Honey Drip // Danny Wagner

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The next day I was still on the verge of erupting at any moment, desperately aching to tell Danny, Josh, Sam and Jake about the news. There was too much potential, too much possible good and excitement to come out of it, for me to keep holding it in, as much as I wanted to.

"I have something exciting to tell you," I said to Danny as we both gathered our dirty plates from my table, setting them in the sink.

He turned to me after he rinsed his hands, drying them on the hand towel hanging from the stove. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I replied, smirking to myself, unable to have any sort of poker face.

He waited for a few seconds then scoffed. "Well, come on, tell me," he urged.

"I can't yet," I said, leaning against the fridge, trying to reel in my own excitement. "I have to tell you and Josh and Sam and Jake at the same time."

Danny raised an eyebrow, looking a little puzzled.

I responded by throwing my arms up and walking away. "Can't tell you yet," I called back.

"You have to now," Danny replied, coming up behind me, both of us standing in the tiny hallway outside my bedroom. "You brought it up."

"It's because I've been dying to say something," I replied. "But I really do have to tell all of you together."

Danny sighed and put his palm against the wall behind me, his arm outstretched next to me. "You're holding out a lot right now," he said. "First it was yesterday morning, then at the bookstore, now this?"

I cocked my head to the side, considering all of that.

"I can make some of it up to you now," I told him, my eyes traveling down his body before meeting his eye contact again.

"Okay. Get in there," he said, removing his hand from the wall and jutting his chin at the open doorway of my bedroom.

I turned, smiling to myself, already turned on by Danny's new-found dominance, and stood in the middle of my bedroom, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him.

He brushed past me and stood in front of the bed, his back to it, looking at me again. "Get on your knees," he ordered, though I could see a faint blush grow on his cheeks and across his nose.

I bit my lip to fight back the grin, humored and delighted by his dominance still laced with shyness, and followed his order, getting on my knees in front of him. "What now, sir?" I asked, and my tone on the word "sir," tinged with sarcasm, caused both of us to laugh.

"Hey, I'm trying here," Danny objected.

"I know," I said. "And it's hot. Keep going."

He laughed a little to himself and ran his hand through his hair before seeming to compose himself again, his face straightening, and he asked, "What do you want?"

I grabbed his calf, squeezing the muscle. "You," I answered.

"More specifically?"

I sighed, squeezing his calf harder. "I want your--" I paused--it was weird to have to dirty talk on command, especially with the order coming from him. He really was showing a new side of himself. "I want your cock, Danny," I finished, feeling my face grow hot.

Danny bent down and grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging by my ear, and kissed me deep and hard, literally taking my breath away. I steadied myself with his calf, my other hand going to the fly of his pants. I shimmied his pants down so his briefs were just exposed around his crotch--somehow he was already a little hard. He must really have been frustrated after all.