Gremlins Part 2
Here's part 2!
That'd happened Friday night. Danny had walked halfway home before he realized that Stiles lived a lot further away than he'd initially thought. And it was fucking freezing. He'd ended up calling Jackson. Jackson had been with Erica, but he didn't seem too upset about having to leave.
"Trouble in paradise?" Danny had asked sarcastically. Man, he was on a douchebag roll tonight.
"If I were you, I wouldn't talk shit to the guy who just drove halfway across fucking town to pick your wet ass up. You were there with Stiles, who has a jeep, no matter how shitty. He should be giving your pneumonic bound ass a ride. With that being said…Trouble in paradise?" Jackson had retorted, though his face stayed neutral.
"Touché." Danny had known better than to push his luck. Friend or not, Jackson wasn't one to roll with the punches. And he was wet in Jackson's Porsche, which was plenty of reason for Jackson through a bitch fit. Jackson had parked in the driveway, cut the car off and got out without saying a word. Danny raised an eyebrow at him. Jackson just looked at him for a second or two, an unimpressed expression imprinted onto his face.
"I obviously can't go back to Erica's. And I don't want to hear my dad's mouth. I picked you up, wet clothes and all. The least you can do is let me crash here."
Danny hadn't say anything in response, just nodded and walked around to the back door. His parents were generally cool with him coming home late, as long as he did come home. And they would care even less if Jackson was present. That hadn't meant that he wanted to chance waking them. There was always the chance that they'd want to play totally concerned parent.
Jackson had followed him upstairs silently. As soon as they entered his room, Danny had shed his wet clothes and headed towards his bathroom. It was times like this he was grateful for having his own. Jackson lost his shirt, pants, shoes and socks. He'd paid no attention to Danny's nudity. They were like brothers, and had an unspoken rule that there would be no weirdness between them. They had an understanding; Jackson was 100% straight and Danny was 100% not interested in anything sexual with Jackson.
By the time Danny had finished his shower, steam still rolling of his slightly damp skin, Jackson was passed out on the black leather couch that Danny kept in his room for these moments especially. It was big enough for Jackson to crash comfortably without waking up to pains. Jackson had snatched one of Danny's pillows and the blanket that Danny kept thrown across the back of the couch. Once Danny was sure that Jackson was comfortable, he'd climbed into bed himself. His brain had tried to keep him wake by conjuring up pictures of Stiles from various moments from that night, but his body was thoroughly exhausted and he was practically dead to the world by the time his head hit the pillow.
*Saturday morning was spent with him filling Jackson in on what had happened. The thing about Jackson was that he was a dick most of the time, but he was an awesome friend whenever Danny needed him to be. And he didn't bullshit Danny by automatically taking his side, despite the fact that he wasn't really that fond of Stiles. He confirmed what Danny had feared from the very beginning.
"You're hopelessly and totally in love with him." Jackson sounded oddly pleased about the whole ordeal and it freaked Danny out a little. "And you pretty much fucked it up royally when you bolted last night."
Danny fell back on to his bed with a groan. "What do you think I should do?"
"I don't really see what the big fucking deal is. You've been seeing stars for him for the longest time now. And when you finally get him right where you want him, you cop out and run like a little bitch. What's up with that?"
"I don't know," Danny confessed. "One second I had my tongue in his mouth," Jackson gagged at the visual and Danny smirked. "The next I was having a major meltdown and running down the street. So once again, what do you think I should do?"
"Depends," Jackson replied with a shrug. "Do you want me to be a good friend or a bad one?"
"I need a good friend right now." Danny turned to face Jackson. Jackson had a subdued expression on his face.
"In that case, you should stop being such a pussy. Man up and just tell him. Tell him everything from this sappy gremlins/feelings shit to being such a pansy that you got scared and bailed. The way I see it there are two possibilities. One, he digs all that sentimental bullshit that you feel and you get dibs on being his boyfriend or whatever. Two, he doesn't want to give you a second chance and you mourn appropriately before picking your heart up off the floor and moving on. Either way, you can't leave shit how it is. The longer you wait, the more likely option two is to be your only possibility." Jackson got up and left shortly after, leaving Danny to think his options over.
*Sunday was spent with him mentally preparing himself to see Stiles. He thought about texting Stiles, but thought it to be impersonal. He wanted to drop by and talk things out in private, but upon getting to Stiles' house, he learned from Sheriff Stilinski that Stiles was bonding with Scott and Derek. His stomach churned a little at hearing Derek's name. Stiles had said that Derek was more so of a brother, but it was Derek and Danny was sure that even Jackson would drool over him. He turned down the sheriff's offer to inform Stiles that he'd come by.
He went home and tried to study, but realized that he'd left his backpack at Stiles' house. So he cleaned instead. When his room and bathroom were spotless and he'd run out of things to procrastinate with, he reflected on his thoughts. He thought over what he needed to say to Stiles and then went over what he wanted to say. He even called Lydia and asked her for love advice, which was how he ended up in the mall with her.
"Stiles is really simple," She commented after he'd filled her in on his dilemma. She went held up a shirt for him to analyze. He studied it momentarily before shaking his head no.
"Are we talking about the same guy? Because if I learned anything from Friday, it's that Stiles always tends to do the opposite of what I expect. He's like the least simple guy I know." Danny held up a dress for Lydia. She immediately grabbed at it, felt the material and passed it back to Danny with a sneer on her face.
"Then how do you expect him to react?" She asked while stifling through more polos. Danny shrugged.
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. So any suggestions?"
"Just be honest. Stiles is a stickler for honesty. You have a 50% chance of him reacting reasonably well to your explanation."
"That leaves a 50% chance of him rejecting me in the coldest way possible."
"Now you're just being dramatic," Lydia giggled. They both turned around to face each other at the same time, holding up an item. The both nodded before adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes.
*By Sunday night, he pretty much knew what he had to do. He was all set to spill his guts, which was probably what he should have done in the beginning instead of being such a girl about it. He called Jackson and ran what he planned to say by him. Jackson laughed hard, the dick that was, and said that it sounded too rehearsed. He was quiet for a second before telling Danny that he'd broken up with Erica.
"She was a real bitch. And there just can't be two bitches in the relationship. And she really didn't like you. That just couldn't fly. Any girl of mine has to except you, flaming gay or not. You're my brother, dude."
Danny was flattered. He'd known that Erica had a problem with him liking dicks instead of chicks, but he really didn't give two fucks about what she felt. But it meant a lot that Jackson did care. They didn't share these moments very often and Danny wasn't sure if it was Jackson that he was really talking to.
"Besides, she was definitely not as good in bed as Lydia, whose ass I'm gonna be kissing everyday if I ever want to get back with her." And there was the dick that he knew so well. Danny didn't tell him that Lydia was apparently with Derek now.
"You know I love you right?" Danny asked Jackson after a while. Jackson let out an amused laugh.
"Yeah I know. I love you too. Now enough of this Shakespeare shit. Save it for Stilinski."
Danny hung up shortly after making sure that Jackson was okay. Apparently he hadn't been into Erica as much as Danny had originally thought. Jackson had also assured him that he was doing the right thing by being honest with Stiles. Turned out Lydia really did know her shit with that honesty advice. He just hoped that Stiles would be as understanding and optimistic as everyone said he would be.
*Danny was waiting by the front entrance Monday morning. He was as ready for this as possible. He'd hardly gotten any sleep last night and it felt like his heart could possibly burst through his chest and make a run for it. But he had to do this. No more lies. He had to grow, or possibly regrow, his balls and just say what his heart told him. He was always the practical one, but practicality was never the answer whenever Stiles was involved. It didn't help that despite the mishaps of Friday night's swim, his feelings for Stiles had grown stronger.
In hindsight he should have figured that would happen. He had been the one to call Stiles a gremlin and he had been in water with Stiles. He found that he couldn't live like this, couldn't live with the memory of how Stiles felt and tasted and never acting upon it again. He'd go insane. And at least this way, if Stiles turned him down he wouldn't have to live with the endless 'what ifs'. It all would come down to rather or not Stiles would hear him out. And he would find out soon enough because Stiles was walking towards him, chatting idly with Scott.
"Stiles!" Danny called out.
Stiles looked a little startled by the sudden calling of his name. His head whipped around in Danny's direction and Danny waved slightly. Stiles scowled a little and turned his attention back to Scott. So far this wasn't going as well as it could have, but Danny was determined to make Stiles at least listen to his apology. If nothing else, he at least wanted Stiles to know that it was all Danny's fault.
Danny moved swiftly through the ever growing crowd and towards Stiles when it became apparent that Stiles was going to continue to ignore him. He wrapped his hand around Stiles wrist and tugged. He kept his grip as light as possible, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt or thoroughly piss Stiles off. Although he'd done both of those things Friday when he'd evacuated the premises.
Stiles looked a little shocked, and Danny used that time to swiftly apologize to Scott and lead Stiles off to the side where they could be alone. At least as alone as possible at the start of the school day. Stiles snapped out of his stupor shortly after that and tugged his wrist in an attempt to get free of Danny's hold. Danny's hand tightened reflexively, his thumb sweeping against Stiles' pulse point, before he let go. Stiles didn't say anything, just stood there and studied Danny for a second. Danny shifted nervously under Stiles' close scrutiny and Stiles just scoffed and moved to walk away. Danny moved quicker, using his reflexes from lacrosse to block Stiles' path.
"Move or I will punch you in the nads." Stiles looked really fucking pissed and Danny didn't doubt for a second that he wouldn't do it. But he couldn't let Stiles walk away without at least trying to work it out.
"I can't let you leave without hearing me out. Just give me ten minutes," Danny pleaded, using his best impression of Jackson's puppy eyes. Stiles shook his head.
"You think puppy eyes are going to work on me? My best friend invented puppy eyes and I manage to say no to him just fine." So that obviously wouldn't work. Danny had seen Scott's puppy dog look and it kicked Jackson's ass. "What do you want Danny?"
"Ten minutes, Stiles. That's all I'm asking for." Danny was desperate, damn near begging. Stiles looked affronted.
"You want to talk now? How about no? How about fuck no? You used your ten minutes when you ran screaming for the hills Friday." Stiles sounded so unforgiving and any hopes of getting Stiles to forgive him were quickly leaving.
"I know, and I totally don't deserve you giving me another chance. But I really think that you should. All I'm asking for is ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and you can walk away and never speak to me again. Hell you can run me over with your jeep. It wouldn't be unwarranted." Stiles looked thoughtful, slightly troubled, and Danny held his breath. He braced himself from the resounding hell no that was coming.
"You," Stiles started after a few seconds. "You have 5 minutes. And if you say anything that I don't like, anything that makes me feel worse than I already do, I'll punch you in the face." Danny didn't need to be told twice. He took a deep breath and went at it.
"So I've been drooling over you since the beginning of the school year, possibly longer than that. It hit me out of the blue, knocked me on my ass and it scared the shit out of me. I thought it would pass, so I never said anything to you about it. But when it didn't, I was so freaked out that I kinda just spent a month hyperventilating about it. And when I'd finally come to terms with it, I'd psyched myself out so much that the thought of ever telling you and having you reject me was enough to keep me quiet. It doesn't help that you'd been chasing after Lydia since forever and you never even looked at guys that way.
"And even when you asked me that bizarre and totally random question about rather or not you were attractive to gay guys, I told myself that it was you being your usual random and weird self. Being in the same room with you was absolute torture, but I never said anything because I didn't want to freak you out. Then you offered to tutor me and I didn't think about it at the time, but being in closed spaces with you for any period of time really takes a toll on my sanity. You don't even realize how sexy you are or how every little thing you do with your mouth drives me up a fucking wall.
"And then you were kissing me and it was everything I could ever hope for, but I couldn't stop the doubts from swimming around in my head. I mean I didn't even know that you were bi until a few hours earlier. And I freaked out. It was the worst possible thing I could have done. Seriously, any other option would have been better, but that was a flight or fight moment and I'm good at running. I fucked up, really, really bad. And I wanted to correct it, but it didn't seem like the type of thing you did over the phone and when I went to your place you were with Derek and Scott so I had to wait.
"This is really actually a lot harder to explain. The best way I could explain it to Jackson was that my feelings for you are like gremlins. All it takes is a little water to make them multiply, which is probably why getting into a pool with you was undoubtedly a bad thing to do, but I just couldn't say no to you. And I really hope that you forgive me because this is the most I've ever said to anyone and I'm pretty sure I'm about to pass out. Although I don't know if it's from lack of oxygen or from my nerves because everything is saying that you are never going to return my feelings. And I feel like I've been around you too long, because ranting like this is seriously not me. So I'm just going to shut up now because I can't breathe." Damn it that was not what he had planned to say. He opened his mouth and something completely different had come spilling out. He just hoped it was as at least as smooth and perfect as the speech he'd spent his entire weekend planning out for Stiles.
Stiles stood there staring at Danny for what felt like forever. Danny's nerves were starting to get the best of him and he wanted to run and hide, but squashed that urge down. If he wasn't such a scared little bitch all the time, running away from his problems, he wouldn't be in this situation right now. So instead he just counting the leaves on the tree that Stiles was standing in front of and let his words sink in. After what seemed like forever and a day, Stiles finally opened his mouth to say something.
"If you're feelings for me are like gremlins, does that make me Gizmo or Stripe? Because I would rather be Gizmo." Danny had to laugh. It was a bit on the hysterical side, but he felt that he deserved this one free pass.
"I recite an essay on my feelings for you in under five minutes in one breath and all you have to say is that?" Stiles shrugged his shoulders.
"That's not all I have to say, but at the time that seemed like the most important. After all, no one wants to be the bad guy." Danny smiled a little.
"So what else do you have to say?"
"Firstly that I want to say that you have got to be the dumbest guy I've ever met. And that's really saying something, because Scott's my best friend. I never would have come on to you if I didn't have feelings for you. Or asked you about rather or not you found me attractive. And I described you perfectly when you asked about the guy I liked. I thought it was pretty obvious, but I see I have to spell things out for you. For a guy who hacks computers, you're not really that smart." Stiles was smiling as he said it and Danny couldn't help but smile along with him.
"And?" Danny asked. He needed to know that Stiles wanted to be with him still.
"And your five minutes are up. 1st period's about to start and I'd really hate for my boyfriend to get detention." Stiles was stalking closer to him and Danny was starting to feel a weird sense of déjà vu. Only this time he wasn't going anywhere.
"I'd rather have detention if it means spending time with you. I have to make up for the time I wasted being a pussy." Danny reached out and pulled Stiles closer to him. Stiles raised his head slightly to look Danny in the eye, mischievous smirk on his face.
"That's too bad. You see you left your stuff at my house. And seeing as how my dad isn't going to be home all this week, I was going to let you come inside. You can't really do that if you're in detention."
"Did you just make a sexual innuendo? Wait, how am I gonna do work today if my book bag is still at your place?"
"I just basically told you that we can have loads of hot, unfiltered sex and you're worried about homework? Our love life already sucks and I haven't even lost my virginity yet." Stiles shook his head slowly. "If it means that much to you, we can go and get your bag now." Stiles was smirking again. "Come along dear. We want to get back to school as soon as possible. We don't want to miss anything educational."
Somehow Danny knew that they weren't going to make it back to school. He was going to fall behind in AP Chemistry, not that he was really ahead...especially seeing as how he hadn't got much studying done anyway. Coach Finstock was going to blow an already loose gasket. He would have to cancel his plans with Jackson to hang out after school, not that Jackson would mind too much hopefully. His parents were going to be expecting an explanation. Danny couldn't find it in his heart to actually give a shit. He was going to get laid. Stiles wanted to have sex with him. That was more than enough reason to tell his education to fuck off for a day. And if his treacherous fuck of a brain started bitching at him about it being too soon for anything physical, he was going to remind it that they weren't moving too fast, just making up for wasted time.
It occurred to him that he was going to be getting into a lot more trouble now that he was officially with Stiles, but let that thought go as soon as he had it. Gremlins were positively high maintenance, especially when water was involved and it almost always was wherever Stiles was concerned. Plus he owed it to himself to finish what he'd started in the pool. But as long as Stiles was Gizmo, he really didn't give a fuck.
"Coming love." Danny trailed behind Stiles quickly. Stiles threw another dirty smirk over his shoulder.
"Oh you will be." Danny just had to make sure he taught Stiles how to make a proper sex joke.
That'd happened Friday night. Danny had walked halfway home before he realized that Stiles lived a lot further away than he'd initially thought. And it was fucking freezing. He'd ended up calling Jackson. Jackson had been with Erica, but he didn't seem too upset about having to leave.
"Trouble in paradise?" Danny had asked sarcastically. Man, he was on a douchebag roll tonight.
"If I were you, I wouldn't talk shit to the guy who just drove halfway across fucking town to pick your wet ass up. You were there with Stiles, who has a jeep, no matter how shitty. He should be giving your pneumonic bound ass a ride. With that being said…Trouble in paradise?" Jackson had retorted, though his face stayed neutral.
"Touché." Danny had known better than to push his luck. Friend or not, Jackson wasn't one to roll with the punches. And he was wet in Jackson's Porsche, which was plenty of reason for Jackson through a bitch fit. Jackson had parked in the driveway, cut the car off and got out without saying a word. Danny raised an eyebrow at him. Jackson just looked at him for a second or two, an unimpressed expression imprinted onto his face.
"I obviously can't go back to Erica's. And I don't want to hear my dad's mouth. I picked you up, wet clothes and all. The least you can do is let me crash here."
Danny hadn't say anything in response, just nodded and walked around to the back door. His parents were generally cool with him coming home late, as long as he did come home. And they would care even less if Jackson was present. That hadn't meant that he wanted to chance waking them. There was always the chance that they'd want to play totally concerned parent.
Jackson had followed him upstairs silently. As soon as they entered his room, Danny had shed his wet clothes and headed towards his bathroom. It was times like this he was grateful for having his own. Jackson lost his shirt, pants, shoes and socks. He'd paid no attention to Danny's nudity. They were like brothers, and had an unspoken rule that there would be no weirdness between them. They had an understanding; Jackson was 100% straight and Danny was 100% not interested in anything sexual with Jackson.
By the time Danny had finished his shower, steam still rolling of his slightly damp skin, Jackson was passed out on the black leather couch that Danny kept in his room for these moments especially. It was big enough for Jackson to crash comfortably without waking up to pains. Jackson had snatched one of Danny's pillows and the blanket that Danny kept thrown across the back of the couch. Once Danny was sure that Jackson was comfortable, he'd climbed into bed himself. His brain had tried to keep him wake by conjuring up pictures of Stiles from various moments from that night, but his body was thoroughly exhausted and he was practically dead to the world by the time his head hit the pillow.
*Saturday morning was spent with him filling Jackson in on what had happened. The thing about Jackson was that he was a dick most of the time, but he was an awesome friend whenever Danny needed him to be. And he didn't bullshit Danny by automatically taking his side, despite the fact that he wasn't really that fond of Stiles. He confirmed what Danny had feared from the very beginning.
"You're hopelessly and totally in love with him." Jackson sounded oddly pleased about the whole ordeal and it freaked Danny out a little. "And you pretty much fucked it up royally when you bolted last night."
Danny fell back on to his bed with a groan. "What do you think I should do?"
"I don't really see what the big fucking deal is. You've been seeing stars for him for the longest time now. And when you finally get him right where you want him, you cop out and run like a little bitch. What's up with that?"
"I don't know," Danny confessed. "One second I had my tongue in his mouth," Jackson gagged at the visual and Danny smirked. "The next I was having a major meltdown and running down the street. So once again, what do you think I should do?"
"Depends," Jackson replied with a shrug. "Do you want me to be a good friend or a bad one?"
"I need a good friend right now." Danny turned to face Jackson. Jackson had a subdued expression on his face.
"In that case, you should stop being such a pussy. Man up and just tell him. Tell him everything from this sappy gremlins/feelings shit to being such a pansy that you got scared and bailed. The way I see it there are two possibilities. One, he digs all that sentimental bullshit that you feel and you get dibs on being his boyfriend or whatever. Two, he doesn't want to give you a second chance and you mourn appropriately before picking your heart up off the floor and moving on. Either way, you can't leave shit how it is. The longer you wait, the more likely option two is to be your only possibility." Jackson got up and left shortly after, leaving Danny to think his options over.
*Sunday was spent with him mentally preparing himself to see Stiles. He thought about texting Stiles, but thought it to be impersonal. He wanted to drop by and talk things out in private, but upon getting to Stiles' house, he learned from Sheriff Stilinski that Stiles was bonding with Scott and Derek. His stomach churned a little at hearing Derek's name. Stiles had said that Derek was more so of a brother, but it was Derek and Danny was sure that even Jackson would drool over him. He turned down the sheriff's offer to inform Stiles that he'd come by.
He went home and tried to study, but realized that he'd left his backpack at Stiles' house. So he cleaned instead. When his room and bathroom were spotless and he'd run out of things to procrastinate with, he reflected on his thoughts. He thought over what he needed to say to Stiles and then went over what he wanted to say. He even called Lydia and asked her for love advice, which was how he ended up in the mall with her.
"Stiles is really simple," She commented after he'd filled her in on his dilemma. She went held up a shirt for him to analyze. He studied it momentarily before shaking his head no.
"Are we talking about the same guy? Because if I learned anything from Friday, it's that Stiles always tends to do the opposite of what I expect. He's like the least simple guy I know." Danny held up a dress for Lydia. She immediately grabbed at it, felt the material and passed it back to Danny with a sneer on her face.
"Then how do you expect him to react?" She asked while stifling through more polos. Danny shrugged.
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. So any suggestions?"
"Just be honest. Stiles is a stickler for honesty. You have a 50% chance of him reacting reasonably well to your explanation."
"That leaves a 50% chance of him rejecting me in the coldest way possible."
"Now you're just being dramatic," Lydia giggled. They both turned around to face each other at the same time, holding up an item. The both nodded before adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes.
*By Sunday night, he pretty much knew what he had to do. He was all set to spill his guts, which was probably what he should have done in the beginning instead of being such a girl about it. He called Jackson and ran what he planned to say by him. Jackson laughed hard, the dick that was, and said that it sounded too rehearsed. He was quiet for a second before telling Danny that he'd broken up with Erica.
"She was a real bitch. And there just can't be two bitches in the relationship. And she really didn't like you. That just couldn't fly. Any girl of mine has to except you, flaming gay or not. You're my brother, dude."
Danny was flattered. He'd known that Erica had a problem with him liking dicks instead of chicks, but he really didn't give two fucks about what she felt. But it meant a lot that Jackson did care. They didn't share these moments very often and Danny wasn't sure if it was Jackson that he was really talking to.
"Besides, she was definitely not as good in bed as Lydia, whose ass I'm gonna be kissing everyday if I ever want to get back with her." And there was the dick that he knew so well. Danny didn't tell him that Lydia was apparently with Derek now.
"You know I love you right?" Danny asked Jackson after a while. Jackson let out an amused laugh.
"Yeah I know. I love you too. Now enough of this Shakespeare shit. Save it for Stilinski."
Danny hung up shortly after making sure that Jackson was okay. Apparently he hadn't been into Erica as much as Danny had originally thought. Jackson had also assured him that he was doing the right thing by being honest with Stiles. Turned out Lydia really did know her shit with that honesty advice. He just hoped that Stiles would be as understanding and optimistic as everyone said he would be.
*Danny was waiting by the front entrance Monday morning. He was as ready for this as possible. He'd hardly gotten any sleep last night and it felt like his heart could possibly burst through his chest and make a run for it. But he had to do this. No more lies. He had to grow, or possibly regrow, his balls and just say what his heart told him. He was always the practical one, but practicality was never the answer whenever Stiles was involved. It didn't help that despite the mishaps of Friday night's swim, his feelings for Stiles had grown stronger.
In hindsight he should have figured that would happen. He had been the one to call Stiles a gremlin and he had been in water with Stiles. He found that he couldn't live like this, couldn't live with the memory of how Stiles felt and tasted and never acting upon it again. He'd go insane. And at least this way, if Stiles turned him down he wouldn't have to live with the endless 'what ifs'. It all would come down to rather or not Stiles would hear him out. And he would find out soon enough because Stiles was walking towards him, chatting idly with Scott.
"Stiles!" Danny called out.
Stiles looked a little startled by the sudden calling of his name. His head whipped around in Danny's direction and Danny waved slightly. Stiles scowled a little and turned his attention back to Scott. So far this wasn't going as well as it could have, but Danny was determined to make Stiles at least listen to his apology. If nothing else, he at least wanted Stiles to know that it was all Danny's fault.
Danny moved swiftly through the ever growing crowd and towards Stiles when it became apparent that Stiles was going to continue to ignore him. He wrapped his hand around Stiles wrist and tugged. He kept his grip as light as possible, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt or thoroughly piss Stiles off. Although he'd done both of those things Friday when he'd evacuated the premises.
Stiles looked a little shocked, and Danny used that time to swiftly apologize to Scott and lead Stiles off to the side where they could be alone. At least as alone as possible at the start of the school day. Stiles snapped out of his stupor shortly after that and tugged his wrist in an attempt to get free of Danny's hold. Danny's hand tightened reflexively, his thumb sweeping against Stiles' pulse point, before he let go. Stiles didn't say anything, just stood there and studied Danny for a second. Danny shifted nervously under Stiles' close scrutiny and Stiles just scoffed and moved to walk away. Danny moved quicker, using his reflexes from lacrosse to block Stiles' path.
"Move or I will punch you in the nads." Stiles looked really fucking pissed and Danny didn't doubt for a second that he wouldn't do it. But he couldn't let Stiles walk away without at least trying to work it out.
"I can't let you leave without hearing me out. Just give me ten minutes," Danny pleaded, using his best impression of Jackson's puppy eyes. Stiles shook his head.
"You think puppy eyes are going to work on me? My best friend invented puppy eyes and I manage to say no to him just fine." So that obviously wouldn't work. Danny had seen Scott's puppy dog look and it kicked Jackson's ass. "What do you want Danny?"
"Ten minutes, Stiles. That's all I'm asking for." Danny was desperate, damn near begging. Stiles looked affronted.
"You want to talk now? How about no? How about fuck no? You used your ten minutes when you ran screaming for the hills Friday." Stiles sounded so unforgiving and any hopes of getting Stiles to forgive him were quickly leaving.
"I know, and I totally don't deserve you giving me another chance. But I really think that you should. All I'm asking for is ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and you can walk away and never speak to me again. Hell you can run me over with your jeep. It wouldn't be unwarranted." Stiles looked thoughtful, slightly troubled, and Danny held his breath. He braced himself from the resounding hell no that was coming.
"You," Stiles started after a few seconds. "You have 5 minutes. And if you say anything that I don't like, anything that makes me feel worse than I already do, I'll punch you in the face." Danny didn't need to be told twice. He took a deep breath and went at it.
"So I've been drooling over you since the beginning of the school year, possibly longer than that. It hit me out of the blue, knocked me on my ass and it scared the shit out of me. I thought it would pass, so I never said anything to you about it. But when it didn't, I was so freaked out that I kinda just spent a month hyperventilating about it. And when I'd finally come to terms with it, I'd psyched myself out so much that the thought of ever telling you and having you reject me was enough to keep me quiet. It doesn't help that you'd been chasing after Lydia since forever and you never even looked at guys that way.
"And even when you asked me that bizarre and totally random question about rather or not you were attractive to gay guys, I told myself that it was you being your usual random and weird self. Being in the same room with you was absolute torture, but I never said anything because I didn't want to freak you out. Then you offered to tutor me and I didn't think about it at the time, but being in closed spaces with you for any period of time really takes a toll on my sanity. You don't even realize how sexy you are or how every little thing you do with your mouth drives me up a fucking wall.
"And then you were kissing me and it was everything I could ever hope for, but I couldn't stop the doubts from swimming around in my head. I mean I didn't even know that you were bi until a few hours earlier. And I freaked out. It was the worst possible thing I could have done. Seriously, any other option would have been better, but that was a flight or fight moment and I'm good at running. I fucked up, really, really bad. And I wanted to correct it, but it didn't seem like the type of thing you did over the phone and when I went to your place you were with Derek and Scott so I had to wait.
"This is really actually a lot harder to explain. The best way I could explain it to Jackson was that my feelings for you are like gremlins. All it takes is a little water to make them multiply, which is probably why getting into a pool with you was undoubtedly a bad thing to do, but I just couldn't say no to you. And I really hope that you forgive me because this is the most I've ever said to anyone and I'm pretty sure I'm about to pass out. Although I don't know if it's from lack of oxygen or from my nerves because everything is saying that you are never going to return my feelings. And I feel like I've been around you too long, because ranting like this is seriously not me. So I'm just going to shut up now because I can't breathe." Damn it that was not what he had planned to say. He opened his mouth and something completely different had come spilling out. He just hoped it was as at least as smooth and perfect as the speech he'd spent his entire weekend planning out for Stiles.
Stiles stood there staring at Danny for what felt like forever. Danny's nerves were starting to get the best of him and he wanted to run and hide, but squashed that urge down. If he wasn't such a scared little bitch all the time, running away from his problems, he wouldn't be in this situation right now. So instead he just counting the leaves on the tree that Stiles was standing in front of and let his words sink in. After what seemed like forever and a day, Stiles finally opened his mouth to say something.
"If you're feelings for me are like gremlins, does that make me Gizmo or Stripe? Because I would rather be Gizmo." Danny had to laugh. It was a bit on the hysterical side, but he felt that he deserved this one free pass.
"I recite an essay on my feelings for you in under five minutes in one breath and all you have to say is that?" Stiles shrugged his shoulders.
"That's not all I have to say, but at the time that seemed like the most important. After all, no one wants to be the bad guy." Danny smiled a little.
"So what else do you have to say?"
"Firstly that I want to say that you have got to be the dumbest guy I've ever met. And that's really saying something, because Scott's my best friend. I never would have come on to you if I didn't have feelings for you. Or asked you about rather or not you found me attractive. And I described you perfectly when you asked about the guy I liked. I thought it was pretty obvious, but I see I have to spell things out for you. For a guy who hacks computers, you're not really that smart." Stiles was smiling as he said it and Danny couldn't help but smile along with him.
"And?" Danny asked. He needed to know that Stiles wanted to be with him still.
"And your five minutes are up. 1st period's about to start and I'd really hate for my boyfriend to get detention." Stiles was stalking closer to him and Danny was starting to feel a weird sense of déjà vu. Only this time he wasn't going anywhere.
"I'd rather have detention if it means spending time with you. I have to make up for the time I wasted being a pussy." Danny reached out and pulled Stiles closer to him. Stiles raised his head slightly to look Danny in the eye, mischievous smirk on his face.
"That's too bad. You see you left your stuff at my house. And seeing as how my dad isn't going to be home all this week, I was going to let you come inside. You can't really do that if you're in detention."
"Did you just make a sexual innuendo? Wait, how am I gonna do work today if my book bag is still at your place?"
"I just basically told you that we can have loads of hot, unfiltered sex and you're worried about homework? Our love life already sucks and I haven't even lost my virginity yet." Stiles shook his head slowly. "If it means that much to you, we can go and get your bag now." Stiles was smirking again. "Come along dear. We want to get back to school as soon as possible. We don't want to miss anything educational."
Somehow Danny knew that they weren't going to make it back to school. He was going to fall behind in AP Chemistry, not that he was really ahead...especially seeing as how he hadn't got much studying done anyway. Coach Finstock was going to blow an already loose gasket. He would have to cancel his plans with Jackson to hang out after school, not that Jackson would mind too much hopefully. His parents were going to be expecting an explanation. Danny couldn't find it in his heart to actually give a shit. He was going to get laid. Stiles wanted to have sex with him. That was more than enough reason to tell his education to fuck off for a day. And if his treacherous fuck of a brain started bitching at him about it being too soon for anything physical, he was going to remind it that they weren't moving too fast, just making up for wasted time.
It occurred to him that he was going to be getting into a lot more trouble now that he was officially with Stiles, but let that thought go as soon as he had it. Gremlins were positively high maintenance, especially when water was involved and it almost always was wherever Stiles was concerned. Plus he owed it to himself to finish what he'd started in the pool. But as long as Stiles was Gizmo, he really didn't give a fuck.
"Coming love." Danny trailed behind Stiles quickly. Stiles threw another dirty smirk over his shoulder.
"Oh you will be." Danny just had to make sure he taught Stiles how to make a proper sex joke.