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smackenzieAnother morning, another body in bed with him - except this time it was Danny again, and hopefully he'd slept off the fiasco of last night and was going to feel ok to go to school.
There was no way Laurie was going to tell him about the dream.
Years of necessity got Laurie out of bed wen his alarm clock went off, and not enough years of caring made Danny just mumble something and roll over. Laurie made a trip to the bathroom to pee and another one into the kitchen to turn the coffee on. It was starting to annoy him that he had to remember to do that - he was going to have to get himself one of those coffee makers with the timers so he could just set it before he went to bed, so he'd have nice hot caffiene ready for him in the morning. Of course, then he'd have to remember to set it....
He glanced at the clock in the kitchen. Cool. They had some time to wake up. He wondered how much of last night Danny was going to remember. He should probably go find out.
"Hey, Danny," he said, going back into the bedroom, "rise and shine. Want some coffee?"
"Mrph," Danny said into the pillow. Laurie grabbed the covers and gave them a good yank. "Asshole."
"How do you feel? Nice and rested? Ready for school?"
"Five more minutes, Mom."
"I'll make you breakfast."
"Pass."
"C'mon, Danny-boy, you have to tell me about last night. Lea and I saw you dancing with a boy." And please god I hope that's all you remember, Laurie mentally added. Trying to deal with Danny's sexual crisis was one thing - Laurie didn't want to have to play near-rape crisis counselor as well.
He could just about hear Lea in his head, telling him to stop overthinking it, and his mental spew petered out and stopped altogether.
"So?" he said, going to the dresser to find something clean and not too smelly to wear.
"So?" Danny repeated. At least he was sitting up in bed now, and no longer looked like he was about to fall back asleep.
"Who's the boy?"
"From last night?"
"Yeah, Einstein, from last night." Laurie found a long-sleeve thermal shirt, sniffed it, judged it acceptable, and struggled into it. Now for jeans and socks, and he had to et his half brother out of bed. "Well, ok, if you're going to be all secretive about it, did you at least have a good time? Figure out if you like boys or not?"
"Yeah, I had a good time." Danny rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, where he took a leak with the door open. Laurie used the opportunity to change into clean boxer briefs. He could still remember bits of his perverse dream, enough that for a minute he was shy about his half brother seeing him naked. Which was absurd, really.
"I kissed a guy," Danny called from the bathroom. "It was ok."
"Just ok?"
"Yeah, it was pretty good. It felt, like, normal, you know? Not weird like I thought it would."
Well, that was a good sign.
"Can't remember the guy's name, though." Danny came back into the bedroom. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up even more. He was pretty cute, Danny was, and Laurie could think that without any attendant weirdness, without feeling strange and sick and incestuous.
"But you liked him?" Laurie found a presentable pair of jeans and pulled them on. He'd have to do a load of laundry soon. Maybe he could take his clothes to his parents' house and use their washing machine. His mom would probably make him drive her somewhere in exchange, but that was fair enough.
"Yeah," Danny said. "Didn't I say that?"
"I think so, sort of. I need some coffee." Just being able to smell it wasn't enough.
Laurie thought maybe he should drop it, but he needed to know.
"Ok, overall, you had a good time - "
"Yeah."
"Kissed a boy - "
"Yeah."
"Liked it - "
"Yeah."
"Still confused?"
"I dunno." Danny went into the kitchen and stuck his head in the fridge, so whatever he said next was swallowed by the eggs and leftovers. Laurie followed him into the kitchen to rescue his coffee before it burned.
"What'd you say?" he asked, getting out a mug and pouring himself some java.
"I'm not gonna walk up to Marcus and plant a big wet one on him," Danny repeated. He opened a takeout box and peered into it, then wrinkled his nose, made a face, and tossed it in the garbage. "Do you ever clean out your fridge?"
"Only when the leftovers start bitching at me to leave the light on." Laurie sipped his coffee. Ahh, bliss. "Hey, Danny, look at me a second." Danny turned away from the fridge.
"Yeah?"
"Are you cool? You're ok with it?"
"With what? That I kissed a boy? Yeah, sure. It works for you, doesn't it? I'm just not gonna broadcast it all over school."
Laurie heaved an internal sigh of relief. Danny wasn't traumatized. Danny seemed more comfortable with himself. And oddly enough it was Laurie's queerness that made it ok.
"Coffee?" he said. He could drop it now. If Danny didn't want to talk about last night, or wasn't utterly disturbed by what that kid Dave had done to him (or at had least tried to do), or if he just didn't remember, Laurie wasn't going to push him and certainly wasn't going to remind him.
"Nah," was Danny's answer. He grabbed the orange juice, popped it open, and drank it from the carton. Laurie couldn't say really anything, because he did it too.
He looked at the clock. They should probably get a move on.
"Well, drink fast or you're gonna be late for class." Danny didn't seem to particularly care. "Come on, Danny, I don't want to be held responsible."
"Ok, ok." He put the orange juice back in the fridge, wiped his mouth on his arm, and shrugged. "I got Spanish first thing, we never start on time."
"Still." Laurie finished his coffee, dropped the mug in the sink - he should probably do the dishes sometime soon, too - and went to get his jacket and put his boots on. "Shoes," he called back to Danny. "Get your stuff."
"It's still in your bike."
"Oh." Danny had had to bring his backpack last night to keep up the fiction that Laurie was going to help him study, and since he hadn't wanted to bring it into the Blind Pig, they'd locked it in one of the bike's saddlebags. "Grab the helmets too, will you?"
They made it to school just in time, or at least Laurie hoped they were just in time, and Danny got his books and bounced up the front steps of the building with a "Thanks, see you later." Laurie realized thhat his half brother had never even asked why he'd apparently slept in his clothes. Maybe it wasn't such a strange occurrence.
Laurie managed to wedge the spare helmet in one of the saddlebags, once again thanking all the little gods of commerce that the hard saddlebags had been much too expensive and so he'd had to settle for the fake leather (and more soft-sided) ones. He stopped for doughnuts on the way home, got stuck in traffic, and seriously considered going by Lea's apartment to see if she was awake or had she gone back to bed after taking Marshall to work. Although on second thought, maybe he didn't want to see her face when he told her he'd dreamed about fucking his half brother.
The first person he called when he got home was his mom, to tell her Danny was fine and had gone off to school like a healthy little high schooler. Then he called Lea.
"Yeah," she said into the phone, sounding groggy and annoyed.
"Morning, sunshine," Laurie said cheerfully. "It's me."
"How's Danny?" Now she sounded much less annoyed, but still kind of of draggy. he guessed she'd gone to bed really late and had been woken up really early.
"Ok, I think. He liked the kissing last night, but either he doesn't remember that asshole trying to molest him, or he doesn't want to talk about it. But I think he's gonna be ok."
"So does he still think he might be gay?"
"I guess. I'm willing to bet he wants to come along the next time we go to the Pig. I think me being gay helped him. Is that weird?"
"No, it makes sense. He's used to queer boys being ok with it. You did good. You're relieved, aren't you."
"You have no idea. Did you talk to the manager?"
"Pendejo," she practically spat. "He put it on the bouncers and the floor security guys. I told him if I heard it happened again, to anyone - boys or girls - I'd report the club to the cops for drug dealing. And I made it clear that if the Pig was closed it would hurt me too, but I was willing to risk it."
"Cool." Laurie was impressed. Lea was much better at this than he was.
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There was no way Laurie was going to tell him about the dream.
Years of necessity got Laurie out of bed wen his alarm clock went off, and not enough years of caring made Danny just mumble something and roll over. Laurie made a trip to the bathroom to pee and another one into the kitchen to turn the coffee on. It was starting to annoy him that he had to remember to do that - he was going to have to get himself one of those coffee makers with the timers so he could just set it before he went to bed, so he'd have nice hot caffiene ready for him in the morning. Of course, then he'd have to remember to set it....
He glanced at the clock in the kitchen. Cool. They had some time to wake up. He wondered how much of last night Danny was going to remember. He should probably go find out.
"Hey, Danny," he said, going back into the bedroom, "rise and shine. Want some coffee?"
"Mrph," Danny said into the pillow. Laurie grabbed the covers and gave them a good yank. "Asshole."
"How do you feel? Nice and rested? Ready for school?"
"Five more minutes, Mom."
"I'll make you breakfast."
"Pass."
"C'mon, Danny-boy, you have to tell me about last night. Lea and I saw you dancing with a boy." And please god I hope that's all you remember, Laurie mentally added. Trying to deal with Danny's sexual crisis was one thing - Laurie didn't want to have to play near-rape crisis counselor as well.
He could just about hear Lea in his head, telling him to stop overthinking it, and his mental spew petered out and stopped altogether.
"So?" he said, going to the dresser to find something clean and not too smelly to wear.
"So?" Danny repeated. At least he was sitting up in bed now, and no longer looked like he was about to fall back asleep.
"Who's the boy?"
"From last night?"
"Yeah, Einstein, from last night." Laurie found a long-sleeve thermal shirt, sniffed it, judged it acceptable, and struggled into it. Now for jeans and socks, and he had to et his half brother out of bed. "Well, ok, if you're going to be all secretive about it, did you at least have a good time? Figure out if you like boys or not?"
"Yeah, I had a good time." Danny rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, where he took a leak with the door open. Laurie used the opportunity to change into clean boxer briefs. He could still remember bits of his perverse dream, enough that for a minute he was shy about his half brother seeing him naked. Which was absurd, really.
"I kissed a guy," Danny called from the bathroom. "It was ok."
"Just ok?"
"Yeah, it was pretty good. It felt, like, normal, you know? Not weird like I thought it would."
Well, that was a good sign.
"Can't remember the guy's name, though." Danny came back into the bedroom. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up even more. He was pretty cute, Danny was, and Laurie could think that without any attendant weirdness, without feeling strange and sick and incestuous.
"But you liked him?" Laurie found a presentable pair of jeans and pulled them on. He'd have to do a load of laundry soon. Maybe he could take his clothes to his parents' house and use their washing machine. His mom would probably make him drive her somewhere in exchange, but that was fair enough.
"Yeah," Danny said. "Didn't I say that?"
"I think so, sort of. I need some coffee." Just being able to smell it wasn't enough.
Laurie thought maybe he should drop it, but he needed to know.
"Ok, overall, you had a good time - "
"Yeah."
"Kissed a boy - "
"Yeah."
"Liked it - "
"Yeah."
"Still confused?"
"I dunno." Danny went into the kitchen and stuck his head in the fridge, so whatever he said next was swallowed by the eggs and leftovers. Laurie followed him into the kitchen to rescue his coffee before it burned.
"What'd you say?" he asked, getting out a mug and pouring himself some java.
"I'm not gonna walk up to Marcus and plant a big wet one on him," Danny repeated. He opened a takeout box and peered into it, then wrinkled his nose, made a face, and tossed it in the garbage. "Do you ever clean out your fridge?"
"Only when the leftovers start bitching at me to leave the light on." Laurie sipped his coffee. Ahh, bliss. "Hey, Danny, look at me a second." Danny turned away from the fridge.
"Yeah?"
"Are you cool? You're ok with it?"
"With what? That I kissed a boy? Yeah, sure. It works for you, doesn't it? I'm just not gonna broadcast it all over school."
Laurie heaved an internal sigh of relief. Danny wasn't traumatized. Danny seemed more comfortable with himself. And oddly enough it was Laurie's queerness that made it ok.
"Coffee?" he said. He could drop it now. If Danny didn't want to talk about last night, or wasn't utterly disturbed by what that kid Dave had done to him (or at had least tried to do), or if he just didn't remember, Laurie wasn't going to push him and certainly wasn't going to remind him.
"Nah," was Danny's answer. He grabbed the orange juice, popped it open, and drank it from the carton. Laurie couldn't say really anything, because he did it too.
He looked at the clock. They should probably get a move on.
"Well, drink fast or you're gonna be late for class." Danny didn't seem to particularly care. "Come on, Danny, I don't want to be held responsible."
"Ok, ok." He put the orange juice back in the fridge, wiped his mouth on his arm, and shrugged. "I got Spanish first thing, we never start on time."
"Still." Laurie finished his coffee, dropped the mug in the sink - he should probably do the dishes sometime soon, too - and went to get his jacket and put his boots on. "Shoes," he called back to Danny. "Get your stuff."
"It's still in your bike."
"Oh." Danny had had to bring his backpack last night to keep up the fiction that Laurie was going to help him study, and since he hadn't wanted to bring it into the Blind Pig, they'd locked it in one of the bike's saddlebags. "Grab the helmets too, will you?"
They made it to school just in time, or at least Laurie hoped they were just in time, and Danny got his books and bounced up the front steps of the building with a "Thanks, see you later." Laurie realized thhat his half brother had never even asked why he'd apparently slept in his clothes. Maybe it wasn't such a strange occurrence.
Laurie managed to wedge the spare helmet in one of the saddlebags, once again thanking all the little gods of commerce that the hard saddlebags had been much too expensive and so he'd had to settle for the fake leather (and more soft-sided) ones. He stopped for doughnuts on the way home, got stuck in traffic, and seriously considered going by Lea's apartment to see if she was awake or had she gone back to bed after taking Marshall to work. Although on second thought, maybe he didn't want to see her face when he told her he'd dreamed about fucking his half brother.
The first person he called when he got home was his mom, to tell her Danny was fine and had gone off to school like a healthy little high schooler. Then he called Lea.
"Yeah," she said into the phone, sounding groggy and annoyed.
"Morning, sunshine," Laurie said cheerfully. "It's me."
"How's Danny?" Now she sounded much less annoyed, but still kind of of draggy. he guessed she'd gone to bed really late and had been woken up really early.
"Ok, I think. He liked the kissing last night, but either he doesn't remember that asshole trying to molest him, or he doesn't want to talk about it. But I think he's gonna be ok."
"So does he still think he might be gay?"
"I guess. I'm willing to bet he wants to come along the next time we go to the Pig. I think me being gay helped him. Is that weird?"
"No, it makes sense. He's used to queer boys being ok with it. You did good. You're relieved, aren't you."
"You have no idea. Did you talk to the manager?"
"Pendejo," she practically spat. "He put it on the bouncers and the floor security guys. I told him if I heard it happened again, to anyone - boys or girls - I'd report the club to the cops for drug dealing. And I made it clear that if the Pig was closed it would hurt me too, but I was willing to risk it."
"Cool." Laurie was impressed. Lea was much better at this than he was.
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Date: 2003-11-12 12:26 pm (UTC)