This actually came to mind when I went to see Dragon Wars with my friend tonight. It was the worst movie ever, but if you need a laugh you should go see it. Besides that, I have no idea why I was thinking of this other than the movie was so horrible that I couldn’t pay attention, but I like the way this came out.

Summary: Finding out you’re gay is always different when it’s someone else discovering it for you. Danny learns this the hard way–the really, really hard way. Slash.

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“I’m serious, Josh, there’s something wrong with me. Can’t you take me seriously for once?”

Danny sighed as his friend shrugged, reclining on his haunches to give Danny most of his attention. It had been like this for nearly an hour; Danny had come to Josh’s house at three in the morning, desperate to solve the problem that had been nagging at him for nearly a month. An awkward subject, surely, to be talking about what ‘got you going’ with your best friend, but one that deserved to be figured out. One that most surely deserved to be figured out, especially when you found yourself having to cross your legs in the locker room or when you had to constantly put your books in your lap when talking to your guy friends. That, indeed, was Danny’s problem, and what a problem it was.

“I’m just... blah, that’s all.” Josh raised his hands expressively, not doing anything to help Danny at all. “I can’t say I’m tired, just preoccupied or something. That’s it.”

Danny sighed again, closing his eyes for a moment. He tucked a strand of long blond hair behind his ear before pinning Josh with his amber gaze. “Do you know what I mean, though?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Josh was distracted, staring at Danny’s mouth instead of his eyes. Danny brushed it off as Josh trying to lip-read again and continued with his problem-solving. “Explain again?”

“Okay, then.” Danny thought for a moment, trying to put his dilemma into words that Josh would understand. “Lizzie Thomas is hot, right?” Well, not really, in Danny’s opinion, but he imagined her to be the typical poster girl for adoration; tall, skinny, tan blonde girl with a great figure and a pretty smile that didn’t do anything for him at all.

“Yeah,” Josh answered, still unfocused.

“Well, she was talking to me the other day, and it was really hot, the top three buttons of her shirt were undone. And guess what didn’t happen?” Danny thumped his fist against the floor, glaring at nothing in particular. Josh, who was situated in front of him, ended up with the brunt of his anger.

Josh shrugged unhelpfully, a teasing grin settling on his face. “Maybe you just have ED.”

“What?” Visions of old men on disturbing commercials flashed through his mind, provoking him to wonder exactly how a sixty-year-old guy would do it anyway without having a heart attack. “Josh, that just means you can’t get it up at all. I can, y’know, just...not for girls.”

“Oh,” Josh said pensively, pursing his lips in thought. Danny just waited, watching Josh irritably until the brunette’s eyes lit up and he grinned. “Maybe you’re gay.”

“Wha–what?” Now this was ridiculous. Ridiculous times six; it had to be, because there was no way Danny was gay. No way, no how, nuh-uh. Not possible. “Don’t be stupid, Josh, that’s just–”

Irrational, he was going to say. Unreasonable, unbelievable, unfathomable, but Josh cut him off, leaning forward predatorily. There was a smirk on his lips and a mischievous glint in his green eyes, one that Danny recognized all too well.

“Just what?” Josh practically purred, on hands and knees, intruding way too heavily into Danny’s personal space. Of course Danny scooted backwards, kept going until his back hit the wall and he could only pray that Josh wouldn’t come any closer.

“Stupid!” Danny squeaked; whether as an insult or an answer he didn’t know. But he was going almost cross-eyed, trying to focus on Josh who was steadily coming closer, closer, closer. “Just stupid!”

“Why don’t we test that out, hmm?” There was a real purr to Josh’s voice this time, a purr that made his voice husky and deep. It made a chill course down Danny’s spine in a way that reminded him that he had to say something in response, something, anything.

“Uhm..” His voice was shaky and unsure, wobbling even more as he shook his head. But what came out of his mouth was the exact opposite of what his brain was screaming: “...Okay.”

He had time to register a brief, amused chuckle before Josh’s lips crashed against his so hard he could practically feel the outline of the teeth behind them, teeth that he really could now trace because his mouth was open and so was Josh’s obviously, hence the tooth-tracing that Danny was trying really hard to forget.

There was a hand in his hair and another on his stomach, palm pushing against his hipbone through his shirt, and somehow his arms had wound themselves around Josh’s neck to pull him closer, closer, closer still. And all Danny wanted now was to be completely absorbed in this feeling, the taste of coke and sugar on Josh’s tongue; lack of oxygen be damned because yes, this felt good. He could care less right now about the slightly embarrassing moan that he’d just let loose, could care less about the fact that he was being dominated, that he was play-dough to Josh’s inner preschooler, because he was loving every single nanosecond of this.

Although he wasn’t really into the whole ‘breaking for air’ scene; that wasn’t as much fun. He was definitely not loving the sudden influx of cool, almost cold air against every place he’d been touched when Josh leaned back, surveying Danny critically. Danny flushed at being put under such scrutiny, especially with Josh’s hips pressing at the back of his knees so that every time he moved it made Danny want to squirm closer until he was Josh’s again, no matter how blue his face would be when he succumbed to the pull of that infernally addictive mouth.

“Or maybe you’re just gay,” Josh said again, a half-smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and Danny just grinned.

“Maybe,” he said, and tugged Josh back down to resume his out-of-water drowning.