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Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *more slash from me? Who knew?

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, absolutely NO minors here!! Unrequited love, toxic relationship, some minor use of force (pushing), very minimal religious imagery, smut including: m/m sex, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word count: ~2300

This piece was very heavily inspired by Royel Otis cover of the song Linger by The Cranberries which unfortunately is not on Spotify so you’d have to look it up on YouTube if you want to give it a listen (which you really should)

Danny laid staring up at another hotel room ceiling, trying to understand how he’d ended up here again.

Sleep felt so close, yet so far away.

His physical needs had been met, but the aching pain from the hole in his chest his companion that laid next to him was supposed to fill, sat as empty as a bottomless pit. He turned his head and was met with Sam’s back, bare and colored golden in the glow of the incandescent light. His shoulder blades grew with each deep breath he took, like the stretch of wings preparing to fly away.

The day had started out as a good day. Danny stepped off the tour bus in another new city, feeling the adrenaline of beginning a new leg of tour help carry him to their interview with a smile on his face.

It was just going to be him and Sam in this interview. Nothing out of the ordinary, they’d done dozens of interviews together in the past, but Danny could tell almost immediately after the interview started that Sam was into the long legged beauty asking them the questions.

He took the backseat and let Sam do most of the talking, trying to not let the burn in his throat get to him as his smile faded with each overused interview question Sam seemed way too enthusiastic to be answering again.

Sam thought Danny was being rude with his few curt responses, so without breaking eye contact with the interviewer he placed his hand on Danny’s leg, giving it a squeeze. Danny didn’t appreciate the touch, he knew what that was. It was a false hope thrown like a bone to a dog- just another ploy to keep him close, make him obey.

Another day ruined, Danny thought as he excused himself the second the interview was over. He had to get out of there, it was tearing him apart feeling the sear of Sam's fingertips into his thigh while he complimented her on doing a good job. She didn’t even do that good a job.

When he came back from the restroom he found Sam still sitting in the room with the interviewer, only this time he was perched at the end of the sofa with her hand cradled in his. She was laughing like he’d said the funniest thing she’d ever heard just before Danny interrupted them.

“Let’s go Sam, they’re waiting on us”. Danny forced out through gritted teeth, turning on his heel and fleeing down the hallway so he wouldn’t have to see anymore.

“Hey!” Sam called out after him, running to catch up after saying his goodbyes. “What is your problem?”

Danny stopped in his tracks, making Sam’s front collide with his back before he turned around quickly and pushed Sam by his shoulders up against the wall.

“Wait, someone could see” Sam tried to push him off, eyes darting down the hallway, only relaxing when he was sure they were alone.

“Is this just a game to you?” Danny blurted out, desperately searching Sam’s face for some type of hint that would help him win this before he forfeited.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Sam faked innocence, only pissing Danny off further.

Danny let one of Sam’s shoulders go, hiding his eyes in his palm as he let out a hysterical dark chuckle. “God I’m such a fucking idiot”.

Sam used that little bit of leeway to slip out from between Danny and the wall, grabbing his arm and tugging him into a nearby unoccupied room. Neither of them bothered to turn the lights on. Danny just crumpled into a conveniently placed lounge chair, and Sam waited until he heard the click of the door closing behind them before kneeling down in front of him.

“Hey, tell me what’s the matter?” Sam’s voice was calm and carried a silkiness like honey that always calmed Danny. It made him realize he might have overreacted a little back there, but he couldn’t deny the real pain he felt.

“Did you have to flirt with her like that in front of me?”

Sam took a moment to compose his response. Yeah he was flirting with her, but what was the problem with that? They were a flirtatious bunch, and it had never seemed to be a problem before. At least before Danny had told Sam his biggest secret.

After his lack of reply, Danny chose to continue instead of giving Sam the opportunity to lie his way out of this one. “You know I want to be with you”.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere” Sam tried to assure him, his hands making their way back up Danny’s legs. Did he even realize how just the simplest touch left a blazing trail that threatened to consume Danny whole?

Sam knew. He knew how Danny felt about him, always had, he just thought he could manage it in a way that would suit his own whims. The moment Danny confessed he was desperately in love with him Sam had him wrapped around his finger.

Danny told Sam he loved him, and when Sam took him back to his hotel room that night he thought nothing could go wrong. Danny spilled every feeling he had for Sam with each thrust he gave, and Sam laid there and took it willingly. Though never once did he ever mutter a word of reciprocated love.

Well he was wrong; he ended up that night feeling even more confused than he had before. Sam knew how he felt now, and he didn’t seem turned off by it at all, but he also told Danny afterwards that this didn’t change anything between them.

It was like a slap to the face that they could reach that level of intimacy and Sam not feel anything. Danny felt like he’d been used, and he’d continue to let himself be used for months since then. As messed up as that was, he told himself he was in too deep now to back away.

“Come on, you said they’re waiting on us” Sam stood up slowly, taking Danny’s hands in his own and pulling him to stand as well.

Danny laced their fingers together and wrapped his arms around Sam’s hips, making Sam’s arms bend behind his back like he was being handcuffed. Before Sam could speak he pressed their lips together next, letting them linger there for a moment until Sam gave in and kissed him back.

The energy of the show fed Danny as he let out his frustrations on his drum kit. Playing live to all their fans never failed to get them all riled up, and Danny almost forgot how upset he’d been earlier when he joined Sam as he pranced around on the stage after the last song of the encore.

Sam looked so beautiful in his perfectly tailored chrome pants, silk wrapping every curve Danny admired so much- especially from behind. The stage lights were relentless, but they were like heavenly beams shining down and highlighting the new makeup Sam had given into wearing for this tour. He was like an angel on Earth if only in this moment in time.

Danny couldn’t help it when he saw Sam, he wrapped his arm around his waist and squeezed his side as Sam enthusiastically waved goodbye to everyone. Just as soon as he arrived, Sam pulled his in-ear out and leaned back so Danny could hear him over the roar of the crowd. “My room tonight”.

They hardly made it past the door before Sam wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders and let himself go limp as Danny carried him the rest of the way to the bed.

“Sam” Danny growled after falling with him down onto the mattress.

“Daniel” Sam replied as he nipped at his neck and jawline.

“Sam you’re pushing it” Danny tried to warn him again now that Sam’s hands were wandering down his chest, a clear destination with the tent pitched in Danny’s pants right now.

“Stop being so moody and just fuck me” Sam groaned and licked a hot strip up the side of Danny’s neck as he groped him.

Danny grabbed Sam’s hips and pinned him down to the bed so that he couldn’t get any friction of his own, making Sam whimper and pout. “Is that what you want? You want me to turn my emotions off and fuck you the way you deserve?”

“God Daniel yes!” Sam tossed his head back in frustration as his hips tried fruitlessly to buck against Danny’s grip.

“I’ll do it Sammy. I’ll give you what you want, but first I need you to tell me why. Why do you want me tonight?”

Sam’s brows furrowed at the unexpected question. Why? There was no why, other than they were both still riding their high from the show and it was a lot easier to do this together rather than find someone else to fit the bill.

Danny leaned down until his mouth was right next to Sam’s ear, “Because I fuck you best”.

Sam let out a weak moan this time, speeding up the way his hand was stroking Danny hoping if he was good he’d be rewarded soon.

“Say it Sammy” Danny demanded, not moving an inch.

“You fuck me the best” he easily obliged, that much being true. Maybe because Danny loved him so relentlessly he’d taken extra care in learning all of Sam’s pleasure spots and deepest desires, making him come back for more each time. “Please God, I need it” Sam begged, knowing full well that there was no God watching over them in this room.

Clothes were ripped off until neither of them had anything left to spare. Sam cried out as Danny took him into his mouth at the same time as he stretched him with two fingers, wasting no time until he was satisfied that Sam could take him all.

“Fuck you feel like heaven Angel” Danny groaned as he bottomed out, staying as still as possible so he could feel Sam fluttering around him.

Impatiently, Sam wrapped his legs around Danny’s waist and arms around his shoulders, bracing himself for the onslaught of sensations he knew was about to come. When Danny did start moving it was deep and fast, expertly hitting that spot within Sam with every thrust.

Dull nails dug into his back while Sam clawed at him like a rabid animal. He could feel his skin tearing, leaving behind red welts in their wake. It was like Sam was ripping his own wings out, mutilating him so that he’d had no way of escaping.

Sam, the devil disguised as an angel, and Danny just another fallen at his feet.

Once Sam gathered his bearings he flopped back down, giving Danny more leverage to hike a leg up over his shoulder. “I’m gonna-” Sam tried to warn, but Danny quickly wrapped a fist around his base, cutting him off with a wracked sob.

“No you’re not. Not until I do”.

Sam looked up at him with glare like he was ready to fight him on this, but when Danny reangled himself and started snapping his hips even harder his eyes rolled back into his head.

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait much longer, because soon enough Danny’s hips were stuttering and he was spilling inside. Staking his claim the only way he could.

All Sam needed was one brush in the pad of Danny’s thumb against his tip and he was coming undone, shuddering violently until he was absolutely spent.

Without any more words spoken Danny rolled off of him and Sam left to take a shower fist, coming back with his hair still wet and smelling of his mix of shampoo and leave in conditioner.

“You sleeping here?” Sam questioned nonchalantly, not even bothered by the fact that Danny still laid naked in his bed.

“You mind?” He asked back, watching as Sam pulled the covers back and climbed into his side.

“No, just put some pants on at least”. He pulled out his phone and checked a few notifications before setting an alarm as Danny rinsed off in the shower quickly and found a pair of clean shorts in Sam’s messy bag.

Sam didn’t turn over when Danny rejoined him in the bed. “Would you turn out the night?” He muttered sleepily, his voice barely carrying over his shoulder.

With the lamp turned off Danny reached over and ran his hand across Sam’s back soothingly, making him actually glance over. Danny extended his pointer finger, hooking it under Sam’s chin. He finally rolled over to face him, too worn out to fight it.

Danny inched closer in the bed and gently pressed their lips together, cradling Sam’s face in his palm. Without hesitation Sam parted his lips and danced his tongue against Danny’s until he was allowing him inside, deepening the kiss. He pushed against his shoulder, making Danny lay flat onto his back once more as he threw a leg over and moved to straddle his hips.

Once he was on top of him Danny grabbed Sam’s forearms and pushed him off, not roughly but with enough force to rattle Sam a bit.

“What?” Sam sighed, sliding off of him with a huff.

“Nothing Sam” Danny exhaled, “let’s just go to sleep”.

“You know I care about you Daniel. I don’t want to see you hurt. If this is getting to be too much for you then we can stop”.

Danny thought about it for a moment, ultimately deciding if Sam could easily just walk away then there really must not be any chances of winning him over. In the end he cared about Sam too, obviously, and he never wanted to cause any problems between the two of them.

“No, I can handle it”. Danny settled back underneath the blankets, waiting for Sam to follow suit. “I’m handling it”.

#sorry if this one hurts #don’t ask me to explain myself just listen to the song 🥲#greta van fleet #Greta van smut #danny wagner #sam kiszka #sanny gvf

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