another appearance. Sam hadn't even mentioned it again after that day, instead only shooting Danny the occasional meaningful look that he interpreted as "Well? I'm waiting, it's on you to continue this."

He took two steps forward, but stopped just before entering onto the lighter tiles of the store's entrance. Would Sam actually like this as his Christmas present, instead of other stuff - namely, things he could actually tell their family he got?

Danny turned and was about to walk away, but then spun around for just one last look at the bra. It was so, so pretty, and would look so, so good against Sam's tanned skin; he could envision his lover perfectly in that little blue piece, coyly teasing Danny as he ran his hands over his lacy chest.

He took in a sharp breath and marched into the store, bags of presents banging against his thighs as he rushed over to the rack to closer inspect the bra. Danny set his purchases down on the ground so he could touch it, tentatively reaching out a finger to run over the scalloped trim along one of the cups.

Danny realized that the one he was looking at would never fit Sam, but, luckily, there was a whole row of blue items in different sizes behind it. He flicked through the hangers, eyebrows knitting together at all of the different numbers, letters, prices, and, he realized, slightly different styles and designs.

Which one should he choose - what would look best on Sam, and what would fit him? Danny was at a loss. The first bra he had seen and fallen in love with appeared to be the only one of its kind, which was highly disappointing but he knew that often happened when shopping - if you fall in love with something, chances are it's not going to work out. Such was life.

The other bras, though: all were the same pale blue, but some had no beading, some possessed a ridiculous amount of straps, and one was also covered in purple, trailing vines embroidered over the lace, curling over the soft fabric.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

Danny startled, looking over his shoulder at a friendly, understanding looking employee. He nodded sheepishly, nudging aside some of his bags with his foot so he wasn't barricaded in a circle of paper bags.

"Yeah, I'm... I don't know what size to get- yeah," he cut himself off, nearly saying "to get my boyfriend" but realizing that maybe he shouldn't.

It wasn't like Danny was ashamed of being bisexual, but he figured that revealing he was dating a guy and buying him lingerie was not a good idea - not only because she could react weird, but because who knew who could recognize him. He decided it was safest to just pretend to be buying a present for his girlfriend, it was close enough and completely plausible, if only requiring more thought before he spoke.

"Of course! Do you know what size she is?"

He shook his head, looking back at all of the tags. Like every guy, he knew, roughly, that A was small and D was big - stereotypically perfect, though Danny disagreed - but there were also double letters and numbers that were confusing him. He had no frame of reference to know what size the numbers indicated, nor the scope of the sizes. 28 was the smallest he saw, but it still seemed like an awfully big number for Sam's tiny ribcage, and many of the other girls he'd met, too.

"That's all right, this is probably a surprise, huh?" The employee, he saw her name was Stephi, gave him a knowing look and a grin, and Danny nodded again, smiling back.

"Yeah, she... she's been kind of hinting, but this is totally going to be a surprise and I didn't really think to check sizes before I came. She's really small though, very skinny and uh, an A cup, I think. What are the numbers?"

"Oh, the numbers are for band size, it's like the circumference of the of the ribcage. She'd probably be a 28A, that's the smallest we have," Stephi said, sorting through the rack methodically and picking out several of the blue bras as well as a few others from a lower rung. "Do these look like they would fit?"

Danny squinted at them, trying to imagine if they would hang slack on Sam's body or sit snug like they were supposed to.

"I guess, yeah, those look like they'd fit. Though, I've never really seen her wear the shaped ones, she likes softer things. They're called, uh, it has 'bra' in it..."

Really, Danny didn't want to get the shaped ones because he thought they would pop off of Sam's body weird with nothing to fill them, and that looked both unsexy and uncomfortable. He'd heard one of his past girlfriends talk about some bra thing before; it had sounded like a lighter fabric or something, but he just couldn't remember what it was called.

"A brallette? Yes, we have those, here's a few."

She took the shaped bras and set them aside, holding out a few that looked like lacy, cut off tank tops or teddys, soft and thin fabric that would most likely lay flat if nothing was underneath.

Ah, a brallette! Danny swore he was going to pay more attention to what his partner was talking about when it came to stuff like this, be it Sam or another girlfriend - though, he hoped it would only ever be Sam from now on.

Danny looked at the bras she was holding, trying to decide. There was the soft blue one with purple vines crawling up from the band at the bottom, little flowers budding up high over the mesh and lace top and then continuing over the straps. He really liked that one, so he gently took it from her and kind of tucked it under his arm, then continued surveying.

Another was completely pale pink lace, "Millenial Pink" he was pretty sure. His eyes passed over it, going instead for one of similar design but of a rich, deep green color. He grabbed that one too, and decided not to get any of the others Stephi was holding.

He thanked her for her help, figuring he had a good grasp of what bras to get, now.

"No problem! I'm sure she'll love these, let me know if you need anything else, I'll be at the counter."

Stephi turned and started walking away, then came back to him. "Hey, you have a lot of bags, do you want to put them next to the counter while you shop, if you think it'll be awhile? It might make it easier."

Danny grinned at her. "Oh, yes, please, and thank you."

He appreciated how nice she was being to him, even though that was technically her job and she'd probably seen many hapless boyfriends in the store before. Still, it was the busy week before Christmas, and she had taken the time to patiently help him while people were rushing and yelling and making a mess of things all around them. Danny carried his bags over to where she directed and took the metal basket she gave him, turning back to survey the store for anything else that caught his eye.

Over in the left corner, he spotted a table full of colorful pieces of cloth - panties, he realized, looking at the mannequins modeling a few pairs. Danny wandered over to them, stopping briefly to run his hands over another bra but moving on when he realized it wasn't something Sam was likely to wear.

There were so many options! Danny knew that there were many, many styles of women's underwear; he was proud to say that he had seen quite a few of them first hand. Still, the colorful piles were almost making his head hurt, though his heart was beating faster with something that felt like excitement.

He picked up pair after pair, settling on the 10 for $100 deal he saw advertised. It seemed ridiculously expensive for tiny, flimsy pieces of fabric, but it would be so, so worth it when he got to see Sam's sinful hips in these cheeky little triangles.

Danny grabbed one more pair of panties and another bra - a matching, strappy set - and brought everything over to the front of the store, waiting in line with all the other ladies and boyfriends to purchase his secret gifts. He grinned at Stephi as she rung him up, thanking her profusely for the help and adding the pink striped bag to his cache of others.

He made his way past the giggling groups of teenage girls out of the store, pausing to give a few of them a smile when they blushed and pointed at him. He would stop and take pictures if they asked, but otherwise, he was a man on a mission.

Danny couldn't get the image of Sam all dressed up for him those two months ago out of his head; his stockings and garter, the corset, his sweet smile. He wasn't likely to find a corset like that at a commercial mall, but the other stuff - he wanted, he needed, to get the complete outfit.

His next stop, after dropping all the other gifts at the car like he had originally intended, was a high-end 'bohemian' boutique right next to Macy's. Danny pushed open the door, quirking his lips at some indie cover of Jingle Bells playing over the store's speaker.

Danny smiled widely, looking over the store. Florals, paisley, glitter, lace and satin and taffeta, all hung like shimmering, rainbow banners on the walls. He knew what Sam's style was, the only thing he had to do was build the bridge between the lingerie he had gotten and what Sam would wear, normally, and it was - hopefully - going to be an unforgettable gift. He decided to start at the hair clips and work his way around to the mini skirts on the other side.

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Two hours and nearly two thousand dollars later, he had three full-to-bursting bags of clothing and accessories for Sam. Danny knew he had gone over board, and over budget, but every time he thought he had found the last item he turned around and another was screaming at him, sometimes from an entirely different store, how good it would look on Sam's lithe body. This new idea had shone a new light on the mall where he had previously found nothing of interest to get his lover; now, it was like he couldn't stop the floor of gifts.

He sighed, hands straining to grasp all of the bag handles as he made his way to the parking lot, trying not to knock anyone over with his haul. Now all that was left was wrapping everything up and placing it under the tree, where Sam could receive it in a few days time.

Danny worried his lip in between his teeth as he loaded up the trunk of the car. He was happy with his purchases, but that didn't mean Sammy would like them. He tried to quell any doubt in his head, though; Sam had asked for Danny to buy him more stuff, so he had. Simple.

The only thing he had to worry about was the wrong person opening the presents - which, shit, maybe they shouldn't go under the tree.

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Jake was smirking, looking back and forth between Danny's red face and his little brother's more self satisfied, but also blushing one.

"So, Sammy, what did you get? Let us see."

Sam shook his head at first, looking like he was being asked to feed his arm to a lion, but then slowly raised his gift out of the mess of tissue paper. It was a top, silver and covered in shimmering fringe all the way down its torso and in lines along the sleeves. Some of the things Danny had gifted Sam toed the line - lacy shirts, crop tops, one skirt, booty shorts (though he already wore those) with the hope that Sam would actually like them, as in making them a part if his every day wardrobe. Dressing up for sex was fun, but Sam's androgyny, even when not sexual, was still incredibly attractive and Danny wanted to encourage it.

Jake whistled. "Dang, Sammy, I might have to "borrow" that from you. But that's not what made you blush, now let us see it. "

"Nuh-uh, no can do Jack-o. Do I demand to see everything your girlfriend gives you?"

"Ooh, so it's that kind of gift!" Josh laughed. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by shining bits of metallic paper and rainbow wrapping, swaddled in a plush red robe and grinning like the little Christmas elf he was; he had demanded they each open one gift before they did Christmas with the entire Kiszka-Wagner clan like usual.

Danny squirmed in his seat, his face getting even darker. He had gotten Sam some regular things so as not to arouse suspicion, and then saved most of the special items for later that night, privately hoping Sam would try them on and give him a little show. But, he had slipped in one pair of frilly white and black panties to let Sam know what was to come.

Sam adamantly refused to show his brothers anything else in the bag, setting it aside behind his chair and shooting Danny a look that could only be described as sultry. Danny swallowed, dry, and opened his own gift from Sam.

It was a gorgeous silk robe, starting at a light lavender and melting into a deep, inky black at the bottom. There was embroidery along the edges, little flowers and curls trimming the sweeping bell sleeves. Black lace formed a belt along the gathered waist, little silver buttons shining against the darkness.

Danny gasped, softly running his fingers over the fabric, feeling the cool softness and already imagining it against his skin.

Sam leaned over and whispered in his ear, one hand curled around Danny's bicep. "I'll wear anything you get me, but I want you to do the same, at least try it. What do you think?"

Danny turned to Sam, almost at a loss for words. "It's... it's beautiful, Sammy, of course I'll wear it. We'll be matching."

It was incredible how fast Sam was able to take the reins of a situation and flip it - here, Danny had thought that he was indulging his lover's interest, but, apparently, Sam had realized that Danny was just as into it and brought the control back to himself. Danny was putty in his hands, buying what he wanted and following every order, and he always would be, with joy.

"Woah, that's cool. But why'd you get Danny a lacy robe?"

Danny looked up, startled, to see both of the twins leaning over and staring into the box on his lap. He quickly put the top back on and shrugged, not sure how he had forgotten they were there. It was the excitement, he supposed, and the sentimentality of the gift, too, that had distracted him.

Jake shook his head, mumbling "Weirdos," under his breath and going to start gathering up the wrapping paper strewn all over the floor. There was a weird air in the room, one Danny couldn't quite shake. Sam was still sitting way too close to him and giving him looks, not at all helping him get his head back on straight.

"So, anyways, did I mention that I got us matching sweaters? Mom will love them!"

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To Be Continued

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MASTERLIST

OTHER LINKS:

WATTPAD

ROCK FIC

@insannywestan - Sanny shipping blog

@theladylovingcrow - my writing/art blog. If you wanna skip all the other posts on my main and get straight to the good stuff, go here (or use this masterlist!)

*** CONTAIN SMUT

* CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES/EXTENSIVE KISSING

Greta Van Fleet

SANNY (Sam Kiska x Danny Wagner)

*** The Most Beautiful Distraction - tumblr - AO3 *** Fuck The Movie, I Wanna Fuck You - tumblr - AO3 *** Skin on Skin, Hearts Laid Bare - tumblr p1, p2, p3 - AO3 *** Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace - tumblr - AO3 *** No, Sam! - tumblr - AO3 *** Keys To My Heart - tumblr - AO3 *** Blood Brothers - tumblr - AO3 *** These Dreams - tumblr - AO3

* The Sweetness of Love’s Bliss - tumblr - AO3

Don’t Go Away Mad (Please Actually Talk To Me About the Issue) - tumblr - AO3

New Places, Friendly Faces - p1, p2, p3 - AO3

TWINS

* Freezeframe (slash) - tumblr - AO3

Then I Recognized Me (more platonic) - tumblr - AO3

* High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) - tumblr - AO3

DRABBLES

* GVF Halloween Drabbles - tumblr - AO3

BAND

Four Cute Little Piggies In a Blanket (all four ~ yes I’m that way) - AO3

Metallica

Eyes of Juniper - AO3

Guns N’ Roses

STEVEN ADLER X IZZY STRADLIN

A New Addition To The Family - AO3

DUZZY (Duff Mckagan x Izzy Stradlin)

*** Black Dog - AO3

Baby, Let’s Get Wet - AO3

Young Love In The Woods - AO3

Lazy Days - AO3

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back - AO3

SLAXL (Slash x Axl Rose)

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back - AO3

Other Fandoms I Could Write For

Merlin (BBC)

Led Zeppelin

Queen

Elementary (tv show)

Percy Jackson Series (the first 12 books)

How To Train Your Dragon

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Catch-22 (book)

Hey Folks! A few reminders I would love for y'all to read

• I WILL write straight romance/sex or reader inserts, you just have to ask for it! I know that my library is all gay slash, that’s just because that’s all that has been asked if me

• I love feedback! Give my stories an out of ten rating, constructive criticism, a video of you screaming, I don’t care - But any reactions to my work are greatly cherished and much encouraged. It helps me gauge what y'all are into and improve writing

• My disclaimer, as copy-pasted from Rockfic: I don’t own any of these people, places, or ideas (except the ones that I do). Any coincidences are just that. If you have a problem with my subject matter (other than a factual correction - you can comment that and I’ll fix it) message me privately and I may or may not respond.

A/N: If any of these links aren’t working, please let me know so I can fix them! Thank you.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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The Most Beautiful Distraction (Sanny)

💋 SMUT 💋

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: Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka (Sanny)

Length: about 3.7k

Warnings/Tags: tenderness, hurt/comfort, smut (French kissing, blow jobs, anal sex, riding, couch sex, slight D/S, dirty talking, tender sex with all of this thrown in)

Summary: ""Wanna ride you," Sam sighed, admission joining the swirl of colors in the air around them; burgundy kisses, blue touches, bright electric flashes of pain subdued by delicate green affection and care. Danny ached for him - the fiery burn in his stomach overcoming the duller waves from his burned hands."

Author's Notes: I practically have a personal cheerleader in @satans-helper and it's.... just so, so nice. Thank you, darling, for all of the incredible feedback, compliments, encouragement, and for being my friend. This is for you :) Also, I recommend her work so hard, it's amazing

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"No no no - stop it. The more you do with them the more it'll hurt, you know that," Sam scolded softly, taking Danny's bandaged hands in his and slowly removing the bottle of ointment from them.

Danny scowled and let Sam set the gel aside; he was a bit annoyed with Sam's diligent attentiveness to his injury. It was so sweet and endearing how much Sam cared for him - and he really, really appreciated it - but Danny couldn't stand being prevented from doing anything for himself, so he got cranky, sometimes.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't like it."

"I hate it. But, I guess I'm not really mad at you. I'm just so freaking frustrated! I can't do anything!"

"I know, I know, I hate it, too," Sam cooed, gently massaging his wrists and forearms where his skin was bared in between the linen wrappings. "I hate seeing you hurt, but you need to let it heal some more before you use your hands or it'll damage them more."

Danny nodded again and sighed, resting his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam held him close, petting his hair and shuffling further towards Danny on the couch.

After nearly five minutes of Danny sniffling quietly into his neck, Sam gently pushed him back on the couch cushions. He ignored Danny's confused expression and swung a leg over his, situating himself so that he was straddling Danny's lap.

Danny looked relieved. He loved to cuddle and hold onto Sam, they both knew it, but it was incredibly hard for him to ask for. Usually, he would grab at Sam's waist and pull him on top of himself, but currently.... Sam had taken it upon himself to fulfil that desire Danny wasn't able to verbalize, and he was grateful for that.

"Here, let me," Sam said, lifting up one of Danny's hands from his thighs and carefully unwrapping the bandage.

Danny hissed when the cloth was removed from his burned skin, small fibers snagging minutely before letting go. Sam apologized quietly and dropped the dirty bandage onto the floor.

"Sammy, gonna gave to clean that up. You know not to litter," Danny teased, looking up at Sam's concentrated face and trying to block out the pain.

"It's not litter in my own house, now try to hold still."

Danny clenched the muscles in his body, from his shoulders down to his toes, when Sam swiped the special disinfectant the doctor had given him over the damaged area.

His entire torso ached, even though the wounds were only on his hands and partially up his forearms. The accident - a grease fire while trying to cook up some Bratwurst and veggies for dinner - had happened a little over a week ago, in the Kiszka kitchen. Kelly and the twins had worked on putting it out while Karen immediately plunged his singed hands into cold water, Sam standing by, worried, trying to soothe Danny whilst panicking himself.

When the smoke had cleared, Danny's whimpering had told them that the burns were worse than they had hoped. Sam drove them to the hospital, one hand on Danny's knee the entire time. Danny wasn't sure how he had made it through the entire time without crying, but he figured that Sam's grounding touch, and the ice Kelly had wrapped around his hands, had helped a lot.

The doctor, once they had finally made it through the E.R. waitlist, had cleaned and treated the burns, given him some painkillers, and a prescription for some healing gel that he was supposed to put on twice a day after disinfecting with another cream. And, Danny wasn't allowed to use his hands for anything uneccesary - basically everything, including drumming, the doctor and Sam had both said - for three weeks.

Danny insisted that wiping himself was absolutely necessary, but, other than that, Sam was with him every second of the day to do *everything* else. He fed him, got him dressed, drove them around - though he already did that, generally - put on the record he wanted and even got in the bath with him every other day.

Sam unscrewed the bottle and swiped his fingers into it, getting a glob of healing gel. He smeared it over Danny's wounds, as gently as possible, making him sigh at the relieving cold and slight numbness from the low level steroids in it.

Sam finished treating one hand, bringing it up to his mouth and softly skimming his lips over Danny's burnt knuckles. He rewrapped it in clean bandages and picked up the other hand, going through the same process.

"There, all done. Looks like they're healing right on time," Sam said, looking pleased. It was because of his care - whether it occasionally annoyed Danny or not - that Danny's burns were finally going through the healing process.

"Thank you," Danny said quietly.

He used his forearms to put pressure on either side of Sam's waist, bringing him in closer. Sam smiled, chucking the medical supplies to the other end of the couch and going where Danny directed him; moving his hips forward until he was right above Danny's pelvis, arms around his neck, chests pressed together.

"Danny," Sam sighed, rolling his whole body in a languid rhythm, gauging his mate's interest. "How's your pain level?"

"Mmm, I could use a distraction."

Danny had his face buried in Sam's shoulder, speaking against his soft skin. He used his nose to nuzzle into Sam's neck at the base, pushing aside his shirt and running over the silky skin that was revealed.

Inhaling Sam's unique pine-weed-lavender-musk scent, Danny took a soft bite at his shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the fine bone of Sam's shoulder, nipping occasionally, then chose a spot near his bicep and increased his pressure, gently sinking his teeth into the skin and flesh. He suctioned his lips around the spot, bringing blood to the surface and increasing the pleasure-pain sensations, making Sam moan right above his ear.

Usually, when they did this -

those quiet moments when they found the time to be alone and the courage to be completely open - Danny's hands were all over Sam: stroking his hair, running over his lips, squeezing his ass, and reverently touching his skin. Now, he wasn't even able to unfurl his fists to really hold onto Sam, could only wrap his arms around his waist and let his hands dangle behind them.

Danny's fists clenched painfully, wanting so bad to grab at Sam, run his hands up and down his narrow body and over his rocking hips. Instead, he shoved his hips up, pressing his growing erection against Sam's ass, and decorated his neck with kisses and hickeys - feeling the textures of his skin with the nerve receptors in his lips rather than his fingertips.

Sam was moaning at the back of his throat, vibrations tantalizing against Danny's cheek. He clutched at the back of Danny's head, holding him close and threading his fingers through Danny's thick hair.

"Yes, love me. Focus on me, let me distract you. Let me love you," he sighed, rocking his covered cock into Danny's stomach.

Danny whined, closing his eyes and swiping his tongue over Sam's adam's apple, tasting his sweet sweat. He moved his hips faster, following Sam's rhythm, nerves alighting at the deliberate pressure Sam was putting on him with every downwards thrust of his pelvis.

"Wanna ride you," Sam sighed, admission joining the swirl of colors in the air around them; burgundy kisses, blue touches, bright electric flashes of pain subdued by delicate green affection and care. Danny ached for him - the fiery burn in his stomach overcoming the duller waves from his burned hands.

"Please, Sammy, want you to," he breathed, desperate and high in his throat.

Sam cupped his face, running his callused thumbs over Danny's cheekbones and pressing their lips together with passionate force. He kept the control, and Danny let him; Sam's tongue traced the inside of his mouth like he had built it himself and knew every part - no tentative exploring necessary.

Danny's dick lurched, loving Sam's dominance in the situation. He knew that everything he needed would be taken care of, and then some; his mate would guide them both to a more than satisfying release. And, the journey there - the building, dripping, undulating, passionate love making - would be sweeter than ever, because it was with Sam.

His best-friend-now-also-lover sighed Danny's name, throwing his head back, long hair tickling Danny's hands resting on his back. Sam kept their hips together, rhythm still going, but pulled his heaving torso away from Danny's wandering mouth. He reached down and gripped the hem of his shirt, slowly raising it over his head and tossing it aside.

Danny's mouth was immediately on Sam's chest, licking over the smooth skin and flicking his little brown nipples with his tongue. He moaned against Sam, trailing scalding kisses in between his pecs and down his abdomen, contorting his back to nuzzle into Sam's navel and the sparse hairs right below it.

Sam shuffled around a bit, getting his knees firmly planted on the couch either side of Danny and raising himself up, giving more access. Danny flicked his eyes up to Sam's face, grinning excitedly, and laved his tongue over Sam's sharp hip bones.

Keeping one hand in Danny's hair, Sam used the other to reach past the waistband of his pajama pants. He wrapped his fist around the hard flesh inside, bringing it out for Danny's mouth to love.

Love he did: suck and trace and lick and slobber and moan - Danny gave Sam the best he could, employing all of the tricks he had learned over the course of their physical relationship.

Sam groaned, long and low, when Danny carefully covered his teeth and worked his way down Sam's shaft, moving up and down, descending centimeter by centimeter until his nose nearly brushed Sam's pubes. He clenched the muscles in his ass tightly, trying hard not to thrust and choke his lover.

Danny pulled off with an obscene slurp. "You can move, it's okay. Just be slow," he gasped, throat rough and already going back in for more.

Sam nodded, whimpered, putting both hands on Danny's broad shoulders and thrusting his hips in shallow waves, easing into the rhythm Danny had going. He moved a bit faster when Danny pulsated his tongue along the vein under his cock, purposefully spurring Sam on through his actions.

"Ugnnn... Danny! Danny, baby, gotta stop. I wanna come while you fuck me."

Sam had to physically pry Danny away from his dick, much to his amusement. He knew that, once he was situated with all of that hard, impressive heat tucked up inside him, Danny would want to him cum that way, too. But he was distracted now, so enraptured with Sam that he was focusing solely on his pleasure.

"Seriously, dude, let go." Danny backed away, pouting like Sam had just yanked a treat from his mouth - he had, technically. "Wanna come *with* you, it'll be better for both of us to build it up."

Danny nodded, seeing the logic, and kissed at Sam's chest again. Sam ran his hands down Danny's arms to the edges of the bandages and back up again. He lowered himself back onto Danny's lap, grinding his exposed dick against the fabric covering Danny's hard stomach.

"Mmm, c'mon, let's get this off of you."

Sam raised the hem of Danny's tee shirt, helping him take it off like he had been every night - and some afternoons and mornings, like now, when the mood to admire him struck. Immediately, his hands were back to explore all of Danny's warm, tanned skin, fingernails lightly scratching shivery trails.

Suddenly, Danny bucked his hips extra hard, nearly knocking Sam off of him; he got the message. Sam stood up, quickly pulling his pants the rest of the way off, stopping only a few moments to let Danny look at him hungrily before he dived for his crotch.

Sam squeezed the erection trapped in Danny's leggings - gotten from the Macy's clearance section because his sister found a good deal - working his fingers around it's length and in between his thighs to tickle at Danny's balls.

"Please, baby," Danny groaned, spreading his legs wider and moving his hips in desperate circles, eyes heavy lidded as he watched Sam on his knees before him.

"Please, what? I'll take care of you, always, but I need to know what to do," Sam said, smirking.

Danny moaned again and raised his arms, then let them flop back down on the couch, burns and bandages rendering his hands useless.

After a few pitiful looks from Danny and some deliberate strokes from Sam, he finally whined, "Please take my cock out. Please, please ride me."

Sam grinned at him, pleased, and placed a kiss on his sweaty stomach, right above the elastic waistband. He yanked the leggings down in one quick move, with the help of Danny's raised butt off the couch.

"Lube, we need lube!" Danny said, looking almost frantic.

Sam reached over to the small pile of medical supplies a cushion away and came back with a bottle of premium sexual lubricant, waving it above his head with a little flourish.

"Did you plan this?" Danny laughed, raising a thick brow at Sam's smug expression.

"I figured you'd be in a lot of pain, and that you might want a distraction... are you saying I should have left it upstairs where I would have had to go get it?"

"No, no, it was a great plan. This is good- *so* good," Danny assured, throwing his head onto the back of the couch when Sam stroked him with a slick fist.

Sam gave him a few more pumps, squeezing his balls for good measure, then removed his hand from Danny's junk. He moved to straddle Danny again, generously lubing up two of his right-hand fingers and bringing them behind himself, leaning on Danny for support.

His best friend was gazing up at him, love and lust and happiness all swirling in his hazel eyes. Danny mirrored Sam's expression when he pressed his first finger inside of himself, mouth open and eyes fluttering at the sensation.

Sam worked his finger in all the way, concentrating on relaxing and enjoying the stretch, and the knowledge of what was to come. He pumped it in and out, then brought his hand back up for more lube before carefully working his second finger inside.

"I can't wait to ride you. I like to do this - and I know you like watching me - but having your dick inside of me is the best. Gonna make me cum so hard, baby."

Sam used his other hand to cup Danny's chin, bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss. He bit at Danny's bottom lip, and Danny then sucked on his, wet tongues meeting again and again in the midst of a battle for dominance. Danny let Sam win, he knew, for it was what they both needed at the moment. Sam would take care of him, like he had promised. Always.

"I'm adding another. Ugh, so close, honey, gonna line you up and sit down; ride you until you cum inside me. Will you- cum in me?" Sam asked, hips bucking into air when his third finger brushed at his prostate.

He locked eyes with Danny as he pumped and stretched himself - though his mate had only the noises and Sam's face to discern what was happening back there - and found his soul staring right back at him. Danny surged forward to kiss him; frantic, nearly, all over his mouth and chin, down his neck, back up to his ear.

Danny squared his feet on the carpet, getting good grounding to rub himself all over Sam while his lover prepped himself over his lap. His dick nudged at Sam's balls, the base of his own cock, his thighs, building up a teasing friction to ready him for the main event.

Sam breathed out, slow and steady, as he added his pinky. Four fingers - in and out, spread and stretch, twist the wrist and get a shock of electric pleasure. He kissed Danny's temple, excited for what was coming - it was exhilarating whenever they got to be together, no matter how many times it happened.

"Are you ready, babe? I'm so ready for you," he sighed, removing his fingers.

"Yes, Sammy, yes," Danny hissed when he poured more lube onto his cock, slicking it all over.

Sam raised up on his knees again, reaching under himself to grab Danny and guide him back to his hole. He closed his eyes and moaned freely, always enjoying the first breach, when he got Danny in place and started sinking down.

Danny was panting, knowing by now to keep himself still as possible while Sam adjusted at his own pace. It was hard, though; Sam was so incredibly sexy on top of him, in charge, caring for the both of them and taking what he wanted.

They moaned as one when Sam got halfway down, pausing to breathe and grin at each other. Sam squeezed Danny's shoulder, leaning down to kiss him tenderly, and Danny wrapped his arms tighter around Sam's waist, holding him snug to his chest.

The slide down started again, Sam whimpering quietly when he felt Danny's sack against his ass. They were connected, now - physically, pleasingly tangible to his nerves lighting up like a string of lights along his spine.

"Holy shit- fuuuck!" Danny groaned when Sam slowly clenched around him, then rocked in his lap a little bit.

"Feel that, honey? That's you, and that's me. I'm gonna ride you now, hold on," Sam grinned, feral, raising his hips and sitting back down in a sharp movement.

Danny was breathing harshly through his nose, thrusting up to meet Sam with his thighs. His eyes followed his lover's every twitch - the moans, the flutter of lashes, his sweet mouth open and panting Danny's name - and he obeyed every command they silently gave him. When Sam lurched forward and squeezed his shoulders, Danny made sure to keep his hips angled in the same way. When he whimpered and threw his head back, long column of his throat basked in afternoon sunlight, Danny kissed it and whispered in his ear as he sped up.

"Ohh, Sammy. So good, you feel so good, I love you. Thank you, thank you!"

"Don't, don't thank me, this is what I wanted," Sam whispered, tipping his head forward again to pant into Danny's ear. "We share this, like everything else, and we cum together, baby. C'mon, make me cum, Daniel."

Sam nibbled at the shell of Danny's ear, then tongued at his lobe, tasting the metallic tang of his earrings. His lips moved across Danny's cheekbones and kissed at the bridge of his nose, tender affection and sexual passion mixing as he rode harder.

Danny sobbed into his shoulder, hugging Sam close to him, desperately kissing any skin that he could reach. One of Sam's hands was scratching at his broad back, and the other was inbetween them, jerking himself off.

Sam could barely catch his breath with how hard he was working to get them both to a release. His thighs were burning, and he made sure to clench the muscles in his ass every time he sat down, wringing the orgasm out of Danny.

"Mmmmm, ohhh Sammy," Danny sighed, always quieter when he came than during the actual sex.

"Yes, baby, like that. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, too!"

Grinding his hips in tight circles to stimulate his prostate, panting and moaning like a madman, Sam came on top of Danny, soaking the space in between them. He clenched spasmadically around Danny's cock, making his lover groan as both of their orgasms kept going longer than they usually would of if Sam hadn't been at the helm - he liked to draw it out and make Danny beg just a bit more.

"Okay, okay, I'm so distracted I'm gonna be in pain again. Stop, Sammy, I'm done."

Sam chuckled as he lifted himself off of Danny and let him slip out, a trickle of cum going with him. He sat back down on Danny's thighs, grinning at him and petting his chest and shoulders.

"Sorry, that was just so good. You know how to work me so well," he said, kissing Danny's bottom lip.

"Mmm, I should say that to you. You rode me like nobody's business, Sam-a, damn," Danny mumbled, kissing him back.

Sam squeezed his cheeks in his hands, rubbing their mouths and noses together in more of a canine kiss than a human one. He ran one hand down Danny's arm to his left hand, carefully holding it.

Danny squeezed back, weakly, as any movement still did hurt. He sighed and rested his head against Sam, eyes slipping closed.

"You wanna sleep, baby? We can take a nap, but it probably shouldn't be in this position."

Danny laughed tiredly and nodded, looking at Sam with sleepy, love-filled eyes. Sam gazed back at him, tracing his brows with one gentle finger.

"I love you, too, by the way - but you know that." They both grinned. "Yeah, c'mon, we can sleep for a bit before bath time."

"Ughh," Danny groaned, "bath time? I feel like a child."

"Well, it's more for me than it is for you, today," Sam said, sliding off of Danny's lap onto the floor, then standing up and helping his mate to his feet. "I gotta clean myself off, you saying you don't wanna join me?"

"No, no, I didn't say that. Always jumping to conclusions, Sam-a."

Sam rolled his eyes and looped his arm around Danny's waist, walking them down the hall. He flopped dowm onto their King-sized bed and groaned, stretching his body like a cat.

"Man, we went hard. I'm gonna sleep for hours."

Danny flopped down next to him, throwing an arm over his ribs and nuzzling his neck.

"Hey, well, that was mostly you doing the work. But, yeah, sleep time now," he shuffled his legs around a bit, getting situated. "G'night, babe, I love you."

Sam kissed his temple, wrapping his limbs around Danny and sighing. He brought a pillow down from the head of the bed, shoving it under a sleepy Danny - taking care of him, always - then closed his eyes for a much needed nap.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Fuck the Movie, I Wanna Fuck You (Sanny)

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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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Lmao look I wanted to do a makeup/supernatural edit too. I give you silly gorgeous dark wizard Sammy or somethin like that

#sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam gvf #sammy gvf #gvf #greta van fleet #edit #photo edit #gvf edit #makeup #makeup edit #supernatural edit

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New Places, Friendly Faces Part 3 (Sanny)

https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: Yep! I've officially adopted an every Monday post schedule for this, so that's cool! Just an fyi about the ending of this chapter, I'm so sorry to disappoint of you're hoping for a magical portal but that's not it (that wpuld have been cool but this is a mundane story)

https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny

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"Right... well, I'm officially off duty once I ring you up, so why don't you two get out of here and have some fun."

Danny fished into his pocket one handed, finding his wallet. He tried to open it and get a ten out while still holding on to Sam, but it was pretty difficult so he was forced to let go in order to pay. He thought it was a little overly dramatic of his heart, but it literally stopped beating out of disappointment for a second. God. He was already completely whipped.

Sam stood up and grabbed the keys, going back to his other table to put on his coat while Danny got his change back from Ronnie. She, now sitting at the table with her other brothers, waved them goodbye as they exited the cozy diner, stepping out into the frigid snow.

Sam immediately grabbed Danny's hand back, putting both of them in his pocket as he started to walk around the back of the building to the employee's section of the parking lot.

Sam suddenly stopped, turning to look at Danny. "Shit, wait, how did you come here? Do you have a car?"

"Uhh, my mom dropped me off."

Sam nodded and kept walking. Danny, for some reason, didn't want to leave it at that - Sam didn't seem overly judgemental, but he wanted to show that he wasn't a completely helpless dork.

"Usually I get her car on the weekends," he continued, "but she had some thing to attend over in North Star and she couldn't get a ride. She brought me here and gave me money for the bus to take home."

"Hey, well, now you don't have to take the bus!"

Sam grinned at him, unlocking the door to his sister's car and opening it for Danny. He smiled to himself and ducked his head, getting in. Fuck whatever societal expectations - not like they really applied to gay couples anyways - he loved to be treated sweetly, too.

Starting the ignition and carefully backing out of the parking space, Sam laughed, loud and happy. Danny looked at him curiously.

"Oh my god, I just picked up a total hottie and we're going on a rendezvous in my sister's car! This is crazy!"

Danny laughed, too, amazed at the situation. Like, holy shit, he was in this guy's (sister's) car that he had met less than an hour ago and they were on their way to who knew where. And he didn't even care! Never in his life had Danny been less concerned about the future; his music, his golfing, school, the world at large, none of it mattered when Sam was sitting next to him, singing along to Jimi Hendrix and looking absolutely stunning in the passing lamplight.

They drove for a time, speeding past cozy houses and dense acres of trees that outlined the starlit sky. Sam didn't seem to have a destination in mind any time soon, and Danny didn't really care if the car never stopped driving. The radio started to fuzz out as the got further into the woods, and nothing but an old talk show was coming in, so Sam had Danny put in his Clapton CD he'd left in Ronnie's car.

"I was looking for that! Figured I'd left it in here, but I don't get the car as often now that she's working more."

Danny nodded, enjoying hearing these little bits about Sam's siblings. It always interested him - learning small facts about people and getting glimpses into their lives, even more so when he was very interested in that person themselves, too.

"So, Ronnie is older than you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah she's a year older than me, she just started taking some classes at the adult school in Saginaw. She's been working at Gerald's for awhile, but she gets adult hours, now, which is good because we like to stay out late and go see her," Sam laughed.

"Oh, that's cool. What about your brothers, the twins? Are they your only other siblings?"

"Yes, fortunately. I don't know how Mom and Dad handled us, we're all within three years of each other. What about you, are you an only child?"

Danny had been right, they were all close in age. Four kids, two of them twins! He still couldn't wrap his head around how that could possibly work out for the parents, but they all seemed to be nice people and clearly got along well. It was pretty nice, actually, having a (potential) boyfriend with a good relationship with his family - Danny knew that it might of been a slightly unfair dating requirement, but he wanted someone who loved their family as much as he did.

"I have a younger sister, she's a freshman at Frankenmuth High. I'm a senior, by the way."

"Wait, what? Me too! I wonder why I've never seen you if we go to the same school. How have I never noticed you before?" Sam exclaimed, making a sharp turn and pulling off of the paved road onto a dirt track.

Danny contemplated that, too. How one Earth had he never seen Sam if they went to the same fucking school? Sam was, like, *magnetic* or something, it didn't make any sense.

Sam interrupted him, not meaning to, as he was about to speak. "Alright, we're here. Sorry, continue," he grinned at Danny, looking sheepish at cutting him off. Danny smiled in return, telling him it was alright.

They got out of the car, shutting the doors gently so as not to disturb the peaceful nighttime forest, and also not to dent Ronnie's car.

Danny resumed what he was saying as Sam led him around to the trunk and started rooting around. "About not seeing me at school, well, you didn't have a reason to until now. I mean, it's not like a lot of people know me, I don't have many friends and I kinda tend to stay to the side."

"I can't imagine how you don't have tons of people hanging off of you," Sam said, looking up at Danny with his foxy eyes glinting in the moonlight. (That was cheesy, Danny knew - but his eyes were beautiful) "Like, the only explanation I can come up with as to why you don't have half of the school constantly begging you to notice *them* is because everyone is crazy."

He blushed and grinned, enjoying the feeling of being the one flirted with for once. It was beyond comprehensible for Danny as to why Sam seemed so taken by *him*, but it wasn't something he wanted to give up anytime soon if he could help it, confusion or not.

"Wow, you are a smooth talker, aren't you?"

Sam snorted. "Hardly. I'm telling you what I honestly think, and it's this: I've known you for maybe two hours, and you are the kindest, sweetest, smartest, most beautiful person I've ever met. Past maybe my mother, but that's different. You deserve all the friends in the world, and you could have any boy or girl you choose, I'm sure."

"Well, I'm choosing you," Danny said, blushing and grabbing Sam's hand. He didn't know what it was, but he was being particularly mushy today. Luckily, Sam seemed to really like it.

Sam led him away from the car after locking it up, one arm carrying a briefcase looking container, and the other's hand holding Danny's. They walked through the light snowfall and under heavy bows of trees, going along a path Danny couldn't see but that, apparently, Sam knew well.

Danny had the quick thought that Sam was going to murder him, and maybe he shouldn't ignore his survival instincts, but he decided that Sam would *never* kill him. He also asked, though, just to be sure.

"Are you planning on killing me out here?"

Sam laughed his donkey bray, swinging their hands and taking another slight turn around a large tree. "No, I don't think I'd be able to physically overpower you, you're probably way stronger than I am."

"Oh, yeah? But what about a gun? What's in the box, Sammy?"

Danny was grinning inside, though externally he blocked it so that his facade wouldn't slip. Sam stopped and stood in front of him.

"I'll show you what's in the box!" Sam said, holding it up in front of his crotch like that SNL sketch.

"Ooh, my favorite!" Danny wiggled his brows, staring at the box where, right behind it, was Sam's dick. They both laughed, faces rosy and eyes crinkled.

Danny was glad that he had chosen Sam over Ronnie, not only for the fact that Sam actually liked him back, but that he got along so well with him. Even if the romance was a bust, he could tell that they would be very good friends, the connection was that immediate. And, he liked the idea of being best friends with a guy and then also getting to fuck his brains out at the end of the day.

'I'm getting ahead of myself, he said he has standards.'

'*No*, he said that he won't fuck you in his sister's car, but he wants to.'

"Sam, dude, where are we going? What are we doing out here, like, really?" He choked out, dying to know and also hoping that the plans included at least a kiss.

Danny hadn't been this desperate to kiss someone in- possibly forever, really. He didn't know why he was so intent on getting Sam's lips on him (though, he supposed he did: like, *look* at Sam's mouth). It wasn't like himself to be this out of control - albeit on his own head - but Sam had this effect on him.

Logically, Danny knew that if Sam wanted to go slower he would totally respect that choice and not even be put out about it, he liked just being with Sam that much. But, a kiss.... He wanted just a taste, in case this was the only date he got to have with Sam.

"We're almost there, and then I'll show you," Sam said quietly.

They continued walking, going up a gentle slope and then around a giant boulder. When they came around the other side, Danny saw that the rock had been obscuring a pristinely white, snow covered clearing. All around them, flakes fell softly from the sky, some decorating the trees, and others landing on their heads.

Sam turned to look at him, grinning. "Isn't it pretty? I feel like, whenever I come here, I've entered another dimension or something."

Danny nodded, his breath nearly taken away by the delicate magic of the moment. Well, it wasn't completely perfect - his nose was running, his gloveless hands were both freezing and clammy in Sam's, and he had no fucking clue where he was - but Sam was so, so beautiful in this place he had brought them to.

They stood and stared at the scene, taking in everything, from the stars peaking out from in between the clouds to the feel of their thumbs rubbing back and forth over each other's knuckles.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam broke it, speaking softly, "This is one of my favorite places on Earth to be. We come here during all seasons, but there's just something more.... *special*, I guess, when everything is pure and damp and quiet."

"It's really nice, I can see why you like to bring people here."

"Actually," Sam paused, looking shyly at Danny, "I've never taken anyone else. As far as I can tell, my family are the only people who know about it."

"Really? I- thank you so much for bringing me to such a special spot for you," he gasped, grinning back at Sam's little smile.

Danny was floored, absolutely amazed with this moment in his life. Sam had, for reasons he couldn't understand but figured he'd better stop worrying about, taken him to a place that no one else had been to. It was an intimate, deeply trusting gesture that he'd made, and Danny received it full-heartedly. The scenery felt sacred, now, in a way that he couldn't quite describe but that filled him with content.

"This really does mean a lot, that you're letting me view your spot. I don't know how to say thank you enough for trusting me with this- can I, maybe, take you somewhere special to me next time?"

He was shooting his shot, and praying to whatever deity felt nearest in this winter forest that it would hit it's mark. Sam had decided to take him here right after meeting him, so it *would* work, right? Danny really fucking hoped that it did, and that he hadn't ruined the relationship they were building. It was newly born and a little confusing, but in a good way; they were already fused together somehow, a connection running through them to make it seem like they'd known each other for years instead if hours.

"I'll go anywhere you wanna take me," Sam answered. He looked aware of how cliche what hed said was, but he also didnt seem to care. Damny was internally screaming with joy. "I wasn't sure where I was driving, at first, but I ended up on the path here, and it felt right. You being here feels nice and right."

Danny was smiling openly, happiness on display. He swung their hands and looked up at the sky, where the snow clouds where starting to clear, the last of the flakes finishing their journey to the ground. Sam leaned into him slightly, a pleasurable warmth permeating into Danny's body through the many layers of their clothing.

"This is perfect! I was hoping the clouds would clear up, cause this wouldnt really be much fun without it. Now, c'mon, let me show you the inside."

Danny was completely confused, again. "The inside?"

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Don't Go Away Mad (Please Actually Talk To Me About the Issue) 💜 Sanny 💜

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner

Length: about 1.7k

Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, communication issues, cuddling and snuggling, sharing a bed, getting together, fluff

Summary: They'd slept together so many times - but this was different. It would have been different starting last night, if a misunderstanding hadn't made Danny kick himself to the couch... but that didn't matter now.

Author's Notes: This is cheesy angst, I won't deny it. Fucking relationship miscommunication. Also, I just realized that cuddling is definitely a theme in my stories... I guess since I spend a lot of my writing process in bed or wishing for someone to cuddle with... yeah ok bye imma go hug a pillow

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Sam yawned and stretched, flinging his limbs out to the other half of the morning dawn-lit bed. Danny stood in the doorway, watching him warily, but not fully masking his examinations - or detailed cataloging for appreciation, rather - either.

"Um...morning, Sammy." He bit out, voice soft and a bit hesitant, as if hiding something. "How'd you sleep? Is that bed comfy?"

"You'd know it is if you'd bothered to sleep in it." Danny nearly shivered at the coldness in Sam's voice. "Why didn't you come to bed yesterday? I left you room," he snapped, waving a hand lazily in the air over the green flannel sheets.

There was indeed an empty half of the bed that Sam had dutifully not slept on, so that Danny would have had a space to slip into when he was supposed to get in. But he hadn't made a peep nor an appearance all night. By three in the morning, Sam accepted that he was going to be left alone and confused for the night. By his waking a mere few hours later, he was not only confused, but pissed off. What had he done? Why was he getting the cold treatment? Why was Danny breaking up the good thing they had had going - slow, tentative, silent, but moving steadily forward to something he thought they both wanted?

"Well, I didn't think you'd appreciate me sleeping in the same bed as you. I slept on the couch."

"Dude, what are you talking about, what is this?" Sam scoffed. "We've slept together so many times! I don't mind at all. Why on Earth would you ruin your back on the couch?" He said - almost yelled, but held himself back - brazen in his hurt and anger, not bothering to speak delicately about this... thing like they usually did.

Danny grimaced. "Oh, well I, I thought you were really mad at me... aren't you?"

"What?" Sam asked again, sitting up. Danny looked away as the blankets pooled around his bare hips, shuffling his feet still in the doorway. "No, I'm not mad at you, or, at least, I wasn't yesterday. Why would you think that?"

Danny shrugged and looked down. "I dunno, I just- it seemed like you were upset yesterday, and I guessed it had something to do with me because you were being a bit...cranky and standoffish, you kept telling me to go do things that were away from you, and your answers were always short when I tried to talk. I figured you'd want the bed to yourself, and you certainly wouldn't want to see me anymore for awhile."

Sam sighed, anger gone and guilt replacing it, patting the space next to him. Danny hesitantly sat down, keeping as much distance between his butt and Sam's body as he could without falling off of the bed.

"So, your solution was to assume you needed to give me space, and you put yourself through discomfort so you wouldn't upset me further?"

Danny nodded timidly, still not looking at Sam. His best friend frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder - but Danny stiffened up, back ramrod straight and eyes staring to the doorway.

"Danny!" Sam gasped, quiet but passionate. He wiggled over in the bed, wrapping all of his limbs around him. "That was incredibly sweet of you, but please, please don't ever do it again."

Danny's head turned towards Sam a fraction, his shoulders loosening almost imperceptibly. Sam moved his hand down from Danny's shoulder to his chest, resting it over his beating heart. The bare skin, still undressed in the early morning, was clammy and slightly sweaty, as if Danny was quietly anxious about more than Sam simply being cranky with him the day before.

"'M not mad, Danya," Sam whispered into the skin on his shoulder, the old nickname stirring a noticeable attention that his other words might not have reached.

"Sure you are, you're mad at me right now."

His voice was quiet; not gentle or even upset, but resigned. It broke Sam's heart that he had somehow given the impression that he was angry at Danny, and that he had causes him this much grief. His earlier questions reflected onto himself: what had he done to break what they had slowly been building?

"Danny, listen to me: I was NOT angry at you yesterday. I was in a bad mood, but you didn't cause it. You're my best friend, and I love you, I never intended to hurt you so bad, didn't even know I was hurting you at all."

"You promise me," Danny asked, his need for a final answer clear, "You promise me that you're not mad?"

He was pulled all the way onto the bed by Sam's skinny arms grabbing at him. He huffed and complied, worming under the covers so that he could cuddle up with Sam like he apparently wanted.

Sam layed a hand on his bicep and looked him in the eyes. "I'm so, so sorry I was in a bitchy mood yesterday, and if I took it out on you without realizing it. But, you absolutely weren't the cause," he said softly. "I don't know what it was that got me so pissed off, but it wasn't you. I was actually really looking forward to going to bed..." he trailed off, the unstated 'with you' self evident.

"Oh... I- oh," Danny whispered, relief and shame at jumping to conclusions without asking Sam coursing through him. "So I didn't need to sleep on the couch?"

"No, no," Sam shook his head, imploring Danny to fully believe him. "You didn't do a single thing wrong, it was me who should have told you what was going on with me, and I should have seen that you were upset, too."

"Yeah, maybe you should've, but I'm sorry, too. I should have just asked. I really don't know why I didn't, honestly," he chuckled, "you'd think that, by now, we'd be experts in communication."

"Nah, we're mind readers!"

They both laughed, grinning at each other a little easier now. Danny wrapped his arms around Sam while he giggled and squirmed against him, cracking up at his own comment.

"I didn't realize you forgot your pajamas," Danny said, squeezing Sam's bare thigh in between his thicker, sweatpants covered ones. A hand lightly swatted at Sam's ass, feeling the extent of his "forgotten pajamas" that was pressed up against Danny.

"I was waiting for you. I don't need clothes to keep me warm when I have you."

"Well, I guess I could keep you warm. But what about when you're actually mad at me, for reals?"

Sam made a decision, not ready to let this confusion happen again - he much preferred Danny teasing him while they cuddled.

"From now on, I don't care how mad we actually are at each other, we still sleep in the same bed. I think waking up in the morning to your face right next to me would alleviate most anger, anyways. Don't go to the couch again."

"I won't." Danny sniffed, tilted his head back on the pillow a little to look Sam in his dark eyes. "What about when we aren't mad at each other?"

Sam looked contemplative. After a minute he turned his gaze away from the corner of the room back to Danny, catching his eyes. "We sleep in the same bed."

He sounded confident, but the slight twitch of his left brow was a signal Sam knew Danny knew meant that he was going out on a limb. Sam was suggesting a crossing of lines they had never verbally, and rarely ever consciously, dared to acknowledge. Danny closed his eyes and nodded, resting his forehead against Sam's, feeling the soft breaths that escaped his lips brushing against his own.

The transaction was done, the arrangement agreed upon. Namely: they were now going to be sleeping together - and they both knew that meant literally and also literally - on a regular basis. It was nice to finally acknowledge what they'd both been silently contemplating and tentatively testing out; relieving, even, to have a rule to ground it. They were friends, best friends, during the day, and they would enjoy each other's company immensely. And when nighttime came, they would get in bed together and enjoy each other there, too, in a newer way.

"This could have been arranged a long time ago."

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "but where's the fun in good partner communication? I don't know about you, but I like going to bed angsty and separate from you much better."

The laughter died down and they remained cuddled up, pressed tight against each other, everything forgiven. Danny worked his knuckles up and down Sam's narrow back, working into wiry muscles and bumpy knobs of bone. He circled around the sharp point of a shoulder blade, then the other, feeling out every nuance of Sam's body as if he was trying to learn it as well as his.

Sam ran his hand up Danny's own back, feeling the larger muscle mass subtly shift on his frame - a frame that was probably half a foot wider than Sam's. It covered him, shielded him from anything beyond their world and let him rest his own body on it.

"I seriously have no idea how you fit on that couch. Is your back really okay?"

Danny sighed, confessed, "My right side does kind of hurt, and my shoulders are pretty tense. I had to sleep on my side all hunched up so that I wouldn't fall off the second I relaxed."

"You're such an idiot," Sam murmered, giving the aformented areas a firm rub with his warm hands.

Danny worked his other arm the rest of the way under Sam's torso, grabbing at the small of his back not to pull him close - they were as snug against each other as they could be - but to assure himself, and Sam, that he wasn't going to give up possession of him, ever. He pressed a kiss to Sam's temple, then slowly dragged his lips down to Sam's lips. It was a soft, damp kiss, their first when completely lucid.

Sam broke away with a smile, giving Danny a final kiss before turning his face down, tucking it under Danny's chin. Their pulses slowed and matched as the sun rose, wrapped up in their first of many beds they would truly, actually share.

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New Places, Friendly Faces Part 2 (Sanny)

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2.7k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for weeks to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: Here's the next part, it picks up right where the last left off! I'm hoping that I can update on a weekly basis - every Monday - but I'm not sure if I'll be able to punch out the next part quick enough, since I'm having a hectic week back home with all of my family. But I'll try!

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"Hey, I've got your pie. Mind if I sit and eat mine with you?"

Danny was startled into full consciousness again by that slightly raspy, warm voice he had been imagining calling his name. He looked up, wide eyed and probably gaping like a love struck fool at the super smart supermodel himself standing over his booth, a plate of pie in each hand.

He must have taken Danny's silence, or maybe the awed stare, as assent, because Sam sat down opposite him and set one of the plates of pie in front of Danny.

He cautiously picked up his fork and speared a bite of pastry, keeping a wary eye on Sam while doing so. Daydreaming about holding someone's hand and actually having them sit - uninvited, he might add - across from you were two very different things. Who knew what Sam was actually like, or what Danny would let slip out of his mouth if he got too comfortable?

Sam was already digging into his slice, gathering up a big forkful of flaky crusts and filling to shove into his mouth. Danny was honestly a little worried: he ate like he hadn't seen food in days, and he kind of looked it, too.

"Mmph, man, Stephen makes the best damn pie I've ever had. Just don't tell my grandma I said that," Sam confided in him with a wink, making Danny turn red. God, when had he *ever* been this flustered around someone? He wasn't making a very good impression sitting there mute and acting stupid, he was sure.

"Uhh, Sam... why did you come sit with me?"

Sam looked up at him, his brow quirked.

"How do you know my name? Are you one of Jake's friends?"

'Shit!'

"No, I heard it earlier from-" he was about to say Beiber, but luckily stopped himself, "From one of your brothers, the one with the straight hair. Which one is Jake?"

"Oh, that's him, and Josh is on his left, talking to Kyle. Micah and Jeremy are the ones having a fight with the butter knives by the way, they're the twins' best friends. Huh, I really thought you knew them, you look like the kind of guy that hangs out with us."

Danny wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. He figured it would be best to stay silent and let Sam continue talking, lest he embarrass himself somehow.

"What are you- God, I seriously can't get enough of this pie. What are you doing here all by yourself? Trying to get away from your chores or something?" Sam asked, mouth full.

"What? No," Danny said, brow furrowing a bit. He was a good boy, he always did his chores - the least he could do to help his mom out, really.

"Hmm, maybe you're running away? No, I got it! You're actually a health inspector disguised as a regular customer, and you're gonna crack down on the roaches in the kitchen!"

Danny shook his head, reluctantly enjoying the little guessing game Sam had decided to start playing - he wouldn't want the real reason to come out. Or would he? Would that give him a shot with Sam?

'Get real, he's too pretty for you. And he's probably straight, and thinks you're straight, too.'

"Sam! You KNOW there are no roaches here, stop trying to scare away my customers!"

Ronnie came up, smacking him on the back of the head with her hand and smiling at Danny, as if to say 'Don't mind him.'

Danny smiled shyly back at her, commenting on how good the pie was. In truth, he hadn't even taken the single bite he'd put on his fork yet, but it was somehow less awkward to talk to her than to look at Sam.

She said she was glad he was enjoying it and went back to the kitchen to fetch him more coffee. He watched her go, wanting to ask her to stay but knowing that would be incredibly weird; Sam just made him so nervous, he would have felt better with Ronnie's calm demeanor and sweet smile there to help him breath.

"Oh! You're here for Ronnie!" Sam whispered, looking enlightened and possibly a little crestfallen (but Danny was pretty sure that was just wishful thinking).

"No, no, I'm not. She's just nice that's, all. I'm not after her, man," Danny said.

Even though he did find Ronnie very attractive - and he could admit he had a desire to spend more time with her - he wasn't staying solely because of her, and he certainly didn't want Sam to get upset with the thought that Danny was trying to hit it with his sister.

"Dude, it's alright, I'm not gonna kick your ass or anything. Unless you hurt her..." Sam trailed off, looking suddenly so menacing that Danny was actually a bit afraid.

"I- I'm really not."

It looks like Danny's mouth had chosen trying his luck with Sam over Ronnie and, honestly, he wasn't upset by that. Sam was absolutely gorgeous and incredibly interesting: bold, humorous, intelligent, pretty, everything that Danny ever wanted. If only Danny was in his ballpark.

"Oh, c'mon! You're just sitting here by yourself, obviously waiting for someone. And Ronnie's been smiling at you so much, always coming over to your table. Her shift's over in half an hour, where are you taking her?"

'Fuck! He's really not getting it!'

"Ronnie is beautiful, but I'm not here for her. I'm- I *was* on a date, but I'm pretty sure she stood me up, and now I'm only still here because you are."

Danny's face was bright red and probably kind of sweaty, he could tell by his reflection in the spoon on the table. He couldn't bear to look Sam in the face, instead choosing to focus on his slice of pie oozing cinnamon-apple filling onto the plate.

Ronnie came back and filled up his cup, setting down a few more pods of creamer next to it. Maybe she sensed the tension, because she didn't say anything to him, and Danny didn't offer any more than a small smile this time. Now that he had made up his mind about which sibling to go for, he felt a tad awkward around her - but, then again, Sam was making him feel pretty funny, too.

Sam had been silent since his admittance, and it was making Danny nervous as fuck. He opened a creamer and dumped it into his mug, stirring it and taking a testing sip, then finally trying a bite of the pie.

'God, Sam was right - this pie was *good*.'

And fuck, did he not want this to be the last time he could have pie with Sam. As much as the guy was making Danny feel like he was about to give a public speech - and Danny could not stress enough how nervous he was - he was desperate to not let this be the end of their short lived interaction.

'It's been, what? 15 minutes since he came in, 5 since he sat down, and 2 since I started ignoring him - pathetic. If I want any chance at getting a date, this isn't the way to do it.'

Danny had made up his mind: he was going to look up, make it very clear that he meant what he had said, and ask Sam if he was interested in going to a different diner with him, when Sam spoke up.

"I'm sorry that your date stood you up, but I'm glad you're still here. I was honestly gonna leave the guys and go home, but then I saw you in the window and I decided to come in; so, I guess, you could say I'm still here because of you, too."

"I- really?"

'What?!' Danny couldn't keep the grin off of his face. Sam was here for him, because he had seen him in the window, had specifically come in because Danny looked... fuck, what could he have possibly looked other than hopeless and awkward? The grin quickly morphed into a frown.

"I don't need the pity. I appreciate that you're trying to keep me company, but I should probably just go home, I've been here long enough."

Danny got up and started putting his coat on, leaving behind his nearly uneaten pie and cup of Joe. All he knew was that he had to get out of this humiliating situation and never, ever, see this beautiful, amazing asshole ever again.

Sam sighed and caught his arm, wrapping a surprisingly strong hand around Danny's wrist. Danny froze where he was, stopped in his tracks with half a coat on for the second time this night by Sam.

"I don't feel pity for you. I can emphasize with being dumped or stood up-" Danny snorted because, really, who the fuck would pass on a date with Sam? "But I came over here because I thought you looked like an interesting person to talk to and you're honestly super hot."

He had no clue what to say to that so he didn't do anything, just stood there, unmoving, with his limp hand still in Sam's.

Suddenly, Sam breathed out harshly and stood up, too.

"Fuck, I'm sorry if I read this wrong, or gave you the wrong impression, or something. You clearly don't want me hanging onto you. Sorry, I'll go now," he said, hurriedly dropping Danny's wrist and starting to walk away.

"Sam!" Danny called, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Sam stopped but didn't turn. Beyond him, Danny could see that they had drawn the attention of Sam's brothers and friends, all of them turned to look at them having a little fight - and his traitorous brain immediately referred to it as a lover's spat - in the middle of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so defensive. I don't mind having you sit with me at all, so, please, come back and sit down with me."

They both slowly sat down again, Danny setting his coat to the side on the booth's leather bench. Sam balled up a napkin and Danny took a bite of pie, neither of them sure of what to say next, it seemed.

Finally, Danny figured he'd better elaborate a bit more. "'M sorry I accused you of pitying me, I just- I just don't know what else you could see other than some nerdy, lonely guy sitting in a booth by himself and watching your sister."

"Hey, I thought you said you weren't going after Ronnie," Sam immediately looked up and smiled at him, making Danny's heart flutter. He shrugged, conveying a non-verbal agreeance and admittance all at once.

"It's alright," Sam told him softly, causing Danny's breath to catch when he saw a slim hand tuck a strand of hair behind Sam's ear - possibly a sign if Sam's own nerves? "I honestly don't know why you've been putting up with me planting myself at your table and talking over you, so it's all good."

Danny wanted to protest, but Sam kept talking (perhaps there was some truth to what he had said). It seemed like, now that he had started, Sam wanted to get out all of whatever he had to say. Danny was perfectly okay with that.

"As I said, I saw you in the window when we were walking up and I just couldn't believe how attractive you were. Like, you're fucking gorgeous, and I just wanted to talk to you so bad and see what you were like. I may have intercepted Ronnie's pie delivery so I could have a reason to come up to you," Sam admitted.

Danny laughed, all of the air rushing out of him in a bout of relieved giggles. He took another bite of pie, making Sam beam back at him, showing he understood Danny's appreciation, of both the gesture and the food.

"Wow, I can't believe *you* find *me* attractive, but I'm not going to debate you on that. And I feel the same, man - like, have you seen yourself? As soon as you walked in, I was just completely in awe of you."

Sam was blushing now, too, and that made Danny's heart thump extra hard, a base drum pounding from his chest. He was grinning at Sam, and Sam was smiling back at him, both of them red and squirming in their seats but refusing to look away.

Danny saw Sam's hand reaching towards his on the table. His heart quickened and he held very still, as if trying not to frighten a scared animal by moving.

Sam's fingers found him, lightly running over the back of his hand and down to his knuckles. Danny let him explore for a time, then turned his hand over to *hold hands with Sam holy shit.*

A loud cheer of hoots and whistles sounded from across the diner. Danny looked up, startled, and Sam turned around in his seat, looking over at his table where all the other boys were apparently celebrating.

The curly haired twin - Josh, he was pretty sure (he hadn't paid overly much attention, focusing instead on Sam) - gave him a big grin and a thumbs up that could have been directed at him or Sam, he wasn't sure. Jake was the one whistling and howling, giving an almost predatory grin at Danny. Their other friends weren't as overt, but they certainly seemed happy that Sam had made up with the random guy in their sister's diner.

It made him a bit uncomfortable, but Danny was glad that Sam's siblings were okay with this - apparently they knew Sam was, in fact, into guys. Danny hoped that his family would be just as receptive, if he got that far with Sam.

'God, I hope I do.'

Sam was looking like he wasn't sure whether he should scold them or go over and high five Jake, but he didn't let go of Danny's hand. Danny found it endearing how happy he was, and how happy they all were, that Sam was over here with him - it made him feel good, like he was actually wanted and desired (in both platonic and romantic ways).

"They kinda convinced me to bring you the pie. Jake's been rooting for me to get a boyfriend for a while now, and he said you're perfect. I think I agree with him."

His blush, if somehow possible, got even darker. Sam was so hot, and such a nice person, it seemed - and he thought Danny was boyfriend material?! Danny's brain was having a riot on every single neurotransmitter simultaneously.

He had no clue how to eloquently respond to that in a way the conveyed his absolute joy, so he just stuck with a simple, "I agree too, I'd love to be your boyfriend."

Sam tightened his grip on Danny's hand, and Danny could feel how clammy his palms were. The knowledge that Sam was just as nervous, attracted, and happy as he was - it was blowing his mind.

Ronnie came over with his bill for the coffee and set it down right next to their linked fingers. She was beaming, looking back and forth between their hands and faces, clearly also in on the plot to get him and Danny together.

'*What the hell*, I don't even know any of these people.'

'Whatever, I don't care. SAM IS HOLDING MY HAND AND HE THINKS I'M HOT!'

"Rons, are you kicking us out?" Sam asked, gasping for dramatic affect, when he saw the bill.

'Shit, he's sassy, too.' Danny wasn't sure how he was going to handle such a personality-strong beauty, but fuck was he going to try.

"No, Sammy, you can take my car tonight and I'll ride home with Jakey and Josh." Ronnie replied, dropping a sey of keys onto the table. "But, if you have sex in there, *I am going to murder you*."

"No worries, I've got some standards. I mean, not that I don't want to or anything, but..." Sam trailed off, looking at Danny. He was going for provocative but it was mostly awkward; Danny bit his lip to stifle his laughter.

"Right... well, I'm officially off duty once I ring you up, so why don't you two get out of here and have some fun."

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