A/N - thanks for the great feedback on part one. As requested...
Headset Part 2
Once in the kitchen, Luke began making drinks. Danny rounded the island that separated the kitchen from the living area and leaned over it, watching Luke. Jeez, he thought. Here I am sat in old ratty pyjamas, meanwhile Luke was there with his model physique, topless, only wearing light grey coloured joggers. He looked good.
Danny sill felt jittery and wired from the kiss, like there were sparks of electricity coursing through him. They had kissed. Actually kissed. And then Luke had said something about kissing guys before?
He watched him, acutely aware of the movement across the smooth muscles of his bare back as he carefully poured drinks. How much did he not know about his supposed best friend? What other secrets had he kept?
Luke turned, two drinks in his hands and Danny took one. Luke sometimes took shifts at a trendy bar downtown when his modelling gigs were scarce, and he had learned some interesting cocktail recipes there. Sipping it cautiously, Danny was instantly hit by its smokey sharp flavours, and as he swallowed a warmth hit him in the back of his throat.
"Good?"
"Yeah, strong."
Luke chuckled, "thought we would need 'em strong tonight."
Danny felt his cheeks heat, and it became difficult to meet Luke's eyes. What was he inferring? Would they continue where they left off? Did he want to?
Stupid question, he thought. If there was one thing he was sure of it's that he was painfully aware of Luke's every single tiniest movement, and that he desperately wanted him to move closer.
Almost as if reading his mind, Luke rounded the kitchen island where he was leaning and leant beside him, his back to the island, looking in the opposite direction towards the blank screen of the television. His right arm casually brushing against Danny's, so casually that it could almost be considered accidental.
"So," Luke said after another sip of his drink, still not looking at him. "I assume you have... questions."
Danny nodded, "yeah I mean, you're my best friend and suddenly it feels like you have this whole second life I didn't know about."
"I wouldn't go that far," Luke laughed. He turned to look at him then, his eyes serious. "I like guys, and I like girls. I have done for years. I never told you about the guys part because... well honestly, I thought it would weird you out. I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable and I didn't want to risk losing you as a friend so... if I was meeting up with a guy I would usually be vague about the gender part, or not bring it up at all."
Danny mulled this over slowly before speaking. "I really want to say it wouldn't have weirded me out, but... I don't know. I guess I wouldn't have understood..."
"Until now?" Luke's eyes sparkled slightly as his mouth lifted into a grin.
"Yeah."
"And you never felt any hint of feelings for a guy before now?"
"No, I don't think so. Although... Maybe I did and just didn't recognise it? I think the VR shoving it in my face like that was pretty irrefutable."
"Was it that you enjoyed being in a girls body?" Luke asked.
"Not really, I mean it was kind of cool, but it wasn't her that I was really paying attention to," he said and as he did he realised how openly he had admitted to enjoying watching Luke essentially fuck him. He felt his cheeks warm and looked down at his drink.
"You don't need to be embarrassed," he said with a grin "I don't mind. I actually kind of like hearing you say these things."
Danny pulled a face, "why?"
Luke rolled his eyes, "Jesus Danny you really are thick sometimes, you know that?"
He blinked, not sure what he was missing.
"Do I have to spell it out to you?" Luke sighed, but he was smiling.
"I don't..." Danny trailed off.
Luke stood, putting his glass down and moving to face him, Danny shuffled up to a standing and suddenly felt very aware of how close Luke had stood.
Luke gently reached for Danny's glass and placed it on the counter beside his own. Then his eyes lifted to Danny's, calm and steady.
"I like you, you idiot. I've liked you for as long as I can remember."
His hands lifted to Danny's cheeks, brushing the red skin with an amused expression.
"I never thought it would... that it could be anything. I had settled myself with the notion that we'd always be friends, best friends. But now you've turned my whole life upside down. I need to know that you genuinely want this, because there's no turning back Danny. It'll never be just how it was again."
Danny swallowed, Luke's voice was serious, and at the same time sexual. His eyes never broke contact. The way he held his face as he spoke was making his stomach clench and unclench in knots of excitement, his boxers suddenly feeling tight. He felt like if he tried to speak a squeak would be all he could make. He nodded slowly.
"Yes," he whispered. "Yes, I want you."
Luke smiled slightly, before moving in close. It was a blur. Danny felt Luke press his body against him as he leant against the island just before he also felt his lips. They were warm and deliberate. As he kissed him, Luke moved one of his hands into Danny's hair, gripping it gently. Danny's own hands found their way to Luke's broad back. His bare skin was smooth and strong, his back so much broader than that of any girl he had ever kissed. The male smell of him was intoxicating and he felt drunk on Luke. Luke. He was kissing Luke. It was perfect. It was incredible. It.. he... it wasn't enough. He wanted more.
His hand slowly wandered down his back, moving almost casually to his ass. Then, before he could let himself shy away, he pressed his palm against the ever growing lump in his joggers. To his surprise, Luke made a low, almost animalistic noise in his throat. Danny gently moved his hand, rubbing against his cock through the material and Luke's lips stilled.
"Fuck, Danny," he breathed against his lips, his breath hot and ragged. Then in one fluid moment that made Danny almost gasp in alarm, Luke hooked his arms around him and lifted him onto the kitchen island.
Now Luke was looking up at him, and it was Danny's turn to grab his face, kissing him fervently. He felt Luke pulling at the base of his t-shirt, and he broke the kiss to allow him to pull it over his head in one smooth motion. Both topless now, their skin touched, each slight graze sending shivers across his skin Slowly Luke's kisses moved to his jaw, then his neck. Danny bit his lip as the tickling kisses made him want to laugh and moan all at once. They continued their soft path downwards to his collarbone, and then Luke's hand was gently pushing him back to lie down. He lay back against the cool polished counter top, Luke continuing to kiss lightly down his chest. The kisses were so light they were barely kisses, just swift tickling brushes of his lips.
Luke's hands were gentle as he pulled at his waistband, then thin pyjamas easily slipping down his legs and his cock sprung free. His breath caught a little at the realisation of what would happen next, of Luke's eyes looking at his naked body. His eyes flicked up to him and they had that look. The look he had become obsessed with from the VR. But this time it wasn't some girls body that he was admiring. It was him. Really him.
"You okay," Luke asked, and Danny blinked suddenly aware that he had been holding his breath. He let it go in a breathy, nervous laugh and nodded. Luke smiled a little as his hand gently and yet firmly closed around the base of his cock.
He pumped up and down, slowly. Ever so slowly. Danny's breathing became laboured as the pleasurable pressure began to built within him. It felt so good to feel his hands on him, his real hands. He had closed his eyes when suddenly without warning he felt something new. Opening his eyes, he saw that Luke had bent down and had begun to suck his dick.
He had had a blowjob before, more than one. He had thought they had been good. But he realised in that moment, that they were passable at best. What Luke was doing was like nothing he had ever experienced. His tongue danced and swirled as he sucked and licked and moved in ways he didn't even understand but knew felt incredible. He felt himself make a mewing noise of pleasure that he hadn't meant to make.
