Danny rejecting him than coming out, and that was saying something.
"Man, I want to kiss you, but your dog just macked all over me."
DJ snorted, then started laughing, hard. "God, I missed you!"
He popped DJ in the arm and got up. "Back in a minute. I'm gonna steal your toothbrush."
"There should be a stash of travel toiletries in there. Just don't move anything."
"'Kay."
He found the en suite just off the bedroom and found the travel toothbrush. He did his teeth and his business and hightailed it back to his lover. His lover.
DJ was standing at the window, the light not making the man flinch at all. He was going to have to learn all the things DJ needed, how to help, how to make things easier; he could live with that.
He went up to DJ and stood behind him, mouth dropping to the warm neck.
"No regrets?" DJ leaned into him, rested hard.
"Yeah, I've got one." He felt DJ stiffen, but refused to let go of the man. "I should have done this sooner."
DJ's fingers twined with his, holding on.
"Sorry it took so long. I can be a bit...uh, stubborn."
His Danny snorted. "No... You?"
"Don't make me beat you."
"I'm not scared of you, Ry. Not a bit." Danny leaned back into him, a warm smile on his face. "How long can you stay?"
"I have to be at work at two. I should be done around nine tonight, though."
"Yeah? You want to have supper?"
"Uh-huh. I can pick something up on the way over." He pressed kisses along DJ's shoulders and neck.
"Oh. Okay, that sounds..." DJ's head fell forward, a soft moan sounded. He licked and nibbled, humming at the flavor.
He wanted this--every morning, every night. He wanted to be able to touch, laugh, be a part of something bigger, damn it. Something bigger with Danny.
He hadn't realized just how big a burden being in the closet was until now that it was gone. Yeah, he was stressed about how people were going to take it, about whether or not he was still going to have a job, but that was still lighter than the tension he hadn't realized had lived inside him until now, when he didn't have it anymore.
"Would you... You interested in going out for breakfast? Together?" DJ's words were soft, tentative.
Ryan took a deep breath and nodded, then stopped himself to answer out loud instead. "I'd like that." He had to get used to it, right? Besides, it would make DJ happy.
"You don't have to. I have eggs, a microwave."
"No, we'll go out. I'm not ashamed to be seen with you." He wasn't. He loved this man and having people know was way better than being too scared to be seen together in public. Being scared sucked. Being in love didn't.
"Are you sure?"
"Danny..." He growled a little and smacked DJ's ass. "Get dressed already."
"Bastard." DJ reached back, pinched him. "Be good."
He made an unmanly sound at the pinch and took a couple of steps back. "And here I thought I was being good." Grinning, he looked around for his own clothes. "I think my stuff is still in the living room."
"Yep. Slut boy." DJ's lips were twisted, the laughter right there.
He grabbed a pillow, shouted "incoming," and tossed it at DJ's back. Walter came barrelling in, grabbed the pillow with his teeth and shook it, wagging furiously. Ryan laughed, leaning against the doorjamb as he watched the dog battle the pillow. DJ sat on the bed, cackling, then grunting as Walter pushed into the man's arms for love.
Still smiling, Ryan went into the living room, picking up his and DJ's clothes and bringing them back into the bedroom. "I'm going to have to go commando." He wasn't putting yesterday's underwear back on.
"I do have a washer and dryer. Also, I have a bunch of clean pairs."
"You don't like the thought of me going commando? Where's your sense of adventure?" He pulled his jeans on and considered his shirt. "I will take a T-shirt, though."
"Sure. In the third drawer down."
He walked over and the shirts were in there--one row black, one row navy blue, one row dark gray. "Danny. I am so buying you T-shirts. Birthdays,
"Man, I want to kiss you, but your dog just macked all over me."
DJ snorted, then started laughing, hard. "God, I missed you!"
He popped DJ in the arm and got up. "Back in a minute. I'm gonna steal your toothbrush."
"There should be a stash of travel toiletries in there. Just don't move anything."
"'Kay."
He found the en suite just off the bedroom and found the travel toothbrush. He did his teeth and his business and hightailed it back to his lover. His lover.
DJ was standing at the window, the light not making the man flinch at all. He was going to have to learn all the things DJ needed, how to help, how to make things easier; he could live with that.
He went up to DJ and stood behind him, mouth dropping to the warm neck.
"No regrets?" DJ leaned into him, rested hard.
"Yeah, I've got one." He felt DJ stiffen, but refused to let go of the man. "I should have done this sooner."
DJ's fingers twined with his, holding on.
"Sorry it took so long. I can be a bit...uh, stubborn."
His Danny snorted. "No... You?"
"Don't make me beat you."
"I'm not scared of you, Ry. Not a bit." Danny leaned back into him, a warm smile on his face. "How long can you stay?"
"I have to be at work at two. I should be done around nine tonight, though."
"Yeah? You want to have supper?"
"Uh-huh. I can pick something up on the way over." He pressed kisses along DJ's shoulders and neck.
"Oh. Okay, that sounds..." DJ's head fell forward, a soft moan sounded. He licked and nibbled, humming at the flavor.
He wanted this--every morning, every night. He wanted to be able to touch, laugh, be a part of something bigger, damn it. Something bigger with Danny.
He hadn't realized just how big a burden being in the closet was until now that it was gone. Yeah, he was stressed about how people were going to take it, about whether or not he was still going to have a job, but that was still lighter than the tension he hadn't realized had lived inside him until now, when he didn't have it anymore.
"Would you... You interested in going out for breakfast? Together?" DJ's words were soft, tentative.
Ryan took a deep breath and nodded, then stopped himself to answer out loud instead. "I'd like that." He had to get used to it, right? Besides, it would make DJ happy.
"You don't have to. I have eggs, a microwave."
"No, we'll go out. I'm not ashamed to be seen with you." He wasn't. He loved this man and having people know was way better than being too scared to be seen together in public. Being scared sucked. Being in love didn't.
"Are you sure?"
"Danny..." He growled a little and smacked DJ's ass. "Get dressed already."
"Bastard." DJ reached back, pinched him. "Be good."
He made an unmanly sound at the pinch and took a couple of steps back. "And here I thought I was being good." Grinning, he looked around for his own clothes. "I think my stuff is still in the living room."
"Yep. Slut boy." DJ's lips were twisted, the laughter right there.
He grabbed a pillow, shouted "incoming," and tossed it at DJ's back. Walter came barrelling in, grabbed the pillow with his teeth and shook it, wagging furiously. Ryan laughed, leaning against the doorjamb as he watched the dog battle the pillow. DJ sat on the bed, cackling, then grunting as Walter pushed into the man's arms for love.
Still smiling, Ryan went into the living room, picking up his and DJ's clothes and bringing them back into the bedroom. "I'm going to have to go commando." He wasn't putting yesterday's underwear back on.
"I do have a washer and dryer. Also, I have a bunch of clean pairs."
"You don't like the thought of me going commando? Where's your sense of adventure?" He pulled his jeans on and considered his shirt. "I will take a T-shirt, though."
"Sure. In the third drawer down."
He walked over and the shirts were in there--one row black, one row navy blue, one row dark gray. "Danny. I am so buying you T-shirts. Birthdays,
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