Good Vibrations
Word Count: 5.3K | Warnings: Smut! (Handjobs, light toy play), language, general graphic stuff. 18+!
EXTRA SPECIAL BIRTHDAY POST!! Happiest of birthdays to Rou!! Everyone go wish her a happy birthday!! Cause she’s so cool!! @ofthecaravel you’re cool!
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As he slowly drifted into consciousness, Sam found himself staring with bleary eyes at the tiny red dot indicating “AM” beside the absurdly late (or early?) time displayed on his miniature alarm clock. Blinking slowly, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness as his mind started piecing together his surroundings.
Bringing his fingers up to rub at his eye, his mouth stretched open with a silent yawn and he rolled his head to the side, eyes struggling to focus on the privacy curtain separating him from the sleeping area of the tour bus. As the last nonsensical images of his dream faded away, Sam found himself wondering why it was he was awake at this god forsaken hour. He was comfortable, not too warm, didn’t need to use the bathroom, and the ambient sounds of the steadily rumbling bus usually helped him fall asleep.
Then again, the bus wasn’t actually moving at the moment, and it was only then in Sam’s sleep-muddled confusion that he realized the droning noise he was hearing wasn’t actually the engine or the wheels rolling over a stretch of highway. He could hear it even over the gentle ambience of the sleep sounds machine that broadcasted a steady white noise from nearby.
Furrowing his brow in mild frustration, Sam gently pushed his curtain aside, letting moonlight stream across his bunk. With his surroundings mildly illuminated, he squinted in the general direction of the mystery sound that was contributing more and more to his late-night grumpiness.
His eyes focused, through the shadows and dim lighting, on the outside of Danny’s closed curtain. Mostly closed, as Sam could see the faint glow of what he assumed to be Danny’s phone screen around the edges of the thick material, and a sliver of dark curls splayed across his best friend’s pillow.
Keeping his eyes on that tiny glimpse of the drummer, Sam rolled onto his side, settling with his pillow wedged between his arm and cheek with a faint smile, all his irritation subsiding with a sleepy sigh.
In Sam’s mind, he wondered absently about what Danny was doing on his phone so late at night. He relaxed into his sheets, and his eyes had just started to drift closed again, the strange buzzing noise forgotten, when he heard a sharp intake of breath, muffled by the thick curtain.
Brow furrowing again, Sam’s eyes opened, watching curiously as the top of Danny’s head shifted against his pillow. There were several seconds of silence, almost making Sam doubt he heard anything at all, but then after an undeterminable amount of time, another small sound unmistakably slipped through the opening of Danny’s curtain.
“Fuck…”
It was hardly even a whisper, more of a breath sighing out past his friend’s lips, but it made Sam’s heart rate double in a split second. Every muscle below his collarbones tensed up, and with the small rush of adrenaline, Sam woke up fully, lifting his head and propping himself up on his elbow. He listened closely, staring intensely at his friend’s curtain as though the fabric itself had perpetrated the sultry noise gracing his ears.
The sheets rustled, and Sam heard Danny’s chest rumble with a whisper-quiet groan, a sound which under any other circumstance would’ve had him worried that his friend was in pain.
If only it were any other circumstance. Then Sam might’ve been spared from the immediate and unwanted discomfort under his sheets. But as it were, he found himself shifting on the bunk mattress to shake off some of the sudden restlessness of his hips as his ears strained for more.
Another hitching breath from behind the adjacent curtain, and this time, now that Sam was wide awake and keenly eavesdropping, he picked up on a distinct clicking sound that increased the volume of that inconspicuous buzzing. Followed by an entirely new noise, one that Sam could only describe as a quiet, drawn-out whimper.
Feeling his face go hot, he blew out a harsh breath, and went to brush his sleep-mussed hair away from his forehead. As his hands lifted to his face, he unintentionally knocked his elbow against the privacy curtain that hid his bunk, and the resulting jangling was nothing but jarring in the relative dead silence of the night.
In hindsight, the next sounds from Danny’s bunk were rather comical, but there was no humor in the way Sam’s entire body froze as Danny hissed a soft curse, audibly thunked his head against the alcove, and then groaned. A moment later, there was a soft click and the buzzing ceased, leaving both men in deafening, ringing silence.
Several moments passed with Sam’s heart beating in his ears until Daniel broke the silence.
Croaking through the strain in his throat, Danny managed a timid, “Sam?”
Through the dead silence, Sam took a careful breath, “Yes?”
Entire body alight with nerves he wasn’t used to having with Daniel, Sam watched the rings of the curtains jingle as they were pushed to the side, unveiling the slightly flushed and, to Sam’s relief, bashfully smiling face of his best friend. Completely automatically, Sam matched the rather goofy smile painting Danny’s spit-sheened lips and the quip flew past his tongue before he could remember thinking it.
“Having fun over there?”
Danny’s eyes widened ever so slightly, before humor overwhelmed the shock and he breathed out a bashful but pleased little giggle that made Sam’s stomach flip violently.
“Yeah,” he whispered conspiratorially with a lingering smile, biting his lip as though in gleeful anticipation of Sam’s reaction.
Adrenaline starting to slowly ease its grip on Sam’s nervous system, Sam arched a teasing, graceful eyebrow at him and flicked his eyes pointedly in the direction of Danny’s lower half.
“Sure sounds like you are.”
Danny let out another giggle, his cheeks pinkening and his curls falling endearingly over his face and - oh, hello - bare chest, as he looked down at the mattress and shrugged one shoulder, only offering a little hum of acknowledgement. Sam watched him, helplessly endeared to this coy, shameless but shy version of his best friend.
“Are you…” he started, a bewildered smile twitching at his lips, “…are you using a vibrator?”
Once again, Danny simply nodded, the same bashfully pleased smile handsomely fixed on his blushing face.
When Sam failed to come up with any coherent response to his little confession, Danny offered quietly, “Feels good.”
Stunned, and heart racing fast enough to make him dizzy, Sam slipped into his default pestering, gaze fixed on his friend’s low-lidded eyes and cheeky expression.
“How long have you… had it?”
Danny gave a breathy giggle, his hand appearing and running over his face sleepily. “Couple weeks.”
Nodding a little, Sam finally tore his gaze away to examine the blankets beneath his hands, picking at them casually. “D’you use it every time you…?”
Danny huffed a soft laugh, rolling his head to look at the low ceiling of his own bunk. Sam grinned at the crack in his cool demeanor, a swell of butterflies rising in his chest at the blush darkening Danny’s cheeks.
Danny rolled onto his side after a moment, smiling at the ground and murmuring, “Yeah, it’s like… I dunno, I-“
He paused, grinning wider and chuckling awkwardly.
“It’s more intense.”
The noise Sam choked out and swallowed down made him flush brighter, and he prodded Danny further after clearing his throat, “You… like, uh…”
Danny’s gaze lifted to meet Sam’s through his dark lashes, and he mumbled, “I cum harder, yeah.”
It was then that Sam suddenly became painfully aware of his own situation between his thighs. He tried to shift subtly, lifting his hips and spreading his legs just enough to relieve the ache of his erection, but Danny’s hawk-eyes followed his squirming movements.
To Sam’s dismay, there was zero relief when Danny’s voice dropped an octave suddenly, the drummer lifting up on one elbow to give Sam his full attention. “What about you, do you have any toys?”
“Uh, aha, no,” Sam answered honestly, discreetly tugging at his uncomfortably tight briefs below the sheets. “Never, um… never tried that.”
“Huh.”
Sam glanced up at him, awkwardly laughing at the apparent disbelief in his friend’s voice. “That surprises you?”
“I kinda thought…” Danny trailed off, scrutinizing Sam with his eyes before ducking his face down and laughing softly and shaking his head.
“What?” Sam matched his posture, hoisting up on one elbow.
“Nothing, forget it.”
“No, tell me!”
Danny cocked an eyebrow at him challengingly, and Sam squinted at him, a silent showdown of wills. Several moments later, Danny groaned and rolled his eyes, ”I guess I just assumed you might like to- are you really gonna make me say it?”
When Sam’s eyes bugged at him affirmatively, Danny’s eyes locked on the ceiling of the bus as he smirked flatly, “I kinda pegged you as someone who might like to be… little spoon. Once in a while, anyway.”
“Little spoon?” Sam squawked.
Danny’s eyes slowly landed on Sam with the same, ironic smirk and challenging look in his eyes. “Yes. Like,” Danny trailed off, miming with his hands the particular action he was referring to with one finger inserting into an “O” made with his thumb and pointer.
Sam, whose entire face felt in flames, gawked at Danny’s crudeness as if he hadn’t actively engaged in incomparably worse immaturity during his youthful years alongside his band mates. “Danny-“
When Sam couldn’t find the ending to his sentence, Danny merely raised his brows at him, as though asking for confirmation.
Balking, Sam babbled, “I never- like, it’s not like I’ve ever tried, I mean- I guess, I’ve? Thought about it? But I-“
“You’ve thought about it?” Danny interrupted, smirk spreading dangerously.
“Haven’t you?” Sam squeaked defensively.
Danny nodded, face scrunching as if to say ‘obviously.’ “Who says I never tried?”
Fuck.
Reduced once more to gaping at his friend, Sam floundered as Danny dissolved into giggles again. “You’re so tense.”
Rolling his eyes, Sam sarcastically retorted “Oh, sorry. Maybe you can lend me your little friend to relax.”
He’d said it as a mindless bit of banter, with (basically) no real meaning to it, but Danny’s eyes instantly lasered in on Sam’s face with interest.
“Well that’s an idea…”
“…excuse me?”
Danny grinned, and in the moonlight Sam couldn’t help but find it rather predatory. “You could. If you wanted to.”
Sam blinked.
Danny grinned wider.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he continued, his tone dropping into a velvety caress, “I mean I’d be interested to see what you think.”
Swallowing down the ringing in his ears, Sam desperately tried to match the confidence in Danny’s voice but cursed the way his breath shook. “You want me to use your vibrator.”
Danny merely shrugged, easy as a summer breeze, head tilting to the side as his eyes trailed over Sam’s dumbstruck features. “Kinda,” he smirked. Hesitating for a second, his eyes darting down and then to the side, Danny’s shark like smirk faltered a bit into his lopsided smile, which did nothing to quell the violent fluttering in Sam’s stomach when he murmured, “kinda wanna see your face.”
As subtly as he could, Sam shifted his arm from his side to between his thighs, trying to mask the way he pushed his hips into his forearm to relieve the pulsing ache that wouldn’t leave him be. “…what, like now?”
Danny’s eyes flickered to Sam’s shoulder distractedly, and then locked back on his nerve-wracked eyes. “Only if you want to.”
Sam held Danny’s gaze for a moment, considering if he was truly about to go along with this, but ultimately he was only as strong as his biggest weakness, which was unfortunately the man laying across from him with unwavering interest.
“Okay… yeah, okay.” Sam nodded, smirking shyly. “Can I see it?”
Danny’s eyes widened a little, and he had to look away, clear his throat, and cough out a quiet laugh, making Sam realize the double entendre and snort, “Shut up, you know what I meant.”
Danny shrugged one shoulder, looking down in his bunk as he searched, “Answer isn’t gonna be no either way.” Finding his prize, he reached, handing it over to Sam with a debilitating smirk.
Sam blushed, breaking Danny’s pointed gaze and grabbing the toy with a hissed, “Jesus, you’re fired up tonight.”
That won a genuine laugh out of Danny, and while he mindlessly matched Danny’s twinkling eyes and bright smile, Sam turned his attention to Danny’s little silicone secret. It was a fairly simple toy, a baby blue miniature wand with a button on the end of the handle. The material was soft in Sam’s fingers, and he ran his fingers over the head of the toy with the shuddering realization that his fingers weren’t the only thing it had touched tonight.
He then became hyper aware of how quiet it had gone, and he cut his gaze to Danny, who watched Sam familiarize himself in unblinking fascination.
“You press and hold the button to turn it on. And then short press to make the vibrations higher.”
Sam nodded, looking down again and turning the toy on hesitantly, jumping a little when it began buzzing abruptly. He started to lower it down his body, and then whipped his gaze over to Danny, who laid still as a statue, eyes glued to Sam’s movements.
Sam let out a short, manic-sounding laugh, “You’re just gonna watch?” His stomach flipping as Danny blinked slowly, his eyes half lidded and his lips parted just so.
“Is that alright?”
Taking a slow, measured breath, Sam held Danny’s loaded stare and nodded a little, switching the toy to his right hand and not breaking Danny’s gaze as he lifted his hips off the bed. His left hand lifted the waist of his pyjama pants and wrapped around the base of his cock, and he blinked rapidly, fighting to maintain eye contact as his cheeks burned and his dick twitched.
“Yeah. That’s… that’s fine,” he murmured, giving himself a few slow strokes.
Danny’s eyes lowered, following the movement of Sam’s arm to where it disappeared behind the curtain. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, waiting.
Situating the toy between his fingers, Sam broke the staring contest to look down at what he was about to do, bringing the toy to the tip of his dick, and gently, pressing it to the sensitive underside of his head.
“Oh fffffuck-“
His eyes immediately squeezed shut, his long waves splaying out under his head as it fell back onto the pillow.
Across from him, Danny’s brows came to a pinch in the center of his forehead, and his own restless hand unconsciously made a beeline beneath his flannel sleep pants. Soft as rain, he breathed “oh my god…”
Heat rushing down his body at the sound, Sam rolled his head to look over at Danny, eyes freezing on the rhythmic motion of his arm. Heat pooled low in his stomach, and he started stroking himself in earnest.
The vibrator was a shockingly pleasurable addition, Sam found out. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of using a toy before, not like this anyway. From the moment it made contact with his weeping tip, he already felt so teasingly close to the edge.
And this embarrassingly fast race to the finish line was not aided whatsoever by the faces Danny was making beside him. His lips parting with shallow breaths, then getting bitten and licked at by his restless pink tongue. His eyes, all dark and predatorial in the nocturnal light. And his pure, unwavering focus on the faces Sam was making.
He felt so deliciously on display, and the only thing Danny could see was his face.
He’d been holding in his moans, too shy to make any sudden noises, sure that they’d be jarring and embarrassing in the relative silence of the bus. Other than their respective quickened breathing, there wasn’t a peep outside of the rustling of sheets.
Danny’s shoulder shifted, to switch up his grip Sam assumed with a sudden jerk of his hand, and Sam watched in dumbstruck awe as Danny’s eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. With his lips parted, between gentle pants, he murmured, “God this is so hot,” as he opened his eyes again.
Sam whined quietly, biting it back and squeezing his cock. He nodded, meeting Danny’s flustered gaze, “Fuck, I- mm.”
Danny’s eyes flicked down Sam’s body and back, and he whispered, “turn it up.”
“What?” Sam blinked incredulously.
“Turn. It. Up,” Danny smirked, arm steadily moving up and down behind the curtain.
Blushing hot, Sam held eye contact and found the button with his thumb, pressing once. The buzzing doubled in intensity, more than he’d expected, and another pathetic noise slipped through Sam’s nose.
Danny’s brows knit together, his jaw dropping. He picked up some more speed, audible sounds now making it to Sam’s ears with each movement of his hand under his pants. “Fuck me, Sam.”
Brain going fuzzy from the constant vibrations, Sam’s eyes roamed dreamily over Danny’s upper half, and of his own accord this time, he clicked the button again. And jolted on the mattress.
With his head tossed back, and through spit glistened lips, he finally broke and let out a candy-sweet whine, “Dannyyyyy…”
Danny’s eyes squeezed shut with a deep groan, and his hand squeezed tightly around the base of his cock, his entire body seizing up and staying frozen for several frantic heartbeats.
When he finally felt in control of his own body, his eyes slowly fluttered open, and he found Sam staring back at him with wide, pleading eyes.
“Sammy,” he croaked, eyes darting around Sam’s perfect body helplessly. Locking eyes with him once more, Danny swallowed harshly, and still panting gently through parted lips, gave a quick but pointed flick of his eyes downwards, a questioning gesture. Seeking invitation beyond the velvety curtain obscuring Sam’s hands and beyond the furthest point of their relationship thus far.
It only took a second for Sam to process Danny’s unspoken request, and another second for him to nod and beg through a shy whisper, “Yeah, please…?”
His heart beating in his ears, Danny nodded quickly, shoving his own curtain aside. Hauling himself to his feet, he only gave Sam a split second to gape at the impressive outline straining his sleep pants before Sam’s curtain was pushed off to the side as well.
Danny lifted his knee and rested it at Sam’s side, letting his leg dangle off the edge. His hand came to rest beside Sam’s head, supporting his torso as he leaned down over Sam, and before Danny could ask if all this was okay, Sam’s leg lifted to hook around Danny’s and used this new leverage to pull Danny completely on top of him to straddle his hips.
Danny’s other hand reflexively landed by Sam’s other shoulder, caging him in with all four strong limbs, and once settled, Danny’s eyes landed on Sam’s face.
Feeling his heated stare, Sam’s gaze flicked up from Danny’s painfully tempting chest to meet his eyes, and his breath was knocked from his chest. Hovering over him, all dark curls and impossibly long lashes, freckles and soft pink lips, hazel eyes with pupils blown wide, Danny chewed on his lip for a moment while the vibrator buzzed between them.
Sam, stomach erupting in butterflies, found himself smiling adoringly up at Danny without even thinking, and, finding himself reassured, Danny returned that easy, dopey smile and brought one broad hand to Sam’s face, cupping his jaw as he shifted his weight over to his other arm. Then, gently, he lowered his hips flush with Sam’s.
They both gasped, hidden cocks sandwiched between their simultaneously tensing stomachs and the insistently vibrating toy. While Sam’s breath morphed into a drawn out whimper, Danny’s panting interwove with a groan of “Fuck, Sammy-!”
Already past the point of politeness, Sam started grinding up into Danny, his long fingers snaking their way up around Danny’s torso and digging into his lower back. His mouth hung open, soft gasps and hitching breaths freely rising to Danny’s ears as Danny matched his desperation and started rutting his hips in time with Sam’s.
Struggling to keep them open, Danny blinked down at Sam through heavy lidded eyes and stroked his thumb absentmindedly over Sam’s cheek. Biting down on his lip, Danny’s gaze helplessly slipped just below Sam’s eye level, landing on his bite-swollen and glistening pink lips. Watching him losing the battle with self control, Sam grinned faintly, digging his nails into Danny’s waist and tipping up his jaw invitingly.
Catching Sam’s hint, Danny’s eyes shot to Sam’s with want, and seeing only a reflection of his own need in Sam’s fucked-out expression, Danny swallowed down a whine of relief and lowered himself down to his elbows, angling his jaw with Sam’s and kissing him deeply.
Sam moaned, eyes rolling back beneath closed lids, one hand shooting up from his hip to tangle in Danny’s wild curls. Somewhere in the back of his mind registered that he’d never been kissed like quite this before, ravenous and desperate, but steady. As if Danny couldn’t get enough of him, but was savouring the feeling and taste of his mouth as it worked against his own.
Fingers sliding from Sam’s jaw to cradle the back of his head, Danny’s cock insistently reminded him that their hips had come to a standstill through this new development, and as ecstatic as he was to be kissing the breath from Sam’s lips, he was equally as powerless to stop his own body from beginning to shift and squirm into Sam’s once more.
Pressed even tighter together now, the vibrator having tumbled to the bed beside them at some point in the chaos of their first kiss, Danny groaned into Sam’s mouth as he felt Sam’s own pulsing erection sliding alongside his own.
Gasping for air against Danny’s lips, Sam squeaked, “D-anny-y-!” insistently bucking his hips to meet Danny’s thrusts.
Breathlessly, Danny nodded and let his forehead rest on Sam’s. “I know, I- I know baby, you’re so fucking- so good, Sammy… so fucking good.”
With wide eyes, Sam nodded along mindlessly with Danny’s rambling, desperation getting the better of him. His hands, practically shaking with lust, managed to snake down between Danny’s arms, pushing and shoving at Danny’s waistband. Getting the hint, Danny hummed quietly, “You want them off?”
Dizzy with the way Danny switched on that seductive, confident tone, Sam merely nodded, hoping Danny would take over responsibility for that task.
And, lucky for Sam, Danny obliged with a half-manic grin, lifting himself up to his knees and pushing his ratty old pyjamas down his thighs.
”God-“
Danny looked up at Sam’s dumbstruck face and giggled softly, bringing his hand to his dick and giving himself a couple of slow strokes. Relishing in Sam’s dreamy reaction for a moment, Danny let himself go in favor of teasing his fingertips beneath Sam’s waistband. “Can I get you out of these too?”
Swallowing quickly and blinking up at Danny’s face, Sam nodded bashfully and obediently lifted up his hips for Danny to tug his bottoms down to his knees.
Groaning quietly in his throat, Danny lifted one hand to palm at Sam’s soft tummy, his eyes fixed a bit lower. “Oh, Sammy...”
Blushing hot, Sam squirmed, trying to will Danny’s hand lower with his mind. He was far-too-aware of what a mess he surely looked like, arched up and dribbling against his stomach, twitching impatiently.
“Can you just…” he started softly, voice breaking.
Danny hummed quietly, then carefully climbed up and lowered himself over Sam once more, letting his weight gently drape over Sam’s dainty frame. Whining high in his throat, Sam arched his neck and ground his hips up into Danny’s soft hair with a broken, “Yeah…”
Danny groaned softly, burying his nose in the hollow of Sam’s neck. Pressing his lips to damp skin, he murmured between wet kisses, “You’re so soft.” He started to match Sam’s insistent pace, rolling his now bare cock alongside Sam’s in tandem, breaking into a pant as he latched gently onto Sam’s neck with his teeth.
With a hitching breath that shuddered into a moan, Sam tangled his long legs around Danny’s, sank a hand into his curls to hold his face steadily against his neck, and dug one of his heels into the mattress for leverage as the last of his patience ran out. Picking up to a desperate, choppy pace, he humped Danny’s rock solid shaft and sobbed out an unrecognizable string of moans and whines into the safety of Danny’s broad shoulder.
Danny later wondered where he found the brainpower to even remember its existence, but he suddenly became aware of the faint buzzing noise they’d managed to drown out throughout the last little bit. Sucking one last love bite into Sam’s luxuriously soft skin, Danny lifted his face to watch Sam’s expressions twist and contort. A proud smirk spread across his flushed face, watching Sam struggle to focus his eyes.
Blindly, so as to not miss a second, Danny reached down, feeling for his vibrator. Finally getting his fingers around it, he smirked wider down at Sam and held the toy to his tip.
Crying out, Sam’s nails sunk painfully perfect into Danny’s shoulders, “Oh-! Oh fuck, Danny-!”
Sam’s voice spiking Danny’s adrenaline, he sat up, straddling Sam’s hips. Wrapping his free hand around Sam’s cock, and holding the vibe tight to Sam’s leaking head, he started stroking Sam’s cock with purpose, watching with bated breath as Sam’s face twisted into pure ecstasy, his best friend clawing at the mattress as his body tensed up.
Breath caught in his throat, he barely managed to squeak, “Danny- gonna-!”
Pumping his pulsing cock mercilessly, Danny watched Sam shudder and shake beneath him as he finally let out a raspy whine and came hard all over Danny’s fist and his stomach.
Slowing down gradually, Danny finally let go when Sam gasped and jerked away, smiling wide in satisfaction and carefully crawling up to lay alongside Sam’s body. Clicking off the poor, overheated vibrator, he set it down on the bed and propped himself up on his elbow, watching Sam’s flushed face slowly unwind and his breathing slow back to normal.
Sam felt his gaze with his eyes shut, and his lips betrayed him by quirking up into a tired, involuntary smirk.
Rolling his head to the side, he blinked his eyes open, meeting Danny’s tender (if a little smug) gaze.
“Hi,” he rasped, giggling quietly.
Smiling wider, Danny giggled back, “Hey.” Letting a beat of gentle silence pass, he then quipped, “You’re so hot.”
Snickering, Sam rolled onto his side, chest to chest and face to face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
Fixing Sam with his best bedroom eyes and teasing his face closer, Danny murmured all low in his chest, “Mmm, so sweet.”
Suddenly breathless, Sam’s mouth opened but nothing came out, and it made Danny’s infuriatingly debilitating smirk grow wider. He whispered, “Did you like the vibrator?”
Sam nodded slightly, leaning closer to Danny’s lips. “Mm. I think you’re onto something there.”
It was right around then that Sam realized Danny was still waiting patiently for his turn, and with a rush of eagerness, Sam closed the gap between their lips with a soft sigh. Danny returned the kiss easily, leaning into it with a caressing hand through Sam’s soft messy waves. He pulled Sam deeper into the kiss by the back of his head, his tongue carefully prodding at the tip of Sam’s just as Sam’s sneaky hand reached his cock and curled around it.
Pulsing immediately in Sam’s grip, Danny’s surprised moan echoed unrestrained into their kiss, spurring Sam on to pull and stroke Danny’s thick cock faster.
Panting against Sam’s lips, Danny swallowed harshly and croaked, “fuck me-“ with a breathless chuckle. Sam watched gleefully as Danny’s brows twisted up tightly, letting his thumb swipe over Danny’s glistening tip with each twist of his wrist.
His mouth popping open, Danny moaned out suddenly, “oh god Sam don’t- don’t stop, please don’t-“
“Cum for me,” Sam whispered, awestruck as Danny came apart from his touch.
Nodding sharply, Danny’s eyes screwed shut with a whine, “C-close…”
Reaching down with his other hand, Sam palmed the tip of Danny’s cock as he stroked rapidly, and murmured, “Give it to me.”
Danny’s head fell forward, curls tumbling over his forehead. He groaned hoarsely as he started to cum, his cock twitching and jerking in Sam’s fist as it covered his wrist.
Before Danny could even catch his breath, Sam was on him, kissing him senseless as he came down from his high. They rolled on the mattress, Danny landing on his back with Sam plastered to his heaving chest.
Languidly making out for some time, Danny let his lazy hands roam over Sam’s body. Across his smooth chest, down his gently curved back, over his shoulders. Grabbing a handful of his ass earned him a playful squeak and a bite to his lip.
“What,” Danny giggled breathless against Sam’s lips.
Cheeks pink, Sam laughed, “I refuse to believe you recover that fast.”
Smiling up at him all cheeky, Danny countered, “There’s lots of other things we could do.”
Scoffing incredulously, Sam shoved his shoulder as Danny laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, I let you- … do all this, and you already want more? Nympho.”
“Let me?” Danny balked humorously.
“That’s right,” Sam grinned brattily, heart warmed by Danny’s eye roll and wide playful smile. “Plus you’ve got all these ideas about what you wanna do to me? How long have you been cooking those up, freak?”
Danny flashed his teeth at Sam playfully before quickly flipping him flat on his back. Squawking in surprise, Sam laughed brightly and snaked his arms around Danny’s neck.
Grinning down at his lips, Danny admitted softly, “…For a while.”
Softening, Sam ran his thumb back and forth over Danny’s shoulder blade. “Really?”
Nodding bashfully, Danny raised his eyes up to meet Sam’s. “And y’know… not just freaky stuff,” he added in a joking tone even as his eyes grew slightly more serious.
Nodding up at him, Sam smiled gently. “Cute.”
Raising his eyebrows expectantly, Danny waited silently.
Smiling wider, Sam blushed and rolled his head to the side, “…Yeah, me too.”
Peaking at Danny again, he found him failing to hide a brilliant smile, one which he quickly buried in Sam’s neck with a jubilant little giggle. “Nice,” he muffled.
Snickering, Sam toyed with a stray ringlet that draped across his chest from Danny’s head. “Nice? You’re such an idiot.”
Having started to kiss along Sam’s neck, Danny mumbled against skin, “Takes one to know one.”
Tilting his head to the side and letting him continue for a moment, Sam smiled wide and lazily sighed, “well I fucked you, so- ouch!!”
Danny laughed into the fresh bite mark he’d just left on Sam’s collar and lifted his head out of the cavern of his neck. “We fucked each other, actually.”
“Well if you wanna get technical, neither of us actually fucked each other.”
Danny paused, then smirked slowly. “Hm. Good point. Good thing tomorrow’s a rest day, then,” he nodded.
Jaw falling open, Sam’s face flushed pink, “I- tomorrow?”
Giggling quietly and lowering his face down to brush his nose against Sam’s, Danny whispered, “Kidding, love.”
Sam casted his gaze to the side rather petulantly, “Oh…”
“What?”
“Nothing!”
“You want to?”
“Well you put it out there!” Sam squeaked, defensively.
Gaping down at him for a second, Danny then closed his eyes and shook his head a bit, laying himself back down in Sam’s neck. “Insatiable,” he remarked teasingly.
Closing his eyes and grinning at the ceiling, Sam’s heart fluttered thinking about all the ways Danny was about to find out exactly how right he was. But that could wait til the morning.
For now, Danny’s soft lips slowly came to a standstill along the hollows of his neck, and his soft breathing evened out, and that was more than enough.
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