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Adult +
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8
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The Best Thing I Ever Picked Up at a Garage Sale
The Best Thing I Ever Picked Up at a Garage Sale
A slashy ones hot of not so unrequited love.
Written for the furniture challenge at the lj community a_dozen_eggs.
It was an odd-looking thing, the lamp Ray was considering plunking down thirty bucks for, but it really wasn\'t about the lamp, now was it? It was about the guy selling the lamp, the guy who\'s driveway he was hanging out on. Ray was trying to look interested in the bric-a-brac and the used furniture and the cds that were never listened to anymore instead of what he was really interested in- Danny Freeman.
Danny had lived down the block from Ray all his life. They played together as kids- stickball, cops and robbers and cowboys and Indians. It was watching Danny change for gym in seventh that propelled Ray into puberty. After that, Ray had never really been able to talk to Danny. Okay, yes he talked to him, but he never said anything, you know.
Here is was, fifteen years later and poor Danny was selling everything on account of having to pay for his divorce and the alimony he couldn\'t afford. Ray looked the lamp over again. The cord had a short and it was ugly as sin, but Danny needed money and Ray wanted Danny, so he decided to get it.
\"Oh hey, Ray. Find anything you like?\" Danny asked him jovially. Danny\'d always been one of those glass full guys- he was probably looking at this as a chance to make a new start and not as an abysmal failure like Ray considered all his own breakups.
\"Yeah, I\'ll take the lamp,\" Ray answered setting it on the table and finding his wallet.
\"Sheesh, really? You are gonna at least haggle me down some for that hideous thing, right?\"
\"You\'re a hell of a salesman, Danny.\" Ray handed him $30.
\"S\'why they pay me the big bucks.\" He grinned, putting the cash away and locking the box. \"Listen, there\'s nobody else left and it\'s not like any of this stuff is worth anything. I think a thief would be doing me a favor taking anything that\'s still here. You wanna come inside for a beer?\"
\"Sure, why not?\" Ray responded, trying not to smile too big or hope too much because Danny was totally straight, newly divorced and his friend, so nothing was gonna happen but beer and bullshit. They went inside, Ray put the lamp down and Danny got the beers. Then they went into the den to sit on the couch and catch the end of the Yankees game. Steinbrenner had spent a lot of money this year, but it was still anyone\'s guess if it would pay off.
After they\'d gotten through a couple of beers, they ordered Chinese and had a few more beers. Either Ray was drinking to keep from kissing Danny and scaring the straight shit out of him or he was drinking in order to get the nerve up to kiss Danny in hopes that it wouldn\'t scare the straight shit out of him. Either way, Ray\'d had too much to turn back now. So, after the food was gone, the beer was gone and the game was long over, Ray leaned over and kissed Danny- just a quick little one- just a peck to say- hey, over here, I\'m open! Then he got up from the couch and took his leave. He didn\'t say goodbye. Danny didn\'t say anything either. Ray didn\'t know if Danny was angry or stunned or what, but he figured he better take off before he found out.
The next day was Sunday. Ray was in the middle of his second cup of coffee and the crossword when his bell rang. Ray didn\'t get many visitors: just deliveries and his mother. He didn\'t care if either one of them saw he was still in his pajamas, so he answered the door in a pair of ripped out sweats and nothing else. Danny was on the other side of the door holding the hideous lamp and smiling at him.
\"You left this last night.\"
\"Oh. Thanks,\" Ray replied, taking the lamp and stepping back to allow Danny to step inside.
\"Not sure I\'d be thanking me if I were you. It is pretty damn scary.\" He walked further into the house, into the kitchen. Ray followed, still carrying the lamp.
\"So why\'d you buy it if it\'s so ugly?\"
\"Jenny bought it.\"
\"Oh, sorry.\" Ray winced at the mention of Danny\'s ex.
\"S\'okay. So, speaking of sorry-\" Danny started, but Ray knew where he was going and jumped in:
\"I know, you\'re right. It was a stupid thing to do. I know you\'re straight. I\'m sorry for hitting on you last night. It\'s guys like me that give gays a bad rep,\" Ray apologized.
\"Funny, I was gonna apologize for not kissing you back.\"
\"Come again?\"
\"It takes balls to make the first move, and I made you feel rejected. Pretty shitty of me.\"
\"It\'s not shitty to not want to kiss someone you- uh don\'t want to kiss,\" Ray answered showing his great mastery of English.
\"Who says I didn\'t want it?\" Danny asked and slid a hand over Ray\'s naked shoulder and around to cup his nape. \"You think I didn\'t figure what was going on from the moment you paid way too much for a lamp that doesn\'t work? I was waiting all afternoon for you to make a move.\"
\"You were?\"
\"Yup.\" He nodded, smiling.
\"But, why\'d you freeze up then?\"
\"You\'re the first guy who\'s ever kissed me. I choked. I promise you, I was kicking myself the moment you were out the door.\"
\"So you wanna try again?\"
\"Without a doubt.\" He kissed him long and slow and deep. Ray tried unsuccessfully to find the table to set the lamp down, but missed. It crashed to the floor, making them both jump and laugh. Then they cleaned up the mess and Danny taught Ray how to make eggs benedict and Ray taught Danny things not spoken of in polite company.
A slashy ones hot of not so unrequited love.
Written for the furniture challenge at the lj community a_dozen_eggs.
It was an odd-looking thing, the lamp Ray was considering plunking down thirty bucks for, but it really wasn\'t about the lamp, now was it? It was about the guy selling the lamp, the guy who\'s driveway he was hanging out on. Ray was trying to look interested in the bric-a-brac and the used furniture and the cds that were never listened to anymore instead of what he was really interested in- Danny Freeman.
Danny had lived down the block from Ray all his life. They played together as kids- stickball, cops and robbers and cowboys and Indians. It was watching Danny change for gym in seventh that propelled Ray into puberty. After that, Ray had never really been able to talk to Danny. Okay, yes he talked to him, but he never said anything, you know.
Here is was, fifteen years later and poor Danny was selling everything on account of having to pay for his divorce and the alimony he couldn\'t afford. Ray looked the lamp over again. The cord had a short and it was ugly as sin, but Danny needed money and Ray wanted Danny, so he decided to get it.
\"Oh hey, Ray. Find anything you like?\" Danny asked him jovially. Danny\'d always been one of those glass full guys- he was probably looking at this as a chance to make a new start and not as an abysmal failure like Ray considered all his own breakups.
\"Yeah, I\'ll take the lamp,\" Ray answered setting it on the table and finding his wallet.
\"Sheesh, really? You are gonna at least haggle me down some for that hideous thing, right?\"
\"You\'re a hell of a salesman, Danny.\" Ray handed him $30.
\"S\'why they pay me the big bucks.\" He grinned, putting the cash away and locking the box. \"Listen, there\'s nobody else left and it\'s not like any of this stuff is worth anything. I think a thief would be doing me a favor taking anything that\'s still here. You wanna come inside for a beer?\"
\"Sure, why not?\" Ray responded, trying not to smile too big or hope too much because Danny was totally straight, newly divorced and his friend, so nothing was gonna happen but beer and bullshit. They went inside, Ray put the lamp down and Danny got the beers. Then they went into the den to sit on the couch and catch the end of the Yankees game. Steinbrenner had spent a lot of money this year, but it was still anyone\'s guess if it would pay off.
After they\'d gotten through a couple of beers, they ordered Chinese and had a few more beers. Either Ray was drinking to keep from kissing Danny and scaring the straight shit out of him or he was drinking in order to get the nerve up to kiss Danny in hopes that it wouldn\'t scare the straight shit out of him. Either way, Ray\'d had too much to turn back now. So, after the food was gone, the beer was gone and the game was long over, Ray leaned over and kissed Danny- just a quick little one- just a peck to say- hey, over here, I\'m open! Then he got up from the couch and took his leave. He didn\'t say goodbye. Danny didn\'t say anything either. Ray didn\'t know if Danny was angry or stunned or what, but he figured he better take off before he found out.
The next day was Sunday. Ray was in the middle of his second cup of coffee and the crossword when his bell rang. Ray didn\'t get many visitors: just deliveries and his mother. He didn\'t care if either one of them saw he was still in his pajamas, so he answered the door in a pair of ripped out sweats and nothing else. Danny was on the other side of the door holding the hideous lamp and smiling at him.
\"You left this last night.\"
\"Oh. Thanks,\" Ray replied, taking the lamp and stepping back to allow Danny to step inside.
\"Not sure I\'d be thanking me if I were you. It is pretty damn scary.\" He walked further into the house, into the kitchen. Ray followed, still carrying the lamp.
\"So why\'d you buy it if it\'s so ugly?\"
\"Jenny bought it.\"
\"Oh, sorry.\" Ray winced at the mention of Danny\'s ex.
\"S\'okay. So, speaking of sorry-\" Danny started, but Ray knew where he was going and jumped in:
\"I know, you\'re right. It was a stupid thing to do. I know you\'re straight. I\'m sorry for hitting on you last night. It\'s guys like me that give gays a bad rep,\" Ray apologized.
\"Funny, I was gonna apologize for not kissing you back.\"
\"Come again?\"
\"It takes balls to make the first move, and I made you feel rejected. Pretty shitty of me.\"
\"It\'s not shitty to not want to kiss someone you- uh don\'t want to kiss,\" Ray answered showing his great mastery of English.
\"Who says I didn\'t want it?\" Danny asked and slid a hand over Ray\'s naked shoulder and around to cup his nape. \"You think I didn\'t figure what was going on from the moment you paid way too much for a lamp that doesn\'t work? I was waiting all afternoon for you to make a move.\"
\"You were?\"
\"Yup.\" He nodded, smiling.
\"But, why\'d you freeze up then?\"
\"You\'re the first guy who\'s ever kissed me. I choked. I promise you, I was kicking myself the moment you were out the door.\"
\"So you wanna try again?\"
\"Without a doubt.\" He kissed him long and slow and deep. Ray tried unsuccessfully to find the table to set the lamp down, but missed. It crashed to the floor, making them both jump and laugh. Then they cleaned up the mess and Danny taught Ray how to make eggs benedict and Ray taught Danny things not spoken of in polite company.