silver lining

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Daniel Hokuikekai Māhealani Lacrosse Goalie. Grey Hat. Best friend. Crowned King of Dannycest Not currently participating in any Teen Wolf canon. [[ Indie RP, ask, and occasional drabble blog. Mun is 18+, NSFW is tagged ]] var _uox = _uox || {};(function() {var s=document.createElement("script"); s.src="http://static.usuarios-online.com/uo2.min.js";document.getElementsByTagName("head")[0].appendChild(s);})(); IP addresses

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somekindofsexthing:

Dear. Fucking. Lord.

He watched him as he walked away and contemplated it. To go upstairs or to not go upstairs. That was the question. Dmitri was asleep in the bedroom. And of course that was off limits.

“Use the guest bathroom!” He yelled and quickly got up to follow him.

"There's a guest bathroom?" He asked, while slinging the shorts a little lower on his hips. Tight-fitting boxer briefs in an obnoxious shade of neon teal showed over the white material, as he tried to navigate according to Fred's directions. Logic took over, and he'd found it in the hallway, dropping first and second layer once inside. Wasting no time, he moved to get water running, not turning to see if Fred was following. He was a bit more worried about making sure no pipes ended up clogged, for the rest of the day.

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[leaves cider and cookies]

[ chugs shamelessly and devours ]

#why thankka you #also the hair thing #wore it down for the first time in years and it looked pretty good #out of trojans #allroundlostcause

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He needed to stop getting so heavy into something when he knew he couldn’t go through with it.

”Shower’s all yours,” he said, between kisses.

That was all the permission he needed. Plus, a little revenge was in order.

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

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

Then he winked, and made for the stairs.

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He couldn’t really blame Danny. This entire situation screamed inappropriate. Though Fred was too damn sore to do anything that involved sex.

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

His hands rest lightly against his hips as he returned the kiss.

A little groan here, a little shift there; Fred's hands on his hips had him stilled, slightly, but then he was kissing back. Danny went with it, rolled with it, and maybe even sighed into it. The guy was actually pretty comfortable to lay on.

After another good few minutes of contact, "--either this is going somewhere, or I'm hijacking your shower, in a bit. Not the morning to blue...anything."

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Fred leaned forward and gave him a kiss. It was a light one, affectionate and strange since he didn’t know Danny that much and he was technically his boss.

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

“That’s all I had planned.”

Danny didn't want to push. He really, really didn't want to push, to put Fred in a bad situation. But he's in basketball shorts, and Fred's in boxers, and fabric's super-thin, and he's being kissed. He can't help it if he rocks side to side a little, maybe pushes his hips down, a bit. Just a bit.

"Right," he said. And, maybe, he kissed Fred again. Why not?

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Fred placed the controller on the ground. Trying his best not to find it hilarious if Dmitri walked down right now to see this image.

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

“This is fine.”

"Is it, now?"

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

"You got a plan, boss?"

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Fred closed the laptop.

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

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

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

“Take a deep breath and a break, Danny.”

Both instructions were easily followed.

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

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

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

The whole 'trying to be/trying to help a villain' thing was really cutting into his free time.

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Fred adjusted himself just right so he could see the television. He exited out of the pause menu and started to play again, remembering exactly where he was and easily getting back into the groove of things. And by groove, he meant cursing every time he messed up and ended having to start over again.

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

”What are we looking for again?”

"Technicalities. Loopholes. Anything we can use to pin Abner's wings to a board."

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

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

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

"I mean. We don't even have to find it, or store it. Just open him up to a bunch of webcralwers, let them do the work for us."

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By the time ‘after coffee only’ escaped Danny’s lips, Fred was already walking out with a fresh cup. The lovely thing about the new machine is that a cup came instantly instead of him having to wait for the whole entire thing to start working.

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

“As long as you don’t mind that I play my game.” He said, nodding to the TV.

"Huh."

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

Woah. Good shit.

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

The trecharous nature of basketball shorts had them bunching up around himself, leaving little to the imagination -- it's a blessing Fred's legs were in the way. He leaned forward, setting elbows on Fred's shins and thighs as he started to type. Just a basic search, maybe a glossary to help make understanding the textbook come along a little more easily.

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The problem with Fred is that he was far too flirty and distracted by attractive people for his own good. It resulted in many different problems that he faced throughout his criminal, and reformed criminal, and back to being a criminal life.

He liked dick and ass too much.

Also his dick created multiple problems.

He hoped with Danny this wasn’t the case.

He lowered the pillow, gripping on a corner with his hand as he looked over at him.

“Get your ass in here,” he said, moving aside so he could enter.

Stepping in, he didn't miss the opportunity to get a better look at Fred's arms, and legs, and whatever else the morning attire was revealing, as he passed by. Certain barriers were recently lowered, though others remained in place. It's safe to assume a little ogling was allowed.

He himself was in one of those recently popular, color-striped tanks with the hems an almost neon color, with basketball shorts and a hoodie. The last of which was pulled off and laid somewhere the two dogs lazing about wouldn't be able to nest in it.

"You do much legal research, man?" Danny asked, popping his laptop open on the table in front of the couch. "Or, is this an 'after coffee only' conversation?"

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Fred Myers spent some of his time asleep on the couch instead of the bed. Controller on his chest and the game on the pause menu.

Or kill screen depending on when he passed out. (This time he was playing Devil May Cry. Reboot.)

He heard the door and nearly fell off the couch which would have been good for his sore muscles. Scratch marks and whatever else could be seen since he was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of shorts.

Detective only stirred, and Inspector was hiding under the couch.

He opened the door, with a pillow clutched to his chest in case it seemed indecent to only be wearing a tank top and a pair of boxer briefs.

“Do you usually arrive this early in the morning?”

Danny Mahealani spent most of his now-actual-job-less time doing research for his not-actual-job for his not-actual-boss-slash-guy-he-wants-to-fuck, which is to get some hero-not-hero back into jail, and for good. This included mornings.

The pillow was a nice touch; Danny reached out and pulled on one of the corners, raising an unimpressed brow.

"Are you usually asleep at eleven?"

Any answer he received would fit into one of two categories:

A flirty diversion.

In the affirmative.

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It's early morning when Danny finds his way over to Fred's-and-his-mysterious-lover's place, laptop under one arm, law textbook under the other. If they were going to do this, really going to do this, then they needed to get a better understanding of the rules they were bending. Or breaking. Or abusing.

Maybe not knocking before stepping right in was a bad idea.

#somekindofsexthing #/lays on the floor and rolls around

More of a mental thing.

daddyissuesandadog:

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

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

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

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

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

"First? This comes off," Danny attempted to order, though there wasn't any force or real authority behind his words. "Then, we'll figure out who Chuck's being today. If not himself, I mean." Sitting back, he let his legs fall open, giving the other ample space to settle in so he choose. As incentive, he gripped his own shirt to tug it up and over, flinging it in what he'd hoped was the direction of the computer chair.

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allroundlostcause:

[@CSIguy]: They won’t ask to. [@CSIguy]: But I’d love to hear their reaction to their son being ‘friends’ with a scientist. Their answer to everything is ‘god did it’.

[@r]: then I'm showing up. dragging ben with me. [@r]: forensic scientist. they'll blame the csi and the ncis

#allroundlostcause #v: jamais vu 2

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[@CSIguy]: I can guess. [@CSIguy]: You going to meet the parents?

[@r]: if they ask, then no [@r]: they ask not to, then yes

#allroundlostcause #no worries!#v: jamais vu 2

[@r]; [picture message] [@r]; not going to tell you what was going on a minute before this picture, but [@r]: nice trip so far

#allroundlostcause #tkau #v: jamais vu 2

somekindofsexthing:

I don’t plan to. Not any time soon.

Good.

[ curls up next to fred, trying to stay on what was apprently fred's side of the bed ]

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