Danny's Room

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He wasn't at all opposed to having Danny curl up in front of him, but he liked it even better when he turned around to face him. Having his hand on the inside of his shirt and running over his chest kind of made his heart beat pick up, and it didn't really help when he moved it over his collar bone. Jett moved his hand to Danny's side and scooted a little closer to him. He nodded at the idea of dance lessons, which were greatly needed.

Just as soon as he went to say something, Danny had rolled over and was now on his knees by the edge of the bed. That little shit! Jett laughed quietly to himself and propped his head up with his hand. "Oh, do I?" He asked in a somewhat cocky way as he wagged his head up and down. He hadn't seen this side of Danny since the time they broke into the baseball stadium and had a paint war, but he liked it.

Slightly confused, Jett raised an eyebrow as if questioning Danny's actions. The rest of his body? He wasn't really sure what he had meant by that, but either way Danny was fixing to get tackled. They could both handle it because of lacrosse and football so that would only make it easier. Jett pulled his body up sat stood on top of the bed on his hands and knees. With his good foot, he positioned himself so that it would be easy to push off and break. He had caught on to Danny's playful puppy act and was more than willing to tag along. With a quick grin and a shove with his leg, Jett nearly launched himself at Danny like a tiger to it's prey, pulling him down and pinning him onto the ground like Nala to Simba. Hoping he'd get the reference, Jett smiled and held Danny down with his hands on his chest. "Pinned ya'.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny smiled when he saw Jett launching forward. This was exactly what he wanted. Taking the weight of Jett's body, Danny willing fell to the ground and made an obnoxious 'oof' as he hit. And when Jett said 'pinned ya', he chuckled. Challenge accepted.

With all his force, Danny pushed up from under Jett and grabbed onto his hoodie so he couldn't get free. Just as they reached straight up, Danny pushed backward and almost threw Jett to the ground, mimicking the way he'd just been tackled. "Pinned 'ya again," he said in his best 'black girl' accent before flattening himself over top of Jett. "I'm so glad you're not a girl," he said, laughing as he gripped Jett's chest, "No girl would want me full out tackling them. Unless that's something kinky I don't know about..." He laughed again before kissing Jett, slipping him a little tongue just to be a tease before he pushed up off of him.

Dejavu was hitting Danny quite suddenly as memories of the stadium came back. He was straddling Jett just as he had been after their paint fight and he was sure his hands were positioned exactly the same over his chest. "Man, remember when we got chased?" he said through a heavy laugh, remembering sprinting around the block.

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Jett half-expected him to do something in return, which soon enough, he had by flipping him back around on onto his back. Pinned ya again. Jett nearly melted when he returned the phrase and a giant smile stretched across his face. He laughed with Danny on him being glad he wasn't a girl because he wouldn't be able to tackle or wrestle as rough as they were. And as far as it being something kinky that he didn't know about, that wasn't the case. "Oh, absolutely." Jett said with his most sarcastic tone he could muster. He had gripped Danny's forearms rather tightly until he had bent down to kiss him.

That little tease. Jett had narrowed his eyes as Danny sat up, thinking about the stadium. "Yeah! And how you nearly gave me a heart attack when it took you ten billion years to get back to the car." Jett laughed under Danny. "Or how I pushed that fatass over. Did I ever tell you how my parents found out about that?" He asked, scattering his train of thought. "He fuckin' found my I.D. and returned it to my house. And then.. yeah.. you know the rest. Prick-sons-a-bitches." He ran his hands up the inside of Danny's sleeves, feeling the defined muscle tone and softness of his skin.

At first, Jett had a gentleness to his eyes and touch, but in a second, his flicked his eyes up to Danny's, tightened his grip onto his arms, let out something of a growl and pushed him onto his side and then stomach to pull one of his arms behind his back like a police officer would do if they were arresting someone. He had moved so that he was straddling Danny's lower back, still having his arm in a lock. Slowly, he arched his back so that he was leaned down on his level. "I win." He smirked in a low voice. Jett let his arm go after a while, not wanting to make it sore or potentially hurt it. Before Danny had the chance to move though, Jett stuffed his arms on the inside of Danny's jacket and rubbed his hands over his back and up to his shoulders to give him a back rub. Once again, he leaned down and kissed Danny's cheek. It was such a strange mood the two of them were in, and together, they were just a tad chaotic. He had moved so that he was able to get to Danny's lips, copying the same move that he had done earlier; just a quick slip of his tongue before he pulled away.

[Danny Dubois]

When Jett flipped Danny over, he grunted into the floor and tried not to lick the carpet. "Alright, alright!" he squealed just before Jett let him go and he quickly pulled his arms under his chest. "You seem to be feeling better," he said sarcastically as Jett put his hands up the back of his sweatshirt. Danny let out a low moan.. back rubs made him comfortable and tired. And when Jett leaned down and returned that teasing kiss, Danny groaned. "We can't both be a tease," he said, rolling over under Jett so that he was on his back and Jett's legs were still on either side of his body.

For a moment, Danny laid perfectly still just looking at Jett. They seemed to do that a lot: just stare at each other. Danny took the time to look into Jett's eyes; it made him feel like he knew what he was thinking. After a moment, Danny lifted his arms and gripped Jett's shirt, then pulled him down for a long kiss. This one wasn't a tease.. this time, he let Jett have it all without pulling away.

It was a long kiss. But when it ended, Danny smiled and closed his eyes briefly, breathing deeply. "You want anything, babe?" he asked, shimmying from under Jett. Getting to his feet, he went for the fridge just across the room and squatted to look inside. He grabbed a Coke.

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Jett had managed to keep his hands inside Danny's jacket while he flipped over, which he moved accordingly to to avoid getting racked. That was another nice thing that he enjoyed about having a boyfriend - he knew ball boundaries. When he had rolled over and just looked at him, Jett continued to rub his hands over Danny's chest, returning his stare.

That was, until he was being jerked down and was met with a notably passionate kiss. Without hesitation, Jett returned it with just as much as what was being dished out and at some point, Jett had let out a soft moan. Whoa. Where the fuck did that come from? He asked himself just as Danny pulled away. In a way, Jett probably looked kind of sad that Danny was squirming out from underneath him.

He shook his head 'no' when he asked if he wanted anything but secretly he wanted to say something along the lines of' 'you' but decided that it would probably be better to bite his tongue. Instead he chewed on his bottom lip and used his arms to pathetically pull himself up on the bed. He dangled his feet off until Danny had returned with his Coke, and then he still sat near the edge.

He didn't look to Danny right away, instead he was thinking about something else that had never really crossed his mind before. When he finally did turn to him, he had furrowed his brows and was still in a thought process. Jett was wondering what Danny's reaction would be if he was to just pull him down, rip his pants down and pull bitch. Would he get punched if he tried? or would he just let him go for it? Either way, he wasn't even about to go there. He hauled himself back up to the top of the bed with a small smile and curled up into his previous balled up position, his head resting on the pillow. After a moment, he looked to Danny and opened his mouth to speak. "Danny?" He asked, which was more of a mumble.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny cracked his Coke and took a small sip as he returned to the bed. Jett had found his way up from the ground and was sitting rather cutely as Danny walked by him and ruffled his hair. Taking another sip just before setting the can of soda on the nightstand, Danny turned to look back at Jett who had scurried back to his previous position. He was like a little puppy.

Smiling down at Jett, Danny reached behind his head to grab the back of shirt. In one swift movement, he pulled the shirt up and over his head, then dropped it to the floor. Danny? he heard Jett mutter as he reached under the pillow and grabbed a pair of black basketball shorts. "Jett?" He mimicked the way he'd asked for him and smiled as he held out the shorts in front of him. As Jett started to talk, Danny shifted the shorts into one hand and began to undo his jeans with the other. After getting the zipper down, he let them drop and began pulling on the shorts. It felt so natural to be like this in front of Jett... there was just no point to be modest. He probably could've changed his boxers and a thought wouldn't have even passed his mind.

Once the shorts were pulled up to his waist, Danny joined Jett on the bed and curled up beside him so they were face to face again. He kissed his nose gently.

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Jett smiled up to Danny and laughed from behind his teeth when Danny went to change into shorts. Not that he was laughing at him, no. He was laughing at the fact that he wasn't, at all, helping his previous thought. Jett tucked his arms underneath him and rolled onto his stomach before rolling back up into his ball on his side. Soon enough, Danny was by his side and Jett had near magnetized himself to his body. Even in shorts, he was still warmer than him so he stuffed one hand between their chests and the other around to his back, tucking it inbetween him and the sheets.

For a short while, Jett didn't answer. He had shut his eyes and was fighting off a momentary sleep spell. He also couldn't figure out how to ask or if he even should ask about what would happen if he went for it. He didn't want to ask, but then again he didn't want to just assume either of them would be comfortable with it seeing as they were both pretty new to everything.

He knew that this was going to take a lot more self-coaxing than what he was currently able to render. He realized that he still hadn't said anything and that Danny probably thought he had fallen asleep seeing as a good five minutes had passed, whoops. Jett slowly opened his eyes and moved his head from under Danny's chin so that he could see his face. He loved Danny and he was going to go for it.

"I love you, Danny." He said with a small crack of a smile. Jett had to lean his jaw up from the way he was laying further down on the bed to be able to kiss Danny. He loved when they kissed, it was like they were infinite. Jett had made it to where Danny was now on his back and he was climbing over his hips, their kiss still not broken. He wondered if Danny was catching on to his little plan, because even he still wasn't completely sure, but hey, he was going to.

Jett pulled away, his hands having traveled over Danny's chest and were now on his sides. He looked down then back at his eyes as his tucked in his bottom lip. In an instant, Jett had scooted down so that he was sitting between his knees with his hands at the waistline of his shorts. He cracked a devilish grin and pulled them down. At first, Jett cautiously used his hand but before he even knew what happened, he was leaning his head down. It was easy and nothing what he thought.

[Danny Dubois]

When Jett didn't answer and tucked his head beneath Danny's chin, Danny didn't really mind. Nuzzling up against the top of Jett's head, Danny let his eyes close as he pulled the boy closer and wrapped one arm around his back. He would've been perfectly alright with falling asleep, but Jett was suddenly moving. "I love you too," he whispered, giggling slightly through his teeth as their lips met for yet another amazing kiss. Kisses with Jett were like.. like nothing he'd ever felt before. He felt such a strong bond, such a connection. It was one of those Disney moments where he just knew it was love. It felt right. Nothing told him it was wrong.

As the kiss grew deeper, Danny found himself involuntarily flipping onto his back as he fought to follow Jett's lips. Yet again, Jett was atop Danny, straddling his hips and running his hands down his bare sides. Danny somehow knew that just by taking his shirt off, he'd promote such behavior. Not once so far had Jett been able to keep his hands off when Danny went shirtless. And he sort of liked that.

But just as he thought he'd figured Jett out, the boy was moving again. The kiss ended and Danny was left trailing after him, wanting more. But Jett had other plans, it seemed, as he scooted off of Danny and sat himself between his legs as his fingers found their way to the edges of his shorts. "What're you doing?" Danny asked quietly with a cute smile before biting his lip and putting his hands up behind his head. He had a hint of an idea as to what was going on, but more than half of his mind was telling him that it couldn't be true.

Boy was he wrong.

Within seconds, Jett had pulled Danny's shorts to his knees and lowered himself. At first Danny was confused and little scared and actually jumped, his hands flying out from under his head and slapping the bed. His heart was beating fast the moment he felt Jett against him, and he had to close his eyes because he thought they might fall out of his head. It felt kind of strange at first.. but mostly just because he still wasn't sure what was going on. Danny tried to relax, he didn't want to scare Jett off. So he took deep breaths and gripped the quilt on which he was laying, pulling it up into tight wads with every inhale.

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Jett flinched when Danny jumped, pinching his eyes shut and waiting to the smack or something - he didn't know. But it never happened so he figured it was okay for him to keep going. He was actually surprised when he let him continue without objection. Shit, he was surprised at himself for even talking his own mind into actually going through with it, but really, he didn't mind. It was definitely a new experience.

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Wide-eyed and slightly confused on what happened, Jett almost immediately went for the bathroom looked for a place to spit, well limped over because he had forgotten about his foot. The toilet seemed like a good place to do it.. and possibly throw up along with that. Jett quivered as his stomach flopped around and he stood over the toilet.

After taking a moment to collect himself, Jett opened the door and searched around for some kind of mouth wash or anything that he could use. He stumbled upon a bottle of Listerine and swished it around in his mouth for a goof minute or two before spitting it out and repeating.. twice. Jett almost didn't want to go back out into the room at first, what if he had offended him?

He decided to just give them both a minute, mostly because he was still spazzing out over the ordeal. He leaned his body against the counter, his hands gripping the edges rather tightly. He was shifted onto one foot seeing as the hurt one was starting to throb again. To distract himself, he twisted the cap back on and stared at the blue liquid inside.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny almost didn't noticed when Jett ran to the bathroom. He himself didn't move. He just laid their, breathing harder than before, fists still clenched over the blanket. Deciding he should probably try to make himself decent, he unclenched a fist and reached for his shorts, struggling to pull them back up. That was about when he noticed Jett was gone.

Still in complete shock (and feeling.. other things), it took a moment for Danny to get up. He got dizzy upon standing and had to support himself against the wall before looking up to see that the bathroom door was closed. "Shit," he mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes when he realized what was going on.

After waddling to the bathroom and opening the door, Danny collapsed on the floor next to Jett and put his arms around his torso, resting his chin on his shoulder. He wasn't sure what to say. I'm proud of you? Good job? Like.. what do you say in this situation? What's there to say when you find your boyfriend in the bathroom practically throwing up because he wanted to make you feel good? Danny sighed. "You don't have to do that again," he said weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Also.. don't hold back your puke. I don't blame you if you need some time to hurl..." He thought that might make Jett laugh, or at least snap back and realize that things could be okay.

But honestly he should'nt be talking. He really had no idea what Jett had just gone through. On Danny's side, that was fucking awesome. On Jett's side... he had no clue. He assumed it was hell, though, noting the Listerine in Jett's hands and the fact that he was death gripping the counter as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Babe?" Danny tried again after a minute.