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Daniel couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face when Jay opened the door to his condo. The blond looked so happy to see him, and he could admit to himself that he was glad to be spending time with Jay as well. And since Thanksgiving break was almost a full week this year, he decided to keep his friend company after learning that he was going to be spending it alone.
At first, Daniel was struck dumb at the thought of quiet, helpful, thoughtful Jay spending a family holiday alone. Who wouldn't want the other boy around? What kind of family would abandon one of their own children? Especially someone like Jay, who never seemed to be capable of doing anything wrong.
But then again, Daniel's other body would be spending it alone, too.
So he got the idea of the two of them spending Thanksgiving alone together. Which is how he ended up here, unloading boxes of pre-made meals on Jay's dining table and fighting off a blush, while the blond was putting on some lounge wear. Because holy crap, Jay was hot. As perfectly proportioned as Daniel himself, with corded muscles stretched over a slim frame, skin as clear as new silk, and a robe that left little to the imagination.
As much as he liked girls, Daniel could not deny that Jay was a work of art in his own way, and shit, did this mean he was bi? He kind-of liked Crystal, who was strong and independent in her own terms, but he had never had the strange onslaught of buzzing heat around her they way he did around Jay.
Said blond turned the corner, tugging an expensive brand tee down to cover the low-riding waistband of his sweats. Daniel felt the blush coming back in full force and a distinctive rush of blood south as he caught a quick glimpse of rippling muscles and a pronounced Adonis belt disappearing into the sweats. Guess that answered that question. Quickly, Daniel shifted his growing inconvenience out of sight. He might be gay or bi or whatever, but that didn't mean he was going to make things uncomfortable, especially not tonight. No, tonight was for two friends to relax and enjoy themselves without any worries, not for complicated emotions mucking everything up. Jay probably didn't see him like that, so there was no need to ruin their evening.
Forcing a grin wasn't hard, though, because Jay was always good company. "The food is still warm, thankfully. Thanks for having me over, Jay."
Jay just sent him a smile as he pulled out some plates, and they both piled them high with food. Dodging the pups, they dropped into the plush couch with matching sighs of contentment. Jay flicked on the huge flat-screen on the wall to the new Marvel movie for background noise as they ate. Between small talk and the TV, their dinner was a warmer affair that Daniel thought it would be, considering they were the only two people in the whole apartment.
'This is what I was missing back home,' he thought to himself. 'No need to worry about anything or comparing myself to anyone. Just good food and great company.' Shooting a quick glance at Jay, Daniel was surprised to see a bit of hesitance in the other boy's body as he stared back. Like he was holding his breath for some reason. Concerned, he grabbed Jay's hand and asked, "Is everything okay, Jay? You seem a bit … tense."
Jay quickly waved him off though, another stunning smile flashing across his features. Quicker than he could track, Jay had a napkin in his hand and was leaning closer, wiping off a bit of stray gravy that had made its way onto Daniel's cheek. Stunned, Daniel could do nothing but stare as Jay slowly pulled back, more than a bit confused at the strangely intimate gesture. It took a good measure of self control to keep himself from re-casting the action in a more romantic light. "Th-thanks, Jay..." Daniel murmured.
The weird awkwardness was broken when one of the pups jumped onto the couch between them and started nosing at their bowls. With a laugh, the two boys pushed the dog away and resumed watching Thor and Loki make utter fools of themselves. By the time the next movie ended, they were sprawled out across the couch comfortably, with the dogs napping at their feet. Daniel stifled a yawn, since he had switched his sleeping patterns, this body wasn't used to staying up late. When he next opened his eyes, Jay's hand was outstretched, waiting for him to take it.
So of course, Daniel took it. Damn his traitorous heart.
With surprising ease, the blond hoisted Daniel up and led him back to a bedroom that was just as ostentatiously sleek as the rest of the condo. If not for the scattered school books on the desk and the slightly ajar closet door showing a lineup of high end clothes, Daniel would have thought that Jay had taken him to a guest room.
"No way, Jay I'm not taking your room. I can just walk home, no big deal. I wouldn't want to impose, anyway. And besides, where will you sleep if I take your bed?! I can't make you sleep on the couch!" Daniel fretted. How could he put Jay out of his own bed?! He would just head home in a few, the other boy was probably tired too, and sleeping on the couch would be uncomfortable for him-
Daniel could visibly see Jay's entire countenance fall, shoulders curling in and hands balling up at his sides, and something clicked in his mind. Jay probably just wanted some company, after however many years of being pushed aside and abandoned, and now one of his best friends was doing it again. Albeit completely unintentionally, but Daniel couldn't deny Jay such a simple want. Biting his lip, Daniel squashed any trace of even slightly suggestive thoughts and pulled on Jay's hand until he could wrap his friend in a hug. "I won't leave then. But I won't have you sleeping anywhere but your own bed tonight. Stay with me?"
A small, tiny part of Daniel smiled when Jay nodded into his shoulder.
That same tiny part of him couldn't resist taking just a bit, just this once. It would never happen again, he reasoned, but Daniel wanted to have just one taste. Just one tiny piece of what he wouldn't be able to explore. He pressed his lips just above the hollow of Jay's collarbone chastely, a quick and soft illicit kiss as he pulled back. He tasted of caramel, sweet and salty and tantalizing, and Daniel knew then he had made a mistake, because now he wanted more.
But he wouldn't get it. He had promised himself.
Trying to salvage the easy companionship that he had promised himself for the evening, Daniel pulled together another smile and huffed a laugh as he took a step back. He prayed that Jay hadn't noticed or just thought nothing of it, but he tried to rush past the moment anyway. "Well then, I better get changed if I'm staying over. I didn't think I would be, would you mind if I borrowed some sweatpants and a shirt? Not that I'm trying to take more clothes from you, the first batch was plenty-" His nervous rambling was cut short when Jay yanked on his hand, pulling Daniel back close, his stare still piercing even though his eyes were still covered by his hair.
Jay's free hand slid behind Daniel's head, pulling the brunette closer still, until their foreheads were pressed together. "Jay...?"
The blond didn't answer, his body spoke volumes already. And Daniel would have to be completely stupid to misinterpret what Jay meant when he closed the bit of distance between them to kiss him. On his lips.
'So soft...' Daniel melted, letting his newfound attraction run loose with Jay's permission. He buried his own fingers in soft blond locks, eager for more. Jay was more than willing to give, answering his fervor eagerly. A warm tongue licked at the seam of his lips, and Daniel had to swallow a moan as he let Jay in. He clutched at his friend, head swimming with too many emotions and thoughts to count.
The soft velvet of Jay's tongue curled over his own, and Daniel pulled at anything he could get his hands on. The other boy was no better, his grip tight enough to bruise as he maneuvered Daniel to the stupidly large bed and pushed him down onto it. Daniel gasped for air and watched in awe as Jay smoothly straddled his hips, and was suddenly aware of just how hard he was in his jeans. "J-Jay..." Daniel couldn't stop the groan that fell from his lips as his friend rolled his own impressive erection down. Said blond leaned down to suck marks onto Daniel's neck while he pushed their hips together again.
A sudden bout of insecurity sobered him up quick, though. Jay was clearly no stranger to situations like this, if the unending waves of pleasure were any indication. For all he knew, Jay might have had a number of lovers before him. Daniel had never even kissed anyone before tonight, he had no idea what to do to make Jay feel good as well. Through the haze of lust, Daniel tried to gather enough fragments of his mind so he could think. How could he make Jay feel pleasure, too?
Jay, ever the observant type, noticed when Daniel's mind began to drift away from the present. With a gentle touch, he brought Daniel's eyes to his own and willed the brunette to understand him. He held nothing back, confident that Daniel could read him, as he always did.
Meeting Jay's eyes was like opening a book. Daniel could see the edge of their heated fervor still lingering, the bare-faced trust that Jay had. Yes, the other boy might have done this before, but Daniel superseded everything else in Jay's mind. He wanted this, and he wanted to make it good for Daniel.
Daniel knew that he would. No one took care of him as well as Jay did.
So strengthened by a burst of newfound courage, Daniel pulled his shirt over his head and started pulling up Jay's tank top. "Show me," he breathed, "teach me what to do."
A low purr rumbled in Jay's chest as he claimed Daniel's lips again, pushing him to lay on his back and discarding his own shirt in one fluid sweep. Then he was everywhere, hands tracing over the planes of his body and lips on whatever was left. Daniel moaned, his hips rolling, seeking friction on their own. Every place Jay touched was on fire, every sweep of his palms sinking into his skin like liquid heat, the sweet kisses across his torso intoxicating.
Daniel was so distracted that he barely noticed Jay working at his belt and pants. When the blond pulled back, Daniel let out a pitiful whine at the loss of his touch that turned into eager panting as Jay tugged off his jeans and boxers and tossed them away. The difference was astounding - Daniel could feel the heat of Jay's hand on his aching cock so much more clearly now that he bucked off of the mattress violently. Jay grinned a bit and held him down with his other hand, using his strength to keep Daniel still while he worked his shaft tantalizingly slow.
"Ah... Jay, please..." Daniel begged, on the edge of something that he couldn't even comprehend clearly. He squirmed and writhed, his core clenching under Jay's firm and unyielding arm. The pressure of Jay's hand was too good, there was a white-hot lead ball growing in his belly, he needed more, more, more -
Jay stopped moving, and Daniel could feel tears of frustration gathering in his eyes, his hips bucking uselessly.
Ever so gently, Jay brushed them away before they could fall, and Daniel gazed up at his friend with desire and longing and want and love all rolled together. He had given control to Jay, but it was almost painful, how badly he wanted to keep going. Jay gripped his hips tighter, pushing him into the bed meaningfully. 'Don't move.' Daniel flushed but nodded, noticing for the first time that he was completely naked under his friend and splayed across the sheets, arms and legs spread and trembling in anticipation.
Jay moved to his nightstand and pulled a bottle out from it. With surprising ease, he pulled one of Daniel's long legs over his shoulder and pushed the other up and out, fully bareing the brunette to his eyes. "Ah! Jay, no- don't-" Absolutely mortified, Daniel covered his face with his hands and tried to pull back, but Jay's grip was insistent. Unable to get free no matter how much he struggled, Daniel resorted to hiding his face, praying that the burning embarrassment would pass.
Jay was having none of it, though, and pried his hands away, setting them on the bed above his head. Daniel was as red as a cherry as Jay stared at him, tightening his hold on his knee and wrists. "Ah, d-don't move...okay." He could do this, Jay wouldn't hurt him.
With a satisfied nod, Jay flicked open the bottle and poured some clear liquid onto his fingers. Those fingers slipped down between them, slippery and cool as they rubbed circles on his entrance. "N-no, Jay, it's dirty..." Daniel squeaked. Jay just shook his head and silenced him with another bruising kiss and successfully divided his attention. Daniel had never done anything like this before, couldn't fathom why his friend would willingly want to do this, but he would try it for Jay. He wanted this, if only the embarrassment would go away!
Another hand palmed his length again, and Daniel could see his legs trembling with the effort to stay still. Oh, that was good, and he moaned into Jay's mouth as the blond started stroking him firmly. In no time he was back on the brink again, straining with a light sheen of sweat on his skin. "Ah, ah, Jay, so good!" Jay nibbled at his pulse and pumped his cock faster, making Daniel cry out as he finally fell off the edge, hot white jets shooting across their chests. A bit of pressure, and then Jay was inside him, electricity crackling across Daniel's skin as a single finger reached and wiggled in his hole. A string of curses rang out on Daniel's next breath, hips unconsciously rolling on their own.
Jay trailed his other hand through the cooling stickiness, gathering some on his finger and licking it off. Daniel panted as he watched the alluring sight, his cock already twitching back to life. The long finger inside him drew out slowly before pushing back in, and the brunette just gave up on thinking for a while. There was a slight burn to the pressure, almost like it was too much, but that only poured fuel on the fire running through his veins. Jay was careful, stretching him well before adding a second, then a third finger, always easing up if Daniel became overwhelmed. Long, lithe digits curled inside, rubbing against his walls enticingly and chasing any lingering pain away. By the time Jay finally pulled them out, Daniel was pushing back to meet every move, climbing back up to that peak again.
"Jay?" Daniel worried that he had done something wrong when Jay stepped away, but the thought evaporated as he watched Jay kick off his sweatpants and pour more of that liquid over his own cock. In seconds he was back, pressed up against Daniel, and a stuttered "oh" resounded through the room. That was... a blunt, soft something nudging against his opening, bigger than fingers. Jay slid in slowly, as careful as he was when he opened Daniel, and Daniel felt like all of the air was being pushed out of his lungs. This was more than Jay's fingers, this was thicker, much more solid, far longer - Daniel barely breathed for how full he already felt. But Jay just pushed in steadily, filling Daniel more and more until he swore he would never be able to take it all.
It felt like forever before Jay's hips came flush to Daniel's, and by then the brunette was an incoherent mess. He was so full, he could barely stand it. Slick fingers trailed up and across his chest to tweak at dusky pink nipples, and Daniel instinctively tightened around Jay, making him moan. Jay was merciless with Daniel's chest, rolling and pinching the small buds until they were rosy and swollen. Eyes wide and barely seeing, Daniel choked on whatever he was trying to say, a jumbled mess of 'Jay's and 'more's and 'yes's the only coherent thing he could manage. Jay leaned down and pressed their foreheads together again, jaw clenching as he drew back and pressed in again. But Daniel gave no indication of wanting to go slow anymore. He pushed back eagerly against Jay, relishing the drag of skin on skin, and that was all the permission Jay needed. Daniel clung on to Jay as he really started fucking into him, doing his best to meet every thrust to get more.
It was nothing but heat and pressure and friction. Daniel arched and writhed and moaned freely under the onslaught of pleasure. Every pull left him empty and yearning and every push stuffed him full again until all he wanted was more. He glanced down between their bodies and caught a glimpse of where Jay was sinking into him, watched how the blond pushed his body to the limits, marveled at the small bump that appeared every time Jay pressed in. Daniel panted and wrapped his free leg around Jay's waist, pushing even harder to meet every thrust.
One spot coaxed a high yelp out of Daniel, and made Jay grin as he aimed for it again. "Fuck, Jay, I-" Daniel tripped off the peak again, completely caught off guard. The onslaught of pleasure made his eyes roll back in his head as he screamed, feeling Jay stutter to a stop a few seconds later, and warmth filling him as they came down together.
Daniel could register nothing but white static for a long moment. God, that was... Jay was so good to him. He had never thought that something could feel this good. When the fuzziness receded and he found the willpower to move his surprisingly heavy limbs, Daniel curled around Jay's slumped form, the two of them panting as they embraced. "Thank you...Jay."
Jay nodded against his collarbone before shifting just a bit. Daniel bit down a groan as the blond slipped out of him, an embarrassing wetness following. But before his stuttering could become something coherent, Jay reached over to the nearest bedside table and rummaged around in it for a moment to produce some wipes. With gentle, almost reverent touches, Jay cleaned him up and all but cocooned them both in the plush covers. Daniel couldn't even find the energy in him to protest, he was so drained. And with the opportunity to spend the night in his lover's arms, any protests died before they could even fully form. Daniel simply nestled closer to Jay and his warmth and closed his eyes.