Smother the Flame in Your Heart // Danny x Sam

Part XI

Word Count: ~4100

Warnings: juice box Sam; sexy time ;)

Things are, perhaps, starting to get even more interesting. I really like this chapter so I hope you do too <3

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Sam knew Danny was waiting for him at the house thanks to the prompt text reply he'd sent after Sam alerted him he'd be late; however, he didn't know Jake was also going to be home. So, when Sam opened the front door, he figured his brother would be upstairs doing something or maybe in the garage playing guitar, and Danny would be biding his time in the living room or chilling in his bedroom. That was stupid, Sam quickly realized, because Jake would never let a guest, and definitely never Danny, linger in the house alone like an unwelcome, strange visitor, and Danny wasn't so socially inept that he wouldn't strike up a conversation even if he did struggle with the apparently very alluring Kiszka blood scent.

Muffled laughter from beyond the walls and doorways made Sam move swiftly from the front hall to the kitchen, pausing in front of the sliding glass doors, keeping himself just out of sight. Danny and Jake were sitting at the patio table, one across from the other, a bowl and a little container of weed between them. Sam knew the jealousy was asinine–it would be far more normal to want his boyfriend to get along with and even be friends with his brothers. It was just knowing that Danny experienced a kind of attraction to them that set him off. Sure, it wasn't a physical or sexual attraction, but it was an attraction all the same. And Sam really didn't get on with that.

"There he is," Jake proclaimed when Sam opened the door and stepped through, rubber soles of sneakers he desperately wanted to kick off thumping quietly against the wooden deck.

"You dicks got stoned without me?" Sam asked, slipping over to Danny, standing beside him and draping an arm around his shoulders. "Fucking rude. It's a betrayal, actually."

Jake chuckled and instantly reached for the container of weed. "Sit down and we'll smoke some more. Unless you have to go to dinner right away."

"Nah," Danny said, laying his hand over Sam's wrist, bringing his arm down to hold over his chest. "We can go anytime. And the more we smoke, the better the experience will be."

Sam stiffened. His intention wasn't actually to sit down and get high with them and he was asking himself why Danny was so quick to delay their actual plans. To spend even more time with Jake, who did indeed look even more stoned than usual. Danny did too, all hazy-eyed and flushed, a slightly lopsided grin on his face when he looked up at Sam and silently beckoned him to sit beside him. So Sam did, resigning to only himself that they'd power through this bowl and then leave.

If only Danny had just neglected to tell him that he thought the twins smelled good too, Sam thought to himself as he joined in the smoking. That would have made such a difference. But, again, it was so stupid. Unprecedented, useless jealousy.

"So are you both going to be available for our birthday weekend?" Jake asked, looking at Sam first, then Danny.

"I thought you two hadn't figured it out yet," Sam said, taking the bowl as Danny passed it to him.

"Not the details–or the specific plans, I suppose," Jake told him, relaxing in the chair. The evening light was still vibrant but Sam could see the sun just barely beginning to set behind him, the tree-lined edge in their yard creating the beginnings of shadows across the grass. "We want you to be there for whatever it is."

"I don't think we have plans," Danny said, and a little bubble of affection burst in Sam's chest at how domestic that sounded. "We." He liked being a "we." It'd never felt right or worked until Danny was the second half of the equation.