The summer break between graduation and college went by way too fast. Honestly, Danny had a hard time remembering much of it, other than all the stuff he did with Tyler. There was only a week and a half left before they moved away from their childhood homes and into their dorms. He'd been disappointed to learn that they weren't in the same dorm room. Hell, they weren't even in the same building.
Tyler drew his attention back to the moment with a well-placed bite. He moaned, then bit his lip to keep quiet as he pressed his head into the back of the beat up recliner in Tyler's basement.
"Shh," Tyler hissed, smiling mischievously.
"You did that on purpose, dick," he whispered, leaning forward again to watch as Tyler's lips closed around his cock again. Tyler locked eyes with him, then sucked hard, taking Danny as deep as he could. He gagged a little past the halfway point, pulling back.
Tyler wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "I can't get it," he complained. "I don't know why I can't do it, we've only been practicing all freaking summer."
Danny smiled, then leaned forward and kissed Tyler on the forehead. "I don't mind if we keep practicing."
Tyler smacked his leg playfully. "Asshole. You're just saying that because you figured it out already."
"You weren't complaining then," he noted, fisting his dick idly.
Tyler knocked his hand away. "Stop that, my job," he snapped, then locked his lips around the tip. He looked down and the lust he saw on Tyler's face had him moaning again. Tyler's spare hand came up and pressed hard against his mouth, muffling him.
He wanted to lick the fingers pressed against his lips, but Tyler pulled them away too soon. It suddenly didn't matter as Tyler did something magical involving his tongue and the underside of Danny's manhood. He discovered the missing fingers tracing his balls a second later and barely stifled another needy moan.
With the limited time they had before school started, every day felt like a countdown to uncertainty. It made Danny feel reckless, like he needed to have as much time with Tyler as possible before they moved. Even going to the same school, they weren't in the same major or same dorms, and that made him nervous.
Neither of them had spoken about it, but he knew Tyler well enough to know that he was feeling similar. But, that didn't matter right now. Right now, Tyler was sucking off him. He didn't care about anything else but Tyler, not the fact that Tyler's mom and one of his brothers were home, their only insurance a Michael Bay Transformers movie with lots of explosions to mask their noise.
"You're so fucking sexy," Danny praised, threading fingers through Tyler's short hair, pushing his insecurities out of mind. "Sucking my dick like that."
Tyler moaned, then tried to take him deeper, but only accomplished making himself gag again. "How do you do it?"
"No, don't worry about that now, I'm so close," Danny complained. "Stop stopping, I wanna cum. We'll practice later."
Tyler pinched the inside of his leg and he yelped. "Don't tell me what to do."
He tightened his fist on the hair between his fingers, dragging Tyler's head back to his aching cock. "Stop stalling, Connley. Finish the job."
"I'll finish your job," Tyler said, rolling his eyes, but he was smiling coyly. His mouth closed over Danny's member again, his hand wrapping around the bottom half he couldn't get down yet. Tyler bit gently when he was as deep as he could comfortably go, then did this thing he did where he sucked hard and wrapped his tongue around his cock.
Danny's hips rose up. "Fuck, that's so good," he moaned. Tyler chuckled as he pressed Danny's hips back down with his free hand. He pulled back and pushed his tongue against Danny's slit, spreading it as wide as he could, then sucked again. He watched as Tyler bobbed on his cock, sucking and licking everywhere at once.
"Right there," he said, unable to stop his hips from bouncing. "Fuck, Tyler." He was so close now, he just needed a little more...
Tyler stopped, then tore his head away from Danny's cock fast enough that his teeth skinned the side. "What the hell, Tyler?" He looked down at his shaft for damage as Tyler threw a blanket over his exposure.
"Oh, shit, Ty. What the hell're you doin, brah?"
His head swam, he turned it so fast, his heart falling to his feet.
"Jayden," Tyler growled, wiping his face with the back of his hand again. He stood up and adjusted his boner, he probably didn't even realize he did it, but Jayden's eyes locked onto the action and Tyler's hands dropped to his sides. "Just, don't."
"Dude," Jayden said, his chubby, less handsome version of Tyler's face looking from Danny to Tyler, back to Danny. More particularly to Danny's erection, now hidden behind a Captain America fleece throw. Danny shifted uncomfortably, the need to put himself away battling with his embarrassment over getting caught freezing him in place. "Brah. For real?"
"Jayden," Tyler said again, warning in his tone. "Get over here."
"Fuck you, Ty. You're, you, I mean... That's Danny Ryder, Ty!"
Tyler laughed, a sharp, manic sound. "You think I don't know who's cock I'm sucking, dumb shit?"
"Shit, you gay now brah?" Danny didn't like the tone of Jayden's accusation one bit.
Apparently, neither did Tyler as he advanced on his brother. "Bisexual, you closed-minded asshole. Don't you dare tell mom and dad, Jay. I'll kill you. Don't go saying shit to anyone. I swear I will."
Jayden ran. Tyler chased him up the basement steps. Danny stood up and took the opportunity to tuck himself back into his pants. The basement door slammed and he heard Tyler swearing, then the slam of the basement door a second time. He folded the Captain America blanket and put it back on the recliner, then thought better of it and picked it up again and walked over to the laundry room side of the basement and put the blanket on top of the dirty hamper.
He didn't know what to do, so he sat back down and watched the movie without really watching it. His balls ached, he'd been so close to coming, but now icy fear soured his stomach. They'd been pushing it, getting reckless. He knew better, he knew they should've been more careful, but time was running out and he was weak to Tyler.
"Fuck," he moaned, leaning his head back into the recliner again. Something else exploded as Shea LaBouf ran down a destroyed street. "Just, fuck."
Tyler came back a few torturous minutes later. "Dude, you should go home."
"Is everything okay?" he asked, standing up as Tyler approached.
Tyler reached out for him, then drew away before his fingers could connect. "Yeah, sure. It'll be fine. It's okay, Danny. Just, for now, you should go home, okay?"
He pursed his lips. "Tyler, if you-"
"Danny," Tyler cut in. "Just go. It's fine, I just need you to go for now. I'll call you later, I promise." Tyler looked towards the basement stairs. "Please?"
He sighed. "I'm here for you, you know that, right? Is Jay gonna stay quiet?"
"Yeah, sure," Tyler dismissed. "It's fine. Just go, yeah?"
He crossed his arms, pursing his lips at his best friend. "Tyler..."
"Please?" Tyler asked, looking distraught. "I promise, I'll call you later."
He frowned, pissed at Jayden, and pissed at Tyler, too. "Fine. Whatever. I'm outtie."
"Don't me mad, Danny? Please? I just need..."
He stomped up the steps, his stomach in knots. "I said whatever." He couldn't trust himself to say anything else. The knots in his stomach were turning from fear to pure anger. "Just, whatever."
Tyler watched him climb the stairs, but didn't follow him. That pissed him off, too. Fine. If Tyler was gonna be like this, he was gonna be like this, too. Fuck it. He slammed the basement door, then stormed towards the front door.
He flinched at Mrs. Connely's reproachful look. "Don't slam my doors, Danny. You know better."
"Sorry Mrs. Connely," he apologized automatically.
"You and Ty have a fight? Was it Jayden? I saw Ty chase him up stairs." She was sitting at the kitchen table, a laptop open in front of her.
He didn't look at her, didn't even stop even though he knew it was rude. It would be shitty of him to snap at Tyler's mother, she didn't deserve his shitty attitude. He was out the front door and on the street, another door slamming behind him. He couldn't stop himself, his anger had to go somewhere.
It was hot outside. It had to be ninety degrees, at least. The dramatic difference from the almost cold basement treated conditioned by central air made him dizzy, along with the sudden brightness. He walked towards his house, even though he was more than two miles from home on foot.
"Fuck," he growled. "Just, fuck. FUCK!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. It felt good, so he did it again, not even acknowledging the look on the face of the mother walking a stroller on the other side of the road.
He walked, but it wasn't good enough, so he began to jog. He was wearing jean shorts, which was terrible, but he didn't care. Sweat was sticking his shirt to his back before he even started, and within minutes his t-shirt was damp from it. By the time he was halfway home his crotch was damp, sticking his shorts to his thighs. By the time he got home his shirt felt as wet as if he'd swam in it, and his jean shorts chaffed the inside of his thighs raw.
Nothing went right for the rest of the day. Tyler didn't respond to texts, and he definitely didn't call. It was his turn to wash dishes and he broke a mug, a glass, and a plate before his mother took the chore from him. His dad tried to talk to him, but he locked himself in his room and worked on packing for school, not that he had any idea what to take, or what he'd need.
He wanted to run again, but the insides of his thighs hurt, even wearing more comfortable shorts. His balls ached, and everything just sucked. The radio silence from Tyler wore on into the night. The anger he felt began turning icy, the knots in his stomach that never fully went away freezing solid.
He waited up for Tyler to call him until one in the morning, but finally gave up after three texts that went unanswered. Hell, he hadn't even read them. Danny sighed, then rolled over in bed, pulling the sheet up over his shoulder. Sleep didn't come easily, and even when it did, he was restless.
Tyler texted in the morning, but it didn't make him feel any better. 'Sorry didn't call, was busy. Talk later.'
'Everything okay?' he texted back quickly. Tyler didn't respond.
