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-Danny rolls his eyes as Stiles sends yet another text to their wayward boyfriend. He said he’d be here as soon as he can, Stiles.-

Danny, I have been on break for forty nine hours and you for even longer. We haven’t seen each other for more than a few make out sessions in two weeks. We have been dating for nearly a month and there has been no sex. There has been no sex, Danny.

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-It feels like coming out to his friends and family all over again. He can always tell when somebody’s seen Jesse and Danny do something couply. Because then when Danny touches him or he does, their brows scrunch up in confusion. And that’s mainly what it is, a lot of people being confused. 

He gets the feeling some of them are judging them, too. Lydia had just threatened to cut Danny and Jesse if either of them hurt him. Not gonna lie, Stiles’ feels pretty awesome being Lydia’s number one concern there. Even if it’s not the way he wanted for most of his life. 

He doubts Allison has been able to take her eyes off Seth long enough to notice but Lydia must have told her because when she goes to hug him at the reception, she has this searching look reserving judgment. She looks over his shoulders then back at him and whispers just for him Prove them all wrong. You always do.

Seth, who apparently hadn’t known but heard Allison with his freaky dog ears and put pieces together remarkably fast, grinned from ear to ear and punched Stiles’ in the arm. 

Aww yeah, get it, Stilinski.-

Oh my god. No. Allison, this is what you’ve married. 

-She shrugs and smiles dopily at her husband. And oh my god, Allison is married. Seth is married. To each other. How are they there? Weren’t they just high school kids running from the monster of the week? Actually, yes. Yes, they were. 

Well, congrats. Have good honeymoon s.... -A hand covers his mouth. Looking down reveals it to be Danny’s. Stiles’ licks him. When Danny turns him around, it’s to discover Jesse has somehow stolen not one, but two children. 

Ties! and Who wants one? get shot in their direction at the same time, Jesse bouncing Cat in one arm and Evan in the other. Stiles’ makes grabby hands.-

I’ll take this one. She clearly has good taste. 

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[hackerdanny-blog]

-Nathan already has a table by the time Danny gets to Oteos, and Danny is never going to stop being jealous of how, no matter how much he drinks, Nathan still manages to look good.  It's just unfair.

Danny slides into the seat across from him and gratefully takes a gulp from the water glass waiting there.

It's nice to get to see you once and a while without your boyfriends.

Danny rolls his eyes-

They're not my boyfriends.

-Nathan hums and waits until Danny's picked up his menu before speaking again.

And why is that, exactly?

If anything, Danny's eyeroll is even bigger this time around.-

Because I'm not you.

-He knows Nathan's story.  How he found David and how David did so much to heal the scars he carried around.  But how Nathan was so fucked up he still kept doing things to try to self sabotage, to hurt David and push him away.  And then they stumbled upon Michael.  And somehow everything just...clicked.  And the three of them balanced out in a way none of them in a pair could have alone.  Which is wonderful for them and all, but so not he and Jesse and Stiles.

Please, bitch.  -Nathan pops a piece of bread in his mouth-  Nobody can be me.  That's just too much perfection.

Danny laughs and then the server is there to take their order.  And it's not until their food has arrived and they're in the middle of eating that Nathan starts in again.

I know you're not us.  You don't have to be.  But...listen.  Nathan gets his serious face on and Danny resigns himself to having to be serious and hungover.  I don't think most people can do it.  People get too hung up on being jealous and socialized to think two is the only combination that works.  I get it.  I was there, too.  But you guys...do you even realize how much time you spend together?  If you're not at school, you're either sleeping or with one of them.  Lately, both of them-

And?  We're friends.  Okay?

-Nathan's look is exasperated and just a little patronizing.  Friends.  Right.  Look, I'm doing you a favor here.  You love them.  You know that-

I love a lot of people.

-Fine.  You're in love with them.  Better?

Danny shrugs, conceding the point-

So?  It doesn't matter.

-The only reason it doesn't matter is because you can't choose between the two of them.  So you're just not doing anything.-

No.  It doesn't matter because you know what they did.  I'm not putting myself through that again.  With anyone.

-Okay, yes, they screwed up.  But that was months ago.  And I'm pretty sure you've gotten over it.  I'm not saying you should let people keep hurting you.  If people keep fucking up you gotta walk away.  But look...I screwed up a lot in the beginning with David.  Hell, even when Michael came.  Because I was stupid and scared and still figuring out how to be a person again.  And you know damn well Jesse lied to you because he was scared.  From everything I can see, he's done everything possible to pull himself together and get through that.  So yeah, it's because you can't choose.  You couldn't, could you?

He's right about that.  If Danny had been dating one of the other of them, it wouldn't have even been a question.  It wouldn't have even crossed his mind to look elsewhere.  But he isn't, and that's part of what makes it all so complicated.

He shrugs in response to Nathan, which Nathan obviously takes as agreement.

And can you imagine just walking away and never seeing or being with either one of them again?

That thought is like a physical blow, when he imagines a future void of either one of them-

And that's why we're friends -he insists.

Nope.  That's why you're all stuck living in this weird limbo.  Or rather not living.  Do you have any idea how many people hit on Stiles last night?  And tried to hit on Jesse?  And neither of them came remotely close to taking any of them up on it.  Because they too focused on you.  They can't move on and they can't go back because they're in this limbo with you.  It's not fair.  To any of you.  So if you can't actually cut them loose, you should do something about it.  You know they love you.  And while they might not be in love with each other, you at least know they're attracted to each other.  And whatever happened during your...climbing accident...Nathan looks pointedly at the stump where Danny's finger used to be, a reminder that Nathan has never come close to buying the story Danny had tried to feed him.  made them pretty tight friends.  Relationships are built out of way less than that.  It could work.

Danny sits back and crosses his arms-

Yeah, and it could fail miserably.  They're my best friends, even when you take the other stuff out.  I could lose both of them.  I can't do that.

-True.  It could go horribly wrong.  Or it could go amazingly right.  You're not a coward, Danny.  Sometimes you have to take a chance without knowing what the end will be.  Sometimes the risk is worth it.

Danny snorts-

Dude, you sound like a self help guru.  Or like you've been taking one too many of my mom's yoga classes.

-Nathan makes a face.  Michael's into all that zen stuff.  It's rubbing off.  But my point is still right.  You gotta make a choice.  You need to either back off and let them live their lives, or you gotta make the call.  And I am telling you this as your friend, backing off is not the right thing to do here.  So go, be brave, my little grasshopper.

Danny flips him off-

Eat your food.

-Nathan stares him down, one eyebrow raised, but Danny refuses to continue the conversation.  Finally Nathan sighs and shakes his head mournfully, and changes the subject to what he's planning to do over the holidays.

Danny smiles and nods in all the appropriate places, but now that Nathan has put the idea there, he can't stop the wheels that are spinning madly in his brain-

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-Danny wakes up to a pounding head that plainly speaks to how much he'd drank last night.  He groans and rolls over and buries his head in his pillow, hearing an answering groan from the floor to his right.  He raises his head to peer over the edge at where Stiles is zipped up to his neck in a sleeping bag and has his arm over his eyes-

You okay?

-Nobody could be okay after Nathan's parties.  I hope his boyfriends are saving up for the liver transplant he's gonna need one day.

Stiles fishes blindly around the floor next to him, in the jumble of his Iron Man suit he had drunkenly shed before pouring himself into his sleeping bag.  Danny's Captain America costume is crumpled up in his desk chair, and he can see the pants from Jesse's Winter Soldier balled up in the corner by the door.

Stiles makes a triumphant noise as he comes up with his helmet and puts it on, the tinted eye shield dimming the light coming from the window.

Oh, Jesus, that's so much better.

Danny shakes his head and rolls his eyes-

You're such a dork.

-There's snort from the direction of the floor to the left of the bed, and Stiles turns his head to look through under the bed, while Danny rolls over the other way and hangs his head off the side to see Jesse propping himself up on his elbows, his tattoos defying any attempt of the morning sun to illuminate his bare chest.

That's the one positive about never being able to drink, I guess. He shrugs as he speaks, smirking at both of them in turn.  I'll never look as shitty as the two of you look right now.

Stiles must have flipped him off, because Jesse laughs and shoots a bird aimed under the bed.  Danny flops back down and puts the pillow over his head.

He'd been worried about Jesse when Nathan had invited the three of them to one of his infamous Halloween parties (I know you're gonna be with them, so they may as well come, too) because he knows what the alcohol level is like at those things.  He'd actually said no at first, because he and Stiles and Jesse had already made plans to hang out, had even planned their costumes accordingly, but when Jesse had heard, he'd insisted.

I'm fine.  It's fine.  Cameron's been working with me a lot, and it's not like I can avoid it forever.  If I'm going to test it, I'd rather you guys be there.  You'll stop me if I fuck up.

But he hadn't fucked up, and Danny's pretty sure he'd actually had a good time.  They'd all had a good time.  Danny's more than grateful they've come to a point they can all be friends, even though he'll privately admit he misses the spontaneous make out sessions he'd kiboshed with Stiles.  Just like he still sometimes wakes up reaching out for Jesse and ends up with an empty feeling in his stomach when he only touches open space.

All at once, his phone alarm shrieks, piercing and ear splitting.

Oh my God, turn it off, turn it off!!  Stiles is shrieking almost louder than the phone itself, and Jesse is howling with laughter.  Danny scrambles around in the bedsheets, finally locating his phone buried under layers of blankets.

He silences it and groans-

I have to get up.  I promised Nathan I'd meet him for lunch.  Just ah  --he rolls painfully to a sitting position and straightens the waistband of his boxers-- grab some food and a shower or whatever when you decide to get up.  I'll be back later.

-He stumbles out of the room and to the shower, hoping the hot water will somehow manage to cure his headache-

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-And if any harm should come to my daughter or grandson...

Danny rolls his eyes as Chris bodily drags Peter out the door, still hissing out threats as it shuts behind them.  He's still not 100% sure how he became the fallback babysitter when the full moon came and Allison and Seth needed to be gone, too.

But here he is, after being summoned through a curt phone call from Mr. Argent this morning.  At least he knows the money will be good.

There's a tug on his pant leg and he slowly looks down to find Catori looking up at him, her bottom lip almost imperceptively trembling.

Crap.

Panicked, he looks across the room to where Jesse is gingerly holding Evan, but he just shakes his head, equally at a loss.

He crouches down and smiles winningly at Catori-

Do you wanna play with the trains?

[howidefinethings-blog]

-...You know how annoying I find it when people stay on their phones when they're with actual live people, Stiles. Namely me. Stiles. ...Last night, Jackson turned into a lizard again. In bed. Are you...you're texting Danny, aren't you?-

What? No!

-And he's actually not. Right at this second. He was texting Jesse. Who still doesn't know he and Danny have made out. Three times.

To be fair, Stiles and Danny aren't exactly talking about it either. In fact, each time it's happened, Stiles has specifically said No talking before moving in for that first kiss. And Danny nods along. Like it's somehow going to prevent Danny from eventually cutting this off. Like it's going to prevent Stiles from eventually cracking and demanding everything or nothing because he's way too selfish to stay in this limbo forever. 

Stiles has wanted to tell Jesse. A large part has wanted to shout it at him with a maniacal laugh. Ha ha ha ha he still wants me ha fucking ha! But Jesse's been taking Danny to Switzerland in prep for Danny going to school there. And he's going to keep taking Danny there. Just like he's going to be taking Stiles back and forth from college. 

And while Stiles really is gross enough to totally keep something from someone for free transport, that's not really it either. Because dammit all to hell but Jesse is actually his friend. How is this his life?! And on top of all his weird uncomfortable guilty feelings about that, Jesse's also an addict. What if he went back to drugs because of this? That would suck. That would suck so much.-

Wait. Did you say something about Jackson?

-Lydia waves him off, narrowing her eyes in that really scary way that means she's latched onto something and she's going in for the kill. Totally hot when it's not being used on him. Okay so it's still hot but Stiles is more than willing to admit he has weird kinks that he probably needs to go to therapy over.

You've got that look.-

What look? I don't have a look. 

-You were smiling that smile. You're sleeping with Danny again. Dammit, Stiles! We talked about this.-

Okay, one. I do not have a smile. And two, Danny and I are NOT sleeping together again, oh my god. 

-Do not lie to me! I can practically smell it on you. Stiles tries to break in that she doesn't have super senses so she can cut the crap but Lydia steamrolls right over him. I will tell Jackson your real name and you will have to live the rest of your life with him calling you...-

Okay! Jesus! We're making out. Clothes on. I have not had sexual relations with that man, freaking interrogator. 

-Lydia kicks him, ignoring his OW to berate him some more. Danny is still on the rebound from Jesse. Is that really how you want to get back with him? Because that will not end well.-

Dude, we talked about the kicking me with heels on thing! You're gonna take my freaking skin off. -Lydia's death glare does not lessen.- God, okay. I don't know what I'm doing. I know it's messed up but fuck, Lydia. Danny and I aren't getting back together. That sunk in a long time ago. This doesn't change anything and I get that. So just let me have this without you riding my case and when it inevitably blows up in my face you can say I told you so, okay? 

-His phone buzzes against the table. Another text from Jesse.-

I gotta go meet somebody. Thanks for lunch. Also, if Jackson ever does wolf out in bed, promise me you will never ever ever tell me. 

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