Smother the Flame in Your Heart // Danny x Sam

Part XIX

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Jake chapter ft. sexual fantasies, masturbation & vampire stuff ;)

Hi <3 I thought today was Friday. Happy early chapter ~

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Sam trusted him. That declaration had shaken Jake to the core, though he hadn't let it show. No, he kept that disruption to himself too, tucking it away so he could spend the rest of the evening with Sam and Josh too once that one came home. All seemed to be well. The worst had passed, they were all mending, and he really did hope Sam could rest easy now.

Jake couldn't, though. He tossed and turned as he lay fitfully awake in bed, switching between staring at the slats of the blinds over the windows and the dark shapes of prints and photos on the walls. But what was really in the forefront of his vision was, of course, Danny.

Sam could trust him to not do anything. Jake would never. But he felt like he was breaking his brother's trust just by thinking about Danny, which he did often. Almost constantly, really, and tonight was no exception. No matter how hard he tried to think of anything and anyone else, Jake's imagination drifted back to Danny and it didn't take long before he was growing hard beneath his flannel pajama pants.

"God. Stop it," Jake hissed to himself, rolling over onto his stomach. He stuffed his hands beneath his pillow and buried his face against the fabric, groaning as he continued to try and block thoughts of Danny out of his head. But the jostling of his hips brushed his stiffening cock against the mattress and he instantly imagined he was lying on top of Danny, burying his face into long, soft curls that were as dark as the night around him instead of a pillow.

He rolled back over to take away the pressure and stimulation, but again his dick stirred and stiffened more anyway. Danny was right there in his mind's eye, tormenting him with his beauty and that darling smile that only fell away as those soft lips pressed against Jake's own.

No, Jake thought, turning onto his side and pulling the comforter up over half of his face. Not him. Instead, he tried to imagine someone else in Danny's place–there was a girl at work that definitely had a little crush on him. She was sweet, helpful, pretty–not so unlike Danny at the surface level anyway, and he tried to picture her there, her rosy lips kissing him, her smaller, feminine hands on his body.

But then Jake thought of sharp teeth and strong hands and firm muscles and his coworker was gone and Danny was back. This time, Danny was spooning him from behind and Jake swore he could almost feel it in real life–the weight of Danny's arm sliding over his chest, the heat of his groin pressed against Jake's ass, the slide of Danny's calf over his shin. It felt so good to be held, to feel all that warmth and weight against him, keeping him secure, making him feel loved. It had been a long time since Jake felt so much affection and desire for someone, and perhaps even longer since it'd been mutual. What a rare, beautiful thing it was for love to be reciprocated.

His eyes flew open when he thought that, and a sharp pain in his chest suddenly aggravated him. Danny didn't even like Jake like that; he certainly didn't love him. Jake knew he wasn't even in love with Danny either but how long until that happened? As long as Sam was with Danny, Jake would keep spending time with him, getting to know him, falling further and further down the rabbit hole. Unless there really was something about Danny that he wouldn't like. But even that was too small. There would have to be a part, or even multiple parts, of Danny that Jake would be repulsed by to not want him any longer.

Right now, trapped in clothing and blankets and darkness, Jake felt entirely the opposite of repulsed and only a few more minutes of agony passed before he gave up. He shifted onto his back and kept his eyes closed, maintaining yet another fantasy of Danny in the privacy of his mind.