silver lining

    Arms reaching down and back, he tugged at the hem of his tank, pulling it over his head to drape it over the back of the couch. One last roll of his hips, one last nip of Fred's lower lip, and he pushed off to stand, maybe stretch a little.

     "...come with me, and I'll give you a tug?"

          We can blame a certain someone for that. Though that didn’t stop him from wanting to tease Danny. 

    He let it linger for a few moments before he pulled away. 

After the controller was securely placed on the carpet, he moved his hands to his cheeks, and cupped Danny’s face in his hands. So he could look at him better. 

     Danny couldn't keep from tilting his head, rubbing his cheek on one of the hands cupping his face. Warm hands, with callouses and little nicks and rough skin. Nice enough hands, better than soft and well-pampered ones, any day.

        This was going to drive the both of them insane, and he was going to have a good morning. Not a bad one. He laid back against the couch and rested his head against the arm. To be honest, Fred had no idea what to do around Danny.

He realized how much sex ruined his life in the last few months, when it was with someone other than Dmitri. He wondered if it’d ruin this. Whatever this was. Whatever friendship this might be. 

                 Though corrupting the poor teenager did get Fred off in some weird, deluded way. 

     With the laptop closed, Danny put the law textbook on top of it, and let his head fall back. Fred was paying him to do this, and Fred said to take a break. that meant it was officially sanctioned, right?

     After a brief moment of thought, Danny lifted Fred's legs and stood, only to lean both knees on the couch and lay on his stomach, his chin settled on Fred's chest, one leg wedged between Fred's own.

               "--so, if not work, what am I supposed to do?"

        After a moment, Fred’s frustration warranted a pausing of the game again and he leaned up a little to look at what Danny was doing.

     Just a few minutes passed, with the textbook open on Fred's shins, and Danny slammed it shut, looking over at Fred.

            "Fuck this. Can't we just, I don't know.              Falisfy records? Frame his ass? Fill his drive disks with child porn and call in a tip?"

     Danny moved back toward the keyboard, pulling up research of a different nature.

      He walked over to the couch where he set the cup of coffee down and grabbed the controller off the ground. He draped his legs, unceremoniously along Danny’s lap after he sat back down. 

     There was but one mug, and two guys on the couch. Once Fred had gotten situated across Danny's lap, he grabbed Fred's ankles and pulled a bit, adjusting the position of the legs to make it more comfortable--at least, for himself. Then, he went for the mug, stealing a sip.

                                                                 Woah. Good shit.

"I'll just speak up if something looks interesting, then."

"This is Chuck Hansen and the I do whatever the fuck I want ninety percent of the time,” Chuck snorts. It doesn’t come out as nasty as he planned. He’s succeeded in ending the bullshit nasty act— putting it back on just wasn’t gonna work now. 

Danny’s got a kind smile. It’s genuine and it’s real and Chuck can feel the edges of his own mouth curl into someone just as sweet. So they’d gotten off on the wrong foot. “Hey. Play your cards right and maybe I’ll take you to shore next time I head off. Maybe.” No promises, of course. Danny could always turn out to be a crazy person — and it wouldn’t be the first time Chuck’s been dragged into one of those situations.

He raised an eyebrow at the hand in front of him for just a moment before he reached out and took it, hauling himself up. “Sorry this probably won’t be the epic animal sex I’m sure all you techs talk about having with me.” Chuck’d heard the rumors, he’s not dumb. He offer a shrug and a smile. “Just not m’self today.”

      "He snorts," Danny jibed, bouncing a brow, lips curling into something less menacing than a smirk. Keeping up the trickster attitude around Chuck was difficult, when he was like this. Jabs and cuts weighted with some sort of venom simply lacked. "Take me off-shore and I won't leave your arm, stud. Promise."

     With Chuck's hand in his, Danny walked himself backward to the bed, his other hand toying with the bottom hem of Chuck's shirt. When knees hit an obstacle, he almost fell backwards, but caught himself with his spare hand on Chuck's arm, steadying. The guy was solid, moreso than he'd imagined, after settling armor over a skin-tight suit so many times.