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A/n: So this was originally a oneshot that became a two-shot(?) that I'm now turning into a mini-series. Yeah, apparently I can't let it go. Anyway. So... I hope you like this adorably cute couple. Of course based of real people, even if they weren't anything like this!

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PART ONE : TO FIND A WAY TO LOVE HIM

He ran his fingers down the tiny wires looking for the break. “Come on, come on,” he mumbled as best he could around the flashlight that hung out of his mouth. “Ha, got you, you little bugger,” he smiled in triumph as he felt the break of the frayed wire bits sticking out. He yanked flashlight out of his mouth and quickly ripped a piece of electric tape from around his finger.

He wasn’t going to lie working up at the auditorium lights wasn’t a favorite of his. First of all it was hot. Second of all it was a good 12 to 15 feet off the ground working with possibility of electrocution. He was suddenly regretting the double-layered hoodies as well as not grabbing his rubber grip pliers.

“DANNY!” his headphones cut into an awful static sound.

The sound of his own name made him jump and almost drop the flashlight. He pushed the microphone to his mouth before yelling in return, “Craperdoodles, Ace. Could you please use your inside voice when on headset? ”

“Well are you done or not? I need you down at the control booth, I can’t get mic 7 to come on so I need you to look at the sound board,” the static voice cut in again angrily.

Ace was a real tight ass and not just right before shows. He always had to have everything his way and when he wanted it. It drove most the techies crazy but Danny didn’t mind. In fact it provided him endless amusement. Danny balanced the flashlight against his cheek and shoulder before happily responding, “Hey Ace, I got a joke for you.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Ace answered grumpily.

It was crazy how even through the fuzzy microphone Danny could figure out Ace’s dispositions. He could conjure up what his face looked like, how his eyes squinted in annoyance. It just helped fuel him while irritating him from such a far distance.

Danny easily ignored him, “Okay, so an airplane is about to crash and this chick thinks hey if I’m going to die I have sex one more time before I die. So she makes the announcement “Is there any man who will make me feel like a woman one last time before I die?’ and so the guy in row seven shrugs and says sure, so he takes off his shirt and walks over to her and says ‘here, iron this.’” Danny wrapped he’s recently snipped and cut wires and considered it a job well done.

Ace made a low hissing sound over the microphone and Danny laughed, “Just fix the god damn microphone Danny,” Ace groaned.

“Aye, Aye Captain,” Danny smiled to himself as he eased himself back down the ladder. Danny pulled off his toboggan and ruffled his shadowy brown hair. “Hey Ace, wanna flick on the stage left spotlight that I just fixed?”

The low grumble must have meant yes since the stage left light lit up casting a circular beam of light down on the stage.

“YES! HELL to the YES! Who is your daddy!” Danny yelled at the light while flicking it off. “I’m your daddy.” Danny smiled up at the tech booth where he was sure Ace was giving him his best death glare he could muster. He kicked off his clunky purple rain boots and went into the snoopy dance as a celebration of his victory. He wasn’t going to lie, the dance was purely to spite Ace who hated all things happy so when he heard a muffled laugh from the right side of stage he was a bit stunned. Few people besides Ace, himself, and a few other techies showed up for a high school show three hours early so he was probably a little more startled than he should have been.

“Nice,” the voice commented stepping away from the side curtains.

“Thank you,” Danny felt a creeping blush cover his cheeks. And of course Ace, the tight ass, released a badly muffled laugh over the static on his headset. Bastard.

“Hey,” mr. creeps-around-in-auditoriums walked onto stage and Danny knew exactly who he is. Danny had been teching all the high school shows since freshman year and this kid gotten a lead role in almost all of them, and everyone knew why. Aside from being a fantastic actor but he was gorgeous. Not gorgeous in the conventional ripped abs and eyes like a summer sky but gorgeous like finely bleached and dyed red tuffs of hair gelled to stick up in the back and a lip ring. Danny was well aware of the way he made his gaydar tingle and was even more aware of the way he liked it.

“I’m looking for the props we used in the rehearsal last night. I think I left my house keys in the pocket of my robe,” the kid offered innocently enough.

“Um… Yeah okay,” Danny had to command himself not to think of the kid’s grabbing jeans and tight shirt. “Yeah I think we put them back in storage room two. I’ll take you there. One sec though.” He turned around in a lame attempt of privacy, “Hey buttface,” he murmured into the headset. “I’m going to take this guy into room two. I’ll be there in a second to fix your microphone or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Ace replied in a fashion that suggested he was only half listening in the first place. He was always unnecessarily cold to everyone. Even people that happened to think of him as a friend, aka Danny. And in sudden exasperation of that coldness Danny yanked the cord the headset making the most obnoxious screeching noise over the headset. Hehehehe.

“-UUUCK!” Ace’s voice could be heard all the way across the auditorium. All the way from the tech booth.

Danny laughed in the childish glee of getting even before nodding to the actor, “Come on.” He quickly ducked out of the auditorium before Ace could go off on him.

It was only once the door closed to the auditorium that the awkwardness really set in. He was alone with mr. incredibly hott guy. Yeah there was a slight title change, but you’d change it too if you saw that ass. Golly. And not only was he mr. incredibly hott guy but there was a likely chance that he was mr. incredibly hott gay guy. And the only useful bit of information his mind could give him was ‘don’t fuck this up’.

“I’m Peter, by the way,” incredibly hott guy said making causal conversation.

Casual conversation! Why didn’t he think of that?!

“Danny,” Danny smiled weakly before realizing he’d left his shoes back on the stage and that’s why he was walking funny. How could have he forgotten that? He berated himself until Peter spoke up again.

“I’ve seen you somewhere before haven’t I?” Peter pushed a few strands of dyed red hair out of his face.

“Um… Maybe? I do go here,” Danny shrugged innocently while trying to unlock the prop door. Problem was the tech key ring was full of keys that led no where! He had to try key after key, which pretty much ruined all chances of looking smugly all-knowing in front of the incredibly hott guy that had just recently taken an interest in him. Around about the seventh key he dared another look at the sex god Peter who was throwing him a rather puzzled look.

“Yeah, sorry about this,” Danny confessed. “Our head technician, Ace, added all these extra keys as a joke a couple of months ago and I haven’t figured out which ones are fake yet. Sorry.” The story was even true. Ace had done that but only because Danny had all his notebooks and written random thoughts, jokes, and even a poem or two in every couple pages to the point that even when Ace thought he’d rid himself of all the useless sheets of paper he just kept finding them.

Either way Peter seemed to understand and just smiled at Danny’s story.

“Ah ha!” Finally a key worked. Danny pushed open the door and held it open as Peter nodded and walked in.

There were endless rows of racks filled with all kinds of costumes. Peter seemed to know right where to go. Danny felt a little embarrassed by this considering he’d just spent a good seven to eight minutes trying to get the dump door opened.

Peter pulled out a robe and searched the front pocket and found a string of keys. “Found ‘em,” he called to Danny as if Danny hadn’t been staring at him since he entered the room. More specifically Danny was staring at his ass, which was squeezed in just the right places thanks to Peter’s tight black jeans. Thank the lord for jeans.

“See, I think I know you from somewhere else,” Peter said from across the room now looking back at Danny quizzically. “Are you a friend of John’s?” Peter got a sort of twisted smile, or more of a leering expression actually.

Of course Danny knew the code. He had enough gay friends in the community to know that John’s was the local gay bar in the downtown area. Danny nodded breaking the eye contact, “More of acquaintances than friends really, but we know each other.

Peter looked pleased with that answer, “Yeah I know what you mean John can be a real dick sometimes.”

Danny tried to front a cool collecting look but his insides were screaming ‘what?!?!’. He knew they still had to be speaking in code but about what? He was lost. “Yeah, I guess,” Danny decided that was as good answer. Well it couldn’t be a bad answer anyway since it made Peter bit his lip to hold back a smile.

He watched Peter walk over to him with a sort of gleam in his eye and he felt Peter’s hand lightly push Danny to the wall. He felt Peter’s lips hover over his and his eyes close for the contact, but none of it felt real. It wasn’t hot or sexy and he certainly wasn’t turned on no matter what Peter’s tongue did in his mouth. It wasn’t right, and he knew what it was. He pushed him away.

“Sorry,” was all he could think to say as he stared down at his cotton socks. He ran a hand through his hair. He was seventeen with raging hormones and practically jacked off every night, how could he not want this? He was angry with himself but angrier about the reason he knew he stopped.

Peter didn’t seemed shocked or angry just a little let down, “No, it’s cool. I’ve been told I move too fast. I just… I shouldn’t be doing this anyway. I’ve just been watching you for a while and I thought you were attractive and… my boyfriend just broke up with me. I thought I’d give it a shot.”

Danny smiled somewhat relieved, “So I’m a rebound?”

Peter looked horrified, “No! Jesus, I sound like such a jerk,” he blinked up at the room lights, “Well… yeah. I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to forget him for a little while. I’m sorry. I’m an ass. God I hate myself right now.”

“No, really don’t. It makes me feel better about saying no,” Danny laughed. “Plus it’s incredibly flattering that you thought I was attractive. After I’ve spent countless hours watching your ass on stage… and I cannot believe I just said that. I’m sorry. I guess we’re both asses.”

Peter laughed, “Thanks. Really.” Peter held up his keys, “I better…”

“Yeah,” Danny laughed, “And um… you’re welcome?” he said unsure of himself.

Peter just nodded, “Tell you’re boyfriend I’m sorry.”

“My… My boyfriend?” Danny looked surprised, “What makes you think I have a boyfriend?”

“Just… you were distant. You were thinking of someone else, I could totally tell,” Peter bit his lip and played with his keys. “I was just choosing to ignore it.” He paused and got a sort of angled smile, “Thinking back on it you were in a pretty big rush. What are you meeting him soon or something?”

“Ha, no… well yeah, but not really. We’re not dating. Unrequited attraction actually,” Danny looked guilty like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Peter nodded. “Just… don’t wait around for him forever. If he's making to sit around on your hands he's not worth it. Try something new. I mean worst case scenario, you end up in a situation like this again?” Peter laughed.

"I don't know... I think it could be worse than this. I mean I hardly think you’re the worse case scenario" Danny smiled somewhat shyly, “But Thanks.” He shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly. It felt weird to talk about his secret love to anyone. He’d just come to terms with it a few months ago, and the idea of acting on it was almost laughable.

Peter seemed to read his expressions well and rolled his eyes, "boys," he mumbled. He threw his hood up and walked toward the door that led to the parking lot. He hovered at the handle before turning around, “ See you around?” Peter gave him one last smile as he disappeared out into the rainy weather.

Danny could hear the rain through that door and that just made him feel more alone. He was aware he’d probably never have an opportunity like Peter ever again and he considered chasing after him. But he knew he couldn’t. Part of him was still hung up on the unrequited love. He’d had too many fantasies, thought of too many ways of asking him out, considered too many possible dates, and imagined too many hypothetical conversations to turn back now. He had to find a way to bring closure the parts of him that held on to hope. But he already knew the reality of the situation and that just made him angry, angry that he’d fallen for the one person that despised him. “God damn you Ace,” he whispered.

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© Title of story is from Billy Joel’s lyrics 'You May Be Right’