16: before

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June
1989

Danny and Peter didn't talk about what they saw outside the clinic. They didn't talk about it on the way home, and they didn't talk about it when they laid side by side on Peter's bed, listening to the radio and smoking in silence. It felt heavy and unspeakable. It felt outrageous and impossible. And when Danny went home that evening, he wondered if they would ever be able to talk about it.

Danny was back outside the Wicks' family trailer just a few hours later, blood dripping from his split lip onto his creased collar, and a bruise marking his swollen cheek. He stood outside Peter's window for a moment, trembling and hesitating, before casting his eyes towards Scott's window. His light was on.

After a knock on the glass, Scott's blinds were ripped open, his sweet honey eyes widening when he saw the state of Danny's face. He quickly opened the window, standing back to let Danny clamber through, before shutting it behind him.

"Bloody hell, Danny, are you-?"

He was cut off when Danny's lips crashed against his, hot metallic blood trickling into Scott's mouth as Danny tangled his fingers into Scott's soft hair, nudging him onto the bed. There were a few burning moments of electricity and frustration and pure unfiltered lust, and then, Scott pulled away.

"What happened?" He asked firmly, pushing Danny off of him, scooting as far to the edge of the bed as he could. If they were an inch closer, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself.

Danny reached across, taking Scott's hand in his, "Neither of us wanna talk about my Dad right now-"

"I do!" Scott whispered back irritatedly, "Because you're bleeding and you're hurt, and you don't just get to come in here all...all..."

"M'sorry." Danny mumbled, smoothing his thumb over the back of Scott's hand, tracing shapes on his soft skin.

Scott looked up at him. He had expected an argument. A roll of the eyes. A sarcastic comment. Scott sighed, "You okay?"

Danny was so used to lying, he was surprised how easy it was the tell the truth, "No." He breathed, something in his voice breaking a little.

Scott had never seen him vulnerable before. So exposed and unguarded. No stupid grin, or witty remarks. Just Danny, a scared teenager, covered in bruises, helpless and broken. His bright green eyes were foggy, sad, and begging for Scott's understanding.

Scott wrapped his hand around Danny's and pulled the blond boy into his chest. They laid there in silence, legs tangled up, Danny's ear pressed to Scott's ribcage, listening to the sound of his beating heart, his lip spilling blood onto Scott's soft white t-shirt. And Scott had a hand in Danny's hair, another one rubbing his back, and everything felt fragile and delicate and sweet. And then, Danny started to cry.

"H-He's never gonna stop." He whispered, not bothering to wipe his tears away as he buried his face into Scott's chest. He let himself break, and scatter into a million piece, spilling himself all over the sweet brunette.

Scott continued to brush his fingers through Danny's dishevelled blond curls, "What happened?" He murmured.

"H-He just...He...He doesn't need a reason." Danny sniffled, "He's just angry at everything. At my M-Mum, and at me, and at the world and I...I don't know how to make him stop, I just...I-I..."

"It's okay." Scott wrapped his arms around Danny and pulled him impossibly closer, "You're okay." He didn't know what else to say. Nothing could make this better. Nothing could change the fact that eventually, Danny would have to return to his trailer, to his family, to his Father, to violence.

And because there was nothing to say, they laid there in silence, Danny's head on Scott's chest, curled into his side, his hair tickling Scott's chin. They listened to each other's breathing, each other's heart beats, wondering whether they could lie there long enough, and eventually merge into one person with eight limbs.

Danny was the first to break the silence, "M'sorry." He mumbled.

"Don't." Scott whispered back, "Just don't."

"I got blood on your top." He said, picking his head up off of Scott's chest, immediately missing the sound of his beating heart.

Scott looked down at the crimson stain on his top, then at the smear of blood around Danny's mouth. He reached up, swiping his thumb across Danny's lower lip in an attempt to brush the blood away. Then he leant in, and kissed him softly.

"Scott." Danny whispered into his mouth, then kissed him back, slow and gentle, nudging him back onto the pillow. There was so much more he wanted to say, but he was too afraid. And so, he said it silently, with his hands crawling up Scott's top, fingertips tracing his hipbones, and every curve of his ribcage.

"Danny." Scott whispered back, letting himself be kissed, touched, taken care of. He could taste the blood in his mouth, and sense the small recoils of pain that shot through Danny's body whenever he brushed against a fresh bruise.

They kissed slowly and purposefully and affectionately. They touched each other with kindness and sensitivity and sweet longing. There was no rush, no messy frustration, no teeth and scratches. Just Danny and Scott, all hot flesh and breathlessness.

Danny kissed his way down Scott's chest, fingertips circling his hips and stomach, sending tingles of heat throughout both of their bodies; like something warm and inviting throbbing beneath their ribcages. It was something different and uncertain and frightening. Something neither of them wanted to confront just yet.

Danny paused for a second, eyes flicking up to Scott's face; to his flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and the stars in his eyes. "You're all sweetness, y'know that?" Danny whispered softly.

Scott's expression shifted, the corners of his lips twisting into a smile; a genuine one. "So are you." He murmured back.

Danny shook his head, "No, I'm not." He smiled sadly, "You're too sweet for me. Far too sweet."

Scott propped himself up with his elbows, looking at Danny, through Danny. The stars were gone from his eyes, but the softness was still there. "Sorry."

Danny pulled away, the heat disappearing between them. He took Scott's face in his hands; round cheeks between strong hands. "Why are you apologising?"

Scott couldn't look away, not when Danny was holding his face, rooting him to the spot with those sparkling green eyes, full of curiosity, lingering with lust, "I...I..." Scott chewed on his lower lip nervously.

"Scott." Danny didn't let go of his face, his thumbs smoothing over Scott's warm cheeks.

"I'm too sweet for you." He repeated Danny's words back to him, "I'm not...brave or strong or... I'm not like my brother."

Danny smiled softly, "I love your brother." He said, "But I don't don't wanna kiss him 'til I can't breathe. I don't wanna...I mean...fuck, Scott, the things I wanna do to you, you have no idea..."

Scott gulped, the flush in his cheeks deepening, "Danny..."

"Scott." Danny shot back.

"Danny."

"Scott."

"M'sorry I'm...I'm not what you..." Scott trailed off, finally mustering the strength to shake out of Danny's grip. "I'm not...y'know..."

Danny frowned, "You're not what?"

"I can tell that you...you hate the fact that you're attracted to me...I'm not...I'm not what you should be into. I'm not a girl, and I'm not-"

"You're all sweetness." Danny said again. "And don't...don't say things like that. Don't apologise for..." He groaned in frustration. He didn't have the words. Because Scott was right; Danny hated that he was attracted to him. He was full of shame and disgust and guilt. But that wasn't Scott's problem, it was Danny's. "Stop feeling bad for existing."

Scott sighed sadly, fingers tangling into Danny's again, "A-And you don't mind, that I...I'm not loud and confident and...y'know, I'm just...?"

"I don't want you to be like Peter." Danny told him gently, "I'm not attracted to Peter. I'm attracted to you; you and all your shyness and awkwardness and sweetness."

Scott smiled, and his face glowed. He wrapped his arms around the back of Danny's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. And this time, it wasn't slow and gentle and affectionate. It was needy and desperate and sinful.

They rolled back onto the bed, limbs entangled, breath caught in each other's throat, blood between their lips.

And as the sun rose above the trailer park, Danny and Scott, tucked away in a private moment of bliss, found their own small sliver of happiness. And for at least a little while, all was well.


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