Okayyyyy @danielashdotcom this is for you, my sweet friend and rp buddy ❤️ I’ve never written a fanfiction before and it’s absolutely shocking probably, but I wanted to do something for your birthday. You’re such a sweet guy and you’ve been there when I’ve needed you. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you and wonder how you are. Life can be pretty shitty for you, I know, and I hope you know that I’m always here to listen and try to help best I can ❤️ I’m sorry if you don’t like it I just wanted to make you something ❤️
Also! They’re meant to be around twenty in this
Start
Peters pov.
I sat among the luscious blades of green grass, bathing in the sun and feeling it’s warm, engulfing kisses all over my body. I gently plucked a daisy that stood bold amongst the large scape of green grass, it’s pretty white petals a stark contrasts against the yellow of the small bud in the middle. Such a beautiful world that we live in…
My musing was interrupted by the loud obnoxious ‘hey’. Ahh what a familiar voice it is.
“Hey, Danny,” I said, aiming to keep my voice level and calm rather than show any form of excitement. I wouldn’t want my friend thinking I’m some kind of fairy.
“Tsk tsk,” he tuts, looking down at me and feigning disappointment, “is that all I get as a greeting now days?”
“Why do you want a big kiss on the cheek or something,” I teased, now turning to look up at him, “or what about a kiss on the lips? Come on! Come get a big wet kiss! The kind your mum gives you! Come on! Come give your old friend a big old smacker of a kiss!”
“I wouldn’t kiss you even if I was paid” Danny said, apparently repulsed at the idea of kissing me.
Danny nestled down on the grass besides me. A calm silence fell over us. But, it didn’t feel awkward at all, as it rarely ever does with Danny, it was nice. Staring out at the field beyond us and at the trees which grew up from the ground like bold mountains.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss Danny. Wet with his spit, his lips were plump and cherry in colour. Pretty. He was unlike anyone else I’d ever looked at. He was almost… otherworldly in a way. His eyes deep like the galaxy and his mischievous glint that sometimes passed over his hazel eyes always brought to mind the twinkle of a star. His hands are strong and big, they’d probably feel quite nice cupping my cheek. His cheekbones are good too. Defined, almost as if they’d be chiseled or sculptured by the gods. I almost wanted to reach out and feel his face. Feel if it was as soft as it looked.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, Pete,” Danny said quietly. He was looking at me and with the sun reflecting onto his beautiful skin, he look ethereal and godly. Oh god. I felt my cheeks go a dark shade of red and my ears felt hot and oh god…
I hurriedly said, “What so you can wank to it?” My tone was way off. Shrill rather than bold and teasing like it was supposed to be. Oh shit.
“Mhmm i thought maybe you’d want to,” Danny laughed, with an odd sincerity to it.
“Fuck that, I’d rather die than wank to a fag like you.”
“Suit yourself,” Danny muttered, turning back to the scene in front of him.
The sun was setting now, it’s warm embrace dying on my skin and skulking off into the beyond. The silence felt odd. Not as calm and undemanding as it had been. I do wonder why the thought had ever even crossed over my mind. Why would I ever want to kiss him? He’s not even particularly my type.
“Augh, I forgot,” Danny announced, my eyes darting to him and watching as he produced a bag from his pocket leaning, it in the grass besides him, now out of my view, i began to panic, praying it wasn’t some kind of drug, I’m not ready to die yet, “here.”
I observed the item he was handing me… a joint. Danny fucking Gaston Ash, handing me a joint. I reluctantly plucked it out of his hands. Slipping it between my lips. Danny watched, carefully.
“Gimmie a light then, dummie”
Danny huffed and dug around in his leather jackets pockets, before proudly producing his lighter.
I leaned in close to him and put my hand up, shielding the joint from the gentle breeze. Danny flicked his lighter and lit it up.
I inhaled sharply, wondering what it would taste like.
“Woah, wait you’ve got to-“ I interrupted him by coughing harshly, crippling next to him and choking dramatically, “you gotta give it time to heat up, Pete. Bet it tastes real gross, huh?”
“Gross? More like your mums arse! This stuff is shoddy!” I exclaimed, handing him the putrid joint.
“That’s because you didn’t smoke it properly. You’re meant to let the stuff warm up before inhaling, obviously.”
“How was I supposed to know that, mr expert in smoking joints,” I asked, dramatically clutching my hand to my neck and letting out one final cough before lifting myself up from bedsides Danny and propping myself up.
“I kinda expected you’d already smoked weed. Didn’t realize you still needed a babysitter, pete,” Danny laughed, his voice light and teasing, a certain fondness in the way he said it that he only ever uses when talking to me.
I watched as Danny raised the joint to his cherry lips, inhaling, pulling the joint away and blowing it out through his slightly parted lips, his eyes trained on the the sky.
“Here, tell you what, you want me to help you smoke it,” Danny asked.
I laughed, “Are you kidding me?” Knowing Danny wasn’t serious.
“No. I’m serious,” Danny said, his voice even and flat, no playful ring to it, “Do you want me to help you?”
I was completely taken aback. Help? How the fuck do you help someone smoke a joint?
“Yeah,” I nodded, unsure and my voice coming out as meek and wobbly.
Danny shuffled around for a minute, and then I could feel him. He was pressed firmly up against my back. I could feel his breath rise and fall, I could even feel his… I brought myself back from that thought and pushed it away. My ears burned and my cheeks flushed. Then before I knew it Danny was holding the joint out to me, his middle and index finger grasping it firmly in place. Then his chin was on my shoulder and oh so suddenly I could feel his hot breath against my ear. Fuck.
“Open up,” Danny commanded, his voice had dropped low now.
I tentatively parted my lips, allowing for the joint to slip slightly into my mouth.
“Well done, now inhale, it tastes better than last time, I promise,” he purred into my ear.
I complied, unable to resist the temptingness of his tone. It tasted… better than before, I supposed. But, in truth I was barely registering anything other than what I could begin to feel against my back. A prominent bulge was now pressed firmly against me. Danny was absolutely getting an erection. Oh god. He carefully slipped the joint back out of my lips.
“Good. Now exhale, go on then, do it slowly though, okay,” Danny whispered into my ear, his breath hot and his voice so close and I could barely think.
So, I exhaled, slowly and I know that we both watched as the smoke left my lips and filled the space in front of us, trailing off upwards into the night, we both scrutinized the smoke as it eventually faded and diminished into the sky.
“Good boy,” Danny muttered, his voice almost a whisper, low and deep.
A silence fell between once more, this time it was thick with tension, I could barely breath. Still acutely aware of the firm erection that was pressed onto my back. I lent my head backwards and peered at him. His expression was soft and gentle, almost reminding me of the time when we first exchanged a good long stare.
It’d been oh so many years ago now, back when we were in school. Danny had been sat at his desk, bored and nonchalant, half listening, but far more intent on ripping the skin away from around his fingernails. I had been watching him for awhile, I felt such a deep connection with him. I was, completely and utterly, in love. Not in a sexual way or anything but I loved him. Something about how… weird he was, completely inthralled me. I knew he was important. I knew he meant something to me, I just knew it. He was my other half. The moon to my stars, the smoke to my cigarette and the blade to my knife. He lifted his head and caught my eye. I was in some trance and I simply couldn’t pull my eyes away. So we stared. He scrutinized me and I suppose saw all my faults and all my flaws and I stared at him and saw all his impurities and imperfections. But his gaze was sweet and kind, unassuming. Basking in his beauty and oddness. Intoxicated on his gaze, I smiled at him. His eyes shot down to my lips and he eventually quirked his lips into a small smile. And that was that. That was the spark to our blazing fire.
I snapped back into reality when I felt Danny lean in. His eyes gazing into mine. As he brought his lips close to mine, his eyes slid shut. Following his lead I closed my eyes and closed the space. It was odd and awkward due to my unusual angle. But, that made it none the less special. It was hot and tentative. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that what we were doing was right. I could taste him on my lips, his breath was a mixture of cheap cigarettes and also faintly tasted of weed. It was perfect. Sloppy and tentative. Stars collided and galaxies exploded. I carefully brought my hand up to his jaw, cupping it slightly. I felt him tense and untense against me. Its a completely odd and new feeling for us both, everything dome with caution and fear of ruining the moment or hurting the other. I began to gently caress his cheek, feeling his soft skin underneath the pad of my thumb. He wraped his arms around me and pulled me gently into a better, more accessible position. I find myself straddling his lap, his erection firm against me. He brought his thumb and index finger up onto my chin, raising my face up ever so slightly to meet his chasing lips better. It was so erotic to feel his salvia on my lips wetting my own. Eventually he pulled away, I felt the warmth his lips had brought me, immediately dissolve. His eyes scanned mine, searching for something, searching for some kind of anger from me, I suppose he expected me to lash out, throw some insults and call him a fag. To erase the worry’s from his pretty head I gently pecked his lips, quick and fleeting, far less romantic than the last kiss we shared, but it showed I wasn’t angry and that’s all he needed, for his eyes immediately lit up, sparkles as pretty as stars began to shine in his hazel eyes. I gently pushed him down onto the grass and let myself fall carefully besides him.
Now laying on our backs facing the deep nights sky, looking at the constellations that aligned above us.
“Hey look, Pete, that’s Orion,” Danny whispered. Raising his hand and carefully tracing the pattern into the sky for me.
“I’ve always liked Orion, he is a funny looking bloke though isn’t he,” I replied.
“Guess so,” Danny laughed.
I carefully, slipped my hand into Danny’s warm palm and interlaced our fingers. Turning back to Danny once more,
“I love you, Danny. You mirror all my faults and flaws, you’re special. We are special. We’ll go and do great things. We’ll start a band! We’ll get fans and people will love us! We can be worshipped,” I whispered, as my thoughts had gone to stardom, my voice had raised slightly, obviously expressing my excitement.
Daniel took a long drag from the joint, which I had long since forgotten about, filling the air with smoke.
“Yeah, maybe, Pete, maybe,” Danny muttered, “but, you gotta promise me that we’ll stay close. Forever now. And as you say, we have something special. I can’t lose you, Pete, you mean a lot to me.”
It was oddly sincere. No trace of humor in his voice, he was dead serious.
“Christ, Danny, you won’t lose me, i swear. We’ll be together no matter what happens now! We’ve shared so many special moments. I promise, we’ll stay close,” I muttered, trying to match his sincerity best I could.
“Okay. That’s all I need to hear,” Danny breathed. Snubbing out the joint into the dirt beneath the grass.
I turned over onto my side and edged my way closer to him until our body’s were pressed flush against each other’s. I kissed his cheek gently, savoring his softness, before nuzzling my nose into his side. Closing my eyes. Danny rolled over and wrapped his arms around me, embracing me into a sweet warm hug. I could feel his heartbeat against my ear and I could feel his breath rise and fall against my body. Basking in his warmth, exhausted from the evening’s activities, i nuzzled closer to him and breathed out a content sigh.
“I love you Danny.”
“I love you too pete, more than you’ll ever know.”
END
