Daniel Wagner Imagines

Jealousy

Word count: 7188

SMUT WARNING

"Make sure you sign the last of those posters Daniel, we've got a sold out meet and greet with the fans tonight" their manager Aaron called out as he walked by the open door to Danny's dressing room. I rolled my eyes at Aaron as he walked away and looked at Danny who was hunched over the counter signing his name over and over again.

"Baby?" I asked. Danny looked up and over at me, his curls bouncing lightly around his face as he moved, "yes mamas what is it?" He smiled at me. "Am I photographing the meet and greet tonight?" I asked, looking over at my photography equipment. "Yeah I think you're photographing I'll double check with Aaron and Josh to make sure it's still one they want photographed" Danny said.

He and I had been together a little over 2 years. We first met when I landed the job as Greta Van Fleets tour photographer, I clicked really fast with the guys and quickly became their friend. After the first tour Danny had asked me out on a date and now it was 2 years later and we were still together and they took me on as their permanent photographer.

He placed the marker down and flexed his hand groaning, "no matter how many times I sign my name it's always going to look weird and these hand cramps are something awful" he sighed. I got up from my seat and walked over gently grabbing his hand. I began to massage it.

He did a lot of hand work being a drummer so his hands were always so beaten and calloused. I dug my thumbs into his palm and he groaned softly, I had taken a few classes on how to do proper hand massages to get certified so whenever the guys needed help with their hands I could assist them. Of course Danny would get a little extra special treatment seeing as he was the guy I was in love with.

I dragged my thumb against his palm and his muscles contracted and he winced, "baby you've got to relax you have your show in 30 minutes you've gotta loosen up these muscles" I sighed. "Wait mamas that feels so good" he groaned as he wrapped his other arm around my back and rested his hand on my ass.

I looked up at him as he watched me message his hand and fingers, my fingers traced over the scars from where the drumsticks had cut him and long since healed. I hit another super tender spot and he winced loudly, his arm twitching away from me. "sorry" I looked at him apologetically. "It's ok baby girl, it's a good pain" he said with a soft smile that sent butterflies straight to my stomach and core.

I worked his hand for a few more minutes until he could flex his hand properly without aching. Once I let go he pulled me flush against his body and ducked down kissing me. The way his lips melted against mine made my heart flutter, he always kissed me in a way that told me how much he loved me.

In the middle of the kiss Aaron walked in, "are they done?" He asked impatiently. Danny ground his teeth, "they are on the counter, they are done. Can you chill so I can have a few minutes alone with y/n before the show?" He said irritatedly looking at Aaron with narrow eyes. "You need to get ready for the show. You've got 10 minutes" Aaron said.

That made Danny pissed, "you don't get to tell me how much time I spend with my girl, I'll be ready for the damn show on time!" He snapped at Aaron before closing the door on him. I looked at Danny with concern, "are you ok?" I asked. He was never that short with Aaron they usually got along quite well but something seemed to be bugging him tonight.

He came back over to me and placed his hand on my cheek cupping my face "just a bit irritated with him tonight it's always demanding with him and never asking. He's not going to tell me the amount of time I get with you, absolutely not" he said before ducking his head down and kissing me gently.

One of his pre show rituals was spending a few minutes cuddled on the couch to calm his pre show jitters. He scooped me up into his arms and went to the couch and placed me in his lap engulfing me into his arms. I placed my head on his chest and he placed his cheek on top of my head gently stroking my bare arm with his large hands.