It's been quite a while since I've updated this. I got this idea from a random comic, and I don't know who the artist is. If I figure out, I'll just delete this sentence and give them credit.
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Kyle POV:
It secretly drives me crazy- in a good way, when Dan gets obsessive over an idea. He always asks me if it sounds good, and I always reply with "it sounds amazing, baby." Because it does. Dan is a brilliant writer and knows how to give anyone an eargasm. The best part, is that half the time, he's sitting up in bed in his underwear. Dan needs to learn how to control his sexiness, or else somebody might die of an overload. I might do that right now. I always try to come up with the cheesiest pickup line to get him to stop for a moment and knock around with me. I subtly look at him, while still pretending to be on my phone. His glasses reflect the laptop screen and display the program he uses to layer tracks. He has his headphones in, so if I'll have to talk loudly for him to hear me over his tracks that he's mixing. I find myself staring at his boxers and notice they have little ghosts on them. Spooky. I think for a moment, but get a smug face. I'll at least get him to laugh or try to hide his appreciation for my jokes by rolling his eyes. I scream like I'm terrified of something, and he jolts, for he was startled. He yanks his headphones off, his fluffy hair getting messier than I could've thought.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Kyle!" He yells. "What is the problem?"
I try to hide my smug smile. "Your underwear. It's terrifying!" I holler
"Wh-" He starts, looking down at the little ghosts. He smiles, trying not to crack up laughing.
"It's scaring me." I say, hoping he'll be into this.
"If it's bothering you, I'll take it off." He whispers, winking.
"That would make me feel much better" I reply.
Dan puts his laptop aside and closes it. He looks up at me and scans me up and down.
"You know I have a fear of N'Sync." He says, eyeing my shirt.
Without hesitation, I peel off my shirt and throw it onto the bed next to me. Dan's eyes glass over my chest and stomach.
"Babe, you're damn fit." Dan says. He says this every single time. "Teach me your ways,"
"That'll come with a price." I say, trying to wink seductively.
Dan pulls the covers of our bed over himself and me. It's hard to see under here, but I can detect him moving toward me. I feel a piece of fabric near my foot, which is definitely not the covers.
"So this is your way to try to be sexy?" I ask a dark lump under the sheets.
"I know it's lame." Dan replies. I feel his arms wrap around me.
"It's not lame, Danny." I smile, letting him pull me close.
"You said you wouldn't lie to me!" He groans.
"I'm not lying. I wouldn't make a move on you if I don't like you!" I reply.
I bet Dan rolled his eyes, but I can't see. What I can feel, I like. Dan's little 'hug' has moved downward a bit, and is much closer to my jeans.
"Do we have anything going on tomorrow morning?"Dan asks, pausing.
"No." I reply. I open my mouth to ask why, but Dan has already replied with a "Good".
Dan's hands move to the front of my belt, where he tries to not be awkward while undoing it. I debate on whether or not to ask if he needs some help down there, but he gets it unbuckled. His touch is soft and seems to soothe a craving I've had for a while. When he reaches down my boxers, I moan gently to let him know that his actions are wanted.
"This okay?" He asks.
"Hell yeah." I say, noticing I'm already getting hard.
Dan pulls off the reaming clothing I have on and continues to touch me like he does so well. I run my fingers through his hair affectionately and plant soft kisses on his neck and face. I feel him slime under my lips, which makes me smile as well. We lay together for a few minutes, touching eachother with the occasional quiet moan.
"It's getting hard to breathe under here." Dan points out between kisses.
"Agreed." I say, sticking my head up from the covers. Dan does the same. His cheeks are pink and his hair is messy. I bet I look like just as much of a wreck. Dan pulls back to covers so he can see my chest, but I can't see his.
"Oh my god, Dan. I know what you're doing to try to cover your chest." I say, gently pulling down the blanket covering him. "It's not subtle." I say.
"I'm well aware of it, Ky." I say as he starts to climb on top of me.
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I'm not good at writing smutty stuff, but this is my first (and probably last) attempt.
