Love On Camera || Janiel Fanfiction

XXXII: Dinner Dares

(Daniel's POV)

"Sweetie!" I hear my mom's voice echo through the house. Joey and I arrived in sunny Los Angeles yesterday after our quick three day trip to New York. Christmas was two days ago but my family is having our annual dinner now.

Joey and I walked through the door hand in hand. His palm was sweaty and I could tell he was nervous. "They'll love you, no need to worry." My family knows about Joey but they have never met him before. My mom constantly asked when she could meet him and I decided today would be perfect.

"Great to see you again Daniel, and this must be Joey?" My dad greeted us as we walked into the kitchen. I nodded.

Joey's hand loosened from my grip and moved to my back. My mom rushed towards us and flung her arms over our shoulders in a hug.

"Joey it is so great to finally meet you! Daniel never stops talking about you-" As she went on, embarrassingly, Joey's hand quickly moved down my back until it was on my ass. He squeezed tightly and I jerked my head towards him.

Joey pretended to be concentrated on what my mom was saying, but I knew he wasn't paying any attention. I could feel my face turning red.

I almost forgot our bet. We haven't even been here a minute and he's already winning. Not for long.

"Daniel why don't you show Joey around?" She said as she jogged towards the beeping oven.

Great idea.

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"So this is where you grew up?" Joey asked as I gave him a tour. "Yea, it's pretty cool, I remember so much from living here." We walked up the narrow stairs and entered the first room.

"This is a bathroom." I stated and Joey giggled. "Wow! I love bathrooms." He teased.

The second room was mine. Memories flooded into my brain of my childhood when we entered the room. Everything had a story behind it. Every object meant something to me.

The sheets with basketballs on them that my dad bought me, which I hated. Posters of old bands and singers lined my "poster wall." The old game boy on my desk. I remembered every last one of my cheap plastic toys. This was a cool room back in the 90's.

The bet Joey and I made popped back in my head. I will win this. I will make sure of that. Joey stood across the room looking through my old cassettes. I thought of what I could to get him back and came up with a perfect idea.

I sprinted across the room and shoved Joey on my old twin bed. He was startled and dropped one of the ancient contraptions, which broke into pieces. I didn't care and instead pushed him down and straddled him. I knew what to do to drive him crazy.

My lips attacked his neck and sucked leaving a bright hickey. Hopefully everyone will see that. There's no way he can hide it.

I grinded on his crotch and felt his erection growing. I smirked, this is going according to plan.

Joey seemed to be getting heated and bucked his hips up, begging for more.

"If we do this, we have to be quiet." Joey whispered. Oh, that won't be a problem.

He ripped off his shirt and tried to pull at mine but I wouldn't let him. I started placing small kisses down his toned abs. One by one, I made my way down to the hem of his pants. I teased him and slid a finder under. He whined for more, but he wasn't going to get it.