Who: Danny and Doody What: Danny, grease and some awkwardness When: Now Where: Their place Rating: Medium Status: Closed
Danny was so happy he had found a car. He could have gone back and told Doody but he was just too excited to get working on it. He spent about an hour working on the engine before he made his way back to the room, grease stains on his white tshirt that showed off his arms very nicely. His hair wasn't perfect as usually. A small bit had flopped forward onto his forehead and he had some grease stains in his hair and on his face too. He stepped back into the room. "Hey," he said, spotting Doody.
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Doody looked up from where he’d been strumming his guitar, and when he his fingers tightened on the neck of his guitar. Fuck. Fuck, Danny was so hot. The way his hair hung down and the grease on his cheeks and arms and - holy shit those arms.
Thank God he had his guitar in his lap. “Hey,” he said, hoping his voice sounded normal.
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"Hey. So I found a car. It's pretty cool. I worked on it a bit," he said, grinning at Doody.
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Doody blinked. Oh, of course. That was why he was all greasy. He thought of Danny working on the car, with all those tools…
“Wow, that’s great!” He said, forcing himself to talk and not think. “So awesome.”
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"Yeah. Totally is. You should come with me next time and we can work on it together," he said.
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Doody nodded. “Definitely.” He would be able to handle it, with you know. Some warning. And by … taking care of some things before it.
“What kind of shape is it in?” He asked.
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"Pretty bad. It needs a lot of work. But it will look so great when it's all done up."
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Danny would look great when he was doing it up. Shit. No, he couldn’t think of Danny doing stuff, because it made him think of what Doody wanted him to do to him.
“Cool. Man, a car. You’ll be even more of a chick magnet with a car,” he said with a grin.
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"Yeah, totally. If there were any here our age that were single. Unless I can bring it home, that would be cool."
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Doody groaned. “God, yeah. It sucks that there aren’t.” Maybe if there were, then he wouldn’t be so … no, actually, looking at Danny’s arms right now, he totally would.
“But you know, when some show up, you’ll have a car. Which has got to help, right?”
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"Yeah, it does," he said. He sort of wanted to fool around with Doody in the car but he couldn't dwell on that right now.
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Doody smiled. “Tracy says this will help me,” he said, patting his guitar. “So you know, maybe you won’t be the only chick magnet around here.”
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"She told you that would help you pick up chicks?" Danny didn't like that idea. Not that he didn't think Doody was good and hot when he played. Maybe that was the point. He felt that way when he played. He should be the one getting with Doody. If Doody was interested. Which he didn't know if he was or not.
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Doody shrugged. “She said chicks liked that kind of thing. Which… I mean, they do, right? Look at Elvis. And … the Beatles, they have thousands of chicks screaming and like… going insane when they sing. So you know. Can’t hurt.”
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Danny nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess they do," he said. Though he really didn't like that idea. What if a chick did show up and her and Doody started going together?
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Doody grinned. He was starting to calm down now. Thank god. He still couldn’t really move or put down his guitar. “So did you do anything else today?” He asked, tapping his foot absently.
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Danny shook his head. "Nah, just the car. Did you? Working on your music to become a chick magnet?" It was normal to joke around about stuff like this so that is what he would do.
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Doody nodded. “Pretty much, yeah,” he said with a grin. “They’ll be throwing their panties at me in no time,” he joked.
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"Yeah, I'm sure they will," he said. "I should go shower and get cleaned up. I'm a mess."
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Doody looked him over again - because Danny had pointed it out, so it was okay to. He was so fucking hot and the only thing holding him back from being really happy Danny was going to get clean was the image of him in the shower, all wet and naked-
God, he had to stop. He really had to stop.
“Yeah, gets everywhere,” he said. He hugged his guitar closer, so glad he had it to hide how turned on he was.
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Danny nodded his head. "Totally does. I'll be back." He walked into the bathroom and peeled off his clothes before taking a nice hot shower.
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Doody whimpered when he left and flopped back. God, he was so hard, so worked up. His hand moved to press down on the front of his jeans for a second before he pulled it away. No, no. He couldn’t, he couldn’t cross that line. He’d stopped beating off as much as he usually did because his mind kept focusing on Danny no matter how hard he tried not to - deliberately doing it would be … just wrong.
So he bit his lip, took a deep breath, and tried to play, to distract himself.
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Danny dried off and dressed again after taking the shower. He came out of the bathroom and ran his fingers through his damp hair, slicking it back as he did. He would do it properly when it was dry. "So, wanna grab a beer or catch a movie?"
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Doody froze again. Shit, he couldn’t stand, or go watch a movie, or do anything, because Danny would see his stupid boner and it would be awful. But if he said no, Danny would think he didn’t want to hang out with him and he got the feeling Danny’d been hurt when he avoided him before. Because of his stupid fucking boner.
Shit. He’d have to take care of it.
“Sure, though I kinda need to shower too. Mind if I - well, it’ll just take a couple minutes…”
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Danny nodded his head. "Yeah, man. Do what you gotta do," he said. "I'm not in any rush." He flopped down on the other side of the couch.
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Doody got to his feet, holding his guitar in front of him. “Just shower. That’s all I have to do. Won’t be long.”
He headed into his room and set down the guitar, groaning softly and undressing quickly. He hated having a dick sometimes, he really really did. He showered quickly, getting himself off while trying desperately not to think of Danny.
At least he didn’t have to hide his crotch when he came out. “So… beer and a movie?” He said with a slight smile.
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Danny hadn't thought he'd be doing anything else.
He glanced at Doody when he stepped out again. "Yeah, cool." He stood up. "Think I saw one about Transformers or something that looks cool. Like a car that becomes a robot or something."
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Doody’s eyes widened. “No way? Seriously? Wow, yeah, we gotta watch that!” he said with a grin.