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banannabethchase · 4 months

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If You Want Me Too (Let's Make a Move) - also on AO3

Anna's trying to steal Danny's blanket, and they only cut it out when someone walks in: Eddie.

For December prompt challenge day 19: sharing blankets. I went…a bit off the rails with this one. Title from Kiss You by One Direction.

“Scoot over.”

Danny opens a bleary eye to see Anna with her hands on her hips glaring down at him. “Excuse me?” he mumbles.

“I’m cold.” Anna doesn’t wait for him to respond – she drops down onto the floor next to Danny and yanks the blanket.

Danny yelps as the rush of cold air hits him. “I was asleep, you asshole!” He grabs at the blanket, but it’s too late. Anna’s grip is iron. “Get your own fucking blanket!”

“Yours is bigger,” she replies, like it makes any sense, and scoots up behind him. She sighs, sounding infuriatingly comfortable. “Oh, that’s better.”

“Why do you get to be big spoon?” Danny grumbles, but he grabs Anna’s arm and wraps it more tightly around his waist. At the very least, she is making him warmer. A little.

Anna scoffs. “Get to be,” she says, burying her face in his neck. “This is a service to you, you big brat.”

“Me?!” Danny rolls over, finding himself nose to nose with Anna. “I saw how annoying you were with Kris the other day. I am not the big brat here.”

“You were practically presenting to Eddie when you had the match with him earlier tonight,” she says, and isn’t it so fucking infuriating that she doesn’t even respond to his goading. “Oh, Eddie,” and it takes a second to realize that it’s an attempt to mock him, “let me dance on you so that you’ll notice me.”

“Was – was that voice supposed to be me?” He shoves at her with his foot and takes the blanket back, rolling himself up like a burrito. “You suck. Go away.”

“Give me back your blanket!”

They’re wailing on each other, as much as Danny can with his arms and legs tied up in the blanket, when the door swings open.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Eddie,” he says, trying to carefully extricate himself out of the trap he’s got himself in. He flops off of Anna, without an ounce of grace. “Hey.”

“What,” Eddie says again, adjusting his hat, “the fuck is going on?”

“Anna stole my blanket,” Danny says, shimmying out of it.

“Really?” Eddie asks, looking pointedly where Danny’s still sitting in the pool of blanket around him. “Looks like you refused to share.”

“I –”

Anna starts cackling in the corner. “Alright, I’m good now.” The way she stands up is like a dance move, and Danny kind of wants to kill her for how much more suave she looks than him. “That was more than worth it. See you later.” She throws a wink Danny’s way and prances out the door.

Danny looks up at Eddie as he stands. “Here for a rematch or something?”

Eddie laughs, and Danny is, as always, very distracted by the way it crinkles his eyes. “You wanna fight me again?”

Danny shrugs, trying to fight the urge to curl in on himself. “If I gotta.”

“You’re cute,” Eddie says. When Danny lifts his head, Eddie’s closer. Much closer. “Wanted to ask you to dinner, you dumbass.”

“I – really?” Danny has a bunch of retorts locked and loaded for any time, but they fail him.

Eddie nods and reaches out, running a thumb along Danny’s jaw. “Yeah, really.” His smile is gentler than Danny had thought him capable of.

Danny flickers his eyes around the room. It’s still empty, and Anna had closed the door behind her. “I thought we didn’t – do that.” He presses his lips together.

“You never seemed to want to,” Eddie says. “But you, uh. You got kinda flirty in the ring.” He licks his lips. “Those dance moves seemed to give away more than anything I could do.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You were, like, taunting me.” He meets Eddie’s eyes, and can’t fight the smile. “What else was I gonna do?”

Eddie reaches out and grabs Danny by the waist, pulling him in. “Whattaya say?” Eddie murmurs, eyes flicking down to Danny’s lips. “Dinner. You and me.”

Danny nods. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah, let’s get dinner.” He looks up, and Eddie’s eyes are soft as he gazes down. “Um.”

Eddie frowns. If Danny didn’t know better, he’d call the shadow behind his eyes hesitation. “Reconsidering?”

Danny shakes his head. “Just – I want to know if this means we’re like. Dating. For real.”

Eddie studies his face. “You sayin’ you wanna date for real?”

Danny juts out his chin. “Do you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Did not,” Danny says. “I asked you first.”

Eddie grins. “Guess you did.” He sighs. “As long as it’s what you want.”

“As long as – you think I don’t want to?” Danny rolls his eyes. “God. Of course I want to.”

“Really,” Eddie says. “I’ll be damned. Okay.” He ruffles Danny’s hair, and it’s less annoying than when Magic or Anna or Ange do it. “Let’s go on a date to dinner.”

“You wanna go now?”

Eddie licks his lips. “I mean, soon. I got an idea for an appetizer.” He leans in and kisses Danny, not hard, but definitely not soft, and it makes his legs feel a little like jello. He hums against Eddie’s lips, slipping his hand up to steal his hat.

“Hey!”

Danny grins up at him. “If we’re officially dating,” he says, “then I get to steal your clothes.”

Eddie’s eyes shift. “Oh. That’s what it is, huh?” He pushes Danny up against the wall. “Want me to make a claim on you, huh?”

Danny swallows. That hadn’t been his intention, really, but he’s definitely on board. With Eddie’s eyes burning into him, he nods.

Eddie leans in, biting at Danny’s lip before kissing him so deeply Danny’s brain starts to fizz. Eddie grabs at his leg and hikes it around his hip before sliding his lips down Danny’s neck and latching teeth.

Danny gasps. “Jesus,” he chokes out. “You weren’t kidding.”

Eddie licks across the new bruise, gentle, and pulls back. “Never do, baby.” He presses another kiss to Danny’s lips, almost chaste, and pulls away. He reaches out and presses his fingers against what Danny knows will be a slowly purpling bruise. “That claim enough?”

Danny nods. “Yeah,” he says, and he even sounds breathless. He reaches up and touches, shivering at the tiny ache that blooms when he presses down. “Let’s go get dinner.”

Mini Playlist: Murder Train - The Foreskins (the Murder Twins deserve a theme song okay) All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey Kiss You - One Direction Love You a Little Bit - Tanner Adell

#EddieDanny #Danny and Anna deserve to cause chaos and be horrible together #As treats #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #december prompt challenge 2023

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eddiekinkston · 6 months

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Daniel garcia’s hair fluff and I’m thinking about him and Eddie and Eddie ruffling his hair and commenting on the fact that it’s getting long and shaggy and how scrappy he looks alright eating sand now

#eddiedanny #help

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daphne-minor · 2 months

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After Blood and Guts ‘22 + "tired"

Eddie sighs like he has suffered from Danny’s bullshit for a hundred years.

“I don’t see -“ He’s interrupted by Eddie’s finger on his lips.

“Please, just shut up,” he says. Danny glowers. Eddie pats his cheek. “I’m gonna fix up this mess you have going on, so try not to piss me off and maybe I’ll touch your dick.”

“Uhhh,” Danny says, because he is very smart. Eddie winks at him, and he’s pretty sure he gets actively dumber. He is very tired and in more than a little pain, and somehow overwhelmingly interested in what his tongue would feel like in Eddie’s mouth.

#EddieDanny #my fic #ask box

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dunkzillla · 3 months

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gonna go with a classic - diner AU!

been thinking a lot about eddie/danny lately so have eddiedanny diner au !!

— danny works the overnight shift at the diner once he’s done with his classes because he needs the money and it’s good for his schedule. it’s usually very quiet, the patrons mostly being truckers stopping to get coffee and food before heading back out on the road.

— eddie’s just gone through a messy break up (claudio, that’s a whole other issue) and hasn’t been sleeping well, he stumbles across the diner while out for a walk one night and goes in for coffee. it ends up being a reoccurring thing. eddie swears it’s because the coffee is good and they have football on the tv, and not because there’s a hot guy pouring him a new cup every time his gets low.

— danny has a thing for baking, and uses the diner to test out new recipes and hand them out as freebies. once eddie starts coming around regularly, he becomes his official taste tester.

— after a month of eating danny’s baked goods, eddie jokes that he’s ‘going to lose his figure’ if he keeps it up, to which danny instantly tells eddie how hot he is, and then awkwardly tries to explain himself, but all that comes out is more word vomit about how attractive eddie is.

— after two months, eddie realises that he’s not going to the diner to cure sleepless nights anymore, he’s going solely to see danny. and that he doesn’t want to stop, so he doesn’t. It takes him another month to pick up the courage to ask him on a date, to which danny replies “I thought you’d never ask”

#thank you Sarah!!!#im sorry if this is all janky #I’m a little rusty still!!!#asked #answered #sarahcakes613 #eddie kingston x daniel garcia

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evilhausen · 23 days

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remember when we had cmjf and hookhausen and sonny kiss and regalbcc and bryandanny and pentorange and eddiedanny and aminataskye and death triangle was there

#swerve strickland and toni storm are all that are keeping me alive in aew rn. girl help

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joeyvotto · 1 year

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thinking abt the yutadanny baseball au i was gonna write for wrestlebang that was originally eddiedanny but ended up not doing either as i spontaneously decided to transfer colleges

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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Christmas Gift

December Prompt Challenge day 5: Christmas books

I bit off more than I can chew with this challenge and now I'm going to be publishing like 7-10 fic(let)s a week HELP

“Open it.”

Eddie blinks as he takes the gift from Danny’s hands. “You got me a Christmas gift?”

Danny shrugs and resists the urge to take the gift back and run out of there. “Yeah? And?”

Eddie’s smile is unfairly gentle. “I just think it’s sweet.” He catches Danny by the jaw. “Look at me, baby. Thank you.”

Danny presses his lips together. “You can open it.” He watches silently as Eddie peels open the wrapping paper, more delicately than he’d expected.

“It’s a book,” Eddie says. He’s not frowning, exactly, but he looks confused.

“Olive the Other Reindeer,” Danny explains. “It was my favorite as a kid. I couldn’t think of what would be a good Christmas gift for you, so I figured…” He trails off.

“This is adorable,” Eddie says. “Fuck. I forget just how sweet you can be.” He glances up and down the hallway then hauls Danny in by the waist to kiss him. It’s head spinning and spine tingling, reaching all the way down to Danny’s toes.

“I was gonna put a bow on my ass and call it a day, but I figured the book was better,” Danny says when they finally pull apart. He smiles.

“Yeah? I’ll take that too.” Eddie lets him go enough to slap him on the ass. “Come to my hotel tonight, after the show. I’ll give you your gift then.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Is the gift your dick with a bow on it?”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs. It’s so goddamned pretty Danny forgets for a minute that he’s not allowed to fall in love with Eddie. “Nah, baby. I got something better.”

Danny scoffs before he can stop himself. “Doubt it.”

“Now you’re just being cute.” Eddie leans in and kisses Danny again, quick and sweet this time, and pulls back. “I’ll see you later.”

Danny watches him walk away, and begins to wonder if he could wear mistletoe as a belt.

#EddieDanny #Hello this is pure fluff #And now I have too many words expected for December #I think in January I'm going to do a longfic again just to recover from NaNoWriMo November and Challenge December #I am naught but a fool and I never learn #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #december prompt challenge 2023

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banannabethchase · 10 months

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"You're going to wish you didn't do that." "Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be glad I did." Eddie/Danny (bonus points for making this as filthy as you've ever made anything)

Dig Your Claws into My Heart - also on AO3

Danny and Sammy win their tag match, but Eddie wasn't there to watch it. Or so Danny thinks.

Oh boy finding this ask was like pulling teeth. But hah! The ask is found, the fic is done, and my brain is soup. Title from Claws by Kim Petras.

Danny is bored.

“Stop fidgeting,” Anna says, shoving him. “You keep getting in my space.”

“You could move,” he snaps back at her. “There’s so much space in this locker room.”

“Oh, I could move?” she asks. She shoves him harder, and he’s only slightly surprised when he slides a foot across the bench and almost falls over. “I was here first, and you’re being all bitchy because you’re bored or something.”

Danny stands up. “Alright, your majesty.”

“Hey!” Anna says, kicking at his shins as Danny dances around her feet. “I slay the majesties.”

“And that outfit, by the way,” Danny says. “That dark pink is a good color on you.”

Anna frowns, then blinks. “Um. Thanks. Somehow.” She calms immediately, replaced by confusion. “Now leave me alone. I need to gear up so I can go annoy Skye later.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Or, you know, you could ask her out.”

Anna turns bright red, and Danny laughs as he practically skips away. He slides into a quiet corner, and facetimes Eddie once he’s sure he’s alone.

“Hey, pretty baby, what’s up?” Eddie asks. “Aw, shit, your face is all pinched. What’s the deal?”

“It’s not pinched!” Danny says, checking himself in the camera. He can’t figure out what Eddie’s seeing. “Where are you? It’s super dark.”

Eddie chuckles. “I’ll tell you later. How was your match?”

“Amazing,” Danny says. He recounts the entire match, buzzing with the way Eddie smiles and nods and asks questions in the right places. “But you shouldn’t need to ask me,” Danny says. “You should have been here.”

“It’s not all about you.” Eddie’s eyes are stern.

“It should be.”

Eddie scoffs. “You keep that attitude up. See what happens.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re in New York, and then you’re in Japan, so you can’t do shit.” Danny folds his arms and sinks lower against the wall. “Maybe since you’re gone I’ll take Jericho up on his offer.”

Eddie laughs darkly, eyes harboring a dangerous sparkle, and it sends a spark up through Danny’s spine. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t do that.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be glad I did,” Danny fires back. “You’re hundreds of miles away.” He pauses. “Thousands? How far is Yonkers from Saskatoon?”

Eddie’s grin feels predatory, like Danny’s staring down the gaze of a shark. “Not sure,” he says. “How far is your hotel room from the venue?”

“Close,” Danny says. “I’m heading there now.” He pauses. “Why?”

Eddie sighs. “No reason. I’ll see you soon, pretty boy.” He blows a kiss. “Don’t get too bitchy without me.”

“No promises,” Danny replies, and he hangs up.

He does feel a little abandoned, maybe, that Eddie didn’t come to see his match tonight. They won and are going to the finals, but Eddie will be in Japan at that point. He’ll probably be too tired to even watch from an ocean away.

They’ll be apart for over a month, and Eddie couldn’t even be here for Danny’s last match before he leaves. Danny’s mood sours again so fast he can’t even keep up and he stomps back to the locker room.

“Who pissed in your Red Bull?” Daddy Magic asks, smacking his gum.

“I’m gonna need you to leave me alone right now,” Danny grumbles.

“Ooh, sorry,” Daddy Magic says. “I’m only your father, trying to help. You know I’m Daddy Magic because of you, right? I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t to take care of–”

Danny doesn’t hear the end of the sentence, because he’s turned on the shower.

He pouts as he packs, he stomps as he walks to the Lyft, and he glowers as the Lyft driver tries to make conversation. It doesn’t help, just makes him feel even more pathetic.

He gives the driver five stars and a forty percent tip for dealing with his attitude, and pairs the stomp back to his room with an even more powerful glare at no one in particular. He should have realized, as he swipes the key card to the door and drops his stuff, that the boots in the hallway didn’t belong to him.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” comes a low voice. A shiver slides down Danny’s spine. “Still in a bad mood?”

Danny’s torn – on one hand, he wants to leap into Eddie’s arms and curl up with him all night. On the other, he really is pissed that Eddie didn’t bring his ass to watch his match. “Yes,” Danny snaps. He leans against the wall, making it clear that he refuses to cross the room first.

“Any reason?”

Danny stares at him. “You – you’re that stupid?”

“Hey, watch it.”

“No!” Danny yells. “You said you weren’t gonna be here, for my last big match before you went to Japan, then you show up in my hotel room once it’s too late like it’s supposed to be all fine?!” He shakes his head. “Fuck that.” He wants to add and fuck you, but he can’t. He bites his lip. “It’s not fair.”

Eddie stands and walks toward Danny. He feels like a skittish puppy, with the way Eddie’s looking at him. Like he expects Danny to bolt. Maybe he should. “Danny,” Eddie says, and his gentle voice is enough to make Danny lift his head to meet Eddie’s eyes. “I’ve been here since 6pm tonight.”

“And you still didn’t make my match?!”

“Jesus – no, you fucking – Danny, I was there!” Eddie’s laughing, but Danny can’t decide if it’s kind or not. “I went to your match, I cheered you on. Hell, I even met with a reporter to gush about how much I’m looking forward to you leaving those fuckin’ JAS freaks so you can move on to your own thing.” He reaches out and grabs Danny by the waist, yanking him in. “Don’t you dare think I’m not here for you.”

Danny bites the inside of his cheek. “Why didn’t you come find me?” he asks, embarrassed at his own voice.

“I did,” Eddie says. “Hey, look at me.” Danny does, snapping back to Eddie’s eyes. He was trying to avoid this – he always gets so goddamned lost. “I tried to find you, but they didn’t want me bothering you or Mox.” He scoffs. “I think they were worried I was going to try and fuck up Claudio.”

Danny fidgets. “So you were there.”

“Of course I was there,” Eddie murmurs, sliding his hand up to cup Danny’s cheek. “And you had the balls to doubt me.” He pulls Danny in closer, so all Danny can breathe, see, smell is Eddie. “You’re such a goddamned dumbass sometimes, pretty boy.”

Danny tilts his head up to catch Eddie’s lips, and they kiss so sweetly for so long he feels like he’s in someone else’s life.

Eddie pulls back and Danny tries to chase his lips. “Hold on, baby, don’t get too excited.”

Danny deflates. “You have to go.” He takes a step back, nodding. “Yeah, I get that. Bye.”

“No – for the love of fuckin’ god, Danny.” Eddie takes off his hat and adjusts it, fidgeting. “Why are you always expecting me to leave?”

Danny shrugs.

“This isn’t a negotiation,” Eddie says. He grabs Danny’s shoulders and turns him so he’s looking at himself in the mirror hung by the bed. He can’t pull his eyes away from Eddie’s in the reflection. “Why are you always so ready for me to leave?”

Danny tries to look away, but Eddie tilts his head with his fingertips, and Danny doesn’t know how to refuse. “Because everybody does.”

Eddie sighs. “Do I look like everybody, baby?”

Danny shrugs again, and he’s pretty sure his shoulders will get stuck there.

Eddie sighs. “How do I help?” he asks. “This – I don’t know what this is, but I can tell it’s a problem.”

“It’s not a problem,” Danny replies. “I’m fine.”

“Sure you are.”

Thus begins the longest two hours of his life. Eddie psychoanalyzes every detail of Danny’s life without Danny having to say much at all. He knows Eddie’s a talker, but he never expected this approach from a man so entrenched in grudges from 2005 he’s still fighting his best friends.

“Look, kid, we all got abandonment issues, but you can’t take it out on everyone else. That’s how you end up like me.”

“Jesus, on your birthday? No wonder you have such a complex on big days.”

“If you ever call yourself ‘worthless’ again, I’m gonna feed you to Archer or something.”

Eddie finally stops talking, which Danny was beginning to think he wasn’t capable of, around 1:30 in the morning. Danny’s wrapped around him like an octopus, limbs linked with limbs.

“You asleep?”

“No,” Danny replies, snuggling into Eddie’s chest. “Just trying to recover from the 2 hours of therapy I was just subjected to.”

“It was talking,” Eddie says, a little laugh at the back of his words. “God, you’re weird.”

“You cried on a belt a few weeks back,” Danny replies. He yawns. “Which one of us is weird now?”

Eddie kisses his forehead. “Go to sleep, pretty boy.”

“Don’t wanna,” Danny mumbles. “You’re gonna be gone. Should stay up with you.”

“Go to sleep,” Eddie repeats, a little more firmly this time. “I’ll have my way with you in the morning.”

Danny’s giggle is drowsy, half lost to dreams. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Danny wakes up cozy warm, surrounded by Eddie. He snuggles back against him, and he’s very suddenly met with something long and hard against his ass.

He grins as his eyes open. He laces his fingers with Eddie’s on his stomach, then slowly twists his hips. Eddie makes a pleased noise, and pulls Danny closer. Danny circles his hips slowly, then pulls Eddie’s hand up to pull a finger into his mouth. If this doesn’t wake Eddie up, nothing will.

Eddie lets out a fascinating little moan, something Danny’s never heard from him. Danny grins.

“Morning,” he mumbles. “Waking up okay?” He twists again, and Eddie makes another sound.

“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that,” Eddie growls, hand splayed across Danny’s stomach.

“You said that yesterday, and now look where I am.” Danny grinds his ass back on Eddie’s dick, suddenly so desperate and so turned on he can barely see straight. “So I’m pretty sure I’ll be glad I did.”

Eddie rolls them over and presses Danny’s body to the bed. The weight presses Danny’s dick into the mattress, and it’s just enough to tease but nothing enough to mean anything. “Yeah?” Eddie breathes into Danny’s ear. “I could wreck you right here, right now, and you’d probably thank me for it, wouldn’t you.”

“Nah,” Danny gasps as Eddie grabs a handful of his ass. “You’ll be thanking me.”

Eddie’s laugh is cruel and beautiful as he lifts himself off of Danny. “You fuckin’ brat. There’s my boy.”

Danny shivers at the combination of insult and praise. He shifts, ass wiggling up in the air. “Don’t be all talk, Eddie,” Danny says. He tosses a pout over his shoulder at Eddie, who’s already pulling off the clothes he wore to bed.

“All talk,” Eddie scoffs. He reaches out and grabs Danny’s hips. “You have lube, right?”

“Of course I do! What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?” Danny says it without thinking about it. “I mean…” Danny turns around to see a wolfish grin on Eddie’s lips.

“Boyfriend?” he asks. “I mean, I’m a little old to be going with that term, but I’ll call you mine if you want.” He aims a quick swat at Danny’s ass. Danny’s pretty sure his muscles almost fall apart. Eddie runs his hand down Danny’s spine to hand on the back of his neck. “You wanna be mine?”

“Yes,” Danny gasps. “And if you don’t fuck me right now I might die.”

Eddie slides his hand back up Danny’s back to grab a handful of his ass and squeeze. All Danny can do is pray Eddie gets in him soon, because, after last night, every second is feeling like a decade. “I’ll be right back, pretty boy.” Danny feels Eddie’s lips at the base of his spine. “Don’t freak out on me.”

“I’m not gonna freak out.”

Danny meets Eddie’s eyes as he bends over and pulls the lube out of Danny’s backpack. “Really? What was last night then?”

“Last night was you being weird,” Danny replies. “Are you going to just leave me here or are you gonna do something about it?” He wiggles his ass.

Eddie shakes his head and smiles. “You keep taunting me. I need you to know that’s a bad idea.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, then,” Danny replies.

Eddie’s expression changes, and Danny’s dick somehow gets harder. “Yeah? Alright then.” He stands, lube in hand, and walks behind Danny again. It’s all he can do to not look around, to not ruin the surprise.

Danny gasps as he feels Eddie’s tongue slide against the cleft of his ass. “Oh, god.”

“Good?”

“Yes, fuck,” Danny says, trying to wiggle his hips back. Eddie holds him in place, though, sending a thrill up and down Danny’s spine he didn’t expect. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eddie chuckles. He spreads Danny open and dives his tongue in, and Danny exhales so completely he slides, face down, onto the bed.

“Oh, god,” he says into the comforter. He fists the comforter in his hands, desperate for more. He turns his head. “Eddie, fuck.”

“Good?” Eddie asks.

Danny nods, then remembers Eddie can’t see his face. “So good.” He falls into the sensation of Eddie’s tongue, of the shaking in his thighs, of Eddie’s fingers digging into his ass. He hopes for bruises, for marks, for Eddie to leave him so desperate and aching Danny rides him hard enough he can’t walk the next day. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, and isn’t cute about the way he eats Danny out, tongue diving in and dripping spit everywhere.

Eddie pulls away and Danny almost sobs with the loss. “No,” he half whimpers, “wait, no. Come back.”

“I’ll be back, baby, don’t worry.”

There’s the click of the cap and then the slick sounds of lube. “Oh, thank god.”

Eddie laughs. “I’m no god, pretty boy. But I’ll do my best.”

Danny feels less antsy once Eddie slides the first two fingers in, smooth and thick but not thick enough. He whines a little at the sensation. He’s never gone from nothing to two before, and it sets off a weird feeling of accomplishment.

“Look at you,” Eddie sighs. “Taking two right off the bat? That’s impressive.”

Danny can’t fight the smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“You look good when you shut up,” Eddie continues. He twists his fingers and Danny’s thighs shake. “I could keep you like this for hours, you know. Give you just enough to feel it, not even to get anywhere.” He shifts so he’s at Danny’s ear. “You’d know I was here, the whole time. But you wouldn’t come.”

Danny whines and pushes back against the fingers. “I could deal with that,” he lies, eyes rolling back in his head as Eddie’s fingers brush his prostate. “Long as you don’t leave.”

Eddie stills. “Shit, you mean that, don’t you.”

Danny freezes.

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie says, and his tone is completely different. “Danny, I’m not going anywhere.” He presses his lips to Danny’s back. “I swear. I ain’t leavin’.”

“Okay.” Danny’s voice is tiny, barely more than a whisper.

“Say you know,” Eddie says. “Danny. Say you know I’m never leaving.”

“You’re never leaving,” Danny answers, and tears prick the corners of his eyes. He shoves his face back into the comforter, unsure of when this became who he is. “You’re staying with me.”

“I’m staying with you,” Eddie says, and it feels like a promise.

There’s silence and stillness for longer than Danny wants. “Don’t stop,” Danny says. “I – I need you to fuck me, okay?”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” Eddie chuckles. “Just making sure you’re okay.”

“I am,” Danny says. “I’ll be better once your dick’s in me though.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Well, fuck. I guess I gotta take care of my pretty boy, huh.”

Danny manages to lift himself on shaky arms to look over his shoulder. Eddie’s gaze is soft and sweet, something Danny’s never seen from him before. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi,” Danny says. He almost tempted to look away.

Eddie scissors his fingers a little more, taking Danny down to his elbows again. Danny pants and gasps as Eddie slides in a third.

“Want you,” Danny demands through rough inhales. “Please, I’m ready.”

“Tell me again,” Eddie says. “What do you want?”

“You,” Danny whines. “Please, I – I need your cock, please.”

“That’s my pretty boy.”

Danny’s elbows give out as Eddie slides into him slowly. He lets out a drawn out, unending moan as Eddie bottoms out, shifting his hips to get used to it. “Oh, fuck, finally. Took you long enough.”

“Hey, there you are,” Eddie chuckles. “My bitchy boyfriend.”

A sensation of heat floods through Danny at that. He’s Eddie’s, he’s Eddie’s boyfriend. And Eddie promised to never leave. It’s more than he’s gotten from anyone before, even if it’s not real. “Yours,” Danny mumbles, and he gives in to the moment.

Eddie’s hands are even more soothing than his voice, sliding up and down Danny’s body as Eddie fucks him deep. On his hips, his back, his chest, his cock. Eddie surrounds him, and Danny’s never felt more known.

The fifth or sixth time Eddie’s hand slides around his cock, Danny moans. “Fuck, I’m close. Already, I’m close.” He doesn’t want it to be over.

“You can come, baby, we’ll do it all over again when I come back.” Eddie starts stroking him. “Yeah? I’ll call you every night like we’re in high school, talk you through opening yourself up on your fingers so you can pretend it’s me.”

Danny whines, fucking back against Eddie’s cock and forward into his fist. “Please,” he gasps. “Please, Eddie, I want to – I want to –” Words escape him as Eddie’s hand and body speed up.

“Yeah, do it,” Eddie says. “Come all over me, baby, show me how much you love this.”

Danny’s entire body tenses and comes harder than he has in his life. Each thrust from Eddie somehow matches the aftershocks, his mind somewhere in oblivion. He thinks, dazed, that he’d fall over if it weren’t for Eddie’s firm grip around his waist.

“Goddamned perfect,” Eddie growls, and then Danny feels Eddie come deep inside him. They still and freeze against each other. Danny thinks Eddie’s rested his head between his shoulder blades. He thinks he feels kisses there. He hopes he’s right. “You okay, baby?”

“Great,” Danny mumbles. “That’s just what I needed.”

Eddie slowly slides out of him and then rolls Danny over. “Hey there, pretty boy,” he says, studying Danny’s face. Danny’s mesmerized. “I’ll be right back, okay? Just need to make sure you don’t fall asleep all sticky.”

Danny sits up slowly. “Give me a second and maybe – maybe we could shower together?” The post sex haze has cleared away any of his insecurities, allowing him to ask for things he’d refused to admit he wanted.

Eddie’s smile turns soft again. “Of course. Come on.”

Danny’s dazed contentment lasts the whole shower, and, in the back of his mind, he remembers there are two flights today and Eddie doesn’t join him on either.

“Alright, what did you just start freaking out about?” Eddie fixes his eyebrows in the mirror. Danny feels strangely like he’s watching a home video. Like this is something he’s not supposed to see. “I can feel you having a moment from over here.”

Danny shrugs. “We both fly home tonight. But…not together.” He looks over at Eddie. “You’re going to Japan.”

Eddie pulls him in, a kiss to Danny’s forehead. “And I’ll think of you every goddamned second, okay?” He holds Danny close, and Danny breathes him in. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Danny tries to memorize the moment, something to hold onto while Eddie’s gone. “I know. But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, pretty boy.” He presses his lips to Danny’s forehead. It feels like less of a kiss and more of a claim. “But I’ll come right back to you.”

Danny nods, and lives the moment as long as it will last.

Mini Playlist: I Like It Rough - Lady Gaga Claws - Kim Petras Keep Riding Me - ur pretty Sanctified - The Veronicas

#EddieDanny #HELLO THIS IS SARAH'S FAULT #sarahcakes613 #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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12 eddie/danny as they're going through airport security

Confessional

12: Saying "I love you" in an unexpected moment (bonus: give me the unexpected moment)

"I got that, baby, don't worry." Eddie hauls up Danny's carryon like it's nothing, and Danny practically swoons.

"I love you," he says, before he can stop it.

Eddie freezes midway between his own carryon from the floor to the ramp. "Come again?"

"Nothing," Danny says. His face is hot. The TSA guy is gonna think he's got weed up his ass or something. Do they use mules for weed? He feels his heartrate speed up. "I didn't say anything."

Eddie's smile goes sweet as he drops the carryon on the ramp and then fit his shoes, cell phone, and rosary into the tray. "Yeah, you did."

Danny's heart flutters at the smile, and he's in a bit of a daze as he goes through security, staring at Eddie's back.

It's a whirl of bags and shoes as they pull their stuff to the bench behind security. Danny did not get frisked. He doesn't know how he got so lucky.

"Here," Eddie says quietly, pulling something out of the front pocket of his bag. "I was gonna wait until we were at the hotel, but you got all mushy in the security line."

He holds up a rosary in the same pattern as Eddie's, same colors. "I had my Ma pick it up for you." For the first time ever, Eddie looks shy. "You don't have to - "

"I love it," Danny whispers. He drapes it over his neck, holding the beads gently. "I love you." He won't deny it this time. He won't pretend it's a mistake.

"I love you too, pretty boy." He leans in and kisses Danny gently. "Let's go hop a plane and go on vacation and celebrate."

Danny grins and grabs Eddie's hand. "Sounds good to me."

#This is so schmoopy I'm sorry #I need happy smiley things lately my brain is broken #wtf I like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #EddieDanny #sarahcakes613

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banannabethchase · 11 months

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Lyric prompt "let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain" eddiedanny

Having Fun in the Meantime

"This is your fault."

Danny pushes Eddie's arm, but all it does is splash more rain on both of them. "Is not."

"You insisted on this dumb fuckin' carnival," Eddie grumbles. "It's obviously your fault."

"How dare you," Danny says, giving up on the umbrella and closing it. The wind is blowing the rain in their face anyway. "This is awesome." He loses grip on the umbrella and it smacks him in the face.

"Yeah, okay, that was awesome," Eddie chortles. Danny wants to be mad at him, but the way the rainwater falls down his face reminds Danny of Eddie's eyes, and he's feeling sappy.

"I'm really glad you came with me," he says, doing his best to flutter his eyelashes.

"We could be training or running the ropes," Eddie says. "Aw, fuck, my fuckin' shoe." The sneaker makes a horrific squelching sound. "Goddamnit."

"You hate this," Danny says, pouting, and he knows it. "I'm sorry I dragged you here."

Eddie makes an exasperated little noise. "Don't - baby, don't do that. You know I want to spend time with you. This setting just blows."

They squish their way through mud on their way to the rental car, and Danny is painfully aware they're going to end up paying out the ass for a cleaning fee.

The moment is less than perfect, less than ideal. But there's something romantic in the mud and the rain, something about the way Eddie dropped everything to come here with him.

"I wanna kiss you," Danny says, stepping into Eddie's space. He drops the umbrella to the dirt. He'll deal with it later.

"It's pouring rain," Eddie says, swiping water off his face. "And you wanna kiss me in this?"

"We're already wet."

Eddie sighs. "The shit I do for you, baby. Get over here." He reaches out and grabs Danny by the collar, hauling him in for the kind of kiss that takes Danny out by the knees. Danny kisses back, tasting rainwater and comfort.

#Here have some relationshippy fluff #EddieDanny #wtf i like wrestling now???#sarahcakes613 #in which Sara writes

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banannabethchase · 11 months

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What exactly happened when Danny ran into Eddie in the hotel? Here, have the details he didn't make Wheeler suffer through.

A sequel to Take a Chance on Me, my Mamma Mia AU. Title from "Does Your Mother Know?" from the movie. Takes place around chapter 6ish.

We're blaming @sarahcakes613 for the existence of this fic.

Danny sends another text to Wheeler, sending an extra set of angry emojis to get his point across, then slumps into the coziest chair in the lobby. The setting sun sends streaks of pink and orange across the ornately decorated white room, but even an ocean sunset isn’t improving his mood. He wasn’t expecting Wheeler to spend the whole weekend with him, is the thing. But he’d hoped to get at least a little time with him. Just a little.

“Feet off the coffee table, please,” says the prissy hotel manager.

“I’m sure you’d make me use a coaster, too,” Danny snipes back.

“We don’t allow beverages in the lobby, but I appreciate your attention to our standards.” He tosses his long dark hair over his shoulder. Danny wonders how he gets it so neat and tidy. And how he manages to look professional and like a giant bitch all at once.

Danny could fuck him. If the opportunity arose.

“Yeah?” Danny asks, standing and walking toward him. “Bet your standards aren’t that high.” He looks the guy up and down intentionally, expecting a reaction, some sort of equally horny retort, but he just laughs.

“Oh, no.” The guy laughs. His name tag reads Matthew. “I’m practically old enough to be your father, sweetheart. Plus.” He wiggles his finger. “Married.”

“That’s never stopped me before,” Danny says with a leer. It has, actually. Twice. Three times, if you count that he stopped fucking his math TA once he found out he was married.

Matthew wrinkles his nose. “I appreciate the, uh, enthusiasm, but I assure you, my husband would be very displeased.”

“He can join us.”

With an eyebrow raise, Matthew takes a step back. “Adam?” he calls. “Babe, another twink wants to fuck us.”

“I’m a twunk!”

“Tell him only if he keeps his feet off the coffee table,” the voice comes back.

Matthew turns back. “Sorry, sir. I don’t think you can do that. But enjoy your stay!” He goes back to his computer, ignoring Danny like he’s not standing right there. Danny thinks this is rather poor customer service.

He meanders his way out front where somebody walks out of a car in front of him.

And he suddenly has a very different plan in mind.

“Hi, Uncle Eddie,” he says, leaning against the wall.

Eddie looks up at him, frowning. “I know you?”

“I’m Danny,” he says, pushing off the wall. “Wheeler’s friend from college? We met over Thanksgiving a few years back.”

Eddie frowns and adjusts his baseball cap. “Yeah, I remember you.” He’s fighting the urge to smile. Danny knows it. “You’re the one who insulted Wheeler’s pumpkin pie.”

“I didn’t – it wasn’t an insult!” Danny half chases after Eddie as he moves past him into the lobby. “I said I’d had better!”

“That’s an insult, kid,” Eddie says. He steps up to Matthew, who has a surprisingly pleasant smile on his face.

“Hi there, and welcome to – oh, god, he’s not with you, is he?” Matthew makes a weird face and nods over at Danny, who is beginning to sympathize with pigeons. Just a tiny bit.

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Nah, definitely not. Eddie Kingston. Should have a room with a king bed? Uncle of the groom or whatever.”

Danny watches as Matthew turns on the customer service charm Danny himself was not afforded, and refuses to get jealous over it. Jealous of who in the situation, he can’t quite be sure.

He hovers, intentionally present, until Matthew gives Eddie the key to his room.

“You’re on my floor,” Danny says. “I’ll show you where it is.”

“I can count, bud, but thanks.” Eddie claps him on the shoulder. “I’ll give you some advice. Try to be a little less eager. It’ll give people something to chase.”

To Danny, it sounds a little too much like a challenge. “Alright. Bet. Later.”

He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him as he walks away, and is really glad he packed the tight jeans.

Wheels where the fuck are you???

Text me back you fucking douche

I’m gonna fuck your fiancé

I’m gonna fuck your dad

I’M GONNA FUCK YOUR UNCLE AND THAT ONE’S NOT A JOKE.

Danny throws his phone on the hotel bed and dives face first onto the comforter. He fumbles, pulling the phone back into hands, because he’s an addict, and opens up the text messages. Wheeler hadn’t texted him back since 5:30, when he said he was going to his dad’s, that he’d be back later.

“Asshole,” Danny grumbles. The sun has set finally, stars peeking out from behind clouds, and Danny makes his way out to the balcony. His job pays him enough to afford a room with a view and he’s going to get his money’s worth.

He opens the door and is immediately hit with the smell of cigarette smoke.

“Jesus fuck, put that out,” he yells to wherever the smoke is coming from.

“Make me,” the voice calls back.

And Danny can’t help but smile.

He leans over a little farther so he can see beyond the jutting out wall between their rooms and sees Eddie standing there, cigarette in his hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie grumbles. “It’s you.”

“That’s an insult,” Danny says. “And you’re the one blowing smoke into my room.”

“I’m smoking on my balcony, you little shit,” Eddie says. He takes a long drag and blows the smoke directly into Danny’s face.

Danny is mildly infuriated at the way he just popped a boner at that.

“Dick,” Danny grumbles.

Eddie laughs, the smoke trailing from his lips in a curling pattern. Danny wants to chase it. “Yeah?” He stubs out the cigarette on the railing, but Danny notices he doesn’t just flick it away, keeps it in his hand. “Get used to it.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “I could do that.”

“That is not what I meant.”

Danny grins at him. “Is there, like, a reason you won’t fuck me?”

“What?!”

“Seriously.” Danny adjusts so he’s sitting on the railing of his balcony, getting closer. “What’s the holdup?”

“You’re going to fall,” Eddie says, not looking particularly concerned.

“I won’t,” Danny says. “It’s only, like, twelve feet. I can tuck and roll.” He kicks his feet, swinging his legs a little. “So why not?”

“Why not what?”

“Why don’t you want to fuck me?”

Eddie sighs, looking upwards. Danny recognizes that look. “That’s the wrong question, kid.”

“Oh.” Danny grins. “So it’s not that you don’t want to.”

“Danny –”

“It’s that you have some weird moral hangup.” Danny takes his time to balance and stand on the railing. “Move. I’m coming over.”

“The fuck you are.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “I could just jump and land on you.”

“I’d rather you do that than splatter on the pavement.”

“I can do that.”

Before he can think it through, Danny takes the little leap and collides with Eddie, who takes the momentum of Danny’s fall, catches Danny gently, and rolls them so Danny’s underneath Eddie.

Danny’s not often taken off guard. But right now? “Oh.”

“You’re a fuckin’ lunatic.”

Danny grins up at Eddie. “Anybody ever tell you your eyes are pretty?”

Eddie rolls those pretty eyes and pushes back, standing. He holds out a hand to Danny, though, and pulls him up with barely any effort. Danny pretends to stumble and crashes into Eddie’s chest.

Eddie sighs. “This is a bad idea.”

Danny slowly slides his hands down Eddie’s chest. “It is?”

“Yes, it is, you fucking – you’re my best friend’s kid’s best friend. You got any idea how messy this could get?”

Danny shrugs. “It’s more fun when it’s messy.” He licks his lips, just to make his point.

“Don’t – stop making come jokes, you insufferable little shit.” But Eddie’s smiling, and Danny thinks there’s a chance he’s got an in. “This is a bad idea.”

“Bad ideas can be fun,” Danny says. He lets his hands settle on Eddie’s belt, and looks up at his face. He waits for Eddie to move his hands, to kick him out, to yell. Instead, he rests his hands on Danny’s.

“Why do you even want this?” Eddie asks. He takes a hand and tilts Danny’s chin up to him. “Last time we saw each other we were celebrating Wheels’ engagement and you didn’t look my way.”

Danny blinks up at him. “Did – did you want me to look your way?”

“No!” Eddie says, just a little too fast. “Look, it’s not that. Your attitude now is just way different than last year, is all.” He lets his hand drop to curl his fingers around Danny. “I don’t want you to be doing something just because you’re freaked out your best friend is getting married, is all.”

Danny leans back against the railing, keeping his fingers tangled with Eddie’s. “That’s sweet,” he says, “but you should know I get plenty of dick without Wheeler’s uncles being involved.”

Eddie laughs. “Uncles plural?”

“You know what I mean,” Danny says, waving it off. “Plus, I couldn’t deal with Seth. He’s, well. You know.”

“I sure do,” Eddie says. “Don’t know how Roman does it, really.” He grins, a little mean. “Seth reminds me of you, a bit.”

“How dare you.”

“I call ‘em as I see ‘em,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Bratty bottom begging for attention. Am I wrong?”

Danny squirms under Eddie’s gaze. “Um. No.”

Eddie grins, brushing his thumb along Danny’s lower lip. “I still think this is a bad idea.”

“The best ideas are bad ideas,” Danny says. And he leans in, eyes flickering between Eddie’s eyes and lips.

“I’m gonna regret this,” Eddie says, but he yanks Danny in close and kisses him so good Danny’s knees almost give out.

It’s better than he could have expected; Eddie kisses deep and punishing with no let up, the kind of thing that Danny was dreaming of. He moans into it, pressing his body up against Eddie, and lets himself think, for the first time, that this is what he’s wanted since he first saw Eddie drinking a Dr. Pepper on Mox’s couch nearly four years ago.

It’s kind of fun to be up here under the stars, dangerously exposed to anyone in the street looking up at them. He thinks people can see. He hopes people can see.

Eddie’s not coy or hesitant with his hands. He slides them into the waistband of Danny’s sweatpants. “Fuck,” he groans, hands dancing around Danny’s muscles. “What the fuck, you have, like, forty abs?”

“Gotta stay strong so I can ride dick,” Danny laughs, catching Eddie’s mouth with his again. “Wait ‘til you see them in action.”

Eddie walks the two of them back until Danny’s back hits the railing, then gathers Danny’s thighs under his palms and lifts him to sit. For a brief, weird second, Danny thinks Eddie’s about to throw him over the railing, but then Eddie turns them and straight up carries Danny into the room and throws him on the bed.

“Seems like I’m not the only one with muscles.”

“Fuck, don’t you ever shut up?”

“Only when I got a dick in my mouth.”

Eddie yanks his belt off and throws it across the room, and Danny’s dick twitches with anticipation.

“You gonna fuck my mouth?” Danny asks. “Wreck me so I can’t do that speech at the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night?”

Eddie pauses. “Ah, shit, I forgot about that.” His smile turns into a grin, something this side of sleazy, and Danny may just lose his mind. “Guess I’m just gonna have fuck your ass, then, huh?”

Danny nods. “I’ll accept that.”

“You’ll accept – this is the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

Eddie all but dives on top of Danny, the weight welcome and unrelenting on top of him, and Danny slides a thigh between Eddie’s legs, pushing up.

“You watch it, kid,” Eddie says, biting down Danny’s neck. “I’m trying to be gentle with you.”

“Why?” Danny asks, fighting back a whimper as Eddie sucks a bruise into his collarbone. “I’m no, like, innocent baby you know.”

“Why the fuck would you say it like that?” Eddie pulls back. “You are making it incredibly hard to forget you’re 22.”

Danny shrugs. “22 with plenty of experience.”

“You – come on, be serious, for just a goddamn second.” Eddie’s eyes bore into him, reading more than Danny ever planned on telling anybody. “What’s with this?”

“What’s with –”

“Don’t get cute with me,” Eddie says sternly. “You need to communicate if something’s not what you want, okay?”

“Oh, my god,” Danny groans, dropping his head onto the pillow. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“I’m 42 fucking years old, and I’ve been around enough to know when somebody’s a posturing idiot,” Eddie says. Danny bookmarks that age drop for later. “So I’m not going any further unless and until you promise me you’ll tell me what you want, got it?”

Danny squirms under the intensity of Eddie’s gaze. “Okay, alright,” Danny mutters. “Jesus, I thought you’d be a lot easier than this.”

Eddie scoffs, and he drops his head a little. “Not as stupid as I look, kid.”

“I don’t think you look stupid,” Danny says. “I don’t like stupid guys.”

“You sayin’ you like me?”

“I’m saying I don’t get into bed with a guy unless I do,” Danny says. He wonders if that’s enough communication.

Eddie leans in and kisses Danny with a lot more tenderness than Danny thinks fits the situation, something gentle and sweet that slowly builds in intensity. Eddie’s hand slides down to Danny’s sweatpants.

“Yeah,” Danny mutters. “Okay, yes, please.”

“Oh, now you’re being reasonable,” Eddie grumbles. He pauses. “You brought lube and condoms?”

Danny grins at him. “I’m very persuasive. And prepared.”

Eddie just shakes his head and acts like he’s given up. He leans down and kisses Danny deep and dirty, hands going to Danny’s sweatpants and shuffling them down.

“Want you to fuck me,” Danny mumbles. “Please.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can tell how you communicate,” Eddie laughs into Danny’s skin, “all I gotta do is kiss the attitude offa you, huh?”

“Maybe,” Danny says, “come on, I wanna ride you.”

“Fuck,” Eddie laughs. “Okay, yeah. Yeah, we can make that work. Easier on my back.”

Danny hums as Eddie grabs him by the waist and flips them over, settling him over Eddie’s lap. “Yeah, papí, talk old man to me.”

Eddie’s eyes darken. “You be fuckin’ careful with that shit.”

“Why, you don’t like it?”

“I like it too much,” Eddie mutters. “Anyway. Take your pants off, baby.”

Danny does as he’s told, because sometimes he can follow instructions, and almost falls against Eddie’s chest as his fingers trail between his cheeks.

“You – you can, okay?” Danny says. “Fuck, I want this, don’t make me wait.”

Eddie laughs and turns Danny’s head with his free hand to kiss him, fingertip tracing the rim of Danny’s hole. Danny feels devastatingly empty, desperate for more.

“Maybe I like making you wait,” Eddie says against his lips, “kinda fun to watch you squirm, yeah?”

“Not for me,” Danny whines. “Come on, Eddie, please?”

Eddie obliges, finally, working a finger in so slowly Danny thinks his entire body is aching. “Yes,” Danny whispers. “So – more.”

Eddie’s not too gentle but also not too rough with him, a welcome shift from Danny’s usual hookups who don’t seem to trust that he wants it hard and fast or don’t care that he doesn’t, and Danny’s fucking himself down on Eddie’s fingers before long.

“God, you look good like this,” Eddie says, pupils blown. “Can’t wait to see you ride my dick like that.”

“Yeah?” Danny says. “I’ll fuck you so good you forget I’m 22.”

“I like you better when you’re not talking.”

“Doubt it.”

Eddie checks in with him over and over again, but Danny’s not here to answer questions. He shifts, Eddie’s fingers slipping out of him, and grabs Eddie’s cock.

“You good?” he asks.

Eddie nods. “How the fuck are you the one asking me?”

“You’re the one who wants the communication,” Danny retorts. He rips open the condom and slides it onto Eddie’s cock, not breaking eye contact. “Yeah? This enough communication for you, that I want to ride you until I can’t move?”

“You’re really irritating,” Eddie says, grabbing Danny’s hips and positioning him above his dick, “you know that?”

“I think you like that about me,” Danny says, and he slowly sinks down on Eddie’s cock. His head is spinning with all of it. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, testing the gentlest of thrusts up. Danny lets out this weird little combination of a moan and a sigh. “Good?”

“Yes,” Danny mumbles. He rocks, gently, sparks flying up his spine. “Fuck, great.”

Danny finds himself locked on Eddie’s eyes as they find a rhythm. Danny’s used to shitty one night stands and guys without interest in getting him off until they did, guys who think they’re gods and try to prove it in bed, and guys who were so self-conscious neither of them enjoyed it.

This is new. This is sparks and fire, green eyes boring into Danny’s, moving together like they’d done this a hundred times.

It feels real, is the problem, Danny thinks. It feels like it matters.

“You feel so goddamn good,” Eddie groans. He’s got a hand of Danny’s thigh and another one on Danny’s waist, balancing him so they can rock together. “Jesus, I’m goin’ to hell for this one.”

“That good?” Danny jokes. “I’ll end up right there with you.”

“That wouldn’t be hell,” Eddie says, and he smiles, so sweetly that Danny almost short circuits and loses his mind. “Come on, baby, you can go harder, yeah?”

Danny grins.

The two of them stop speaking, falling into comfortable silence, and Danny doesn’t break it until Eddie slides his hands up his back. He gasps a little, leaning into the touch.

“I gotta – I’m gonna flip you over, okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny says, moving on his hands and knees. Eddie sets himself up behind Danny and the angle is different, overwhelming. Danny drops his head to the mattress, the smell of Eddie’s cigarette smoke and cologne echoing on the blankets, and that’s almost it for him.

“Eddie,” he pants, head turned to the side as Eddie drills into his with single minded focus.

“Yeah?”

“Close,” Danny manages to choke out. “Fuck, Eddie, close.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, wrapping a hand around Danny’s cock. He jerks his roughly, but it’s just enough. Danny comes with a shout that sounds a lot like Eddie’s name, slumping onto the mattress as Eddie hauls his hips back and slams into him one, two, three more times before Danny can feel Eddie’s dick pulse.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie moans. He smooths a hand across Danny’s back. “You really do know what you’re doing. You good?”

“So good,” Danny mumbles, flopping to the side. He’s hot and sticky and delighted, and rolls over to his side of the bed. Well. To a side of the bed.

He’s suddenly very aware of how much this may just be a one night stand.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Danny says suddenly. He sits up. “Uh. Thanks?”

Eddie blinks. “You’re…welcome? Are you good?”

Danny nods, a little fidgety. “I mean, most guys don’t like me to sleep over, so I figured I’d go now before I get tired.”

“Jesus – get back here, you fucking idiot.” Eddie stands and walks over to Danny. “You want to stay here? Stay here. I’m not gonna let you go all weird like this.” He strokes along Danny’s cheek. “You want me to say it? Yeah, I want you to stay. I’m not gonna make you, but I don’t want you to think I’m gonna kick you out.”

Danny’s not sure what to say. “So, like. I could sleep over?”

“If you want to.”

Danny looks up and Eddie’s green eyes are soft and kind, ocean waves gently lapping the sand. “I want to.”

They shower together, sleepy and covered in expensive hotel room soap that Eddie tells him how to steal, and Danny nearly falls over with how good it is to be this close to someone he’s not immediately fucking.

He stumbles into bed and grabs the first pair of sweats on the floor. They almost fall down his hips.

He looks up to see Eddie with a tiny grin on his lips. “Oh, you wearin’ my clothes now?”

“I – I thought they were mine.” Danny goes to push them off, but Eddie catches his wrist.

“Leave it,” he says, quiet. “They look good on you.”

Danny flips his hand and walks back to bed, in Eddie’s clothes, in Eddie’s hotel room, and falls asleep in Eddie’s bed, in Eddie’s arms.

Danny wakes up around six or so in the morning, a longer sleep than he’s had in weeks.

“Oh, god,” he mumbles, grinning a little. He’s sore in the way he likes most, and wiggles into it.

“”S wrong?” Eddie asks, opening one bleary eye to look at Danny. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just, uh,” he shrugs. “Well, you did a number on me last night, Eddie. I’m feeling it today.”

Eddie laughs and buries his face in the pillow. “Jesus.”

“You say that a lot,” Danny says, stroking a finger along Eddie’s bare arm. “You a man of god?”

“You could say that,” Eddie says, “but mostly I just take the name in vain, all that.”

“Love a bad boy,” Danny laughs, but he loses the giddiness as Eddie reaches up and catches Danny’s hand.

“You want breakfast?” Eddie asks.

“I mean, sure,” Danny says, shrugging, “I gotta get dressed first.”

“Nah, I’ll get it,” Eddie says. “I’ll throw on some clothes. You rest.”

Danny watches as Eddie gets dressed, wondering what exactly is happening with this.

“I like bagels,” Danny calls as Eddie makes his way out the door.

“You’ll get what I find,” Eddie calls back, but Danny thinks there’s a joke behind it.

Danny fumbles with his phone and facetimes Lee.

“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Lee says. “Almost finished packing.”

“Last minute much?” Danny says, glancing at the door again. “Hey, I just fucked Wheeler’s uncle Eddie, and I think I might be, like, into it.”

Lee’s face goes carefully blank. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not,” Danny says. He turns the phone around the room. “See? His stuff.”

“You’re insane,” Lee says, sounding almost impressed. “That is weird, though. I’ve know that guy since I was in, like, elementary school.”

“You’re not the one riding his dick, so I don’t see your problem.”

Lee rolls his eyes and laughs. “So, you’re into it you said?”

Danny nods. “I think I like him. Like actually.”

“You are the weirdest friend I’ve ever had.”

“I’m gonna make Wheels call me Uncle Danny,” Danny laughs into the phone screen. “Eddie’s off getting breakfast, I think, but, fuck, that was good.”

“You’re shameless, man,” Lee laughs. “Don’t tell Wheeler, though, at least not until after the wedding. He’ll freak out.”

Danny stretches out on the bed, turning his head. The pillow smells like Eddie. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles. “We’ll see.”

Eddie comes back with an impressive platter of bagels, fruit, and assorted pastries.

“Didn’t know what you liked other than the bagels and forgot to ask,” he says, smiling a little sleepy as he sets the tray down. “Ran into Wheeler on the way.”

“Jackass,” Danny mutters. “He still hasn’t answered my text since last night.”

“He’s busy,” Eddie says, settling into the side of the bed. “Bagel?”

They eat quietly together and Danny thinks, maybe, Eddie was right: this was a mistake.

Because one night definitely didn’t get it out of his system. If anything, it made it so much worse.

#EddieDanny #Here have an AU outtake #Gonna be doing a handful of these over the summer #So excited for the TFIOY outtake I'm going to do soon!!!#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which Sara writes #Mamma Mia AU #AU hell

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