Danny

Lisa: Thank you so much! Cali is one of my favorite characters too. And I'm going to go back and make those fixes as soon as I have time. 

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“Did you bring anything with you?” Danny asked.

“Not so much, no, but it's this amazing thing, I wear Ashli's size.”

He looked Janeatte up and down. “You're kidding.”

“Nope. I still own half his shirts, which are perfect for sleeping in.” Janeatte headed to the bedroom. Danny followed. “Janny?” she asked Ahsli.

“I think you'd take exception if I called you slut.”

“Couldn't you just called me Janeatte?”

“That's so long and boring and French-like. Come on, I give everyone a nick-name.”

“You never gave me a nick-name,” Danny argued.

“Sure I have, tons of them. Baby, love, gorgeous, umm -”

“Those aren't nick-names.”

“You call me Ash on occasion.”

“Your name shortens easily. You never call me Dan.”

“That's because the one time I did, you stiffened up like a board and went almost white. I never got the courage to ask why.”

Danny groaned, his hands over his eyes, sitting back on the bed. Ashli tossed his jammies onto the bed next to him.

“Those are gorgeous,” Janeatte announced, holding up the top. “Why do you freeze up?”

“It's my uncle's name. I'm named after Dad's youngest brother.”

“And?”

“He offered my sister candy once when she was six. He's a creep. I hate being named after him. They call him Dan and me Danny.”

“Candy?” Ashli asked.

“Gross.”

“I don't want to know, do I?”

“He's like your priest.”

“Hey! My priest was a cool guy. He was not a child molester.”  Ashli threw an over-sized baseball jersey at Janeatte. “They're not all creeps.” Then he changed clothes. Danny and Janeatte paused what they were doing to watch while they did. “What?” he asked, settling a comfy t-shirt into place.

“You're really gorgeous,” Danny told him. He slipped and slid his way into his silk pajamas. “You know what we need?”

“What?”

“One of those glass dildos where you can see inside someone.”

Janeatte blushed.

“They make what now?” Ashli asked.

“They make these glass dildos that allow you to look inside a person. They're very pretty and – no?”

“Yes,” Janeatte told him.

“Okay.” Danny grinned.

“Does stuff just randomly go across your desk?” Ashli asked, “because you haven't been telling me about it.”

Janeatte laughed.

“Oh, no, no, don't tell him.”

“George!” Janeatte yelled.

“What?”

“How did the jingle go?”

“Holy!”

“Jingle?”

“Maria made up a jingle for one of the dildos,” Danny said, his face fiery red. “Georgie, georgie, he's soooo good, love you, love you, like he alwaaaays should.”

“You didn't do the dance,” Janeatte accused. “It goes, Georgie, georgie, he's soooo good, love you, love you, like he alwaaaays should.” And she did the little shimmy that went with it.

“I never should have showed you that.”

“How did the dildo get named Georgie?” Ashli asked. “Or do I want to know?”

Janeatte crawled into bed next to Danny, curling up close, rubbing her legs up against his silk jammies. He covered her with the chenille afghan he kept on the bed.

“It's actually named the Georgalicious dildo,” Danny said.

“You're kidding.”

Janeatte collapsed in giggles.

“No. And we have a ton of them lying around the office.”

“They get returned?”

“All the time. They are the most returned item we have and you can't resell a used dildo, especially a silicone one, so they just sit there in boxes, piling up on the floors.”

“Oh poor George in Loading.” Jeanette laughed so hard she hiccuped.

“Do you need some water, dear? It's George in Shipping and Receiving.”

“Who? What?” Ashli asked. 

Danny sat up, warming to the story. “The guy who the dildo was cast of? He works in shipping.”

“I'm going to go get some water.”

Janeatte laughed and hiccuped and laughed and hiccuped some more. Ashli left the bedroom, shaking his head.

Rubbing Janeatte's back, Danny murmured maliciously, “Licious. George. Me love you long time.”

“Stop, stop,” she gasped.

“Full refund for half orgasm,” Danny told her.

“Please stop.”

He pulled up her shirt and slid his hand into her briefs. “Love you, love you, like he alwaaaays should,” he sang softly, sliding a finger down the crack of her ass, over her hole. She moaned, arching up into hand. “Bad girl.” Nudging her with the tip of his finger, he told her, “what would Ashli say if he found you like this, some freak with his hand down your pants.”

“Not a freak,” Janeatte protested, breath short and gasping.

“You let just anyone in your panties, don't you, dear?”

Ashli came back with water.

“Oh, hi,” Danny greeted him. “Janeatte is a slut. Did you know that? She'll let anyone fuck her. Spread your legs, dear.”

Clutching the bedspread, burying her face in it, she spread her legs. Ashli knelt between them and pulled down her underwear.

“Where's the lube?” Danny asked.

“I put it on the table behind you.”

He grabbed it and used it to liberally coat his fingers, then handed it to Ashli. “Can I spread you open, dear? Do you like that? How much can you take?”

“Yes.” She tried to spread her legs even wider, but the briefs trapped around her thighs stopped her. “I can ... you can ... go ahead.”

“Tell me to stop if you want me to. We don't play around with safe words. You want to stop, you say so, I stop. All right?”

“Yes.”

Danny carefully slid one finger at a time into Janeatte until there were four, two from each hand. Shifting until he straddled the back of her neck, forcing her head into the bed, he began to open his fingers. “Pretty girl,” he told her. “Such a pretty girl. Isn't she a pretty girl, Ash?”

“Very pretty.”

He opened her wide, a little surprised by how much she was letting him stretch her, wide enough to allow the head of Ashli's cock to pass between his fingers. Flickering his tongue between his fingers, he announced, “I think this is about right. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice and slow.” He pulled his head back so Ashli could slide inside. Janeatte whimpered. Only when he was inside did Danny pull his fingers away. “All right, pretty baby?”

“Yes.”

“Do her.” Looping his arms around Ashli's neck, he kissed him while Ashli pumped himself into Janeatte. Finally he pulled back, giving Ashli more room and shifting off of Janeatte's back. He laid down so that he could kiss her now.

But she was busy moaning and being fucked. Janeatte looked really hot while being fucked. Her lips parted and her eyes closed and moans and little screams dripped off her lips. Ashli lifted her hips so he could get a better angle. He fucked hard, really hard. It was usually enough to make Danny's teeth rattle and this time didn't appear to be any different.

Danny licked the sweat off her neck. His hand drifted down to his own cock, tugging it until it was hard.

Ashli yanked Janeatte back onto his cock hard, coming inside her. Slowly, he let go of her, sitting back on his heels. Danny nudged him and he moved, collapsing in a sated position at the end of the bed. Then Danny pushed Janeatte over onto her back and sat up. She'd already come from rubbing herself against the bedspread. Bad girl.

He laughed.

“What?” Ashli asked.

“I don't think I've ever had to figure out what I'm going to do about my hardon before.”

Ashli laughed too.

“You can fuck me,” Janeatte offered, still languid and loose, her underwear around her knees.

“You've already come, precious.”

“I don't mind.”

“You don't care if I use your body?”

“Use me,” she entreated.

That wasn't really an offer Danny could pass up.

Later, in bed between Ashli and Janeatte, he contemplated that he was finally a victim of the Danny sandwich Ashli had suggested earlier. He also wondered, ever so muzzily before drifting off, if anyone had warned Janeatte that he snored.

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Strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things.

- Summer Wine; Lee Hazelwood

“The sun will be down soon,” Jimmy said. “May I kiss you?”

Danny looked across his girlfriend, only it wasn't Mary Fulgate, it was Janeatte dressed in Mary's awful green sweater. “I can't.”

“It's all right,” Janeatte said, “but only for seven seconds. You just have to stay in the closet.”

“We don't have a closet,” Danny told her.

“Kiss me now or you'll never get another chance,” Jimmy said. “I'm worth it. You'll see.”

“What if Janeatte leaves?”

“She can't see us if we're in the closet.”

A door opened from nowhere to nowhere. Danny thought it didn't look very nice. “I'd rather stay here.”

“Don't be a baby,” Jimmy told him. “Haven't you always wanted me? Remember when we played cowboys and indians and you got to hang me by my wrists and I screamed because it hurt so much and you came in your pants?”

“That didn't happen.”

“If you're damned, let's be damned.”

Danny wasn't sure Jimmy actually said that, but he gestured to the closet door again.

“If you go in the closet, the reaper will get you,” Janeatte said.

“I'm worth it,” Jimmy cajoled, speaking in a voice that wasn't his own. Taking Danny's wrist, he dragged him through the door. It shut behind them. Danny turned, pressing up against the ... the ... nothing that separated him from the barn.

Mary sat there, watching the sunset, like a stone.

Out of the hay rose a black wraith, a white grin slashed across it's skull face, wielding a black scythe. It brought down its weapon on Mary's neck, slicing her in two. Jimmy's hand slid into Danny's jeans.

“No, stop, please stop. I don't want to hurt her.”

“It'll come for us now.”

“No, please, make it stop!”

“I can't make it stop. Only you can make it stop.” Jimmy groped him like only a teenage boy could, his hand squeezing Danny's balls painfully.

Danny cried.

“Make it stop,” he pleaded. “How can I make it stop?”

“You can die.” The door flew open again and Danny fell out into the barn, straight into the Reaper's path.

Screaming, he woke, sitting straight up in bed.

“Baby, baby,” Ashli soothed him. “You're having a nightmare, baby. Are you awake?”

Nodding, Danny cuddled close.

“What was it?”

“It was stupid.” Wrapping his arms around Ashli's neck, he got as close as he could. Vaguely he realized that Janeatte hadn't even woken. “I just want to go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Did we wake Janeatte?”

“Sizable earthquakes have been known not to rouse our dear boyfriend,” Ashli drawled. Danny giggled. Scooting back down on his pillow, he hugged Danny to his chest and rubbed circles in his back. “Don't worry. It means we can talk about him while he sleeps.”

“That's awful.”

“But fun.” Ashli waited patiently, rubbing Danny's back. Things were better now for some reason. He was sure he'd put them on the right path and he felt he'd done something about their problems, giving him permission to feel calmer about things between them. It felt good.

“I dreamed I killed Janeatte,” Danny finally said.

“How?”

“We were back in the barn in Forsyth where Jimmy and I used to take our girlfriends to make out. Jimmy was there and instead of my girlfriend, Janeatte was there. Then this thing came for us, like out of a Freddy Krueger movie, but it was me.”

“And you killed her?”

“Yes. With a scythe.”

“Efficient.”

 

Danny looked up, annoyed.

“Hey, I'm thinking about it. It sounds like you were death incarnate or something.”

“Hell on earth, maybe.”

“I'm not really good at dream interpretation. I know that as long as there are no naked gypsy girls and as long as you don't see yourself die, things are generally okay. These are the things I learned from the librarian guy on Buffy.”

Danny snuggled down. “No naked gypsy girls. No death sightings.” He was suddenly very tired again.

“Then you're probably not foretelling your own death or the Apocalypse.”

Danny smiled, drifting off. If he dreamed again that night, he wasn't aware of it. 

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