DanFiction^2

Setting Suns

"On jah bro? Stop bouncing on my dick." 

~The man, the myth, the legend,  Bigfoot 

Dan's Pov:  

I was the first one to wake up,  Arin had turned towards me in his sleep. And shit, he was so cute, he looked so peaceful as he slept. I wanted to be like that for hours, overtime I ran my hand up and down his back he nuzzled into my chest. God he was so fucking cute. 

But we needed to get up eventually, and I wanted to be the one to wake him up. 

"Arin, babe." My voice was rough and deep, it didn't sound like me but that was okay. Arin groaned, stretched, and put his arms around me. "Come on hun, we gotta get up." I tried again,  and Arin  just let out an even louder groan and put his legs around me. 

"Dannnnnn, I wanna cuddle." He pushed me on my back and laid himself on top of me. He was fucking heavy as shit but god I wanted to kiss him so bad.

"Babe, we've been cuddling for eight hours." The minuet that sentence let my fucking sentence left my mouth, Arin sat up- still on top of me. He glared down at me as he straddled me in between his thighs.

"Daniel, I want to cuddle and nothing you can say would convince me to get up." He crossed his arms and continued to glare at me, he was being such a bottom. 

I didn't respond at first, instead choosing to place my hands on both of his thighs. "...What if we got McDonald's?" I tempted him, and I knew he was considering it. But just when I thought he may crack he grabbed my hands in his and pushed them above my head, using that momentum to gingerly kiss me. 

"How dare you tempt me with Ronald McDonald's meat." He whispered after the kiss, I knew his weakness' and he knew my constant need to get my dick wet. God he was fucking perfect. 

"Sorry, but you know I'm not gonna tempt you with another mans meat. Especially not Ronald McDonald's, that bitch is last on the list." He chuckled at my comment, kissing me hard and  deep. He used one hand to secure my wrists as the other slipped into my hair and pulled. I groaned at the motion, allowing Arin to slip his tongue in. 

This went on for a long moment before Arin pulled back, he was breathing hard, his gaze half-lidded. 

"As much as I want to continue, your morning breath is atrocious and I'm craving McDonald's." Arin said, and I felt a small part of my brain echo the first part. I nodded to what he said absentmindedly, and he let go of my wrists and gracefully rolled off the bed and onto the floor. 

And we both burst out in laughter at his dumb-ass self. 

~~~

The product of six hours of work was a completely put together kitchen and living room. Arin and I had spent maybe 2/3 of that time joking about everything and nothing all at once, also flirting like a motherfucker. Like seriously, if this were a fanfiction the second hand cringe would be immaculate, but it definitely wasn't a fanfic because that would be wack. Regardless we were currently in the guest bedroom finishing up the general look of the room, when Arin suggested we go back to the living room to take a well deserved fourth break and I agreed wholeheartedly. 

On the couch, cuddled together, we watched an 'Are they Gay?' video on Doofenshmirtz and Perry the Platypus. Which was entertaining as hell because they obviously totally were. And  suddenly the doorbell rang, I offered to get up to get it but Arin was up before I could even try. I turned my attention back to the video and as he returned with a pizza and a sour expression. 

"Did you order pizza?" I asked, which yes was a stupid question but we had spent all day together and I hadn't heard him once order pizza.

"No," he looked grimly at the box, "its from Suzi." My blood ran cold as he carried the food further in. "The deliverer said she had ordered it as a 'peace offering'." I furrowed my brows, what kind of a peace offering is pizza?

"That's kinda iffy? I mean, maybe it's just my thoughts but pizza doesn't equal a three month coma educed via head trauma..." Maybe I was being too harsh, I mean my logic was totally right but at least she was trying to make things right...

"I agree dude, but she does want to formally apologize to you. This is probably just her trying to be nice again." He sat on the couch and opened the box, half pepperoni half cheese and on the inside of the top among grease stains was 'I'm sorry.' sprawled in black sharpie. Maybe she really was trying to be nice again. 

"Free food is free, it doesn't make us even, but, it is a start." I say with resolution, if this was her way of apologizing then I could at least eat it and try to look past this all. I grabbed a slice of pepperoni and dug in as Arin did the same. 

"...Do you think we could be on good terms with her ever again?" Arin asked, his voice was small, like he was afraid to ask me. He obviously wanted to at least remain friends with her, to keep a semblance of their friendship alive.

I hesitated for a moment. "...Yeah, I'll definitely hold a grudge but," once again, I hesitate, "if she tries to be better then I will have to acknowledge her efforts and try as well." The relief that flooded through Arins face was immense, he really wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. "But if she hurts you..."

"I would never be able to forgive her."