Kyle: Seeing DannyMature

The day to go visit Danny rolled around and soon enough, me and Damien lay on a hotel bed in New York. I ran a hand through Damien’s hair and kissed his cheek when it was time to leave. He wasn’t feeling too good so we’d both agreed that he should stay at the hotel for today. I walked down to the address Danny had given me and made my way up to his apartment. He answered the door shirtless and in nothing but a pair of sweats. Wow, he’d been working out.  Y’know, I kind of missed having that body pressed against mine...

Hey Kyle, no Damien?" he asked, his stomach muscles rippling beneath his skin.

"Nah, he's not feeling too good,”

A smile crept onto his face and he nodded. "Come in then,"

I noticed him watching me as I walked into his apartment, almost admiringly. I smirked.

"Like what you see?"

"I always did," he grinned.

I chuckled. "It's good to see you, man"

"You too, it's been a while huh?"

"Mmm. How've you been?"

"Perfect, you?"

"Good" I smiled.

"Drink?"

"Sure" he grabbed me a drink and I smiled. "Thanks"

"So, been up to much?"

"Not really. Just school and looking out for Damien, really. You?"

"Music, composing, sex. Y'know, all the good things in life."

"Sex? Didn't take long" I laughed.

"What can I say? I like to be off my feet..." he giggled a little, "and they're so hot."

I smiled. As cheesy as it sounds, I had the only hot guy I needed.

"So how's Damien?"

"As good as you can be when you're coming off drugs, I guess"

"He's off them?"

"Yeah, as long as he doesn't get addicted to his methadone"

"He will, my bet is he already is."

I frowned a little and he shrugged.

"So much faith in him, huh?"

"Not anymore, no."

I felt my face fall into a sad expression.

"Would you trust someone if you followed them so blindly with love and they turn out to be a load of shit? 'Cause that's what he is."

"I'm staying out of this. I love the both of you, y'know?"

"Oh don't start that again, Kyle."

"Start what?"

"You don't love me. I broke that love for good when I left."

"I do, man. Just... Just maybe not the way I used to"

"Give over," he walked into the kitchen and I followed him after a little while.

When I got in there, Danny was stood staring at the inside of a cupboard. Just staring at it.

I arched an eyebrow. "You okay there?"

"Yeah, just getting some biscuits," he said and grabbed a packet, turning to face me with a smile.

I kind of smiled back.

"Damien should be here," he murmured.

"Huh?"

"Take away temptation. He should be here."

I laughed a little. "I'll try and be less tempting, then"

"Impossible."

I blushed and he kissed me. I pulled back in shock.

"Crap. Sorry, fuck. Sorry. Go."

"No, it's okay"

"Go."

My face pulled into that sad expression again.

"Go on! Get lost, get!"

"Why? I came here to see you, man"

"So? If you're not gonna fuck me get lost."

"What?" I asked, kind of surprised.

"If you don't want me to stick my --." he sighed, "just get lost."

"Danny..."

"What?"

"I... Nevermind. I'll go now" I said, getting up to leave.

"Kyle... what were you going to say."

"It doesn't matter. It's not what you want to hear, anyway"

"How do you know till you tell me?"

"I was gonna say I came here as a friend"

 "No you're right. You can fuck off now."

I gave him a hurt look. I... I guess I was stupid enough to think he actually wanted to see me.

"Fuck off, or fuck me. Your choice."

"I'll see you around, yeah?" I said, still looking hurt.

"Right." He nodded.

But I didn’t leave.

"What?"

"What's... Why are you being like this?"

"I... I guess I'm just not a good host."

"What's with the whole 'fuck me or fuck off' attitude?"

"Nothing, no reason."

I waited for an answer.

"I don't like you fucking him!"

"What makes you think I have?"

"I can smell him on you, I can... I just know."

I kept silent.

Your silence proves my theory further, just the idea is enough to make me gag."

"I don't know what you want me to say, Danny"

"I gave you your ultimatum. Kyle."

I bit my lip and he closed his eyes.

"Kyle."

"Yeah?"

"It's your choice. I have a piano recital for the performance tomorrow, I can't deal with anything more emotional."

"You're not playing your violin?"

“No.”

"Why not?"

"I can't master the strings in time, my fingers keep slipping every time I play through our song... your song."

    I smiled a little. "You still play that?"

"My teachers told me it's the best piece I've composed, I've perfected it. And I would, if I could play it."

"...Play it for me"

"I-I can't."

"Try"

"Kyle I can't!"

"Please" I gave him the puppy eyes.

He picked up his violin but the only sound he managed to make was an ear-piercing screech. He tried again but the same screech rang out into the apartment.

"Kyle I can't. My fingers are shaky. I can't control the bow."

"Give me your hands"

He put down his violin and held out his hands. I held them with a smile but he trembled.

"Kyle...I...I have to practice. How can I... be so strong, then crumble when you're around?"

"I don't know, Danny" I squeezed his hand a little. "Try and play it again"

He nodded, pulling his hands back. "Okay," he tried to play it again and, though he dropped a few notes, it was a lot smoother than before.

I smiled. He played it again. And again.

“I can't change my routine. Not now."

"At least you can play it again, though"

"Yay. I get to think of you everytime my hand graces my bow. Thank you."

"I never said you had to play it"

"Neither did I. But I love my violin. The piano's nice but... I like to face my audience."

I nodded. "They'd understand if you changed it, wouldn't they?"

He shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Yeah, maybe if I... possibly I could... hmm, perhaps there's a chance..." he nodded, scruffing up my hair as he spoke. He took his hand away, his hair sticking up like a hedgehog. "Okay, yeah. So,"

I sat watching him curiously and apparently he noticed me again.

"Will you be there?"

"If you want me there"

"Bring Damien too."

I nodded.

"Yeah,"

He started ranting again and I watched him.

"Sorry, it's a habit I've gotten into in Uni."

I smiled.

"You should go, before I go into a complete composition meltdown."

"Is that your way of telling me to get lost?" I asked, laughing.

"It's my way of protecting you."

"Protecting me?"

"From my musical mumbo-jumbo, dodgy hairstyles and constant swearing."

I chuckled. "I'll get going, then"

"I'll see you tomorrow night."

"See you then" I smiled and he kissed my cheek.

“Thanks a lot."

"No problem"

"See you!" he said, ushering me out.

I walked off with a wave and headed back to the hotel. I just had to hope Damien was feeling better by tomorrow.

The End

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