#samxdanny

“FUCK”

Sam was angry.

This last show should have been great. The final show to end all shows for this year’s Europe tour. Instead it had been one of the worst shows they had possibly ever played. And that was including all the shitty dive bars and biker festivals they had toured when they were just starting out.

The show had started half an hour late because there was an issue with security. Apparently some fans had tried to smuggle in a sword to match the show aesthetic. Sam had still been kind of able to laugh at that.

But then when they finally were able to enter the stage the curtain drop had gotten caught on some ceiling amps, making sure only the left half of the arena actually got to witness the dramatic opening.

After that Jake had snapped a string on his guitar, Josh’s mic kept cutting out on his high notes, Sam’s bass kept giving feedback and Danny had almost been roasted alive when the pyrotechnics didn’t go off as planned.

That last one had actually upset Sam the most. Technical difficulties be damned, They couldn’t tour without Danny. Hell, him and his brothers could barely live without Danny at this point. He was their rock, their silent guardian and impartial referee.

Not to mention Sammy was madly in love with him.

He’d never mentioned it to him of course. Not wanting to compromise their friendship or their careers. Danny was an honorary brother, he was one of them. Always had been and always would be.

But to Sam he was so much more.

He shook his head, trying to rid his brain of these unspoken feelings and the panic he had felt when he saw Danny flinch at the fire.

He had seemed all right in the moment, hardly even missing a beat in the song, and carrying on as if nothing had happened. As if this had all been part of the show.

But the pain on Danny’s face hadn’t been part of the show. And neither had the ragged gasp he’d let spill from his lips when Sam had put an arm around his back for their final bow.

As soon as they had left the stage medics had carted Danny off to the first aid area that had been set up backstage.

Jake and Josh had been upset as well of course, immediately confronting the technicians about what the hell had happened.

They had been upset, but Sammy saw red.

He wanted to punch someone in the face, wanted to yell at them, make them pay for hurting his Danny.

But he couldn’t do that.

Sam was not a violent person. And Danny was not his.

So instead he had stormed off to the backstage bar. He would have preferred to follow Danny to the first aid area but he needed to get his emotions under control first.

If Danny was actually hurt…. Sam couldn’t even think about that. Couldn’t think about all the things he’d never told him, all the moments they had never gotten to share.

Sam knew he was being overly dramatic. Danny had finished the set, he had calmly walked off stage and quietly followed the medics. If he was hurt it was probably very minor. But Sam’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour.

He had yelled “FUCK” as he’d swung open the doors to the bar area, slightly startling the poor barman who had been polishing some glasses and was probably still unaware the show had even ended. It usually took them quite a bit longer to make it to the bar after a performance. Prioritising showers and comfortable clothes before food and drink.

To his credit the barman quickly recovered from the jumpscare and plastered a standard, easy smile on his face.

“Mister Kiszka,” he said in a pleasant tone. “How can I be of service tonight?”

Sam let out a humourless laugh. No one ever called him by his last name.

“You can start by calling me Sam.” he said, voice coming out slightly harsher than intended.

“Tequila soda please.” he continued after a sigh and a concentrated effort to make himself sound slightly less like an asshole.

“Very well Sam,” the man replied. “One tequila soda coming right up.

Sam took a seat at the bar, placing his elbows on the wood in front of him and resting his head in his hands.

After a few moments a glass was placed in front of him. He barely looked up to take a sip from the drink, head still half resting on one of his hands as he used the other hand to drag the glass slightly more towards him and hold the straw in place.

Sam silently chugged the drink through the straw. It was cold and refreshing and the alcohol lightly burned its way down his throat.

The barman watched him quietly from the end of the bar.

When Sam finished his drink and immediately asked for another he spoke up.

“I almost hesitate to ask how the show went.” he said as he slowly started mixing another drink.

Sam scoffed.

“Then don’t.” he snapped back at the man. But he immediately kicked himself at the reply. He hated feeling like this, being like this.

He wasn’t a dick, he always tried to be nice to people no matter how he felt. He lived by the rule that just because your day was shit, that didn't give you the right to ruin someone else’s day too.

He slumped over a little more, anger fading to sadness and mumbled out a quick apology.

“Sorry.” he said, avoiding eye contact and simply staring at the woodgrain on the bartop instead.

“I’m not usually this much of an asshole. I didn’t even ask your name.” he looked up slightly, shooting the barman an apologetic smile.

The man smiled back at him, he looked kind.

He replaced Sam’s empty glass with a full one and extended his hand to him.

“I’m Felix, nice to meet you Sam.”

Sam shook his hand. He didn’t really believe he had been nice to meet, not right now anyway, but he appreciated the kind words.

“And don’t worry about it, dealing with assholes kind of comes with the job. So far you’re doing fine, I've definitely experienced worse.” Felix said with a smile.

Sam believed him on that one. He’d never worked in a bar before, but he’d been in enough of them to see the kind of shit that often went down and he’d always pitied the poor employees who would have to deal with rude and violent customers.

“To get back to your previous question,” Sam sighed, taking a smaller sip from his drink, intending to make this one last more than half a minute.

“The show was shit.”

Felix frowned at that. “Hate to hear that you feel like that, it looked pretty good from here.”

Sam looked up at him, slightly confused. The bar area was nowhere near the stage, how would Felix have been able to see it?

Seeing the confusion on his face Felix pointed at a flatscreen tv installed above the shelves above the bar. It currently still showed the arena, the audience lights had been turned on and people were slowly filling out of the hall. The stage was empty, but Sam couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on Danny’s drum kit for a second. Fire and Danny’s face, contorted in a silent scream flashed through his mind. He groaned lightly.

“I gotta say though, those pyrotechnics were intense.” Felix laughed. “For a second there I thought the show might have been an excuse to ritualistically burn your drummer alive.”

Sam plunged his face back into his hands as Felix laughed heartily at his own joke. But the laughter quickly stopped when Sammy’s shoulders started shaking. Heaving sobs wracked his body, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

“Shit man, are you alright?” he quickly asked, voice soft and slightly concerned. Sam felt a tentative hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say… shit, who’s being the asshole now huh?” Felix let out a nervous laugh.

Sam hated crying in public, especially in front of strangers. Especially if those strangers then might decide to cut off his booze cause they thought he was becoming an emotional drunk.

But Felix made no mention of cutting him off so Sam slightly lifted his head to wipe at his wet cheek. His hand came back red and sparkly. He was still wearing his stage make up and the sudden onslaught of tears was making the red eyeshadow run down his face. God he must look pathetic right now.

“Do you want some water?” Felix asked softly. Sam just nodded, too focussed on steadying his breathing to speak.

The warm and steady hand disappeared from his shoulder, returning a few seconds later as another hand handed him a cold glass of water.

Sam chugged it like he hadn’t had water in days. He hated the feeling in his mouth he always got when he cried. Like someone had stuffed his face with cotton balls soaked in syrup.

The water helped a little.

His breathing got a little steadier. No longer the heaving, ragged breaths that hurt his ribs. The tears were still flowing down his face like someone had opened a faucet however.

He wiped at his face again, smearing more red across his cheeks. Felix quietly handed him a napkin which he accepted gratefully.

He dragged the cloth across his face and blew his stuffy nose but the tears were unrelenting, tracing lines down his skin like they were trying to carve canyons.

Felix looked at him, concern and pity evident on his face.

“You know, the whole ‘bartenders are secretly therapists’ thing is honestly just a sales scheme promoted by Big Alcohol.” he laughed “But i’m willing to give it a try if you wanna talk?”

Sam looked up at his face.

Felix really did have a kind face. He looked like he was about thirty five, the start of smile lines framed the corners of his warm green eyes, his light brown hair was tied up in a small bun at the back of his head. His cheeks were rosy and his chin was clean shaven. He was definitely older than Sam, by a good ten years at least, but in a way he also looked boyish, like he could still be a student.

Sam didn’t know why, but something about him just made the words spill from his lips, just like the tears spilled from his eyes.

“I just love him so much man.” he said, voice sounding wet and shaky.

“I love him so much and I’ve never said anything cause I’m a fucking coward and I care more about my stupid career than about my own happiness, and I wanna tell him so bad but every time I try I feel like theres an anchor on my chest and I can’t say anything cause I don’t wanna ruin what we do have, and what if he doesn’t feel that way about me? What then? Then it’s gonna be weird and uncomfortable and I’ll have ruined all of our dreams with my stupid emotions cause he won’t wanna be in a band with me if he feels like i’m just perving on him from the corner all the time, but I can’t not tell him cause it feels like there’s a rat eating my insides every time I look at him and I just wanna kiss him and hold him and tell him he’s mine and i’m his and he looked so hurt tonight and I don’t know what to do, I can’t see him in pain, he’s the strongest out of all of us he’s always fine, he’s always supposed to be fine!”

Sam knew he was rambling but he couldn’t stop himself. His vision was blurry from the amount of tears streaming down his face, his entire body hurt from the laboured breaths that were shaking him to his core. But he couldn’t stop talking. He had kept all of this inside for so long, hadn’t even shared it with his brothers. And now he was sitting here, in a random venue bar, in a random country, on a random continent, far away from home, spilling his guts to a random stranger.

It honestly felt kinda good.

Sam was panting hard at this point and Felix’s eyes were huge.

He blinked twice, swallowed hard, and shook his head lightly, seemingly trying to order his thoughts before he spoke.

“Yeah I’m definitely not qualified to deal with that.” he said as he huffed out a laugh.

“I think I might be though.” an unsteady voice came from behind Sam.

Felix looked up immediately but it took Sam a moment longer to realise the bar was no longer empty.

He slowly turned around on his barstool and looked at who had entered.

Danny.

He was still wearing his pants from the show, embroidered rhinestones sparkling softly in the dim bar lights. But his mesh top and cape had been replaced with thick bandages wrapping around his entire torso. His make up had also been running, dragging shiny black streaks across his face and down his neck.

He still looked beautiful.

Sam’s breath hitched in his throat. How long had he been standing there, one arm outstretched to hold the door open. How much had he heard?

“Daniel, I…” Sam started, but the words died on his lips.

Dany crossed the room and stopped about a foot in front of Sam.

The two men didn’t differ so much in height, especially not when you compared them to the twins. But Danny had always had a few inches on Sam. The height of the barstool had eliminated this difference, so now even though Sam was sitting down and Danny was standing they were perfectly eye to eye.

“Did you mean what you said?” Danny asked.

Sam didn’t know how to reply. He opened his mouth but his voice was stuck somewhere in his throat. Danny’s expression was unreadable.

He could deny everything. Turn it all into a joke, pretend he was drunk. But the tear tracks on his cheeks and his desperate eyes gave him away.

So he simply closed his eyes, swallowed once, and nodded.

Before he could open his eyes again to face whatever emotion had decided to settle on Danny’s features a set of lips crashed into his own.

The kiss was not exactly what Sam had always dreamt it would be. He had hoped for laughter, sunshine, fluttering hearts and soft promises.

But this kiss was tearstreaked, dark, grimy, and full of uncertainty.

Sam’s heart still fluttered though.

Danny’s hands found his face and his fingers made their way into his hair, gripping the strands at the back of his head, frantically trying to push their faces closer together.

Sam’s hands found Danny’s waist, pulling his hips between his own open legs in an attempt to press their chests together, aching for any inch of physical connection he could get before he would innevitably open his eyes and find out it had all been a dream wrapped up in a nightmare.

Danny disconnected their lips with a pained gasp when Sam’s hands blindly made their way up his back.

“Shit, fuck, Daniel, I’m so sorry.” Sam started to say when he realised what he had done. Danny’s back was obviously still painful despite whatever care the medics had provided.

Danny simply shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, trying to breath through the sudden resurgence of the shooting pain he had felt earlier that night.

His hands let go of Sam’s hair and travelled back to his cheeks, resting there while he slowly inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth.

Sam was frozen in panic.

It had been bad enough that Danny had been hurt in the first place, but the fact that he had now added to the pain made his heart sink into his stomach like a rock into a lake.

When Danny finally opened his eyes again he shot Sam a weak smile.

“You worry too much.” he said, his thumb wiping a fresh tear off of Sam’s cheek.

Sam let out a shaky laugh, uncertain of what was happening at the moment. Danny had kissed him. On his own volition. But he hadn’t really said anything, hadn’t replied to Sam’s rambling monlogue. Had he just kissed him to shut him up? But why would he do that?

Sam’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour again and Danny could tell. Danny could always tell.

He wiped his thumb over Sam’s lips.

“And you think too loud.” he said before kissing him again.

This kiss was closer to what Sam had imagined. Still no sunshine or laughter, but his fluttering heart returned and he felt like the first steps towards soft promises had been made.

Felix had kept quiet behind them. Not fully understanding what had happened but getting the general impression that it was a good thing.

He couldn’t really leave the bar. He was the only one on shift tonight and even though he didn’t exactly expect these two to ransack it after they had stopped crying and making out, if his boss found out he’d just left while there were still patrons inside he would definitely get fired.

So his best option to give the two sobbing, kissing men some privacy was just to retreat to the furthest corner of the bar and focus very hard on polishing some already spotless glasses.

His good intentions were shattered a few moments later however as two more men entered the room.

Felix held his heart for a moment, not sure what the reaction would be but preparing to kick them out without hesitation if they so much as gave a dirty look.

What happened instead surprised him more than anything else that night.

“HA!” one of the two men exclaimed loudly. He had curly hair which was shaved at the sides and even though he was wearing a simple white sweater and tan jeans, traces of glitter still shimmered on his face.

The other man simply stood in the door opening for a moment. Quite obviously having been cut off in the middle of a sentence, a look of confusion on his face. Until he looked at the two man at the bar.

Once he spotted them he threw his head back and let out a groan. His long brown hair spilled down his shoulders in a dramatic fashion.

“I believe you owe me some money Jakey.” the first man laughed, a big toothy grin plastered across his face.

The long haired man groaned again, head now slumping forward as he started digging through his pockets.

“They couldn’t have waited one more week?” he muttered as he fished out a twenty dollar bill and threw it at the first man. “I was so sure they could make it to thanksgiving at least… Fuck you Josh, how the fuck did you know.”

The first man, Josh? bent down to pick up the money the other man, Jakey? Jake? Had thrown at him. When he stood up again he clasped Jake on the shoulder and flashed another dazzling smile at him.

“Because brother dear, I am five minutes older and therefore infinitely wiser than you can ever fathom to be.”

Jake frowned at him and shrugged the hand off of his shoulder.

“And also,” Josh continued “because my bunk is in the middle of the row between the two of them and they both talk in their sleep. If I had to listen to either of them moaning out the other’s name at 4am again I would have locked them in a room together and forced them to fess up myself.”

“That’s cheating!” Jake exclaimed.

“You had insider information!”

“Inside- what is this? The fucking stock market?”

The two men kept arguing as they left the bar, apparently having forgotten why they had entered in the first place.

The two at the bar hadn’t even seemed to notice them. Too lost in their own world and each other’s embrace.

Felix decided that his boss could honestly get fucked.

He needed a smoke break.

Sam ventured inside the palace, Phantom’s Keep, no longer being amazed by the changes that have been made to the place - starting with getting rid of the giant ugly sarcophagus hosting the previous Mad King. Where that thing was she didn’t know and she didn’t care. 

A passing servant yelped when they saw her, but strangely they didn’t stop to talk to her. The servants, once they learned that inside doors they didn’t like pleasantries, started being more open and talkative.

“Hey-” the servant froze in place, suddenly nervous. Sam frowned. “Hey,” she restarted, voice softer. “What’s going on?”

“My Lady,” they looked down, nervously. “His Majesty… uh…”

“Is he in the Palace?”

“You don’t-?” the servant frowned, confused, and Sam noticed they didn’t approach her and the talking-screaming from one corner of the throne room to the other was getting tiring. “You don’t feel his heavy and grandiose presence?”

She searched inside herself, in her non-existent core, and -

Oh.

Yeah. There he is.

And he wasn’t just unhappy. He was pissed. Royally pissed.

As if on cue, a scream was heard throughout the whole palace, followed closely by boom and crashing of some poor furniture or whatever Danny had decided to take his anger on.

The servant in front of her whimpered and went to their knees, their hands gripping the skirt of their robes, whole body trembling. The air started to feel oppressive, breathing becoming harder and harder.

If she could notice it while having her fake-core, she couldn’t imagine how it was for the full fledged ghost roaming the place.

Okay, this had to stop.

Just as she turned to face the way from where she felt the presence of his Royal Asspain, a new voice called her attention.

“My Lady! Lady Samantha,” she bristled at the naming, but coming from the Fright Knight she could let it pass. “Your presence is required at His Majesty the High King’s quarters.”

“Yeah, no shit. What’s going on?”

“The King… he’s in need of assistance,” the knight looked at the servant, who rushed to get up and scurry away as fast as they could. Another scream fueled in rage echoed in the room, and Fright Knight flinched. “He was summoned by the Observants.”

Nothing else needed to be said. Every time Danny went there he came back looking for a fight.

“Do I need my equipment?” That was another word for the armour she wore while in the Zone. Her uniform. Her show of power. She thought it was neat, and it helped her channel her inner ghost powers, Maddie’s idea. She had it stored in her room in the Palace, which wasn’t far from Danny’s, in the family wing. 

And no, she was not going to comment that it had been once upon a time used for the King’s mate. Nope. That wasn’t happening. She just wanted the next biggest room in the wing.

“No,” Fright shook his head. Instead, he shuffled in place, nervously looking at anything else except at her. “We… I- I mean… It would be best if you gave other kind of services to the King.”

At the word ‘services’ she wanted to punch the Knight, but she got what he meant to say. For a ghost knight that had lived thousands of years, it seemed like saying that the King needed to get laid was too difficult a task for him. 

Sam pondered for a moment. As Danny’s General she did have a duty to serve him, but as his girlfriend she didn’t have to do shit if she didn’t want to. Right now it seemed like he needed his girlfriend Sam Manson instead of ‘Samantha, Princess of Green Islands, General of the Wraith Army’. Even if the last one had a cool armour.

“Fright,” she crossed her arms. “Do I need to call Tucker?”

But the ghost was already shaking his head. “No, the Royal Consort and Advisor will not be disturbed. He said he had a week-long business trip.”

“But I know he would drop it for Danny,” Tucker would also like to know about this. He was the least involved in Palace affairs, what with the pharaoh business and his actual day job in corporate nonsense (something about Microsoft??? She wasn’t sure what he did for a living. Ha, living); but he liked to be included. Once, early in their relationship, they had a really nasty argument about this. After that, the rest of their little polycule tried their best to keep him in the loop.

“I don’t… I don’t think that his Majesty needs Lord Tucker right now.”

Another scream and another crashing noise. This time she could hear Danny sobbing as he cursed the Observants with the lyrical prowess he never showed in English class. Not that he needed to worry about school anymore. 

“I see,” Sam sighed, squaring herself. “Thanks, Fright. I will take it from here. Tell everyone to take the rest of the day off,” she turned to walk to the family wing, but stopped. “He will be hungry after this, please let some food out for us.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Fright Knight bowed slightly at the waist, twitching like he wanted to do a different gesture. Sam narrowed her eyes. As far as Knight was concerned, he was a bit higher in the hierarchy system. They had settled on a simple bow, since he insisted on something more elaborate.

Fuck palace politics. Dorathea always laughed at her when she complained.

On her way to the source of the screaming and sobbing, Sam passed by some remaining servants frozen in place, crying at the oppressing feeling in their chests. She stopped to help them up and repeat the order to take it easy for the day before going back her merry way.

Once she got to Danny’s quarters she stopped. Now she could feel the air going in her lungs slowly, with a consistency like molasses. Her chest hurt when she expanded her lungs and keeping her eyes open was becoming a difficult task.

She opened the door, letting her eyes roam through the destroyed room, searching for her boyfriend. Danny was on the floor, sobbing, his head in hands. He still hadn’t got out the royal suit. A quick look told her the cape had been thrown haphazardly to a corner. 

“Danny,” she called softly. He heard her, because he stopped breathing. “Danny, I’m here.”

“S-Sam?” his voice was hoarse from screaming. He lifted his head from his hands, his green eyes shining so bright she could see him perfectly in the dark. “When did you-?”

“Just now.”

“Did Fright call you?” he frowned. Danny didn’t like to pull his friends into his issues. Never did. Got worse with kingly issues. 

“Nope, I had some free time and came to try out Emily.” 

He smiled, but it didn’t go into his eyes. And the air didn’t get any lighter. “Do you like it? Is it okay? Tucker said he added some last-minute stuff.”

He was talking like he wasn’t a crying mess on the floor in the middle of his destroyed drawing room. Good thing he didn’t take the rampage to the bedroom or he would be sad to have broken the photos and memorabilia there.

“It’s nice. But don’t change the topic - Danny, what’s up.”

His smile slid down and he went back to glare at the floor. “I was too late. I was… set up.” Sam walked up to him and kneeled at his side, but tried not to touch him too much. When he got like this he didn’t like to be touched. “I couldn’t save them, Sam. I couldn’t- I was too late.”

He started to tremble, either in rage or in grief, she didn’t know. 

“The Observants decided some ghosts were going to become a threat and… and-”

“Ugh,” she interrupted him, knowing the rest. “Fuck those guys.”

“I was invited. Invited! ” he scoffed. “They wanted to send a message, Sam. They wanted me to remember Dan.”

“Fuck those guys,” she repeated, but Danny wasn’t listening to her. 

He buried his hands in his messy hair, which was freed from his usual half updo. “I wasn’t there. I was too late. They never planned a fair judgement. They never meant to consider another option. I was too late.”

“Danny. Danny!” she spoke up when he went back to crying and the room became heavy again. He looked up at her. “Danny, you didn’t know. It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t, Sam. I can’t stop thinking about it. My core… There’s so much noise.”

Sam was understanding why Fright didn’t think Tucker was a good idea. Danny didn’t need his best friend to laugh with. He didn’t need a distraction. He needed to stop thinking. She knew what she had to do.

“What do you need, Danny?” she put one hand on his, and another on his wet cheek. “What can I do for you?”

He didn’t think about it too much. It wasn’t the first time he asked this of her. “Make it stop, Sam. Make me forget,” he licked his lips, looking away from her eyes. “Make me hurt.”

“Oh, Danny,” she whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. It tasted salty with tears. “I love you so much, you know that?”

He nodded slowly, but his eyes weren’t looking at her. She sighed and moved her hand on his cheek to roam to his hair, closing her fist around the long locks and pulling. Danny gasped, finally looking at her.

“You are always so strong, so amazing…,”she kissed him again. “But you need to rest, too.”

“I don’t- I don’t deserve it,” his voice was brittle.

“Yes you do,” Sam stood, dragging him with her. It helped that her boyfriend could defy gravity, because she wasn’t sure she could lift him with the heavy armour and everything. “You deserve so much, Danny.”

He didn’t say anything about it, just letting himself be guided to his bedroom by the hand on his hair. Sam knew he was still thinking about those ghosts, about the Observants, and he wasn’t that present with her in the room.

Once they were close to his absurdly gigantic bed, she pushed him to it, immediately moving to his feet to maneuver his body fully into the mattress. He didn’t move to look at what she was doing around his feet, just looking up at the accurate and moving starry night of the ceiling. A present from Nocturne after Danny saved him from another powerful ghost. 

“Do you think they know I let them down?”

Sam stopped her hands around the belts of his knee guards, looking up at him. 

“I think they knew you would have done everything in your power to save them.”

“But I didn’t.”

“You did.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she shushed him. “Danny, I know you. The Zone hasn’t been the same since you accepted the throne. Hell, the world isn’t the same. You have done so much good in this place. Believe me when I say that your subjects know you’d do anything for them.”

His eyes shined with more tears. “But I couldn’t save them. I failed.”

The woman knew she could not get to him by her words, instead choosing to do another thing entirely. With a wave of her hand, and a lot more focus than she would have liked, the inconspicuous plant on the other wall grew and arrived at her call, floating near her face as if asking for further instructions. She kissed a few leaves before gesturing towards Danny. The growing vines knew what to do.

“Since you are going to use your mouth to say nonsense, I think it’s time you stopped talking.”

Her plant powers responded better to her in the Ghost Zone, specially in Danny’s castle, where ambient ectoplasm was thickest and power pulsed in every wall. This had been a rather recent development. She had lived her life like a ‘normal human’ for a while, until in one diplomatic meeting with Undergrowth, Danny found out that he was dating the heir of the Green Islands. Apparently, the older ghost’s claim on her was irreversible and when she died she would come back ‘home’ to rule by his side.

Danny had felt guilty for being happy at knowing he wouldn’t lose either of his best friends when they died. 

In the meantime, she had been trying to come to terms with her ghostliness, not bummed at all, no sir, when it was limited to (in the human world) a weird sixth sense for ghost stuff and some freaky green thumb. At least she could breathe and fly in the Ghost Zone.

Or, sometimes, she could shut up Danny with her vines while she continued untying his knee guards, throwing them over the bed and continuing with his boots..

“You know I love your voice, but this moment is for me to talk and for you to listen. And I know you know the things I’m saying, but sometimes, Danny, you are just so dumb and fixate on the worst things to really pay attention.”

She sighed, pulling at the boots, which made a loud clank! noise when they fell to the floor. She moved up to his waist, starting undoing the buttons and straps securing the different elements of his get-up. What a fortunate thing to have learned to do this for her own suit.

“One of the things I love most about you is how you are ready to throw down, no matter who you are against.” One set of straps was off. “Other is your warm, enormous and very much alive…,” she looked at him in the eyes as she set free the other set of straps, completely loosening his pants, “.... heart.”

Danny chuckled under the vines and she took it as a win.

With quick hands she got rid of the hips and waist armour and tugged down the thick leather pants. His hands made a move to help her, but she slapped them away. 

“Uh-huh, no touchy. Only I can touch you tonight.” She worked fast on the pants, stopping here and there to leave a kiss on his skin. He was cold, but she was used to his ghost form. And it wasn’t the first time they did the nasty with him in ghost form - he seemed more comfortable in that form when in the Ghost Zone.

Once he was freed from those deliciously tight leather pants - which she and Tucker reminded him all the time made his ass look delicious -, Sam moved upwards to the straps of his shoulder guards. Fortunately he didn’t have the cape on, which simplified things greatly. 

As she loosened the guards and threw them to the floor, she looked at his eyes, satisfied to find them really looking at her, his mind present in the moment.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” she kissed his hair, caressing his cheek. “It reminds me of when we were kids and you were trying so hard to tell me you liked me but didn’t because of some absurd reason.” He frowned, like he wanted to protest. “Uh-huh, I know what you want to say. ‘But Sam, I had to protect you!’ or ‘I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship!’. Ha, good one, Danny. Look at us now, ghost boy.” He now arched an eyebrow. “I have you right where I wanted - defenseless and under me.”

She could almost hear him say that’s not what you said the other night, but the vines held and he couldn’t open his mouth.

She scoffed and started unfastening the leather jacket, revealing the soft cotton undershirt. As with the pants, she kissed him softly when she uncovered his torso, knowing where his scars hid under the undershirt by memory, taking special care to kiss the worst ones.

“Intangible, now,” she ordered with a pat on his sternum. He obeyed and she threw the jacket away, and then the undershirt went, too. “Good boy,” she kissed his forehead, chuckling at the soft green in his cheeks.

“Now, I wonder what I should do with you,” Sam said as she jumped on the ridiculous bed, straddling him. Her hands wandered to his chest, and she made a point to drag her black acrylic nails on his skin. “Today I had plans, you know? I came here to get things done, not to play around.” She shuffled down a little bit, admiring the slightly greener marks where her nails bit at the skin. They healed in seconds. “I can’t be slacking in my work. What would my king say? He would get angry at me.” She fake pouted, a thing she would never do out the bedroom, but that apparently Danny loved when she did. 

Danny hastily shook his head, his eyes following how her hands went down and down.

“I think,” she licked her lips, hands locking on her decided prey. “I think you have to make it up to me for distracting me from my work.” Her voice remained even as she cupped his forming erection, like she was simply conversing with a friend. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

With her other hand she gestured at the vines, freeing his mouth just as she ran her nails up his now hard body part, smiling at the gasp that ate whatever he wanted to say. She grabbed him again over the fabric of his underwear. “I said, do we have a deal?”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, whatever you said.” His cheeks were comically green.

“Oh? You weren’t paying attention to me?” She withdrew completely. He whimpered. Cute. “Bad boy. Now I have to start all over again!” She moved back up a little, letting her crotch settle over his, knowing that rubbing against her leggings wasn’t enough stimulation for him. His hands flew to her waist, maybe to guide her back down, but she grabbed his hands and locked them over his head. “What did I say about getting handsy?”

“No touchy?” he smiled, like it would lessen his punishment and she would go back down.

“I see you listened to that, but now I can’t believe you will obey,” she tutted. “It seems you can’t follow simple instructions.”

“I guess you just make it hard. To follow, I mean.” His smile turned cheeky.

“Ok, that’s it. The vines are back and they are not coming off.” She tried her best not to snort at his pun. Just as they quickly covered his mouth, he managed to get out something like ‘Other things are coming-’ but he didn’t finish the thought. 

Just to be safe, she commandeered more vines to curl around his wrists, tying them together above his head. Of course Danny could just move his arms and break the ties, but he wouldn’t do it. Also, he seemed to want to know where this was going.

“Alright, since you have been such a bad boy,” she stood, leaving him hard and wanting on the bed. Sam approached a dresser and searched on the first drawer, finding the supplies she needed - a bottle of lube, some condoms and her trusty strap-on. She stopped at the vibrators, considering. Nah, not needed today. “You are going to just shut up and hold on for the ride.”

She threw everything to the bed where he could see it, watching his eyebrows go up to his hairline. It wasn’t common for her to use her strap, even after her boyfriends told her they were more than okay with it - Danny deliciously blushing when he said he liked her on top -; and also she usually dealt with an overwhelmed Danny with her hands and her mouth alone. 

“I was saving this for another time, but it seems you have decided to be a brat today.”

Sam could see him thinking about her words, eyes fixed on the strap with the dildo already settled and ready for use. Yeah, she had been planning this big thing for their anniversary. Whatever. Now was as good a time as ever. She would have to make do without Tucker, tough - or maybe do a repeat on the anniversary? She could use this as a trial run.

She got rid of her leggings and underwear before settling back on top of him, discarding her shirt and her bra in one quick motion. His eyes zeroed on her boobs, and she rolled her eyes. Still, after all these years, he could not stop looking at her naked chest.

“You move, I leave,” she said when she noticed one of his hands twitch. “Alright, this is what we are going to do: I do what I want with your body, and you can’t touch either of us or talk. If I do something you don’t like, flare your core.” He didn’t need the reminder, but she felt better saying their code. 

Danny nodded. She felt his dick come back to life under her butt.

“Good boy,” she leaned down, grabbing his hair, getting close to his ear to whisper. “I knew I could train you.” She pulled to force his head back, revealing more of his neck and shoulders. 

Her lips left a wet path as she travelled down his cheek to his neck and then to the shoulder. There, she bit down without guilt - her boyfriend was a dumbass with a high tolerance of pain, something he was proud of even if Tucker and her tried to convince him it wasn't something to be happy about.

He gasped, and her mouth tasted electric and coppery, like human blood. She and Tuck theorized it was a Danny thing, but she didn't want to go biting ghosts to compare the taste.

She didn't stop, however, and traveled down his chest, her hands mapping his hard battle-toned muscles and her mouth doing constellations with his scars. She knew him well, knew where each of them came from, but it has been a while since she felt bad looking at them - Danny didn't care that much about them and Tucker thought they were cool and manly, so why should she worry?

Sam drew back, contemplating for a moment. Sometimes it overwhelmed her how she had ended like this, with an otherworldly creature trusting her so much, looking at her like she hung the stars. 

"You work so hard, Danny. You do so much good here…" she leaned back down, biting one of his nipples playfully. "I'm so proud of you."

He couldn't say anything back and she didn't look up, fearing he could be crying at her words.

( Liar, she thought. She was the one tearing up).

She couldn't break character now. Instead, she went back up to his clavicle to suck at the skin there, one hand cupping his cheek. She blew a breath over the bruising skin, enjoying the shiver that went down his spine. In a few seconds the bruise disappeared.

She chuckled at the inhuman display. Yeah, this was her life now.

With a smile on her lips she bit down on the healed skin, already expecting the weird blood-like taste. He tensed under her and for a moment she searched for the pulse of his core to indicate she had crossed a line. When it didn't come she looked up to find a very blushing Danny.

"Remember, you can't move. Or this will be over."

He made a pitiful sound, a keening of some kind. Sam chuckled.

She moved back down, biting and scratching her way back to his neglected but not forgotten dick, which was trembling, waiting for attention. She took pity and removed his underwear with quick hands, immediately grabbing him and doing a few lazy pumps. He tensed again, a sigh lost against his makeshift muzzle. It was kinda cold, but still warmer than the rest of his body, so it wasn't that uncomfortable against her human skin.

"No touchy." Was her only warning before her mouth came down on him, swallowing him as far as she could. He screamed against the vines, his hands twitching again, muscles bulging with the strain of not being able to break his restraints. 

Sam smiled around him, putting one hand on his belly to push him down back to the bed when he started to arch his back.

"I said, don't move." She said when she pulled back to breathe, adding a command to her voice. He shivered but settled back down on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing hard. "Good boy." He whined again.

She didn't dignify that with an answer, instead leaning down to take him again, ignoring the gagging reflex when she tried to go further. What she couldn’t swallow she took care with her hand, pumping up and down with practiced gestures. Under her ministrations, her lover trembled and twitched, obviously wanting to do something, to act. Danny usually was very affectionate and touchy during sex and not being able to do that was another kind of torture she reveled in.

Just as his muffled pants and grunts grew in volume and intensity, she slowed down to just enough stimulation to keep him on edge but not really giving relief.

“Hmm!” he protested, eyes wide.

She licked the underside of the shaft, keeping eye contact as one hand reached for the bottle of lube. With that one hand she opened it and squeezed it to get some of the thick substance in her hands, warming it.

As she kept the minimum stimulation, she ventured a finger inside him, watching his face for any discomfort. He closed his eyes and settled back on the bed, and Sam felt his muscles relax around her digit. She added another one, because it seemed like he wanted to speedrun the prepping part of this.

"A bit eager, are we?"

Danny opened his eyes to glare at her, but he kept relaxed around her fingers. He even sneaked a small thrust while she wasn't looking.

"Okay, okay! I get it." She smiled while sounding annoyed. "What a needy brat we have today. Do you want to be fucked that much?"

He rolled his eyes, but his quickening breath betrayed his actual thoughts. Yes. Yes, please.

"Alright," she reached for the strap-on as she carefully slid out her fingers, wiping them on her leg. "I'm glad to inform you, I'm going to be quick and rough," Sam said with a bright voice as she moved to stand beside him where he could watch her put on the strap, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Are we clear?"

He lifted his eyes from the purple dildo proudly presenting itself to the world, and nodded his consent.

"Good that we agree."

The young woman moved back to her place, positioning herself back between his legs. After swiping the lube bottle to spread some more generously over the plastic toy, she took one forgotten pillow.

"Up," she patted the side of his hip. He obeyed and Sam put the pillow under his lower back. "Good boy." She squeezed his thigh in thanks.

Danny watched with expectation as she slowly slipped the toy inside him, bit by bit, sighing once all of it was comfortably in, all the way to the base. Sam settled back, sitting on her legs in a last minute positioning, getting comfortable for what she planned to do, earning a soft whine swallowed by the vines.

Without warning she started thrusting and the effects were immediate - he threw his head back as his arms trembled with the raging need to break the ties and reach for her.

"Don't you dare move, mister," she growled, focusing on keeping a quickening pace. He shivered at the command, but the struggling stopped.

As a reward, she did a harder thrust, trying to get deeper. The sound he made was definitely not made with human vocal chords, like a scream through a crackling radio, making her chuckle. She did it again a few times, enjoying how with each deeper slam of her hips he added a different whine or ghostly mewling sound as a finishing touch.

"I do love the sounds you make, Danny. How about you let me hear them better?" 

She removed the vines with a mental command, and his pants and heavy breathing were freed from his restraints. 

"S-Sam…"

"Yeah, I know. I'm the best," she continued the even movement of her hips, albeit fastening her pace. He snorted and rolled his eyes, but was smiling. "I'm going to move things a little."

Her warning didn't mean she would stop - she just frowned a bit in concentration as she grabbed his legs and stood on her knees to change the angle without interrupting the movement of the dildo going in and out.

"Ah, yes… like that is good," was her reward at the trick she pulled, snickering when Danny's eyes rolled back and he melted to the bed, figuratively speaking.

Sam picked up the pace again, watching his face for any discomfort, pushing at the limit of what she knew Danny usually liked her to do. He said he wanted to be hurt but…

"Harder…" he whispered, one green eye opening. She obeyed but didn't say anything, letting the sounds of skin against skin and their own pants fill the room. "Harder, Sam."

"Danny?" her voice lost the edge she kept in these sessions, letting the worry slip through. 

"I can take it. I - hm!" he gasped when a thrust hit him just right . "I want it." He opened the other eye. Sam could see he was coherent and serious when he asked this, so she obeyed.

"Okay," she let out a breath. "But don't come crying to me when you are sore later."

He rolled his eyes. "I asked you. Also, I have never been a sore loser."

Her groan morphed into a scream of her own when she started to give her all to him. Thank goodness she kept physical endurance high on her training (what with trying to keep up with immortal ghosts that didn't get tired), because she needed it right now. She slammed harder against Danny, so hard that it became clear he wasn't human when his response to her thrusts was more of those beautiful ghostly moans and screams. The bed groaned, not agreeing to what it was being subjected to, but neither lover could care less about a replaceable bed.

She huffed at the effort, breaking the even pace she had kept to do a few more of those deep thrusts, ramming into him with all her strength. Danny screamed so loud she was sure he could be heard in all the Zone, his usual low ghostly shine going into overdrive as his body was moved with each violent push she did into him.

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" he let out when she continued. "More of those!"

"Didn't peg you as a masochist." Sam breathlessly said, her body arching over his and one hand releasing a leg to settle next to his head, fisting the bed sheets there, knowing she was reaching her physical limit.

Danny tried to laugh, but his ragged breathing ate any attempt at that. She smiled at the face he was making, a mix of blissed out sex face and the silly boy she fell in love with. His locks of white hair framed him like a painting, tangling and twisting each time she moved their bodies, and she thought he looked really pretty. She was glad she decided to use this position.

Sam felt a cold hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, giving support for the last stretch, support she needed even if she grumbled at the realisation that he broke his constraints.

"Sam, lov' u" she heard him gasp. Her heart swelled in her chest, and she found the strength to finish what she started.

"Fuuuuck," the woman growled through gritted teeth, her screaming muscles complaining when she pushed them for a last few strong thrusts, the cold hands keeping her aligned.

The volume in her lover's voice raised as he came undone, whimpering and moaning and calling her name in desperation, like his breath was being stolen from his chest. He twitched, unconsciously thrusting forward with his hips, riding out the orgasm as he panted, searching for air.

Both breathed rapidly, looking at each other for a few moments, before they started to laugh. 

Sam collapsed to her side towards the bed, yelping when the forgotten bottle and condoms dig into her heated skin. She kicked them away, unbuckling the straps around her hips and legs, and kicked that too. She'll clean everything later.

"Thank you," she heard at her back before those same cold hands grabbed her, pulling her into a muscled chest she knew well.

"You are welcome," Sam tried to sound grumpy and nonchalant, but she knew he could hear the smile in her voice.

They stayed for a few moments like that, hearing each other breathe. She was starting to feel really cold, considering the pros and cons of moving to get under the blankets, when he spoke again.

"I needed that. Really, thank you."

She chuckled. "I would say 'any time' but I think I'll need some ibuprofen tomorrow."

He squeezed her against his body. "Sorry."

"Any time, Danny," she turned, deciding that the cold was too much. "Blankets?"

He nodded and phased them under the blankets. Oh yes, the perks of having an inhuman boyfriend. Ha. She cuddled further into his chest and closed her eyes, ready to sleep for a thousand years.

***

She didn't sleep for a thousand years but a half an hour or so instead. Danny did look dead to the world, so she left him in bed to hunt for the promised food she had asked Fright to get prepared for them.

As she wandered the halls of the castle she felt the difference from the tense situation she found it in; the air light and calm, the walls literally pulsing with energy (she could notice they followed the cadence of Danny's breathing) and the green sky of the Zone she could see from the windows was bright and swirling in lazy waves like it always did. Or was it? She could swear the shade of green was a bit brighter, like the sun was behind and the rays tried to peek through. But it was impossible, there was no sun in the Zone.

For some reason she found a servant when she passed through the inner patio, a shortcut to the kitchens, and waved at him. It has been a while since she cared about being seen with so little clothes, especially since she had to be manhandled by the maids and her ladies-in-waiting (yes, she had those) around Danny’s coronation; but just in case she adjusted the robe around her body.

The servant didn't see her at first, too focused on looking at the sky like it was a miracle, but when he did he yelped and ran in the other direction. He didn't even look her in the eyes!

Weird.

She found Fright sitting on the floor in front of the kitchens, polishing his sword and mumbling something she couldn't hear.

"Hey, you didn't have to stay. I said I got it under control."

The knight jumped and stood quickly. He was nervous. How could she know it when he didn't show his face? She could practically sense it with how much nervousness and awkwardness he projected.

"My… My Lady Samantha." He bowed lower than they had agreed to. "Glad to see you well. I, hm, I decided to stay, but…" he trailed off. If he was looking at her messy hair and how she obviously didn’t wear clothes under the robe he didn't show it. "The food has been prepared, as requested. Are you… Do his Majesty and my Lady request anything else?" he sounded strained. As if mentioning both of them in the same phrase pained him.

Oh.

Oh.

"You heard us, right?"

Fright tried to appear calm. He failed. "I think the whole castle heard him, my Lady. And I venture that half the Realms, too."

She put a hand on her face, trying to hide the blush. Oh fuck. Danny was not going to like this.

"At least everything looks… nice," Fright continued as he looked at a window in the same awe as the servant she encountered before. 

She turned to look and found that everything, everything until the horizon, looked vibrant, alive, if the word was allowed. It wasn't only the sky that got the sunshine treatment - the buildings, the floating islands, the plants and even the goddam air looked as if through a filter. Less dead. Shinny.

The whole Zone knew they had fucked. Fantastic. Absolutely amazing. She had to ease Danny into this piece of information. And maybe ban mind-blowing sex untill they figured out how not to broadcast it to the whole fucking world.

"I'm too tired to deal with this. I need food."

Fright jumped like he forgot she was there, looked at her like he did before (somehow it wasn't in a creepy way. It was more like silent astonishment. Could Fright really tell that much with so little facial expressions??), and gestured towards the kitchen doors.

"After you, my Lady."

She walked in, hiding her blush, her groan and the slight limp from her hurting leg muscles.

But hey, it was worth it.

Danny yawned next to him, putting his arm around Sam's shoulders in the classic move every boy wanted to try since the fifth grade. Inadvertadly, the motion actually made Sam's idea all the easier, which was so not helping him refrain from it.

It was perverted to want to do something like that to your best friend, especially when your family were all within a fifty foot radius of where you were sitting, wandering around and having a jolly good time, occasionally stopping to look in on the movie Danny and Sam were watching.

Ronnie smiled at them, probably thinking it was cute that her little brother was so close with his best friend that they cuddled when they watched a scary kids movie. If only she knew.

Sam clenched his jaw, the acrid burning shame of thinking these thoughts and having these ideas right around his family, having these ideas at all, encompassing his stomach. It was also mingling with another molten liquid - desire, slick and steaming - running down his thighs and wrapping around his fingers, guiding them.

He ran his hand up and down over his own thigh, closing his eyes and imagining that it was Danny's muscled quads he was feeling. The movie was boring as shit, he had only payed attention to the first ten minutes or so; Danny, though, he was captivating and alluring, sitting there next to Sam.

Danny didn't notice any of Sam's internal toil, still being completely invested in whatever cheesy PG thriller they had found on Netflix. He drummed his fingers lightly on Sam's shoulder - always playing to a rhythm, whether he was conscious of it or not. The blanket over their legs shifted a little when Danny uncrossed his feet and brought one knee up on the couch.

Sam mirrored him, seeing the oppurtunity. Fuck the consequences and fuck the likely stupidity of carrying out his plan, he wanted to try goddammit.

Danny didn't really take notice when Sam pushed their thighs together- they always sat close, and he had put his arm around him to cuddle.

Danny didn't care when Sam's hand came to rest on his knee - he just enjoyed the warmth it provided and continued watching the movie. Jake walked by with an harmful of records, heading to the music den with their father, and smirked at them.

When Sam slid his hand up from his knee cap to mid thigh, fingertips pushing into the softer areas of flesh on the insides, he registered it, but it wasn't like Sam never got ultra touchy-feely sometimes.

Sam bit his lip, trying to suppress his grin. He'd gotten this far, and Danny didn't even seem to care! Now, for the make or break -

Danny laughed at something - maybe an over exaggerated fight, Looney Tunes style - when Sam acted out phase two.

He sighed, long and dramatically, resting his head on Danny's shoulder while his hand lightly felt it's way to the bulge in Danny's jeans.

"Bored?" Danny asked, apparently not feeling it yet. Then he stiffened.

"Nope."

Sam kept his cool, head still on Danny's shoulder and eyes now attentively watching the screen. But, under the blankets, he was pushing his fingers into the fly of his best friend's jeans and massaging the head of his dick shit yessss.

He pulled back out and popped the button with only slight difficulty, wrapping his whole hand around Danny. Sam was sure to move slowly, and only his hand, lest anyone see his arm jerking, but he was actually doing it! Jerking Danny off - like he had long wanted to - on the couch while they were watching TV. And no one fucking knew!

What was curious was that Danny hadn't stopped him; he was holding his body, especially his hips, tense, and his breathing was noticeably controlled - but he let Sam do what he was doing.

"It's not a bad movie," Danny spoke, soft, though it still startled Sam. "Could be a bit faster paced, though."

Oh. Well, okay then.

"Yeah, I suppose it could. But, I think it's better this way, since you get to enjoy the buildup more - and the subtlties are nice."

"Mmm, you might be right. I'll have to pay more attention and see."

Sam squeezed and stroked, carefulling pumping Danny. There was no one else in the room at the moment, but he could hear Jake and his dad in the next room, and Ronnie talking to someone down the hall - they wouldn't want to get too carried away.

Danny made a little "Humphh" sound when Sam rubbed his thumb over his slit, spreading the precum around. He pressed his thigh harder against Sam's, whether to stop or encourage him, Sam wasn't sure. He stopped, just in case Danny had changed his mind.

"I'm getting kinda bored of this move, honestly. Wanna go do something else?"

Sam grinned, trying to appear happy but not too happy - he was pretty sure he failed at that, but Josh only gave him a slightly weird look in passing, used to his little brother's eccentricities that near matched his own.

"Yeah, me too. Why don't I show you that new album I got - I know you said it didn't seem like your style but I really think you'll like it."

"Okay," Danny nodded, standing up and keeping the blanket with him, haphazardly folded over his arm in front of his crotch. "I'll try it out. I have a feeling I'll really like it, actually, I'm more open to new experiences now than when you first suggested it."

Sam stood up, too, subtly removing his hand from Danny's front and wrapping his arm around his waist. He guided them over to the stairs and up to his room, turning to lock the door behind them as soon as they both entered.

Danny had dropped the blanket on the floor, and was standing there, staring at Sam, with his pants still hanging open and his hard cock jutting out.

Sam was fucking ecstatic- this was a way better reaction than he'd thought he'd get, but man did that plan pay off. He nearly sprinted over to his record player, picking up a new (ly purchased, but really old) album and putting it on. He didn't know who had heard their conversation, but he wanted to make it seem like they really were just listening to music.

And, the smooth Jazz also helped to sound out the quiet sounds of Sam's hand stroking Danny and their mouths meeting in a passionate French kiss.

Danny broke away, resting his forehead against Sam's and snorting. "Nice music choice, really sets the mood."

Sam shrugged, blushing a bit. "I wasnt necessarily going for this, I just grabbed a record from my stack of new ones."

In truth, he felt like it set a perfect mood, but he didn't wanna say that. This was all cool and fun - making out with his best friend and giving him a hand job, totally normal! - but to try and be romantic? Sam didn't know how far Danny wanted to take this, or if he was just curious about getting off with a guy for a change.

"I like it," Danny whispered, going back in for another kiss.

He tangled their tongues again, but it was slower - more exploratory now that they had gotten the frantic 'Oh my god come here I need to taste you' first kiss out of the way. Danny cupped one hand around the back of Sam's neck, holding him close while he took control of the kiss. Sam let him, of fucking course.

Danny's other hand, Sam realized, was following much the same journey his had earlier - from his thigh, up to tickle the insides, then to squeeze at Sam's own erection trapped in his skinny jeans.

He hadn't expected this - or, at least, had tried not to get his hopes up. Sam would have been satisfied with the one experience of getting Danny to cum, he really would have, but he desired a whole lot more.

Apparently, Danny was going to reciprocate and give that to him. Sam's jeans were undone and he was taken out - no underwear, of course - taken into the warm expanse of Danny's strong hands.

Sam moaned, luckily drowned put by a blast of saxophone from the record player, and bucked his hips against Danny. His best friend smiled against his mouth, stroking Sam in the same rhythm he was being worked.

Their cocks lined up, hands brushing eachother on each upstroke and sticky heads poking against each other's happy trails. Sam looked down at them, couldn't tear his eyes away; this was a bajillion times more interesting than whatever movie they had been watching.

It seemed like the next logical thing to do was to do this together, all the way, when they were so close. So, Sam opened his hand and grabbed his own cock, jerking him and Danny together.

His bestie groaned, biting at his shoulder. He grabbed them, too, making a tunnel out of their hands which they could fuck.

"Oh, oh my god," Sam panted, pumping his hips into their hands and feeling the friction of Danny's soft skin and hard calluses working all around him.

Danny moaned in agreement, moving faster. He moved his other hand from Sam's neck to the small of his back, holding his body while he shuddered and bucked against him.

Sam felt it - that rush of hot, sticky, stringy goo spurting forth from Danny, coating their tunnel and lubricating the almost-too-much friction they had going. He ground his hips in little circles, shoving his face into Danny's neck and breathing in his scent - and them he came, too.

Holy fucking shit. They just had sex! Sam was grinning so hard his face hurt, and, better yet, Danny was wearing the same expression.

They laughed against each other, filled with endorphins and exhaustion all at once. Sam removed his hand, too sensitive now, and Danny did the same.

He looked down, studying the semen that covered his palm and wrist. "That's hot. That was so fucking hot, man..."

Danny nodded, grabbing at Sam's hand and bringing it up to his mouth, tentatively licking it.

"This hotter?"

Sam sighed, watching Danny take another taste. "Maybe. I dunno, all of that was sexy as fuck. You're sexy, shit. I wasn't sure you wouldn't sock me for trying that."

Danny hummed, running his tongue up and down Sam's sticky wrist. "I was definitely startled, but it was weird: like, I knew what you were doing and I knew that should of freaked me out but it didn't. I was just super excited to be doing something so... dirty."

"Ooh, Daniel, such a bad boy," Sam teased.

Danny smiled and shook his head, leaning in to kiss Sam again. Sam moaned when he tasted himself - Danny - themselves, both of them - in his mouth. It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted, sensory speaking, but the knowledge that he and Danny were sharing their cum in a kiss .. dead, he had died and gone to heaven.

"Fuck, okay can we have movie night like every night?" Danny asked, searching Sam's eyes for the answer to the real question.

"Yeah, every night. Anytime, all day, I don't care, just wanna do that again."

Danny grinned, kissing Sam's throat and running his hand down Sam's abdomen on the racetrack to round two.

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