Jean and Danny

Jean and Danny 11

When Danny got back after rinsing out the dishes and putting them away (it took him a while, since he was trying to figure out where everything went) I decided to ask him as bluntly as possible.

"Are you gay?" I asked him, sounding a lot more incredulous than I wanted to.

Danny smirked as he sat down at me, and looked at the folded magazine in my hands, and I could see he was holding back a laugh. "I see you've been looking at my collection. Does it do anything for you?" He asked, cheekily.

I shook my head. "Not really," I answered, then realized he was just using it as a way to dodge the question. I opened my mouth to scold him, but before I could, he spoke again.

"Me neither, and it hasn't done a whole lot for me for quite a while," he replied, nonchalantly.

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him with confusion. "Then why'd you bring it?" I asked, skeptically. He replied almost immediately.

"Because. I wanted to see if you got anything from... Well... Girls," he explained, flicking through some of the pages. I averted my eyes from it, not wanting to scar myself for life any more than I already had.

I nodded, dubiously. "Okay," I drawled, still not quite understanding what he was saying.

He threw the magazine away, and looked clear at my face. "I think of you, instead," he informed me, rather bluntly.

I blinked, bewildered. "I... I'm your porn?" I tried to put it into words that I could comprehend, and Danny nodded.

"Yes! Wait- no. That would be a really creepy and awkward thing to say. I'll try to rephrase it..." He began, scratching his head and looking at my dusty floor, which I currently despised.

"What about other guys? Do you think about... Guys... The way you look at the girls in the magazines?" I tried again, hoping that he wouldn't say yes.

He let out a dry laugh, and shook his head. "I can't imagine any of the guys I've ever seen wearing the stuff these girls put on..." He answered truthfully, then smirked deviously over at me. "... Except of course, you, Jean," he breathed, huskily, leaning closer.

I felt my cheeks flush again, as a mental image of myself in a bikini flashed inside my skull, both terrifying me and intriguing me in the same instance. I'd... Certainly make a very pretty cross dresser.

I pulled away, nervously. "Y-you... Imagine me... Wearing girls clothes?" I whimpered, surprised.

Danny blinked, confused. He shrugged. "Sometimes. I guess it just depends on which fantasy I'm in the mood for,' he replied, as if he were talking about the weather.

I blinked, shocked. "You have more than one fantasy of me? You have moods for that kind of thing? Wh... What?" I blurted out, staring off into space, not being able to comprehend how anyone could think up more than one... Naughty... fantasy about one person.

I mean, that shower incident I'd had this morning was far from innocent... But... It wasn't exactly something that happened everyday!

Danny nodded. "Of course I do. You're my boyfriend. I fantasize about you... Like.... Twice a day, at least," he answered, bemused.

I was stunned beyond belief. He was so sweet and cute most of the time! And he had... S... Se... Se.... Ugh. I can't even think that word! Seriously bizarre thoughts about me!

"T... Twice a day?" I gulped as he nodded. He had a very busy brain, then.

"Yeah. Why? Don't you ever think like that about me? Sexual fantasies are natural, y'know?" Danny pointed out.

I felt like he'd just told me whales landed on the moon before people did. Nobody had ever told me that! Everyone told me it was a bad, sinful thing to do! But, nope, I'm supposed to drop all of those beliefs and automatically believe Danny instead. Why? Because he had three words nobody else did. I love you, that's why.

And unfortunately enough for the innocent parts of me... Doing "that" is usually apart of loving someone. Being one with them... Apart of their being... Melding together as one... Were all bullshit ways of sprucing up a dirty word, and making it seem better someway. But I did have to admit... Some of those did sound awfully sentimental and... well... Nice.

When I tried to answer that I'd never had any fantasies about him at all, the shower incident continuously flashed inside my mind, and I knew I wouldn't be able to lie about it.

"W-well..." I began, and scratched the back of my neck nervously.

He smirked as he leaned closer to me. "Oh my God. You have!" He cheered, as if I'd just told him I'd won twenty million dollars.

I looked up at Danny with surprise, as he laughed gleefully. I couldn't understand why he was so happy.

He came down from his happy high after a moment or two, then looked down at me. "Well... It's just that... I thought you were the kind of person who never thought about that kind of stuff-" he began, but I cut him off.

"I-I'm not! That was just... An accident?" I offered, weakly. He scoffed at me and raised an eyebrow. "That's not a fantasy, Jean. Those are wet dreams," he offered, ruffling my hair, as if I were his son.

I turned an even darker shade of red. Okay, I'd had those too... But I thought those didn't count, because they were only dreams, right?

"I-I have those, too!" I blurted, without registering what I was thinking.

He blinked, surprised, then leaned even closer.

He stroked my cheek softly, and I realized I was shaking. I was nervous. I was upset.

I was worried he'd think I was a freak, and leave me, even though he was the one telling me that he fantasized about me first. Even though he said I was all fine, I was still really worried about it.

He kissed me softly, and the worry seemed to dissipate slightly, like fog. Less thick, but still there, even though you couldn't see it entirely.

I sighed, relaxing myself a bit, as he pulled back, and sat comfortably on the bed, close to me.

"We have a lot to talk about, Jean," he informed me, cheekily, and I nodded, enthusiastically.

I needed to get this stuff off my chest. The guilt was killing me.

But something was telling me that the glint in Danny's eyes wasn't exactly a desire to confess to his guilt... But rather... Have fun getting his fantasies out in the open. That scared me a little bit itself.

But... I guess it was a learning experience, huh?

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