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Courting Daniel by RiseAgainPhoenixThe author says the following... "LindaG: thank you so much for beta-ing and just for being so nice to me all the time. I love you! (and you too, Po!)")
"Boy, that's really something, isn't it, Daniel?"
"Yes it is, Darren."
Pure and perfect, just like you, huh Danny? Bullshit! You're no angel, I know you're not. One too many dimensions for that to fly. So what do I have to do to see it? That elusive third dimension?
Maybe I could throw one of those smiles at you, the one that always got the teenies wet. The one that says "I'll make it real good", then sit back and see what happens. Yeah Colby, I can hear you now: "You're so obvious, Darren."
Damn straight! It's the easiest way to keep the dogs from the door, so to speak. You know chicks, right? You come on strong and they're like, "No, God, you've got to be kidding!" while some dark corner of their brain's all wet and waiting. Of course, admitting that would mean losing the bout, and no chick's ready to do that without going a few rounds right? They think I have no luck with them, that's cool. They think I don't know what turns their crank? Hell, I can do the 'little boy lost'. I can do that more than perfectly, and I'm thirty goddamn years old! Yeah, I could dance them, romance them, be strong for them and cry for them...but I don't want to. Nope. You see, the only stereotype they got right about me is that when I fall, I pretty much lose the parachute. And I can count the number of times that's happened on one hand: two. Thank you Colby, thank you Daniel.
Now I'm not saying I haven't tripped a couple of times. Tripping's fine, tripping's good. Tripping's like coffee. But falling? Well, that's when you add the chocolate. And that guitarist is chocolate, definitely chocolate. Chocolate, hmm? Yeah, I'd have no problems melting you in my hand or my mouth, huh Danny-boy? Ahh, dammit, now I'm back where I started, still trying to get more than just elusive glimpses of that friggin' third dimension. Jesus, Daniel, what do I have to do?
I mean, I know you want me; I'm not that blind! I wish you'd just stop already with the "come get me, Daz" looks and get it your damn self!
So here I am in DownUnderLand, where it's summer while it in the rest of the goddamn world is winter, watching these incredible things happening on the horizon. 'God's own light show', more commonly known as sunset, and there's a stretch of isolated perfect beach over the balcony, and dogs and music and us, and you look over at me and smile your 'come get me, Daz' smile. So I get brave, throw you the 'I'll make it real good' one back. And you kind of twist, not your face or your body, but you, something in you...twists.
"Darren?"
"Yeah?" Here we go.
"Darren, I..."
"Yeah?"
"When I'm with you, I feel...I feel free."
"That's nice, Dan," I sigh, not taking my eyes off the sky. Stop fucking about, Daniel.
I hear movement and the next thing I know you're beside me, your hand on my knee.
"Darren?"
"Yeah?" I answer, keeping my eyes skyward.
"I love you."
"I know, love you too."
"No, Darren, I mean..."
I drag my eyes to you and search your pretty face. "Christ, Daniel, will you just fuck me already?!"
You drop back soundly on your sweet butt for a moment and look utterly lost.
Too far, Hayes. Shit!
"Danny?"
Your eyes, as they meet mine, scare the crap out of me, as they're nothing less than feral.
"Say my real name," you growl. In the distance a seagull announces his presence to the world and all the dogs start up barking. Oops! Shit, shit, shit. Suddenly not so tough, are you, Stanley Hayes?
"Daniel?" I whisper.
And before I know it I have a faceful of Daniel Jones in my crotch.
Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck is up with this?!?!?!
You buck your nose against me hard and I gasp, clasp my hands in your hair and tug.
You look at me, almost snarling.
"Inside?" I just manage to get out.
A flicker of Daniel flits through those eyes, only to be replaced by whoever the hell this is. "Now, Darren," you growl. Who knew my practically mute partner could snarl so much?
As you pull me to my feet I lean in and take your lips and make them mine, and...JESUS, Daniel, did you just bite me?
You suck the blood from my bottom lip and oh, hell, this is going be a wild ride.
Shit. I asked for a third dimension; guess this is it, huh? An angel as pure and perfect as sin.
~finis~
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