Dett does Illegal Shit

[Danny Dubois]

Danny held tight to Jett's hand as they stood at the edge of home plate. "I can't believe we did this..." he said with an anxious smile, tightening his fingers over Jett's. Doing things that could be considered illegal always gave Danny a rush. And they made him feel like a child. He was scared of getting caught.. but he still didn't want to leave. The feeling was too great. "I feel like you've done this before," he said, turning to Jett with a smile. Wow.. he looked awfully cute under this light.

This was their fourth date. On the first one, Danny had taken Jett out for dinner just like he'd promised. They went to a fancy Chinese restaurant, ordered far too much food, ate it all, then went back to Danny's and fell asleep on the floor due to a food coma. On the second and third dates, they'd gone to see movies. Now their fourth, Jett had told Danny he had something a bit 'unique' in mind. Of course, Danny agreed. But he never thought it would be something like breaking into a baseball stadium.

Taking hold of Jett's other hand, Danny pulled the boy so they were standing face to face. He stood silently, just staring at Jett with a smile. After a moment, he looked down and shook his bangs into his eyes. He let them hang, staring at his black sneakers and faded blue jeans. A breeze blew by, ruffling Danny's hair. Looking up again, he flipped his bangs back to the side and smiled. All that hair flipping was awfully girly.. so he ran a hand back through his bangs and pulled his red snapback forward on his head a bit. There. That obviously made it seem more manly.

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It hadn't taken them long to break into the stadium. Actually, he was surprised at the time it didn't take. Jett had told his parents that he had a date tonight and that was why he couldn't visit. Not that he cared anyway seeing as he didn't live there. He hated how they were always so.. in his business all the time. Badgering him with unnecessary questions like how his day was going or what he was up to.

He brushed the thought aside and turned his head to Danny. "Once or twice... you know, the whole rebel without a cause." He shrugged his shoulders and offered a smile, showing that he was okay and nothing could possibly be wrong. He adjusted the back pack that rested over his shoulders and covered his black Somerset Warriors hoodie.

Feeling Danny's hand in his was still new and kind of awkward for him, but Jett was finally starting to warm up to the idea that he really did like Danny like that. He knew that if his parents were to find out they would probably pull him out of school for home classes and stick him under strict house arrest until they thumped it hard enough into his brain to where he came to realize that being gay was wrong and against everything they had ever tried to teach him.

Danny's hair flipping had pulled him back from his daydream.. or nightmare and back to earth with him. "Here!" Jett started as he set his backpack down in the dirt. He quickly unzipped it and pulled out thick paint brushes and loads of colorful paint jars. "I uhm, I didn't know if you played baseball, so I brought something else that I thought would be fun." He picked up a few jars and held them out to Danny. After that, he bent back down and opened the ones that were left and dipped one of the brushes into it.

It was a bright neon orange. He wasn't really sure how to start this, so he just went in blind. In an instant, Jett gently slapped the side of Danny's neck with the paint-coated brush and tried to hide his laugh. What if this just pissed him off and he didn't see the fun in a paint war? Jett stepped back and then took off for the other side of the football field, inciting Danny to chase him.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny watched curiously as Jett pulled paint and brushes from his backpack. What was that for? Confused and lost in thought, Danny barely even flinched when the wet brush smacked across his neck. "Oh fuck!" He let out, falling backwards a bit as he instinctively brought his hand to his neck. An orange blob was running over his fingers and down his neck as he began to laugh. "You could've at least told me to take my sweatshirt off!" he said as he struggled to pull the sweater over his head without smearing paint all over it. But it was really no use.. the neon orange had already sunk into the collar. Pulling the shirt back down, Danny looked up to see Jett sprint across the field. "Yeh little shit," he teased with a smirk as he grabbed a jar of neon green paint. Running the brush in, he chased after Jett and slapped Jett clear across the face.

"BOOM!" he yelled, stepping back due to heavy laughter. He never thought he could have so much fun just by painting on someone.

Biting his lower lip, Danny tried to hide his laughter a bit. Only cute giggle were escaping now as he dropped his brush and dunked his entire hand into the jar. Pulling up a fistful of drippy green too, Danny switched his stance (in a very football sort of way) before full out whipping Jett across the chest. A bright green splatter mark covered the once black sweatshirt and Danny lost it again as he dropped to his knees with laughter. This was too much fun!

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Jett's smile was stretched from ear to ear as he ran. But suddenly, he had no where left to run and Danny had caught up to him by now. In an instant, he had cold wet paint dripping from his face but he was glad that Danny caught on to his plan. "Ahhh," He grunted and wiped the paint from his eye. He cocked his jaw to the side, trying to figure out what Danny had planned next.

Jett tried to jump back before he could splash the bright green across his chest, but as fate would have it, he wasn't able to move fast enough. He saw this as an advantage though, and when Danny dropped and was distracted by his own victory, Jett roughly pulled him to the ground and pinned him his his own grasp. When he felt like Danny's arms were secured, Jett used his free hand to dump the rest of his small jar of paint on Danny's head. He tossed the jar away and rubbed the neon orange across his face. "Ha!"

Jett released Danny's arms but continued to straddle him, legs over his chest, and one hand in the dirt to support his weight. "What am I supposed to do with you? I mean, look at this mess." He joked, running the paint further into his hair. To be fair, Jett ran his paint covered hand through his own hair and down his neck. With what little paint he did have, he drew a little smiley face on Danny's sweater and stopped to look at his messy masterpiece.

He had already caught his breath, thankful for lacrosse for keeping him in shape. Jett sighed contently and didn't move for a moment. The whole scene was just marveling to him and the fact that he was actually here and this was actually happening made him feel like he was on top of the world and without a single care. His eyes met Danny's and grew sweet as he leaned down and allowed himself to actually kiss him.

It was different from the dance because he wasn't sure if he meant it or even what it meant at the time. But this one was definite. He closed his eyes and let the kiss last for a short time but long enough for him to have to swivel to catch air. "I.... Is that okay to do?" He asked, pulling away and moving off of Danny. This was their first kiss since the dance, but it felt like their first real kiss.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny giggled when Jett ran his hand through his hair, rubbing the paint down into his scalp. This had easily been their cutest date yet. When Jett sat back, Danny put his arms behind his head. The boy was heavy against his torso, but it was a reassuring weight. It was nice to feel that kind of heaviness, knowing it belonged to someone that belonged to you. Danny smiled up at Jett, just as Jett smiled down at Danny.

After a few seconds, Jett had leaned forward and kissed him. At first Danny was shocked and memories of homecoming he'd thought he'd blocked were rushing back. He feared at first that this might mean Jett would run again.. but this was different. This kiss was true and deep. Allowing himself to feel Jett's lips against his, Danny lifted a hand to stroke Jett's cheek lightly.

"Yea," he said when Jett asked if it was okay that he kissed him. He smiled and chuckled out of happiness. "Yea.. yea that's definitely okay." Sitting up, Danny paused to look at Jett who was now sitting beside him. Their eyes locked and they just sat for a moment. But within seconds, Danny put his hand against Jett's chest and pushed him back to the ground. Shifting his weight around, Danny had straddled Jett just like he'd been sitting only minutes ago. He even copied the kiss, leaning in to plant Hus lips against Jett's.

"Is.. that okay to do?" He asked in an almost mocking tone.

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Jett let out a slightly intimidated smile when Danny said that it was okay for him to kiss him like that. He still wasn't sure how to make himself relax around him even though he desperately wanted to. He longed to be able to hold Danny's hand without hesitation or a second thought like Danny seemed to be so free to do. He wanted to feel that freedom and acceptance that he figured Danny had already gotten over.

Jett was taken out of his little worrying state when Danny was pushing him back and copying what he had just done himself. It was effortless with him. Jett closed his eyes and gave into Danny's kiss like it was the best damn thing on the planet. He didn't want Danny to pull away, but he did which left Jett trying to follow his lips.

When he couldn't stretch his neck anymore, he laid his head back in the dirt. "That's definitely okay." He smiled up to Danny. He traced his fingers over the back of Danny's forearm and looked to his eyes. "What are we? ....boyf-.. together?" He cracked out. "I mean.. is it safe to say that we're a thing? ......boyfriends, I mean."

[Danny Dubois]

Danny smiled when Jett ran his fingers down his arm. It tickled, but in a good way. A tickle that made him feel warm and fluffy. He smiled broader, then bit his lip when his eyes met Jett's. With the opposite arm, Danny ran his fingers over the side of Jett's head. His hair was awfully soft for just having paint rubbed through it.

When Jett asked what they were, he blushed. And when he said boyfriend.. he couldn't help but close his eyes and giggle. Danny had previously felt like he might've been moving things too fast. Jett never willingly held his hand, he'd only just offered up a kiss, and he just felt like maybe Jett wasn't ready. But when he said boyfriend, everything was switched into perspective. "Yes," he laughed. "Yea. If that's okay with you. I mean, calling me your boyfriend. And me calling you mine. That sounds so weird to say.. that we're 'boyfriends'." He paused a moment to close his eyes. "I'm sorry.. I'm rambling. I'm just really happy."

Just as Danny had leaned forward for another kiss, there was a shout from the opposite end of the field. Their lips had met, but they'd both paused. Then there was the shout again.

"HEY YOU TWO! WHAT THE HELL'YA THINK YER DOIN'?"

Danny was honestly scared shitless as the voice got louder and the little fat man with the flashlight started bounding towards them. "Fuck, Jett," he hissed, placing his hands on Jett's chest and pushing up off of him. He reached an arm out for Jett to grab and pulled him to his feet. "If we get separated, go to the car!" he whispered just before sprinting towards the stadium gates.

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He nodded happily, "Yeah.. Yeah, I'm okay with that." He smiled and leaned his head into Danny's hand. He felt kind of bad for ruining his jacket and smearing paint in his hair, but it just added a good memory to the pair. Who wouldn't remember the time where you broke into a stadium and had a paint war with your boyfriend? He would always remember that.

He leaned up when Danny was bending down, but right before they were able to connect their lips, a hefty sounding voice rang out through the empty stadium. It was so unexpected that it literally made him jump. Jett's first reaction was to spring up and run, but Danny was still straddled on top of him. Soon enough though, he was pushing off his chest and pulling him to his feet. He nodded quickly in agreement.

Jett spotted his backpack near the guard who was headed to retrieve it from the ground. Danny had taken off and Jett was quickly following behind his heels. He had to make a detour and get his bag, his everything was in there! He hauled ass up to the security guard and pushed the chunky man over, ripping his bag from the man's fingers. He made a straight line for the entrance that the came in from and tossed his bag over the gate before scaling it himself.

Jett grabbed it and ran to catch up with Danny, or at least to his car. He wasn't really sure where he had gone to because he wasn't there when he reached it. Lightly panting, mostly because of the adrenaline rushing through him, he opened the passenger door, tossed his bag to the floorboard and climbed in. He looked around nervously for Danny, starting to worry about why he wasn't there yet. He should have beaten him there.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny had run straight to the opposite end of the field, reaching a large gate (perhaps a side entrance). He didn't stop to look for Jett, so hadn't noticed that he'd turned back. Only after scaling the fence and snagging the corner of his shirt did he notice he was alone. Well, alone spare for the fat man chasing him. But he was slowing, so Danny wasn't really worried about that. He was worried about the fact that Jett was no where in sight. His car, however, was. But the guard was too close.. he'd surely see Danny get in to hide. So he ran the other way, turned a corner and found himself beneath a set of raised train tracks. It was eery, and what had been a beautiful blue night seemed to go dark beneath the tracks. There was water dripping from the rusted structure and Danny splashed through about eight puddles as he sprinted through the dull, orange lights that lit the way. Finally, he reached another corner and stopped to pivot; he started running again. It was right about now that he started thanking his football coach for all those sprints they did for warm-ups.

It took a good fifteen minutes to round the entire stadium. He stopped when he reached where he'd come out of the field and peered around the corner to make sure the guard wasn't there. He wasn't, but neither was Jett. "Meet at the car, meet at the car," he repeated as he stealthily snuck to his car and launched himself through the open window into the back seat. Sitting up, Danny came face to face with Jett who was in the front passenger's seat.

"Thank fucking Christ," Danny huffed a sigh of relief before leaning forward, placing his hands on either side of Jett's face, and planting a good, hard kiss on his lips. "Oh sorry.. heat of the.. moment.." he said, backing up as he blushed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. Running had been easy, but he'd stopped so suddenly. He had some catching up to do.

"Been here long?" He asked through heavy breaths.

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Where the hell was he? Jett had sunk down as far as possible when he saw the security man shining his light at the car. His heart felt like it was about to thud right through his ribs and into his lap. If he got caught, he’d be screwed. The man’s flash light disappeared but he wanted to wait a few more minutes just in case the guy was trying to be tricky. When he was almost positive that he had left the area, Jett slowly peeked his head just up enough to look around for him.. and Danny.

He hadn’t sat completely up, not wanting to blow his cover. He pulled out his cell, unlocked it, and flipped through his contacts to find Danny’s name. Just as soon as he had reached it, someone was coming in through the back seat. Startled, Jett drew back his tightly clenched fist and was instantly prepared to take a good swing at the intruder. When he registered that it was only Danny, he shot up in his seat and turned around to face him.

He was greeted with an almost welcome kiss which he smiled and leaned into until Danny pulled back and away. “No, maybe just.. I don’t know, it felt like twenty minutes. I thought that poor fat bastard got you for sure!” Jett laughed as he readjusted in the seat. “What do you say we get the fuck outta here? I have a good spot we could chill.. I mean, without getting in trouble or getting chased by fatties.” He chuckled and sat forward towards the dash. “There’s a reason I brought that blanket you’re sitting on.”



{to the woods! c: }