Daniel? (BoyXBoy)

TwentyOne- The End.

WARNING FROM THE AUTHOR: THERE IS SEXUAL ACTIVITY BETWEEN MALES TO FOLLOW.

"That was good."

I said, walking out of the front doors, past Daniel, who was holding it open for me. My hands where in my jean pockets.

"Now what?"

I asked, looking at him as he looped arms.

"Now? It's already late. what more do you want?"

He had a smirk on his face. I smiled back. On my tip-toes, I planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I have a feeling you know what I want."

I whispered to him. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oh-Ho-Ho. I see. Alright then. Let's go."

He led me to the car and we got in. He started the engine and the radio turned on.

"Now playing- Twenty One Pilots recently 'leaked' single. Heathens!"

"Heathens?"

I breathed out in a whisper. It began to play, sending a shiver up my spine.

"Wow. This is good!" 

I smiled, turning the volume nob up. My brain quickly picked up on my rhythm and I began to nod along.

We drove down the road in silence, besides the music. I hadn't noticed at first, but we weren't heading towards the house. The complete opposite way, actually.  

"Daniel?"

I asked. He glanced at me, smiling, then looked back at the road.

"Yeah?"

"Where are we going? I thought we-"

"Thought we were heading home to do the dance-with-no-pants?"

I let out a laugh.

"Uh, yeah. That."

"You're becoming more open with me, Walter."

"Well"

I shrugged.

"Nothing to hide. I wanna fuck.."

I paused.

"No. I want to make love. Not just fuck. I love you, Daniel."

His smile twitched.

"Wow. I'm gonna die if you become any cuter. Love you too."

"...So. Were are we going?" 

"A hotel."

"A what?"

"Do you really think you could be quiet enough to have sex at your home when your father and sister are home? No. Not when you're under me anyway."

He winked at me. I laughed again and hit his shoulder.

"Okay okay but did you at least tell my dad we where gonna be out all day?"

"Yes I did. I am a responsible A-Dult."

I rolled my eyes.

"Uh-huh."

A song came on the radio, and I started air-drumming along. Daniel took my lead and began to sing. 

"All my friends are heathens, take it slow!"

We shouted together. I pretended to swing and slam my drum stick into the clash cymbal of the drums.