#moobaby

Dan is growing increasingly, visibly concerned as Arin’s silence stretches on. He reaches up to ruffle a hand through his hair. “Arin? Is it… Is it okay?”

“Um,” Arin says, ever eloquent. “You said you were just gonna donate money.” It comes out all wrong, accusatory and judgmental. He rushes to add, “It’s good, though! It’s great! I love it!”

His affirmations do nothing to soothe away Dan’s frown. Now he just looks skeptical and self-conscious. The haircut makes him look younger, somehow. Makes his eyes look bigger. “It was kind of a whim thing. I just wanted something different, you know? But maybe it was stupid, I’m-”

Arin feels like shit. He stands up, kind of flutters his hands toward Dan. He very nearly takes Dan’s hands in his, but stops just short. “No, it’s not stupid! You look great, Danny- Dan. Shit.” He can actually feel Brian staring at him from his corner of the office now. Arin’s face is hot. “What I’m trying to say is, hair long or short, you look amazing either way. Alright?”

Dan tilts his head, quizzical. “You just called me Danny. You never call me Danny.”

Arin opens his mouth, closes it again.

Dan begins to smirk. He leans forward, just enough to invade Arin’s space, and lowers his voice. “Don’t tell me you were a fanboy, Arin.”

Arin can’t deny it. In all the time he’s known Dan personally, he’s tried never to make him feel uncomfortable by letting on exactly how much of a thing he had for Dan. Or rather, Danny Sexbang. As silly as the character was, and still is, Arin always found Dan attractive, and he couldn’t very well help the subject matter of his dreams. Dreams which only fueled his fantasies.

“Shut up,” Arin mumbles. “You’re stupidly handsome and you know it.”

Dan’s smirk widens. He moves closer but Arin holds his ground, and he’s rewarded with a hug. Dan drapes his arms over Arin’s shoulders and plants a lingering kiss on his forehead. “Thanks, big cat,” he says, softly.