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“You can’t be serious.” Sam says, and he’s trying not to grin. With his mouth pressed to Danny’s shoulder, he blushes. He can’t deny that this is giving him an ego boost - that his brothers are both into Danny but Sam’s the one who has him.
He places his fingers to Danny’s lips. Since he can’t see his face, he needs to gauge his reaction somehow. Danny laughs, pulling Sam’s hand away and kissing his fingertips. “What are you doing, Samuel?”
Testing the waters. Feeling around for a gauge. Is Danny into this, too?
“Checking if you’re smiling.” Sam says, giggling into the crook of Danny’s neck. He still can’t see his face very well, but he can picture it so easily. “Checking if you’re into the idea of fucking my other brother, too. Are you?”
He pictures Danny’s face - his flushed cheeks and incredulous smile. He’s probably wondering right now how exactly he got himself here. Sam doubts that when he met Sam all those years ago, the obnoxious boy sitting rows behind him in class, that this is where he’d end up. Wedged between Sam and his brother after sex and discussing bringing in another.
“What do you want me to say, Sammy?” Danny asks, as he’s tracing absentminded patterns on Jake’s belly. He’s so gentle, the sweetest person Sam has ever known, and he feels lucky that he gets to keep him as well as share him. He can hear the nerves in Danny’s voice and it breaks his heart a little, so he places a kiss to his shoulder, traces a heart on his back.
That’s what Danny does for him, when they’re lying together and Sam is in the middle of a panic. The shape soothes him, almost as much as the feeling of Danny’s fingers delicate on his skin.
“I think this was really fun and really hot, and I think you liked it too.” Sam says, running his knuckles up and down Danny’s side. He needs to comfort him, let him know it’s okay. “I want to know what you’re feeling about what Jake just told us. And whatever your answer is, Daniel, I love you.”
Danny rolls over on his back and Jake and Sam scoot over in either direction to make room. They both turn to face him, wrapping their arms around his middle. Danny’s eyes are closed, and Sam can tell that he’s feeling anxious, that he’s scared he’ll say the wrong thing. Sam places a kiss to Danny’s cheek, then to his forehead, rests his hand over Danny’s heart. Jake shuffles closer.
“I think,” Danny starts, then takes a deep breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them again and looks directly at Sam. “Yeah, I think I want to do that. If that’s okay with you, baby.”
Sam is beaming, in love with the safety and openness that they have. This unorthodox thing that they’ve all created together. Every pang of jealousy or doubt he ever felt has melted away.
“We’ll talk to Josh tomorrow.” Sam says, resting a hand on Danny’s cheek and kissing him deeply.
Danny has barely talked to him all morning. He was out of bed by the time Sam woke up, already in the kitchen making breakfast. They had kissed good morning but it didn’t linger like it normally does.
It’s not the silent treatment. It’s not cruel. It’s kind but nothing more. Not intimate or delicate.
It’s like they’re roommates, not lovers - acquaintances, not partners.
When Danny sets a plate of food down on the coffee table in front of Sam without a word and starts to walk away, Sam can’t take it anymore.
“Baby,” Sam pleads, grabbing Danny’s hand before he can get too far. Danny just stares, something in his eyes that Sam can’t place. It worries him. “I’m going outside for a smoke. Will you keep me company?”
Danny nods. A good sign, at least.
But he doesn’t wait before he walks to the front door, opens it and steps outside. He doesn’t look back, either. Normally when he asks Danny to join him for a smoke, Danny will join their hands and follow him out. This time, it’s like he doesn’t care whether or not Sam is behind him.
“Do you still love me?” Danny says when Sam places the cigarette between his lips. Sam is completely taken aback. When he looks over, he sees that Danny isn’t looking at him, but staring directly at the porch beneath his feet.
He doesn’t understand the question. He thinks he says it enough, tells Danny that he loves him every chance he gets. He doesn’t know what he did to make Danny doubt that, and it scares him, like Danny knows something he doesn’t.
“Of course I still love you.” Sam says, placing a hand on Danny’s cheek, wordlessly pleading for Danny to look at him. But Danny recoils, and Sam feels cold and empty. “Daniel. You know I’m so in love with you. What is this about?”
Danny turns to him and smiles, but it’s forced. His eyes are sad. He lets Sam hold his hand, but his grip is loose. He’s just letting it lie there. He sighs and looks away again.
Everything has been perfect. Last night was so perfect but now Sam feels like he’s stuck in a nightmare. Something is wrong and he’s not in on it - he’s done something awful but he can’t even begin to imagine what it was.
“Whatever it is, I’ll fix it. Just tell me what’s going on.”
He takes another drag and realizes his hands are shaking. Then he notices that his entire body is shaking, but he didn’t realize. He can’t feel a thing. He’s panicking, and Danny won’t do what he normally does when Sam feels this way - trace little hearts on his skin and hold his hand.
“I’m just feeling anxious, I guess.” Danny says, finally meeting Sam’s eyes. He’s shaking too, which Sam finds reassuring as well as heartbreaking. He never wanted to make Danny feel this way. “Am I enough for you still? Like, only me?”
Oh, Danny.
“Why are you so open about all this? Why aren’t you jealous?”
It’s when Sam finally knows what’s going on that he feels really stupid. He made a terrible fucking mistake. All this time that he spent worried that he would be crossing a line with his brothers, he didn’t stop for a second to think about Danny, or if he was crossing a line with his partner.
If he’d thought for even a moment that Danny had any doubts or any insecurities about this, he would have stopped it in its tracks. He loves Danny so much. He wants nothing more than to make him feel safe and secure and loved.
He would do anything to go back in time and change everything, focus on making Danny as happy as he makes him and nothing else. He squeezes Danny’s hand and Danny squeezes back.
Maybe he did get too caught up in it. A little addicted. The power it gave him over his brothers, that they wanted Danny but could only have him because Sam said so. That they could have him but he would never be theirs, that at the end of the day Danny came home to Sam and shared his bed and had his heart and loved him most.
That at the end of the day, no matter what else happened, Sam and Danny were the only two that really mattered. He realizes the possessive aspect and feels nothing but guilt, that he didn’t have the proper consideration for his boyfriend or how this would make him feel.
“It’s because I trust you, because I love you, and because I know that it’s all just fun. After everything, it’s just you and me.” Sam says, trying his best to hold Danny’s gaze. He’s still fucking shaking, so nervous and on the verge of crying but can’t risk Danny reading into any of that as doubt. “You’re enough. You’re more than enough, baby.”
The truth is, it’s all he can’t think about sometimes. Spending their lives with each other and raising a perfect family, growing old together and dying on the same day so they never have to be apart. It’s only because they’re his brothers that Sam is open to the idea of letting Jake and Josh be involved. It won’t be a regular thing - Sam will get bored of it quickly. Just a fun little thing that they do until it goes back to just Sam and Danny forever. He could never get bored of just Danny. If it were anyone but his brothers he would absolutely crumble - wouldn’t be able to stomach seeing Danny with anyone else.
It’s only because he sees himself and his brothers and Danny as extensions of each other, like this fucked up orb where everything and everyone is connected and exactly the same.
“They’re my brothers - that’s the only reason I’m not being killed by jealousy over this. Because I know with you and my brothers I’m safe.” Sam says, and he’s making sure that Danny is maintaining eye contact with a hand resting on his cheek. He needs him to see in his eyes that he’s being sincere, that he means every word he’s saying. He can see Danny’s face softening, his panic fading. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t want it, neither do I, okay? It’s always gonna be just you and me, and no one else gets to step foot in our bedroom unless you say. Okay?”
Danny smiles. It’s his actual, real smile this time, not one full of nerves and doubt and sadness. Sam moves a hand to the side of Danny’s neck and Danny leans into it this time, lets Sam be gentle with him. “Okay. Okay, I trust you, Sammy.”
Sam moves into kiss him then, hard and deep and absolutely perfect - the real good morning kiss they didn’t get to have. Danny melts into it and Sam can feel the tension leaving his body. He smiles into the kiss, cigarette long burnt out from the neglect. They pull away, but Sam presses himself as close as he can to Danny’s side, lighting the cigarette again.
“So where do we stand on Josh?” Sam asks, handing the cigarette off to Danny. Normally he doesn’t smoke, but it’s been a long morning already and Sam selfishly loves the way he looks with something between his lips. “Yes or no?”
Danny grins.
“I think yes. We can call him later on.” Danny says, pressing himself impossibly closer, placing a hand high up and far in on Sam’s thigh and squeezing. “But right now I kinda want to go back to bed with you. What do you think?”
Sam nods, smiles, places his hand atop where Danny’s is resting on his thigh. Danny stubs out the cigarette before it’s done, and Sam will remember to scold him about that later, but for now he just follows Danny inside.
When they get to the bedroom, Danny strips off his shirt and crawls under the covers. He pats the spot next to him. Sam gets as close as possible. Danny traces a heart on his back and he knows that at least for now they’ll be okay.
“I’m so sorry.” Sam says, squeezing Danny tighter. “I’ll always love you the most.”
“It’s okay, darling.” Danny says, placing a soft kiss to Sam’s neck. “We’re okay.”
“It’s not an accusation, Josh. It’s a question.” Sam says, and he’s trying not to laugh. Josh’s expression on the screen is incredulous, embarrassed, and Sam thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. “Do you want to fuck my boyfriend or no?”
“The betrayal.” Josh says, ever the dramatic. His tone is defensive and his eyes are shifty. “Betrayed by my own twin.”
Sam is fully expecting him to say no, hang up the phone angrily at any moment. But he wants to hear him say it. He needs that yes or no answer, if for nothing else then for his ego.
Based on how this conversation has gone so far, he really doesn’t expect what Josh says next.
“I mean, obviously I want to fuck Danny. Everyone wants to fuck Danny.” Josh says while looking away from the camera. Sam turns to look at Danny and his face is flushed. He’s trying not to smile. “I want to know what it’s like more than anything else. Like, I’d want to watch.”
“You want to watch Danny fuck me?”
“Oh, you’re a bottom, Sam?”
“Sometimes. Shut the fuck up, Josh.”
Danny is trying not to laugh, and it makes Sam feel small. But not in a bad way. In a safe, protected, delicate, completely endeared and in love sort of way.
Danny’s beauty makes him long and ache. He reaches for Danny’s hand and Danny intertwines their fingers. He’s so grateful that Danny gets to hear this praise from someone other than Sam. He wishes that all Danny ever had to hear was praise and adoration.
He looks to Danny with a soft smile, squeezes his hand. Danny meets his eyes and grins, Sam raises his eyebrows in question.
“Come on over and watch, then.” Danny finally answers, and Sam feels short of breath hearing it. He’s so lucky to call this man his, he loves the confidence he’s exuding, the feeling of power he can tell this gives Danny.
“On my way.” Josh says, hanging up the call without time for either of them to respond.
Danny laughs, throwing his head back with that bright, beautiful belly laugh that first made Sam fall for him.
“You’re out of your mind.” Sam says, placing a hand at the back of Danny’s neck and drawing him in for a kiss. “I can’t believe you. You’re everything, Daniel.”
Josh had called Jake on his way over, mostly to yell at him, but that led to Jake and Josh both sitting at the end of Danny and Sam’s bed, intently watching them make out with each other.
Sam is so surprised by how self conscious he isn’t. Grinding in Danny’s lap, wrapping himself around him, unashamedly moaning and gasping. Really showing off for his brothers.
“I feel like I didn’t think this through. Why are we here?” Sam hears Josh whisper to Jake. Sam and Danny pull away from each other, smirk and laugh. Danny shrugs.
“Maybe if you joined us instead of staring.” Sam says, craning his neck to look at Josh. “Come on Joshy, you really don’t wanna taste him?”
Josh’s cheeks are bright red. Sam looks at Danny, questioning, and Danny nods. Sam kisses him one last time then crawls off of Danny, motioning for Josh to take his place, and he does.
Josh hesitantly straddles Danny, resting his palms on Danny’s bare torso. Danny slides his hands under Josh’s shirt, petting his abs and sighing.
“Can I take this off you?” Danny asks, and Josh blushes, shrugs, nods. Danny removes his hands from under Josh’s shirt and Josh whines. “Your words, Josh. You have to say it or I won’t touch you.”
“Yes, please.” Josh says, pressing his palms harder into Danny, wiggling a bit in Danny’s lap and moaning like he wasn’t expecting any of this at all. “Take it off, please. I want you to touch me.”
Danny smirks, amused. He scoots back to sit against the headboard and brings Josh with him, holding him close to his body. He runs his hands over Josh’s torso again, enjoying the feel of the soft skin under his fingertips. Josh’s eyes flutter closed, only momentarily, before looking Danny directly in the eyes, his hands resting on Danny’s shoulders.
“Is this what you want? For me to touch you like this?” Danny asks, teasing. Josh nods, looking downwards, uncharacteristically bashful. Danny grins, completely endeared by this new side of Josh that he’s truly never seen. Finally, he pulls Josh’s shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. “Is that all you want? My hands on you…up here?”
Josh shakes his head, and Danny withdraws his hands. Josh takes them in his own, places them on his chest, then remembers what Danny had told him to do. Use your words. “I mean, it is what I want. Keep touching me, please. But I want your mouth too.”
“Yeah? You want my mouth where?” Danny asks. He slides a hand to the side of Josh’s neck. “You want my mouth here?” Josh nods. Danny’s hand travels to Josh’s chest. “What about here?” Josh nods. The hand now travels down, way down, to where Josh is hard in his pants. He just runs a finger over the bulge, and Josh whines, which breaks off into a moan when Danny presses harder. “What about here? Do you want my mouth here?”
“Everywhere, but…can I please kiss you?”
“Oh?” Danny asks, not expecting Josh to actually ask. Not expecting him to be this vulnerable, this soft. “Mmm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Sammy what he thinks?”
“Can I kiss him?” Josh asks, turning around to look at Sam, his eyes pleading for Sam to just say yes. He gives Sam a once over, clearly hard in his underwear, disheveled, and Jake matches. But he says nothing, just continues for his own benefit. “Please let me kiss him.”
“Do you want him to kiss you, baby?” Sam asks, directed towards Danny. He really hopes Danny doesn’t notice what’s happening with him and Jake, or he doesn’t care, or he likes it. He’ll worry about that later. Danny grins. He definitely knows.
“He is awfully pretty…” Danny says, admiring Josh’s features. He rests a palm on his cheek, loving the way his face flushes at the action. “It would be a shame not to kiss him, wouldn’t it?”
Josh is completely still in Danny’s lap, other than his hands petting at the back of Danny’s neck. He’s gazing at him like a prayer, silent pleas of kiss me, please, kiss me.
“I never thought I would see you this needy.” Danny says, digging his fingertips into Josh’s hips, almost painfully hard. “You really want me to kiss you, huh?”
Josh nods, whines “Please, Danny.”
“I will, don’t worry. Be patient.” Danny says, and Josh shifts in his lap impatiently. “I wanna see something first. I think you’ll like it, too. Come sit next to me, darling.”
Josh does, crawling off of Danny’s lap and curling into his side, resting his head on Danny’s shoulder, impossibly close. “What is it?”
Danny gestures towards Sam and Jake, both still looking a mess. So Josh and Danny both definitely noticed. “You know what they were doing behind our backs, don’t you?” Danny prompts.
“I do.” Josh responds, adjusting himself in his pants. His skin is burning hot beneath Danny’s fingers. “I think so.”
Sam just wanted to know what it was like to kiss Jake. Just a little taste, that’s all. He never meant for it to turn into a thing, Danny and Josh staring at them like this and Jake too, gazing a little hungrily at his brother. Sam can’t deny what it’s doing to him though, how it’s making his heart beat faster and his skin flush - a mix of feelings he can’t identify.
“Danny…” Sam starts, suddenly incredibly shy at the prospect of him watching.
“Don’t you want to show me, baby?” Danny asks, eyes far too innocent for what he’s asking. He runs his hand up Josh’s thigh and Josh shivers. “You’ve been doing a lot of watching, don’t you think it’s my turn?”
He does. He really sees where he’s coming from, even though it feels strange. He wants to do this for Danny. He wants to keep kissing Jake and he wants Danny to see, and he can’t think about what that means.
Sam and Jake share a look, exchanging a question, all words unspoken. Then Sam decides to go for it, reaching around and running his hands through Jake’s hair and pressing their lips together.
Jake parts Sam’s lips with his tongue and Sam moans involuntarily. He’s shy, but he loves that Danny is watching him. He’s always felt hot and small and shy under Danny’s gaze, but it’s his favorite thing. He will continue to do anything to keep Danny looking at him. Even when that involves climbing into Jake’s lap, facing Danny and Josh, letting them watch as Jake sucks marks into his neck.
Danny’s eyes are hazy, wide, transfixed. Josh is in a daze, barely able to keep his eyes open and focus on what’s in front of them. That’s when Sam lowers his eyes, notices that Danny has Josh’s pants open, his hand down the front, Josh’s cock hard under his palm. Sam moans at the sight.
“How do you like his hands, Josh?” Sam asks, wiggling in Jake’s lap, gasping at a particularly harsh bite to his collarbone. “Feels good, right? I’ve always loved how rough they are but he’s still so gentle with you.”
Josh sighs, head thrown back, completely giving himself over to Danny. He lifts his head to look at Sam, struggling to keep his eyes open. “It feels so good, Sammy.”
Sam watches dreamily, wishing it was him instead who Danny was touching. Jake’s mouth is all over him but he can’t focus - just continues to watch Danny in awe. How he’s so gentle but so in control, so caring but forceful all at once.
“Do you still want my mouth?” Danny asks Josh. Sam has to pay extra close attention so he can hear it, the words whisper-soft and breathy in Josh’s ear.
Josh nods, clearly suppressing a moan. “Yes, Danny. Please.”
Danny finally kisses him, and Sam can see the relief coursing through him. The way that he immediately sighs into it, threading his fingers through Danny’s hair, opening his mouth to invite Danny’s tongue in, almost as if it’s second nature.
When Josh crawls back into Danny’s lap, getting as close as possible to kiss him deeper, Danny moves his lips to Josh’s neck.
Josh sighs, and Sam wishes he could see it as well as hear it. Josh is wiggling in his lap and Danny whispers something Sam can’t make out, but then he’s spreading Josh out on the bed in front of him, pulling Josh’s pants down his legs.
“You two might want to watch this.” Danny says, before pulling Josh’s cock out and taking it into his mouth. Danny groans around him and Josh gasps, and it’s gorgeous. Josh’s sounds and the look on his face, Danny’s concentration, it’s almost too much.
The sound of Danny’s gag when Josh hits the back of his throat, it’s music to Sammy’s ears. He can almost feel it, phantom sensations all over his body as he watches. Danny pulls off Josh’s cock, replaces his mouth with his hand, big and rough, and kisses a trail up Josh’s torso.
Josh is pressing his eyes shut, moaning, threading his hands through Danny’s hair. Josh pulls Danny up by the back of his head, smashing their lips together. They’re both moaning into it - Josh is fucking into Danny’s hand, and Sam knows he’ll cum soon. He can tell by the look on his face and the way he’s gasping. Danny has him right on the edge, it’s clear as day, and that’s when he pulls his hand away, kisses Josh harder and deeper.
Josh tries to replace Danny’s hand with his own, but Danny slaps it away. Holds both of Josh’s wrists together above his head.
“Uh-uh, not until I say.” Danny whispers, kissing Josh’s cheek, and Josh whines, desperately thrusting upwards for friction but getting nothing. “Shh, it’s okay, baby.”
Sam is grinding in Jake’s lap, letting Jake suck little marks into his neck, but he’s transfixed on Danny. He almost feels guilty, using his brother like this, but he knows that Jake knows what’s happening. Sam imagines they’re both doing the same thing - they’re with each other but fantasizing about Danny, his hands, his mouth.
That’s confirmed when Jake pulls Sam tighter into his lap, gasps, but he’s whispering Danny over and over into the crook of Sam’s neck, like a prayer. Jake is close, too - they both are.
He gets a little lost in it, grinding faster, harder, chasing the high. He looks to Danny and Josh and Danny has his hand wrapped around Josh’s cock again, his other hand still holding Josh’s wrists. He’s kissing Josh’s belly and Josh is gasping, eyes closed.
Sam doesn’t want it like this, he realizes. He doesn’t want to cum separately from Danny - he wants to finish while Danny is inside him, with Danny filling him up. And then he remembers, what Josh had said on the phone.
I want to know what it’s like more than anything. Like, I’d want to watch.
“Don’t cum yet, Jakey.” Sam says, placing a hand on Jake’s cheek and Jake stills - he pulls his mouth away from Sam’s neck and looks him in the eyes, pupils blown. “We’re not done, baby.”
He cradles Jake’s chin, turns his face so they’re both watching Danny and Josh. Sam sighs, anticipating what’s left to come, and rests his cheek against Jake’s.
“Aren’t they something?” Sam asks, admiring the scene in front of them, and Jake nods. He’s not even looking for an answer though, because he knows it. They’re gorgeous together, Danny and Josh, but it’s because of Danny. It’s because of the effect that he has on everyone around him, making them feel good, making everything ethereal - everything is gorgeous and dreamlike with Danny involved. Sam sighs again, in a trance, that Danny is his. That he’ll get to feel this ethereal and live in this fairytale forever.
“Daniel,” Sam starts, but Danny remains focused on the task at hand, kissing Josh’s belly and jerking him off torturously slow. “Baby, don’t forget why he’s here.”
Danny looks at Sam then, stilling his hand and resting his cheek on Josh’s tummy. He grins, mischievous, then looks up at Josh. “Still wanna watch me fuck your baby brother, Joshy?”
Josh nods enthusiastically, Sam shivers. He’s really warming up to it - he likes the idea of being watched more than he thought he would. He’s so fucked. He could see himself becoming addicted to this, or maybe that’s just the heat of the moment taking hold of him.
“Do you wanna watch too, Jake?” Sam asks, and Jake blushes but nods. Sam’s ego has never been this big before - he knows they’re more interested in watching Danny fuck, not as much in watching their brother get fucked, but still… they’ll get to see just how much Danny worships him. He’s getting shy, but more excited than anything, to be in a room with other people with Danny paying attention to only him.
“Get undressed and get on your back for me, Sam.” Danny says, and Sam scrambles off of Jake’s lap, eager to please. Josh and Jake move to sit in the chairs on either side of the dresser, giving Sam and Danny room to work. Sam quickly undresses then gets back on the bed, and Danny crawls between his legs.
“Do you like being watched, Sammy?” Danny whispers, kissing down Sam’s neck. Sam nods, blushes, feeling bashful but thrumming with excitement. “You should. You look so gorgeous, baby.”
“You make me feel gorgeous.” Sam says, and Danny smiles, soft, and kisses him. “I love you so much, Daniel.”
“Love you more, Sam,” Danny says, smiling and kissing his cheek. Normally Sam would argue, but he doesn’t have the energy, completely focused on getting Danny inside of him. “How many fingers do you want, darling?”
Sam has to think about it. He wants to be properly stretched, but he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to wait to get to it.
“I want 3,” Sam says, hoping his eyes do the pleading that his words can’t. Danny just stares, and Sam knows he’s holding back from saying what he normally would because Josh and Jake are here and he’s shy. Little bits of their sex life that he’s wanting to keep for himself - not saying out loud what’s the magic word? like a preschool teacher. But Sam knows. “Please, Danny. I want 3 fingers, please.”
“Lube or spit?” Danny asks, and Sam feels like he’s tormenting him. Sam is feeling more needy now than he normally is, all caught up in what they’re doing here. Sam usually has more patience, glows under Danny’s delicate slowness and care. But right now he wishes Danny would make the decisions, take control of the situation and get to the point. “I asked you a question, Samuel. Lube or spit?”
“God, Daniel, it doesn’t matter…” Sam says, impatient. His head is foggy and he can’t even imagine making another decision right now, even one as simple and straight forward as this one. “Just want you. Baby, please.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Danny says, placing a feather-light kiss to Sam’s mouth. He rests a hand on Sam’s face, strokes the pad of his thumb over Sam’s cheek. Sam glows under his gaze. “But if you want me, I need you to tell me how to make you feel good, okay?”
The way that Danny is holding him and talking to him and treating him like he’s something precious isn’t new - it’s the standard. Danny always talks him through it, makes sure he’s comfortable every step of the way, no matter how long they’ve been doing this or how many times. But knowing that his brothers are hearing it is making him shy. This normally private moment starting to feel like a public affair. He feels proud, but he’s blushing and covering his face with his hands.
“Sammy, baby, just tell me what you need. It’s just you and me, remember?”
“Lube, please.” Sam says. He’s looking at Danny and Danny is looking him in the eyes right back, the same expression he’s grown to love that makes him feel so safe, the softness and care in his gaze that tells him everything will always be okay.
“That’s my good boy, thank you.” Danny says, meeting Sam’s lips again. They both sigh into it, the feeling of them so close to one another never getting old, not even for a moment. “I’ll be right back, okay? Hold tight.”
Sam nods, but makes a point to shut his eyes tight when Danny climbs off the bed. He can’t bear to look at Josh and Jake, see them staring, but he can feel their eyes on him. He feels hot all over. He hears whispering and he can’t tell what’s being said, plus he’s trying to ignore it. Shut out every external thing.
He hears a door close, and Danny’s weight crawling back on to the bed moments later. He doesn’t remember leaving the door open. He chooses not to think about it.
He keeps his eyes closed, trying to settle himself down. He’s reminding himself that he wants to do this, that he’s safe, that everything is okay. When he feels a slick finger prodding his hole, he flinches, and the finger is immediately gone.
“Are you okay? Should I stop?”
“No, no, I’m fine, I promise, keep going.”
“Are you sure, babe?”
Sam nods. He’s sure. “Yes, I’m positive. Danny, please.”
Danny opens him up torturously slow, taking special care to make sure that Sam is as stretched and comfortable as possible. One finger becomes two becomes three and it feels like hours - but he can’t help but glow under the attention that makes him feel so cared for.
When Danny finally pushes inside, it’s everything. It’s everything Sam has been waiting for since this morning, since their little spat. To just be this close to Danny, have him inside of him, his favorite thing on earth.
Danny fucks him slowly, but thrusts a little harder every push inside, making sweat bead up on Sam’s hairline. Danny kisses his forehead, whispering things into his skin that he can’t make out but he doesn’t need to. He knows it’s kindness, it’s softness, it’s love. It’s all that matters.
“Baby,” Sam says, bringing his hand to hold onto Danny’s where it’s resting on his cheek. “Danny, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
Danny grins, fucks Sam harder, faster. “Cum for me, darling. Show me how good you are.”
Sam gasps, groans in a way that sounds unattractive in his ears and he’ll be embarrassed by later, but right now it doesn’t matter, because Danny is buried deep inside of him, latching on to Sam’s neck as he cums, and Sam’s cum is covering his own belly.
Sam keeps his eyes squeezed shut. Even as Danny pulls out, gets off the bed, comes back with a wet washcloth and cleans him up, and crawls into bed next to him, his eyes are closed. He’s so exhausted, so spent, but still not ready for this to be over. Not ready to face this reality that waits for him outside of just him and Danny.
But when he opens his eyes, they’re alone in the room. It’s just him and Danny, the bedroom door closed, complete silence aside from Danny’s breathing and the ceiling fan.
“They left?” Sam asks.
“Yeah, they left a while ago.” Danny says, and Sam wonders why he didn’t tell him, if he knew. Maybe he just didn’t want to take Sam out of the moment, and he’s grateful for that. But now he’s worried they’re mad at him. “I think they figured that moment was just for us. Your phone vibrated a bit ago, though. Could be them.”
He reaches to the bedside table for his phone, a text from Josh on the screen, followed by one from Jake a few minutes later.
That was a moment just for you two so we thought we’d leave you to it. I’m happy for you baby brother. Danny really loves you.
That’s Josh.
Love ya, kid xx
That’s Jake.
It’s really true. He tries not to let it make him cry. With Danny and with his brothers, he will always be safe. He places his phone back on the table and snuggles closer, happier than ever.