Chapter Seven (Blake's POV)

That was probably the worst thing I had ever done in my entire life. I had a splitting headache from racing out of Emily's house like the devil was on my tail and almost tripping over Danny was no fun either. We were in my car and heading back down the road before I knew it. The car ride was silent, though, much to my disappointment.

Danny just stayed silent, sitting in the passenger's seat while holding Emily's diary. He stared at it like it was some kind of monster ready to eat his face off. It would've amused me if I wasn't so uneasy about our earlier conversation in the closet. Or what was going through Danny's head.

He would've normally leapt out of the closet right away, scowling and yelling at me for being so close, but he actually stayed and had sort of a conversation. I felt like he was asking me "Do you like me like that?" And I so badly wanted to answer "Yea, and I can't stand it." Because it was the truth. I couldn't stand the feeling I had in my chest, the thoughts that ran through my head.

I liked who I liked, though. And I would have to deal with it, whether I wanted to or not.

I pulled up into the drive way in time to see a black truck sitting just off to the side of the driveway. I frowned deeply and I watched Danny blink in surprise, staring at it before looking at me.

"Is that your uncle?"

"He must be home... Look, when we go in there, keep your 'I hate gays' to a minimum. My uncle's one of those hippies." I muttered as I pushed the car door open. Danny scrambled out and followed close behind me, tucking Emily's diary in the flap of my leather jacket that he still wore. And I'd never get over how attractive he looked in it.

We walked inside to the smell of hot and spicy stir-fry. I could hear it hissing and sizzling from the kitchen and the sound of The Raconteurs blaring from the radio speakers. I gestured for Danny to follow me and we walked down the hallway. Unfortunately, it wasn't just my uncle in the kitchen.

Rick was all dressed in a jean vest over a black wife beater to match his ratty jeans and boots. He sat on one of the island stools, holding a Budlight in a tight grip before he looked up to see Danny and I walk in. A grin broke his face, making me sick to my stomach.

I hated how he stared at Danny like he was a piece of meat. Was I hypocrite in saying that?

"Well, well, look who it is. Blake and his boyfriend." Rick mused. I glared daggers at him and looked up as my uncle turned around from the stove. And what a mess he was. He had a layer of stubble across his face and disappearing up into his touseled dark hair, his matching eyes watching us enter with surprise. He was wearing a crisp clean black button up shirt with baggy blue jeans covered in food.

"Blake has a boyfriend?" He asked, perplexed.

"No, I most certainly do not," I seethed, then cleared my throat at the look my uncle gaze me before I nudged my head at Danny, "He's a kid from school that I'm doing a project with. I forgot to mention that he's staying the night tonight, so do us the favor of not harrassing us?"

"That means you, Rick," Vic exclaimed, then glared over at Rick, who glared at me for tattling, "Have you been bothering them? You better keep it in your pants, boy, or you won't have anything to keep in there."

"I feel threatened." Rick stated.

"I don't threaten children. I promise them."

"I am not a child!"

"You are so long as you live under this roof. Now set the table, Rick. I want to get to know Blake's friend." Vic looked over at Danny, who shifted a little uneasily. Rick got up in annoyance, trudging over to the dinner table in the next room. We walked further into the kitchen as Vic went back to cooking.

"So, what's your name, kid?" He asked Danny as he mixed the vegetables around. Danny glanced at me and I cocked a brow at him. He glared and looked over at Vic.

"Danny Carter."

"Carter, huh? I've heard about the Carters. How'd you end up with Blake? He normally ends up working on his own on projects. You know, he takes on way more than he can handle. It makes him a bit of a dick sometimes. What do you think?" Vic asked. Oh, hey, what the hell was that?

"Oh yea, he can be a dick ninety-nine percent of the time." Danny replied with a huff. Vic laughed and I glared at Danny, who smirked at me before sticking his tongue out.

"Well, that's Blake for ya, but don't get me wrong, I like having him around. Makes me feel young again, and not as useless." He added. I rolled my eyes. Danny just looked at me as if to ask what he meant, but I didn't say anything as Vic sighed.

"Well, I'm glad Blake has a friend. It's about time. I had to put him, and his asshead of a brother, through school and all these years, Blake never had a friend. I hope you guys end up together." That last part had me laughing on the inside. Danny choked on his breathing and immediately turned away to lean on the island counter.

"You okay, Danny?" Vic asked in surprise, looking over at Danny, who just nodded his head vigorously before Vic smiled in satisfaction before he went back to cooking. We moved into the dining room now and sat down. Rick sat across from Danny while Vic sat at the head of the table after setting out the food.

Dinner started out silent until Vic started talking again.

"Man, today was a day. Did Blake tell ya? I work at the auto-shop in town and I had this beautiful, get this, 2011 Porsche Carrera come in. She was gorgeous. I even snuck a kiss on her hood she was so fine." Vic exclaimed.

"I would do more than kiss a car like that!" Danny exclaimed. Vic laughed.

"You a car freak?"

"Hell yea. I've always wanted a 1970 Chevy Impala, but those classics are way too much money for me."

"That so? We got an Impala back at the shop with a busted back window and a couple scratches, but she runs good. If you want, you can come around and take her for a spin."

"Y-You're joking."

"Nah, I know what it's like to run without cash. It'd be my pleasure."

"Wow, thanks..."

"You can call me Vic. Or if you want-"

Oh, hell no. I wasn't going to let Vic say that stupid 'call me daddy' speech. He wasn't even my father, so why would he spew it anyway? Because a guardian's ultimate goal is to embarrass their child beyond recognition. My time to shine.

"So, we're gonna just go upstairs to do our project after dinner. You're gonna go to bed after this, right, Vic?" I asked. Vic blinked and nodded slowly before cocking a brow at me.

"So, what is this project you guys are doing?" Ah, shit. I watched Danny stiff in his seat, looking at me quickly, then back. I stared at Vic for a while. then shrugged as I took a bite of stir-fry.

"Just some English project. Something about poetry." I answered. Vic hummed thoughtfully. Rick smirked and decided to jump in on the torture.

Couldn't I have one dinner without being hassled?

"Something about poetry? What, romantic poetry?" Rick asked. Vic glared at him, but looked at me as if expecting an answer. Danny shifted a little in his seat, playing with his fork and peas.

"Some Edgar Allen Poe crud. The raven one." He said. I stared at him, surprised. Wow, I didn't think he read Poe. That was some deep dark crap that man wrote. I didn't even think he knew how to pronounce Poe's name. Vic smiled and Rick cocked a brow at Danny, as if he was surprised himself.

"Ahh, I love Poe's work. I used to read it all the time when I was your age. It seemed like it was just yesterday that I was stealing his works from the local library."

"How badass of you, Vic." I drawled. Danny stifled his laughter. Vic rolled his eyes.

"Mind you, back in my day, stealing anything from anywhere was considered a high crime. Besides, it was cheaper than buying the stuff. I'm pretty sure you've not done anything even considered illegal." He pointed out. I was tempted to challenge him with my breaking and entering of Emily's house, but if I knew Uncle Vic, it was bait. He was luring me into a conversation that would get me grounded until I was a hundred-years-old.

"Nah. All the illegal stuff is up in here." I pointed at my head. Vic smirked and shook his head. Rick simply hummed, as if he knew something. That irritated me. Danny was silent, staring at his meal before he blinked and continued to eat. And that's basically how the rest of dinner went. It was one of those boring and awkward dinners you had when you had a guest over.

I almost felt sorry for Danny.

We finally managed to slip away upstairs, biding my uncle a goodnight and threatening that if Rick came near my room, I'd castrate him. I led Danny upstairs, down the hall and opened the door to my room, which seemed to impress him because he ran right into my room ahead of me to stare around in awe.

It wasn't too impressive. Not like anything on MTV's My Crib. It was a relatively big room with a queen sized bed with wooden posts to match the wardrobe and nightstand. The reddish brown sheets were all tousled and I noticed that I left yesterday's laundry strewn across the floor. That didn't seem to detour Danny as he stared at the room.

"Holy crap! I feel like I'm in a freaking hotel suite! This place is awesome!" Danny exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder at me as I closed the door behind us. I locked it, mostly for our safety from Rick. I knew as well as anyone that I couldn't do anything to Danny.

It'd ruin everything. Now if I could just tell that to my cock.

"So, the diary?" I asked, cocking a brow as I walked over to the bed, plopping down. Danny blinked, as if just remembering, before he threw off my jacket and sat on the bed beside me. Not right beside me, just a couple feet away as if he was afraid I'd molest him.

"Man, I can't believe we did that!" Danny gasped as he stared down at the diary in his hands. I shrugged and took it from him, flipping it open to the most recent entry. I scanned it, then smirked.

"A confession." I stated as my eyes ran over the curly handwriting. Danny frowned curiously. Man, he was so cute when he did that. I made sure to shift so Danny couldn't see the bulge in my pants as I cleared my throat and read the entry aloud:

Dear Diary,

Like, omg, so you won't believe what happened today. Apparently, I heard from one of the freshies that Danny was getting into Blake Patterson's car! Can you believe that? Totally unbelievable. I was gonna talk to Danny about it today, but do you know what he did? He snubbed me! He practically smacked his hand in my face! That little jerk! I had thought that rumor about him knocking up whatsherface would put him back in line. Well, he didn't get away with it. Little Danny had no idea what I was doing during our lunch period! I used that freshy story and passed it around. You won't believe how many people actually believed that. Although, it got me wondering... It is curious. Danny disappared at the end of the day after practice and Devin was freaking out and trying to find him. I wonder if Danny and Blake really are lovers? Omg, how cute is that? I'd always known Danny was in denial about something, but this? Then again, Danny hates Blake as much as everyone else in the school.

If anything, I bet Blake is the one with the crush! It's totally obvious by the way Blake stalks him and tries to-

"This is stupid." I stated in annoyance. Damn, maybe Emily wasn't as stupid as I had thought she was. How had she guessed? It only took her what? Two days to figure it out? Danny must be the stupidest person on the planet or I'm just not as obvious as I thought I was.

"Whoa, what? You stalk me?" Danny demanded angrily. His cheeks were burning up a bright pink and his hair was falling all disheveled in his face. I glared at him, my mind working quickly.

"You're kidding me, right? I don't stalk anyone. She's a girl, Danny. Girls gossip about stupid garbage all the time that isn't true. Or do you want me to prove that again?" I asked. Danny paused and he seemed to ponder it before he huffed. I rolled my eyes and skimmed the page before I picked up reading where I left off, leaving out her tidbits about my secret infatuation with Danny Carter.

I had to give her credit, though. From simply skimming, I could tell she had it figured out rather well. Well, except for the fact that she said I fantasize about bondage. I was never into that sort of crap, that was Rick's style, not mine. If anything, my fantasizes weren't painful or involved any sort of leather.... Except maybe my jacket.

Yea, seeing Danny in my jacket was a bad idea. I was letting my mind wander. Imagining him in just the leather jacket and nothing else.

Whoa, holy crap. I'm turning into a pervert. That was irritating. Thanks a lot, Danny. I'm starting to turn into my brother. Eugh.

I read a couple entries aloud, pausing to yawn every so often and grunt. After a while, I paused to turn around to tell Danny I was gonna shower, but when I turned around, he was fast asleep. My eyes didn't dare pull away from this rare sight.

He was sprawled out besides me on the bed, lying down with his head tilted against my pillow, both of his hands up on either side of his head. I could faintly hear his breathing as I slowly closed the diary and placed it on the nightstand. I didn't get up, though. Part of me yelled to go shower, jack off, then go to sleep somewhere else.

But then there was that really horny bastard in me that had me inching closer to Danny on the bed. Before I knew it, I was hovering over him, staring down at his face. He looked even better when he was sleeping. His lips slightly parted and cheeks a bit pink from burying his face into the pillow, his hair all disheveled. His sleeveless sweatshirt was pushed up over his stomach already as if he was trying to scoot down on the bed or something and his jeans looked nice and loose, ready to come down to reveal those ugly plaid boxers.

What the hell was I doing?

I blinked as I realized how close I had gotten. My knee was settled between his thighs and my hands on either side of him, my lips tingling at the thought of kissing him again.

I couldn't do this. It'd ruin everything I had up until now. Not to mention, it'd reveal a vulnerability that I rather keep to myself.

Although... Maybe there was a slight chance it wouldn't go the wrong way?

Whoa, where'd that spark of hope come from?

Danny was, as Rick so crudely put it, "one of those guys that run around with torches, yelling BURN THE GAYS". If he woke up to me kissing him -again, might I add-, he'd probably freak out and never come back...

Ohhh, but then again. I had leverage. And everyone at school already thought he was dating me, so it'd make things worse for him if I agreed to it. I wouldn't mind. High school rumors were just plain old school to me...

Screw it. I was hovering over the focus of my fantasizes, lips only inches away and the heat of his body driving me wild. I couldn't stand it anymore. No more debating, no more making excuses, no more thinking. I wanted to feel.

I reached a hand up, brushing Danny's hair back from his forehead, running my fingers through those soft, caramel locks before I dipped my head down, my tongue easily sliding wetly into his mouth. I kept my eyes open to watch as Danny made a confused expression in his sleep. I felt myself twitch as Danny gave a faint moan.

Yea, that wasn't helping me keep control.

I dared to slide my other hand across his bare stomach. Lean muscles sculpted all the way up to his chest, where I let my hand rest for a while. I swore I felt his heart pounding in his chest as I kissed him deeply, letting my tongue dance with his. It felt wonderful. Even with something this innocent -well, compared to anything else that you're probably thinking of right now-, I felt my senses go wild with excitment and pleasure.

I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to get closer to him. I slid my hand around under his arm and around to his back, pulling him up off the bed for only a moment before his eyes seemed to slowly roll open drowsily. I broke our kiss immediately and froze, staring at him as he stared at me, but didn't seem to see me. Then he shifted a little.

"Mmm," He moaned sleepily, tossing his head to the side, "That tickles.... Do it again...."

"Danny, are you asleep?"

"Uh uh...."

"I'll take that as a yes." I muttered at his slurry response, watching as his eyes fluttered back to sleep. I just sat there for a moment, mostly stunned. I couldn't believe it. He was actually asleep. He talked in his sleep? What did he think I was doing to him? Or... No, he was dreaming of someone else. Not me.

"Blake," Danny murmured suddenly, making me glance over at him to see him snuggling against my pillow with his eyes closed, "You're such a freak.... I said do it againnn...."

Dear God. Did I hear that right?

"Danny?" I leaned over him, saying his name in his ear, hoping to wake him up. Instead, I received a soft little moan as he seemed to squirm a little before grimacing and opening his eyes slowly, but surely. I waited for him to speak more sleep talk, but it seemed this time, he really was awake because he gasped and seemed to try and sink into my bed away from me.

"Oh my God! What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Do you have any idea how fucking scary it is to wake up with you in my face?!" He yelled in my face, shoving me hard in the chest. I fell back on my ass, propping my knee up to rest an arm across it as Danny sat up slowly, uncertainly as he wiped at his mouth.

Wait. Wiped his mouth? How would he know if he was asleep?

"Danny, do you talk in your sleep?" I asked with a frown. Danny blinked, then shrugged and rolled his eyes.

"Sorry if I woke you up or something. Devin says I do it all the time, which is why we don't share a room anymore. He says I say nasty shit in my sleep."

"So... You weren't awake just a second ago?"

"Uhm, no? Why?"