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llondonfog · 8 months

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twst (horror) tober — day 3 (sharp)

➤ Day 3: Sharp | “Careful, you could hurt someone with that.”

His father warns him of such as Silver hefts the practice sword with wide-eyed wonder, the weight of a budding world lying in the palm of his hand as his fingers wrap around the grip and pommel.

It is a plain thing— blade made of tapered, sanded wood held in place by a thick cross guard and rustic, brown leather-wrapped handle. The hilt has worn down over the years, faded where many a trainee wielded it with all the might of their deepest wish: to become a knight in the royal guard, to wear the emblem of their kingdom over their chest with untold pride and undying honor.

To Silver, it's the most beautiful sword in the world.

Despite his father's cautious reminder, Silver can see him smile faintly from where he stands, arms crossed in an attempt to hide his biased pleasure as his son takes his first step along the arduous path to share his mantle. His father may not be the most expressive man, but Silver knows where to look for his kindness, his love. They even match today— his mother had laughed so fondly at the sight of them at breakfast with their golden locks held back in place, dressed in similar training outfits that his father had commissioned the royal tailor to create, as Silver diligently reached for second helpings of every plate his father had selected.

"My most handsome knights," she had murmured, kissing his father on a pinking cheek and her giggling son on the top of his head. "How well our people will sleep tonight knowing that they have the two of you to protect us all."

His father gestures to a training dummy with a breastplate and pauldrons of armor already assembled, the dull sheen of metal beckoning in the mid-morning sun. A buckler of hammered steel is held protectively before it, and Silver's heart leaps into his throat at the sight.

"We've sparred with batons enough," his father continues in that same patient tone, all the time and peace in the world to train his only beloved son. "I think that it is time for you to test your hand against what a true opponent would use to block an attack. Your swing needs to be able to withstand a shield rising in front of you, it would not do you any good as a swordsman or a knight to lose your blade in battle because you could not keep a grip on it."

Silver nods solemnly in agreement; it is not mere prattle that his father speaks, he did not become the foremost knight of their kingdom, their realm, by negligence and sheer luck alone. Chest brimming with the joy of knowing his father deems him ready for advancement, has seen the diligence and dedication of Silver's daily practices, he turns to face the dummy, readying his wooden blade.

The faceless straw head stares impassively back at him as he judges the distance between them, the weight of the sword in his hands, the force of the impact he ought to carry through in order to dislodge the shield without injury. Silver can feel his father's gaze, warm with silent pride, resting like laurels over him, invisible in its comfort and steadfast in its praise. He can do this.

He readies his stance, the lightest touch of a summer's breeze lifting his fringe as he all but feels the rushing power of young muscles tensing together to propel his swing—

And drops the sword in shock, hands stinging from the impact as it clatters painfully off his shin.

"Silver!"

Within an instant, his father has rushed to his side, those auroral eyes so identical to his own flush with concern. Calloused hands gently take his own, flipping them over with care and searching his body for bruising, but Silver all but brushes them off, babbling incoherently with a fright so innate, he cannot remember where it emerged from.

"I—I saw someone! Father, I— I know I did, they were standing just behind you!"

For his credit, his father does take a bemused glance behind himself to the empty practice field, but it is simply just that: a desolate training ground that he had ensured would be free of guards and servants for the quality time of training his son.

"Silver, I . . . I do not doubt that you were concentrating, but perhaps it was merely a shadow of a bird? You know how they often enjoy gathering here to watch you spar, are you certain it was a figure that you saw?"

He cannot stop the trembling of his fingers, the bone-deep curdling of his blood. His father soothes a hand through his hair, tucks him into the warm safety of his side, and wipes away the shaken tears that have begun to spill from his eyes, murmuring sweet nothings that have no effect on his reeling nerves.

He knows what he saw— the figure standing behind his father, clad all in shadow with emerald eyes gleaming like the jewels in his mother's crown, pitch-black horns spiraling to the sky.

And clasped in their long, thin fingers, dangling like a noose from blackened talons— his father's necklace, the ring glinting like a warning in the suddenly cold summer sun.

#lettie writes #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #diasomnia #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #twst malleus #malleus draconia #the knight of dawn #does he have a tag yet?#apologies for the day behind; not too happy with it but not going to rework it now #after my dental work my mouth is so damn sore and killing me #so i'm gonna take some advil and lay down for a bit :')#THIS IS NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE i know nothing about medieval armor and training alksdfj

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luveline · 7 months

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if your still taking requests I would like to request reader scraping their knees and tasm!peter patching her up and it’s a lot of lovely tension:))) maybe r not being used to people touching them without bad intentions.

I hope you are having a lovely time right now and are taking care of yourself<3

thank you lovely! ♡ fem, 1k

Peter's droopy eyed when you knock, less so when he gets a good look at you. Blood leading like twin snakes from the grazed ache of your knees and staining your socks, tears lining your eyes and shiny in the sun, you're embarrassingly sad. He doesn't give you shit for it, the opposite.

"Fuck," he says, his eyes widening with a familiar concern. "Shit, what did you do?"

"Uhm," you say, though you know, but you bit your tongue on the way down and everything hurts, "I fell. Someone bumped into me coming out of the subway."

Peter holds his hands out, thinks better of it and steps down over the door jam to take your hands and pull you forward for a hug. He smells like apple jack cereal and his hair is still wet from an early morning shower, a walking poster boy for brown-haired, brown-eyed sweethearts everywhere, but you still seize at his tight hold.

He murmurs a sorry and leans back, assessing your gaze, so close that you can see the trifecta of his pinprick beauty marks, one in the shadow of his brow, one under his eye, and one closer to his nose.

"Come on. We'll clean you up."

Peter ushers you inside, his fingertips brushing the small of your back. You walk into the kitchen, every surface clean, the wooden dining table decorated by one empty coffee cup and one half full. His cereal bowl has been washed and left to dry on the rack, next to what must've been his Aunt May's plate.

"May's in work already?" you ask him.

He hums, turned away from you, a slip of his long, shapely back exposed as he reaches for the first aid kit sitting on top of one of the cabinets. "She said to tell you thank you for the flowers last week."

You panicked so much beforehand. What do you bring for your not quite new friend's mom when you meet her for the first time? You've known Peter for a few months but never had the good fortune to meet May until she demanded it, your bouquet a weak offering. You'd wanted her to like you, because despite your fight or flight whenever he gives you a quick shoulder rub, any ounce of affection, you really like Peter.

Said flowers draw your attention as Peter helps you up onto the counter. You turn away from him, trembling hands forced under your thighs, and count the petals of a wilting carnation one by one as he washes his hands quickly in the sink beside you before laying out the sterile bandages atop their plastic coverings. "I'm gonna wipe the blood off," he says.

You're past saying no, I can do it myself. You already let him help you up. The time to protest is passed.

"Okay."

He takes your wobbly voice for nervousness, and you are nervous, but not the way he thinks. "I'll be careful," he says. "You don't have anything to worry about."

Strange but not unheard of for Peter to be so serious. You nod jerkily, waiting for his touch. It doesn't come for a while, and you brave meeting his gaze to find out why.

His eyebrows are sewn together in concern. His hands land on your thighs, and, to your surprise, you aren't apprehensive. You relax as deft hands draw mirrored lines up and down the outer sides of your legs, leaving a generous distance from the beginnings of your shorts. "Maybe you can take some advil first, if you're worried." He eases your legs apart as he steps into the space between them, his eyes unfailing where they meet yours. "It'll hurt less. I bet I could get some topical numbing cream–"

"It's not–" You peek down at his chest. "I'm not worried about my knees."

"Oh. Good," he says, hand coming up to your elbow. He holds it so tenderly you wonder how you ever thought he might have a propensity for anything but tenderness. "You look really nice, under all the blood. Is that weird? That's probably why you fell, you couldn't just walk around looking that nice. Throws off the balance of the universe."

You laugh softly. "These are my best socks."

"I can see that!" He squeezes down from your elbow to your hand. You've never been touched like that, half massage, half reassurance, just squeezing you to squeeze you. Laughter livens his tone, "I'll get you new socks."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

You struggle to breathe as he cleans your knees. Between his murmuring, It's okay and Almost done, you've no time to feel worried.

You've time for other things, like this. He turns between your legs and slides a hand under the other, fingertips pressing into the soft underside of your knee as he works a thin layer of disinfecting ointment into your scratches. He continues his murmuring, apologies and lamentation alike. "Sorry. Don't want you catching rabies from the pristine streets of Queens. I mean, fuck, sweetheart, you made a real mess. How hard did you fall?"

You swallow a lump that feels fit to choke you, worse when he tilts his head ever so slightly your way, face an inch from yours, less.

"Hard," you say weakly.

He misses the implication (your first stroke of luck all day), smoothing a large square of gauze over your knee and securing it with medical tape. "It's nothing a day on the couch can't fix. I'll make you breakfast too, free of charge."

"Thanks, Peter."

He rubs the skin above your knee. "You're welcome. One horrendous injury down, one to go."

His touch feels even softer the second time around.

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eitaababe · 1 year

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EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter four. games.

a/n — i swear i planned for this to be cute at first-

series masterlist. | previous / next

you wake up to the sun in your face, groaning tiredly. you roll over, tangling yourself deeper into the dark blue sheets when you realize—

you don't own blue sheets.

you scramble, trying to untangle yourself but making it worse, causing a bit of havoc. you look underneath the blanket, sighing in relief and laying back down tiredly when you see you're clothed.

the peace doesn't last for long, though.

as the door opens you recognize the boy behind it, with his ocean eyes and messy curls.

"you took me home?" the questions comes out more like a demand, and ao'nung chuckles at your tone.

"not like that, if that's what you're thinking," he starts, handing you some advil and a glass of water. "for the headache," he adds, quietly.

"i was gonna call an uber for you but you were so adamant on being a broke college girl and how you didn't wanna blow fifty bucks on a mile drive, and then you started going on about how you could sleep on the couch and there was no way in hell i was leaving you with the team—"

"oh my eywa," you groan, all your memories from the night before still foggy. "did i do anything embarrassing?"

"you're an amusing drunk, that's for sure," he laughs, recalling the few memories he remembers. "i let you change into a pair of sweats and my shirt. and then lo'ak called, he picked up tsireya and i let him know i was with you."

"oh, that's good," you nod, downing the glass of water. "remind me to never go drinking with you ever again."

"i'm a good drinking partner! i got you home safe, didn't i?"

"sorry, does this look like my apartment to you?"

"you get the point," he scoffs teasingly, about to head back out of his room. "i made breakfast, bring your lazy bum out whenever you feel like it."

"mkay." you smile at him before he leaves and shuts the door, leaving you to observe his room.

it's plain, for the most part, definitely a minimalistic style and exactly what you expected (not that you were thinking of being in his room). the walls were a comforting color grey, and his sheets felt as soft as ever. there was a simple closet with a desk next to it, and you smile as the peaceful quiet of the room, and how the window is slightly open, noises from outside heard and sunlight pouring in through the cracks of the curtains.

after looking around you grab your phone that was laying atop the table, texting your friends to ensure that you were alright. you walk down the hall, following the smell of food and locating the kitchen, finally realizing ao'nung's appearance.

he's near the stove, cooking tool in hand and flipping over some pancakes. it's not that what grabs your attention, however, because your eyes quickly drop to his toned torso, uncovered and tan. you almost gape at realizing how fit he is, counting one, two, three, four, five six—

"take a picture, it'll last longer."

you turn red, eyes widening apologetically. "i didn't mean- i mean i meant- fuck what i-"

"i'm messing with you," he laughs, the sound booming throughout the room and it's so contagious, you chuckle yourself. "i'm cooking some more pancakes, i put your plate on the table. and i hope you like orange juice, that's the only thing i had in the fridge."

"it's more than enough, thank you, really." you're more than grateful and unsure of how to demonstrate it, with him just meeting you and yet letting you sleep in his own bed, in his own clothes, eating his food, in his kitchen.

"tsireya would kick my ass if she knew i left a girl alone at a party like that. especially in your state and you being her friend." ao'nung picks up on what you're feeling, and you're somewhat surprised at how well he's able to read you.

it almost makes you feel special, that you were the girl he took home last night, when you go quiet and shove a bite of the pancake into your mouth and start to wonder if you aren't the only girl he's done this with.

"what're you thinking about?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, slightly muffled behind his hand as he covers his mouth full of food. he leans back in his chair, giving you quite the show, and you blush again at the sight.

"nothing." you shake your head with a soft voice, smiling politely and taking another bite.

"c'mon, it's not nice to lie to someone who gave up their bed for you." he smiles, and you melt just a tad at the pearly whites he flashes.

"just wondering how many girls you do this with, that's all." you finally admit, trying to play it off casually, but the pink that dusts your cheek most likely gives you away.

"don't think i've had a girl in here for breakfast who wasn't tsireya in the past few months except you, sweetheart." the nickname falls so naturally off his tongue, and he falters, realizing you aren't part of some fantasy he can't let go of.

he recovers though, before you can even realize.

you're too flustered to notice the cracks in his armor, or to notice he's putting up any defenses at all. you can't tell what he's playing at, or what he's working towards. part of you wants to suspect that he's playing at some game, maybe, but you're unsure of just what.

what you don't realize, however, is that the game is you.

FUN FACTS !

— y/n used to have a crush on neteyam when they were younger

— kiri's a little skeptical of y/n going home with ao'nung but she hasn't said anything about it

— ao'nung was telling the truth about girls in his apartment, the last time someone was in there was when ivy came in there for the rainy night

[🏷️ ; taglist. / open ] @loaksbitch @8resa @n7ytiri @yukichan67 @dearstell @netemoon @halibanana @aonungmyaddiction @teyums @lightskinloak @ipoopedmypants47 @aonungmybf @wenvierismycomfort @il0veheartz @syulangg @chittakii @jjkclub

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arsenicbluebell · 1 year

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Idk if ur taking requests, but if you AREEE, i’d like to request Sally face x Dyslexic!Fem!reader? If it’s okay w u :))

Yes I am taking requests, and TYSM FOR BEING THE FIRST ONE TO REQUEST :]]] I hope you have a lovely day <33333 but I didn't know if you wanted just sal or the whole gang so I'm doing that- Todd's gonna be platonic since he's gay, enjoy<3

SallyFace x Dyslexic!Fem!Reader

Sal Fisher

You two were assigned to read a book for history, and he noticed that you took discomfort

You guys planned to read the chapters at his apartment, to try and make it easier

He noticed that you would have to take a break from reading every few minutes, he asked you about it

You told him that the words didn't make sense to you and that you got a headache when you tried to read the book

He got you some ibuprofen to ease gour headache and then read the chapters to you, as you laid on his bed while he sat next to you

He started doing this alot, every time you wanted to read a book he'd offer to read it to you, since audio books weren't easily accessible in the 80's-90's

He'd also share his notes with you after class if you guys had to read something in class

Larry Johnson

You two were in his room, Larry was showing you one of his latest painting, it was covered in letters and words and sentances

He asked you what you thought of them, but you couldn't give him an answer, the words didn't make sense to you, and it was hard to ignore them since they were all over the painting

He asked you if you wanted him to read it, not prying any further

You accepted his offer and then he started reading for you,

Sometimes, when he notices you looking at things like posters or words on a soda bottle, he'll read them

He pretends that he just likes reading outloud, but you both know that's a lie

Ashley Campbell

You guys had to write an essay for English class for homework

You both went to the park to write it, to share notes and ideas

And to also occasionally play on the playset

She looked at your notes and they made no sense, the letters were scrambled and didn't look like letters

She asked you about it, being a bit more pushy than the others until she got you to say what was the matter

You told her that you had dyslexia, she doesn't know a lot about it, so she asked you to tell her about it

After that, she asked you to lay on her lap as she sat cross legged

You did, feeling your cheeks warm up a bit. She took your notebook and used you as a hard surface to write on

She asked you to say what you wanted her to write in the essay, you told her every last word as she wrote it down, occasionally ruffling your hair as you laid there

Todd Morrison

You guys were reading up on the paranormal while taking notes to try and find out what was going on in Nockfell

When you saw the pile of books, you got visibly uncomfortable

He asked you what was wrong, you were probably the most comfortable with Todd because he looked at things from a logical point of view, keeping his emotions aside to try and help, so you knew he wouldn't judge you

You told him you had dyslexia and he understood, telling you he's read about it

He left the room for a second, getting you some advil and water incase you decided to read and got a headache

He looked up the book on the internet and then pasted it into Google translate and clicked the sound button, to read it outloud as he took notes

He also didn't want you to feel completely useless, so he gave you some photos of some paranormal stuff the group caught on camera and asked you to pick out what you saw, since the photo was blurry

Hoped you liked it!! Have a wonderful day! And if I got some things wrong, please tell me! I don't want to spread misinformation

#sallyface #sally face fandom #sally face #ashley campbell #larry johnson #sallyface x reader #larry x reader #nockfell #sal fisher #salfxsher #todd morrison #ash x reader #dyslexic

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cassandras-blogg · 4 years

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"Swallowing Courage”

(Danny Wagner X Sam Kiszka)

CHAPTER THREE - THE EPIPHANY Author's Note: VERY sorry it took so long, I have been super busy but here we go! Comment, tell me what you think. Warnings: Dry humping, intense touching, some sex talk, denial of sexuality (a reoccurring theme in this story).

Danny had asked Sam to come over earlier when he was high on endorphins and dopamine from the experimental kissing. The words "Why don't you come over later?" came from a place inside of him that he still did not understand. He sighed and sat down in his living room and began to contemplate different ideas of how he could ditch Sam or convince him today was not a good day to come over. Then the possibilities of what could happen if Sam came over later began to surface in his mind. Considering these possibilities quickly turned into fantasizing about Sam's lips and his kisses. Danny knew he wanted more, but he was trying his hardest not to think about it. There was no time for daydreaming about Sam, no time to be indecisive, especially if he was actually going to be seeing him within an hour. At this point, he felt that there was no going back, even if he did decide to cancel on Sam he knew he would have to face this feeling eventually. Danny decided to take an extra long shower so he could make sure he was completely clean. He left the conditioner in his hair for longer than usual and took his time rinsing the top layer of his skin. Once he became used to the temperature of the water he twisted the shower handle and made the water warmer. The heat irritated the blisters that were already on his hands which created a new burning sensation. After that Danny decided enough was enough and turned off the water. He attempted to soothe the pain in his hands with cheap lotion and a few liquid Advil’s he found in on his desk. Danny noticed the scattered mess on his desk and became very aware of how messy his room looked. After taking in the scenery, he started to pick up all the laundry off of his floor. Then he began to pick up anything random like chargers, papers, shoes, and bracelets he had on the ground. Danny shoved most of this stuff in the closet or under his bed so the mess could be out of sight.

”Danny! Get down here.” Mrs. Wagner called from downstairs. ”Coming.” Danny answered. He took one last look in the mirror and then he quickly made his way down the stairs.

“Sam was at the door.” Mrs. Wagner sighed. His heart stopped, Sam decided to come by earlier than expected. ”Good-Oh wait, was? Where is he now?” Danny asked. ”Gone. Your friends can’t just come over whenever they want. Your grades have been dropping, and you need to bring them up. I’m really being serious about that. I told Sam he can come another day.” Mrs. Wagner replied. Danny wanted to argue with his mom but he knew this was going to be a losing battle. ”Okay. I’m sorry.” Danny said turning around ready to go back up the stairs. ”Seriously. Get your grades up, Danny. You really need to stop slacking. It’s your last year of high school. Then it’s all over!” Mrs. Wagner said. Danny didn’t bother replying to her because he has heard her say this countless times in the past few weeks. This was unusual because Danny usually had great grades. This year was a different story. He really wanted to have the motivation to care about school, but he just couldn’t bring himself to complete assignments lately. Once Danny made it back up the stairs he stood in the door of his room and stared at his newly cleaned space. He climbed into his bed and grabbed his phone, preparing to text Sam his own explanation. Then he heard a knock at his window. He practically rolled off the bed and then lifted his head and saw Sam kneeled behind the window with a plastic bag on his shoulder. Danny quietly slid his window open and Sam swung one leg into his room. He put all of his weight onto this one leg, which knocked over a cup of pens on Danny’s desk.

”Shhh!” Danny whispered and glanced up at Sam with wide eyes. “Here I’ll help you. Give me your hand.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth. Then grabbed Danny’s hand and quietly finished climbing his way into the room. Danny immediately knew something was wrong because the texture of Sam’s hand felt different. He looked down and unclasped their hands and saw a few uneven cuts over the palm of Sam’s hand. Looking at his own hand he saw little specks of Sam’s blood on his palm. His eyes trailed up to Sam’s wrist and his arms and he saw that there were bright red jagged cuts over his arms and a few on his legs.

”What happened to you?” Danny gasped. Sam’s skin looking ruined like that left him in disbelief. It was usually super smooth and flawless, now it was covered in red scratches. ”Oh. Well. I wanted to get you this Aloe Vera plant, for helping your hands heal. It is an indoor-grown plant, I stole it from my neighbors because they are on vacation skiing or something. But there is this fence in front of their house, and well to get the plant I had to climb through a barbed-wire fence.” Sam explained putting his arms out exposing all the scratches and cuts from the fence. ”Why did you do that?? You could have gotten me this bottled at the store!” ”That stuff in the store is fake Danny. Fresh Aloe vera is better, it's hard to find in the winter so I took the opportunity to steal it for you. Like I said I uh, thought the gel from the plant would help the swelling and the redness in your hands. I extracted the gel and put it in this.” Sam said pulling out a small mason jar from the plastic bag that he brought. Danny and no words. Sam went through all that pain and discomfort just to get him this plant.

”These cuts could get infected. You seriously hurt yourself Sam. You didn’t have to do this. Don’t ever do something like this for me ever again.” Danny said placing his hands on Sam's shoulders. ”It’s only little scratches. I swear I’m okay. Are you seriously mad at me?” Sam asked. Danny was a little bit mad at Sam because he hurt himself. At the same time, his heart felt overwhelmed with warmth and his mind was consumed with admiration for Sam. ”I'm just mad that you got hurt.” Danny said. ”I’m alright, I didn’t mean to get hurt but I sorta stumbled across the fence. It only hurts a little bit, but I will be okay. I’m not a baby.” Sam said. Danny looked at Sam’s arms again and his stomach felt uneasy. Then he stood up and walked to his bathroom without saying a word. There he gathered rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, band-aids, and a warm face towel. Once Danny finished assembling his first aid kit, he walked over to Sam and sat his supplies down next to him.

”Oh fuck that.” Sam said backing away from Danny. ”What?” Danny asked. ”That rubbing alcohol is gonna fucking burn! These cuts are fresh.” Sam gasped. ”We have to clean it. Come on! Now you are acting like a baby. Please?” Danny tried to tease but his serious pleading tone overpowered his attempt to tease. ”Really? Ugh. This sucks. You suck.” Sam complained and hesitated before he moved closer to Danny’s side. ”How about next time don’t go around stealing random shit for me that I don’t need.” Danny said pressing the alcohol-soaked cotton to Sam’s skin. ”AHH- IT - It wasn’t random! And you do need it! Stop, ouch! It hurts Danny, it feels painful and not in a good way.” Sam said pulling his arm away. ”Not in a good way? When does pain ever feel good?” Danny questioned while continuing to clean Sam’s wounds. ”Well uh, during sex it can feel good sometimes. Not like serious physical pain. More like when a guy slaps your ass hard or pulls your hair. It hurts a little bit at first but in the end it's fucking amazing.” Sam said maintaining his eye contact with Danny. Danny could not believe where this conversation was going. He had never talked about his sexual encounters with other guys before. Maybe he thought Danny wouldn't want to hear about it, but the reality was that Danny was incredibly fascinated and it was starting to turn him on.

”Okay. I see. When did you find out what you're into sexually? With guys?” Danny asked looking away from Sam while continuing to clean his wounds. ”After my first time I guess, it could have really gone bad. But it didn't, he really wanted to explore with me and make sure I found out what I liked before we moved forward. Kinda like what I'm doing with you. I’m getting with you because I don't want you to get with some random guy who doesn't give a shit about what you want in bed.” Sam said. Danny immediately stopped touching Sam’s arm and locked eyes with him once again. ”I am not having sex with you.” Danny whispered loudly. He really wanted to shout, but before he did that he remembered that his parents would hear. ”You said you wanted to ”explore” Danny. That word suggests that you were thinking of having sex eventually.” Sam shrugged. ”No. No! It means like kissing, touching, and maybe like a handjob but that's as far as I'm willing to go.” Danny said.

He couldn't believe how far Sam was willing to go with him. Sam had just completely thrown Danny’s original intentions of exploring out the window and opened up a new rooftop of possibilities.

”Wow. So by the end of all this, ”maybe a handjob” is gonna be our grand finale? How epic.” Sam said. He held back a laugh and laid his head down on Danny’s pillow. ”Don’t lay down. I’m not done.” Danny said pressing the warm washcloth over Sam’s sensitive skin. ”It’s good enough. I'm good. Now your turn. I didn’t steal this for nothing.” Sam said reaching for the aloe vera again and breaking it open. He scooped up the gel on his fingers and smoothed it over Danny’s blistered hands. Sam’s touches were very gentle. He effortlessly glided his hands over Danny’s with the soothing gel. Taking his time moving from the back of his hand to the palm of his hands. Danny's breathing quickly became irregular. He became noticeably flustered and almost went into fight or flight mode, but he stayed put underneath Sam's touch.. Once this feeling became too much to handle, Danny quickly looked at Sam’s arms interrupted with, ”I think you need this aloe vera more than I do now.” He turned away from Sam and grabbed the little jar sitting next to them. Danny dipped his free hand in the aloe vera and smoothed it over Sam’s arm. ”That feels nice.” Sam smiled, letting go of Danny’s other hand. ”Can you put some right here?” He asked pointing to the huge scratch on his thigh. Danny had not touched there yet, because it was near his inner thigh and he didn't want to get too close. Now Sam was taking the initiative and asking Danny to touch him there. ”Sure.” Danny breathed out heavily and placed his hand on the top of Sam’s leg. Then he slowly moved his hand between his legs and gently massaged the area. Danny felt the bed move underneath him and noticed that one of Sam’s fists curled up and started to grip the bedding underneath them. ”Are you? Are you getting turned on or something?” Danny asked lifting his hand off of Sam’s thigh. ”Yeah. Sort of. It's a sensitive area. Look see, isn't it?” Sam asked moving his hand to Danny’s inner thigh. "Oh!" Danny let out a sharp gasp, but he didn't move away from Sam's hand and continued to let him touch him there. At first, he started with rubbing small circles lightly, then he slowly began to add more pressure. The bulge in Danny's pants started to grow larger and he started leaning into Sam's fingertips that were pressing into his skin. Sam reached out his hand and slightly hesitated before placing his fingers on top of Danny's bulge. "Well, now we are both getting turned on."

Sam’s voice oozed with confidence, but his complexion started to turn a light pink shade of pink once he started feeling and outlining Danny’s clothed dick with his fingers. Danny felt frozen in place like a statue. He really didn't know what to do except sit back and feel the pressure of Sam’s hand rubbing over his fully clothed hardening dick. Danny took deep breaths and tried to hold himself back from becoming more aroused than he already was. ”Does this feel good Danny?” Sam asked moving his hand faster. ”Yeah, Yes! It hurts a little though because I'm wearing jeans.” Danny sighed looking down at his pants. He looked back up at Sam, and they stared at each other for a few extra seconds. Then Sam moved closer to Danny and quickly stuck his hand inside his jeans and cupped Danny’s dick over the thin underwear he was wearing. ”Oh my goodness.” Danny exhaled and turned his head the side. He knew that he should have stopped Sam in his tracks, but it felt too good for Danny to say no at that moment. Danny gently moved his body upward, wanting more of Sam’s touch. It was not long before he felt himself relaxing into Sam’s hand, and no more worries were coming between them. He was only aware of Sam’s hand and the feeling of himself getting harder by the second.

”Your hand. Feels. Really. Good.” Danny sighed. Sam felt accomplished because he didn't even touch his dick with his bare hand yet, and he was getting this kind of reaction out of Danny. ”I can make it feel better than that.” Sam moved on top of Danny and started rubbing his hard on against Danny’s thigh. Sam lifted his head and crawled closer to Danny’s face using his elbows. Then he leaned down and kissed his lips.

Danny responded with a kiss and slow upward movements, his hips moved in steady motion pressing his aching bulge into Sam’s lower body. ”Oh my god. I'm so hard.” Danny gasped gripping the sides of Sam’s ribcage. ”Fuck. Me too Danny.” Sam said rocking himself back and forth against Danny. Once Sam increased the intensity of the rocking motions,

Danny wrapped his arms around his shoulders pulled Sam into a tight embrace. After that, he heard Sam’s breathing in his ear and felt both of their hearts rapidly beating against his chest. ”Keep going Danny.” Sam sighed and started moving his hands up underneath Danny’s back and pressed his fingertips into his shoulders. Danny groaned and started to firmly grind up against Sam’s crotch. "Oh, holy shit." Sam moaned quietly and then gave Danny a lustful look before staring down at his lips. Danny noticed the look in his eyes and prepared himself to be attacked and kissed everywhere. Sam paused, then leaned down and softly kissed his cheek instead. He barely used any pressure and it was the most gentle kiss he had ever received from him. This pause and the little kiss on the cheek snapped Danny back into his usual fear-driven thinking mode. Right as he was going to tell Sam to stop, he felt fingertips gripping the waistband of his underwear.

The initial feeling of Sam’s knuckles against his stomach sent a wave of shock to Danny’s brain. He flinched and smacked Sam’s had away automatically.

”What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asked sitting up on the bed, moving away from his previous position of straddling Danny. ”I’m uh. I’m gonna need you to leave okay?” Danny said looking away from Sam's gaze. ”What? Why?” Sam asked back moving towards Danny so he could find his hand and hold it. He squeezed Danny’s hand tightly and rubbed his hand with his thumb. ”This is. It’s a lot. It's too much for me, Sam I need you to go now.” Danny said avoiding Sam’s intense eye contact and trying to ignore this strong grasp on his hand. ”I really don't want to leave you alone. Can I just be here for you?” Sam asked gripping Danny's hand a little bit tighter. ”No you can't. And stop doing that! I don't want to hold your hand right now.” Danny said taking his hand away from Sam and drawing his arms back to his sides. ”Oh. Okay. I’m sorry Danny. I’ll go but, I want to know what I did wrong. So you know, I don't do it again next time.” Sam said quietly. ”I really don't want to talk to you right now. Can you just go? Please.” Danny said in a hushed voice, lifting his head and looking up into Sam’s shiny disappointed eyes. ”If you could just tell me what I did wrong, then we could-” Sam started to speak, but Danny's voice’s cut him off. ”Please get out Sam.” Danny whispered loudly. ”Okay I will. I will. I’m sorry Danny.” Sam said slowly moving off of the bed. Sam looked so sad and hurt, it made Danny think about taking back everything he just said. He didn't say anything though, Danny watched Sam slowly climb back out of his window and give him one last glance before he disappeared away from Danny’s sight.

Danny watched Sam walked away from his house and made his way down the street. Danny felt dizzy and disoriented, he stumbled back over to his bed and threw his body on the mattress. He could feel his heart beating in his ear, and he felt like his lungs had no access to any air. The dry humping and the kiss on the cheek lead Danny into an epiphany, and now he was spiraling alone with himself in the stillness and silence of his bedroom. The epiphany being his interaction with Sam today, it was proof that he liked guys. He did not need to explore any further, Danny just knew at that moment that he liked guys and there was no going back from that. He suddenly felt stupid and ignorant. Mad at himself for not realizing his sexuality sooner, for repressing so many feelings, and for lying to himself so many times throughout his life. He was also mad at himself for telling Sam to leave and not stopping him from going. Danny’s mind raced the entire night and he started to question and wonder who he really was on the inside. The only thing Danny was sure of was that Sam made him feel a certain type of way and uncovered parts of himself that he never knew existed. Danny allowed himself to float into an abyss of uncertainty for the rest of the evening.

END OF CHAPTER THREE - Do not worry everyone there is more action ahead, Sam and Danny are meant to be together in the end, but they will struggle along the way. I will be putting more work into the fic, and I have the rest of the chapters planned out in my head sooo enjoy the ride.Chapter 4 WILL COME SOONER than later.

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