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Must I Go Bound?

Danny Wagner x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: sworn off dating for life, your whole world changes one fateful evening when your best friend drags you out to a show.

Warnings: smut, adult themes, drinking, profanity

+18, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @ignite-my-fire

Chapter 1

“This is boring as fuck. Can we go?” You whine into your friend’s ear, the booming music around you making it incredibly difficult for her to hear your bratty outburst.

She scrunches her pretty little features up, pouting at you. “No way, I’m having so much fun!”

This was a usual occurrence for you. Your best friend, Emily, the sweetest being in all the land; ever the party animal and always dragging you along to attend obscure, underground shows with bands you’d never heard of and had no interest in getting to know. As you tried to gather your thoughts, the sound of a guitar screeching to life rattled through the air. Your hands found their way to your ears as you cupped them and gritted your teeth.

“Em, this is fucking shit! I’m going to get another drink.” You huffed, beginning to stomp away. As you turned, the frontman spoke into the mic.

“We have a real treat for you tonight, ladies and gents! Our extremely talented pal Danny is here for one night only to join us on stage. Everyone please give it up for Daniel Wagner!”

You turned your head, ready to scoff at whoever this shitty ass band deemed as “extremely talented”. The man walked on stage, fist bumping the front man and bringing him in for a quick hug.

Wow, he’s… hot

His body was tanned and lean, but with obvious muscle definition. His silvery vest showcased his biceps, and they rippled as he picked up a guitar and swung the strap over his shoulder. His pearly-white smile seemed to light up the entire room, and his face was perfectly framed by his cascading raven coils. A single tattoo could be seen, two thick black bands wrapped around the top of his arm with some sort of emblem studded right in the centre.

Maybe you could stick around for a bit after all…

You swiftly ordered yourself a drink, before re-joining Em.

“You wanna get a bit closer to the stage?”

She turns to face you, raising one eyebrow and crossing her arms. “What happened to ‘Em, this is fucking shit’?”

A blush crept up onto your cheeks, so you turned your face away and awkwardly sipped your drink. Em looked up to the stage and a shit-eating grin spread across her face.

“Oh, I think I see what’s happened. He’s cute, your type for sure.” She goads, chuckling under her breath.

“Would you fuck off!” You grumble, smacking her arm with your free hand. “Are you coming or not? And I don’t wanna hear shit from you or I’ll never come to one of these fuck ass gigs with you again.”

She smiles sweetly at you, then brings her hand up to her mouth in a ‘locking’ motion, then throws her hand over her shoulder, signifying that she’ll keep her mouth shut. She extends the same hand out to you and you take it in yours, walking towards the front of the stage. When you get there, the band is beginning their first song. You stare at Danny as his hands fly across the fretboard, playing every note with extreme precision. The way he immerses himself into the moment, throwing his head back, lips parted, is sending you into a frenzy. You feel like an animal in heat as you drink him in, utterly mesmerised by the display he’s putting on in front of you. You’re pulled back from reality when Em screeches beside you.

“Woooo, go on, Danny!”

You instinctively begin to snap your head towards her, ready to berate her for drawing attention. Instead, Danny’s reaction is quicker, as his line of sight seeks out where in the crowd the noise came from instantly. You see Em nod her head towards your direction in your peripheral, then you’re met with the most intense eye contact you’ve ever experienced. You gulp as his eyes bore into your soul, his smile sweeter than syrup. You manage a smile back, and in a fleeting moment of pure courage and adrenaline, you bring your hand up to your mouth and kiss it, then extend your palm upwards and purse your lips together to blow it in his direction. His eyebrows raise and his tongue licks lightly against his bottom lip as you really drive it home with a cheeky wink. They finish up the song and you turn to Em.

“Fuck, I need a drink.”

You snatch her hand and pull her back through the crowd towards the bar. When you get there, she grabs onto your shoulders excitedly, shaking you back and forth.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, what the fuck was that? I’ve not seen you that ballsy in a long time! Good for you, girl!”

“Drink. Now.” You huff.

“Two tequila shooters, please!” Em yells at the bartender.

Your shots are deposited in front of you, and you make light work of licking the salt from the back of your hand, throwing the tequila rapidly down your throat, and shoving the lime into your mouth. You suck on the sour fruit, then dispose of it within the shot glass. Taking a deep breath, you try to centre yourself after that completely brazen display back there. That was something you would have done without a second thought a few years back, but after many, many bad experiences with men, you’d reduced yourself to a born-again virgin and sworn off those in possession of a penis.

“I think I need another.” You groan, massaging your temples. You stick two fingers in the air, signalling to the bartender for another. As you go to pay, a hand darts across the card machine, stopping you from pressing your phone to the reader.

“I’ll get that, and make that two, please.”

You stare up in disbelief as Danny takes the two shots and places them in front of you both. He extends his hand out to you.

“May I?”

You nod, frozen to the spot. He reaches across and takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his face. Whilst maintaining eye-contact, he slowly licks a stripe onto the back of it, then picks up the salt shaker. You watch intently as the tiny, crystallised grains stick to the spot where his tongue just was. You close your eyes briefly and swallow, needing a moment of reprieve before you really start losing composure. When you open your eyes, he’s pushing your hand back to your mouth.

“Lick.”

Shit

You feel your heart thundering in your chest as you lift your hand up to your lips. You run your tongue across the salt, peering up through your lashes as you do. You’re pretty damn sure he could ask you to do just about anything and you’d comply, surrendering yourself completely. He hands you your shot and clinks his own against yours.

“Cheers.”

You knock your shots back in unison, then he brings his hand up to your mouth again. This time, he has a wedge of lime between his fingers. You part your lips, letting him push it into your mouth and suck the juice from the flesh. He pulls it from your lips and you take it from him, throwing it onto the bar behind you. With your inhibitions significantly lowered, you decide to play him at his own game. You move closer and capture his wrist in your hand, then wrap your lips around his pointer finger. You push it all the way into your mouth, then swallow around it, savouring the lingering citrus flavour from the lime. You release it with a pop, smirking up at him as his breath hitches and pupils dilate.

“Fuck.” He breathes, flustered for a moment.

Time seems to stand still, your lust-filled eyes wandering over each other. You’re practically toe to toe now, your chest heaving as his eyes scan your face.

“So Daniel, are you going to ask my name?” You press as you trail a finger down his torso.

Where the fuck did this confidence come from?

He smirks, then leans down and ghosts his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Tell me.”

You stifle a whimper, barely holding onto any last shred of composure you have.

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’d very much like to see more of you. What’s your Instagram?”

“I don’t really use it, I’m old fashioned. Take my number, though.”

He whips his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you. You type your number in, adding a lime emoji to your contact name. He takes his phone back and seconds later you feel your phone buzz from your own pocket. He looks like he wants to say something to you, but is interrupted by someone shouting his name.

“Danny, you coming?”

He exhales through his nose.

“Just when things were getting interesting… I have to go, but text me. I’d like to pick up where we left off at some point.”

You nod, unable to form a cohesive sentence. He winks at you, then disappears into the crowd. You lean forward onto the bar, wondering how on earth you’d gone from wanting to leave this shit fest of a bar and go home, to deep-throating a stranger’s finger in public. You let your mind spiral for a bit, then feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spin around and find Em stood there, her mouth agape.

“Y/N, what the FUCK. I thought you were both going to fuck right here in the middle of the bar! Atta girl!”

“Oh my god, don’t egg me on! That was so out of character!” You laugh.

“So out of character for you right now, but the Y/N I’ve always known had men falling like that at her feet almost every night. Welcome back.”

“Maybe it’s time for me to step back into my power.” You smirk.

Later that night you find yourself tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake the encounter from earlier. You’re still so unbelievably turned on, the evidence sitting slick between your legs. You sigh, wondering if some release would help you sleep. You slip your hand under your pyjama shorts, finding your clit and circling your fingers around the bud. Your breath quickens as your mind drifts to Danny’s lips against your ear, his tongue lapping across your hand, and his finger in your mouth. You quicken your pace, the thoughts of Danny tumbling you quickly towards your impending orgasm. You think about how his tongue would feel running through your folds, how badly you want to rake your hands through his curls, then it hits you like a freight train. Your legs shudder beneath you as his name escapes your lips in a high pitched whine.

But it’s not enough.

You scramble to find your phone on your nightstand.

12:49am

You: Are you awake?

Bzz bzz

12:50am

Danny: I am

12:50am

You: 117 Willow Avenue, now.

Bzz bzz

12:51am Danny: Omw

Fuck, were you really doing this? No turning back now…

You launch yourself from your bed, running into the bathroom to freshen up. You roll on some deodorant, swill your mouth with mouthwash and comb through your hair. Around 10 minutes pass and you hear a knock. Your heart pounds as you approach the door, your shaky hands unlocking the latch and twisting the handle. Danny stands there on your dimly lit porch, looking just as fucking edible as he did when you were in the bar. You lunge forward and attach your lips to his, devouring him with ferocity. He matches your demeanour, fighting for dominance as he licks into your mouth. His hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He carries you into your home and you guide him to your bedroom.

“Down.. the hall… thir- third door on the left.” You pant between kisses.

He practically breaks your bedroom door down rushing to get in. He throws you down onto your bed and crawls on top, planting sloppy kisses down your neck and onto your collarbones.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since the bar.” He breathes, pulling your pyjama top over your head and exposing your bare chest. You sit up and claw at his jacket, throwing it to the floor. It’s a hazy blur as you both grasp at each other, removing articles of clothing one by one until you’re both half naked. He palms at your breasts, bending down to suck the sensitive skin into his mouth. Your back arches as you melt into his touch.

“Oh god Danny, please fuck me.”

“Patience, you’ll get what you want.” He smirks, his fingers ghosting over your centre. You buck up into his touch, unable to restrain from the pornographic sounds slipping from your lips.

“Fuck, let me hear you baby.”

He pulls down your panties in one swift motion and slides a finger through your wetness, circling your clit a few times before plunging inside you and massaging your sweet spot. Your hands grab at his face as you pull him into you, your mouth meeting his as he begins to pick up the pace. You whimper into his mouth and his eyes roll back, clearly enjoying how worked up he has you.

“You like that?”

You nod, not being able to speak as the waves of pleasure consume you. He removes his fingers from you and you begin to whine at the loss of contact, but within seconds he’s spread your legs and is back inside you, but this time his mouth is on you too. You throw your head back as he sucks your bud and fucks his fingers into you at the same time.

“Fuck, Danny. Don’t stop. I-”

He hums against you and that’s all it takes. You’re falling apart beneath him, legs shuddering, his name spilling from your mouth like a hymn. You’ve barely come down from the high when you hear the faint sound of him opening a condom packet, then he’s pushing into you. A guttural moan leaves your chest as he bottoms out. He throws your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you with calculated movements, hitting your spot each time.

“Harder, please.” You beg, peering up at him.

He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, then wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you back, so that your back is arched as far as it will go. He re-enters and drives into you, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix. You squeeze around him, rapidly heading for your second orgasm.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his dick twitching inside of you. He wraps his hand around your hair and pulls back, using the leverage to slam you back into him even harder.

“I’m gunna fucking cum.” You gasp.

“Do it, cum for me.”

Your walls tremble around him as your orgasm hits you hard. Your arms give way, shaking beneath you as you enter a new realm of bliss. The lewd sounds of him fucking your release back into you fill the room, the air thick with sweat and sex.

“Ohhhh fuck.” He curses as his hips start to sputter. You rock back to meet him, squeezing tight as you do.

“I’m cumming, shit.” He moans, bucking into you for the last time and holding you there as he finishes. You fall forward onto your stomach as he pulls out.

“Bathroom is the next door down.”

He removes the condom and ties it in a knot, then pads away. You roll onto your back, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. When he re-enters the room, he lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

“Holy fucking shit.” You breathe.

“Holy fucking shit indeed… you’re something else, Y/N.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone.

You prop yourself up onto your elbows. “You don’t have to stay, you know. We’re strangers that just fucked, you have no obligation.”

“You’re not just saying that?” He asks, head tilted to the side.

“Promise.” You smile. “Plus, I have shit to do tomorrow.”

“Ok, well I’ll text you.” He smiles. You rise up and take his face in your hands, kissing him one last time.

“Yeah, do that.”

It’s been around two weeks since your encounter with Danny, although the yellowy bruises fading on your hips are a stark reminder of the sins you committed that night. You’ve been texting back and forth since then, and have met a few times for coffee. You’ve enjoyed finding out a bit more about each other, past the mind-blowing sex. From the conversations you’d had so far, you both seemed pretty compatible, but still you held back. Em, on the other hand, was all for it.

“What? He’s hot, no red flags so far, in a band. What have you got to lose, Y/N? She presses over coffee.

“My sanity. It never ends well, I know how this plays out.” You mutter, sipping gingerly from your cup.

“Yeah, there are a lot of dickheads out there, I know. But you can’t stay scared your whole life, babe. You’ll end up missing something great.”

“Watch me.” You laugh.

She sighs and fiddles with her phone for a bit, then hands it to you. There’s an ad for another show at a local bar tonight on the screen.

“Come with me, pleeeease. Have some fun again. Plus, you never know, you might find someone even better in bed than Danny.”

“Ha, I doubt it. But ok, I’ll come.”

Later that evening you’re both sharing a bottle of red whilst you get ready. You opt for a black t-shirt dress that stops at your mid-thigh, paired with fishnets and your trusty platform Dr Martens. Em wolf whistles as you step into her vicinity.

“Damn, girl.”

“I could say the same, you sexy bitch.”

Em is just so effortlessly pretty, with her pin straight dirty blond hair, gorgeously full lips, and freckles studded across her cheeks. She’s clad in a leather mini skirt, thigh high boots and a silver cami, but in all honesty she could wear a trash bag and still look like the most beautiful girl in the room.

“Ready to have some fun?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

“Let’s fuck shit up.”

You walk into the venue, arms linked, and make your way across to the bar.

“Two tequila sodas with lime, please”

“Tequila, again?” She scoffs. “Maybe you’ll have another strangers fingers down your throat again tonight?”

“Can’t have fun without tequila.” You giggle.

The band playing tonight was actually pretty good. You began to sway side to side as the liquor entered your blood stream. The band launch into an upbeat song, so you grab onto Em’s hands, lifting them up above her head, shaking your hips into hers. She shrieks with laughter as you both grind up against each other. It’s so nice to spend a carefree evening with her, actually enjoying life for once instead of being so caught up in the mundane. After a lot of dancing, you peel away and walk towards the bar.

“I’m going to grab a drink, want one?”

“No, I’m good.”

You lean up against the bar, waiting to be served, when something piques your interest. Or someone, rather. The most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on is sitting on a stool a few people down from you. He’s looking towards the bar, so you take a deep breath and slip into the space next to him. You steal a few glances from your peripheral now that you’re closer. He’s wearing a black button down, which is ¾ of the way undone, revealing his tanned chest and multiple silver chains. His hair is chestnut brown, falling in perfectly undone waves on his shoulders. He has slight stubble on his upper lip and chin, and small silver hoops in his ears. You felt your mouth water at the sight of him, the power he held was positively magnetic and he hadn’t even opened his mouth yet.

You stand there for a while, waiting for the bartender to serve you, whilst trying to muster up the courage to speak to him. A few minutes pass and you’re close to abandoning the idea completely.

“Haven’t seen you in here before, you new in town?”

You snap you head to him, momentarily startled by him striking up a conversation with you.

“Uhh, no. I’ve lived here for a few years now. Just… don’t get out much.” You reply, offering him a shy smile.

“What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion, just wanted to start living my life a bit more.”

“So you thought you’d start out by going to a shitty bar?”

“Hey, you’re also at this shitty bar, are you not?” You retort, raising an eyebrow.

A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your rebuttal.

Hmm, he liked that

“So, what are you doing at this shitty bar, …?” You wave your hand, motioning for him to complete your sentence.

“Jake.” He smiles. “And to answer your question, I own this shitty bar.”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles.

“You own this bar?”

“Yeah, but please don’t be impressed. It’s a shitty bar.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not.” You wink.

“Are you here by yourself …?” He mirrors your gesture from earlier.

“Y/N, and no I’m not.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“No lucky guy. I’m here with my best friend, Em.”

“No lucky guy, hm? Does that make me the lucky guy?”

“Do you want to be?” You challenge.

“You’re a fucking spitfire, aren’t you.”

Suddenly, Em comes bounding at you.

“Heyyyyy, oh god I’m so drunk. Do you-” She stops, her eyes raking over Jake. “Well fucking damn. You’re just getting them all aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Em!” You swat at her side.

“Well… I was just heading home. You kids have fun.” She winks.

You grab her arm as she tries to walk off.

“Em, I am not letting you go home by yourself. Sit down. I’ll call us a cab.”

She pulls you to one side, hushing her voice so only you can hear. “No way, you’re going home with that fucking beautiful specimen tonight. Do not even try. I’ll be fine. You cannot pass this up, fucking look at him!”

Jake interjects, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I have my car with me, let me drop you home.”

“Well, isn’t that kind, Y/N? Such a gentleman.”

“Em, we don’t even know him.” You hiss under your breath.

“I know a good egg when I see one.”

The next thing you know, you’re getting into the passenger side of his car. It’s a brand new black Land Rover Defender, with gleaming leather interior. You can’t help but wonder how the owner of a small bar could afford one of these. He drops Em off at her apartment and you make sure she gets inside safety. You sit back down into the passenger seat and he looks over at you.

“So, I was wondering… and you don’t have to, but I have a pretty decent selection of liquor back at my place. Did you want to join me for a drink?”

“Well, it goes against my better judgement, going home with a complete stranger. But, it also goes against my better judgement to get into a complete stranger’s car… so I guess my answer is yes.”

The house you pull up to is not what you expected. At all.

First of all, there’s a fucking gate. He had to pull up an app on his phone to open it.

Do shitty bar owners usually live in huge, gated houses?… His parent’s must be loaded or something

“You said you owned a bar right? How many?” You laugh in disbelief.

“Just the one.” He smirks.

Right…

He unlocks the door and walks over to a flashing console on the wall. He uses a keypad to punch in a code and the console flashes, then beeps.

“Security system.” He says, as if he can read your mind. “Kitchen is just through here.”

You walk from the giant hallway into an even bigger kitchen. There’s a huge granite island in the middle, big enough to seat your entire family. In the far corner, there’s an actual bar. Not a makeshift bar, a fully functioning one, with glittering counters and bottles as far as the eye can see.

What the fuck is this guy’s deal?

“Trying to figure out how I afford all this?”

There he goes, reading my damn mind again

“No, just wondering where that drink is you promised me.”

He chuckles, then makes his way over to the bar.

“What do you fancy?”

“Tequila?”

“Blanco or reposado?”

“Give me that old shit, the older the better.” You wink.

He pours the bottle into a crystal glass, handing it to you, then pours himself a glass and knocks it back in one.

“What, no ice in this big ass kitchen?”

“It’s best at room temperature, fucks with the flavour over ice.”

You sip from the glass, discovering almost immediately that he is, in fact, correct.

“Well shit, ok tequila snob.”

Before you can react, he’s in front of you, snaking his hand up to curve around your jaw. He tips it up, exposing your neck. His lips ghost over your jugular, pricking up every single hair on your body.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Y/N. Wonder if we should put it to better use.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he nips into the sensitive skin on your neck. You place your hands on his face and he lifts from your neck, looking you dead in the eye.

Fucking hell, his eye contact is so intense

You feel like you could melt into a puddle under his gaze. The way he’s drinking you in is addictive, you don’t want this feeling to end. Chasing the high he’s providing, you drop to your knees in front of him. He raises his eyebrow.

“I think we should.”

He pulls his lip between his teeth and nods, unbuckling his belt. You unbutton his pants and pull them down enough to reach into his boxers. He’s rock solid in your palm, and so fucking big, but you like a challenge. You spit into your hand and slide your fist along his base a few times, relishing in the tiny moans coming from his lips. You can tell he’s holding back, so you take him into your throat until he hits your tonsils.

“Fuck.” He groans through gritted teeth, balling his fist into your hair.

You bob back and forth, picking up speed. His grip gets tighter in your hair, so you pull back and roll your tongue over his head. He hisses and bucks his hips, sending his cock straight to the back of your throat. You stifle a gag, caught off guard by the movement, but it gives you a wicked idea. You remove your mouth from him and peer up through your lashes, giving him your best doe eyes. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you.

Bingo

“You wanna throat fuck me?”

He parts his lips, losing composure for just a second. “Tap on my leg twice if it gets too much.”

You flatten your tongue and he thrusts back into your mouth over and over until tears are rolling down your cheeks, but it’s so worth it to see the look on his face. He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears as they fall.

“You take me so fucking well.”

Your thighs clench together as you take him down your throat, only providing slight relief from the feral need you have for him. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties, the noises he’s making only spurring you on. He pulls you off him until only a string of saliva tethers the two of you, then reaches for your arms. Once you’re off your knees, he lifts you up onto the kitchen island and places his palm between your breasts, pushing you back down against the cool stone. He bunches the skirt of your dress up to your waist and hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down and throwing them behind him. He places two hands on your inner thighs, parting them, then finds a home between your legs. He begins licking up through your folds, devouring you completely. Your hands twist into his hair as his name falls from your lips over and over.

Fuck, and you thought Danny was good

His hands are all over you, snaking up underneath your dress and exploring your body, only adding to the complete ecstasy you find yourself in. You squirm under his touch, feeling your impending orgasm building rapidly.

“Don’t. Not yet.”

“Jake, I can’t. It feels too good.” You whine.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He barks, delivering a smack to your outer thigh.

You cry out, finding it almost impossible to hold yourself back. Your nails dig into his scalp, but this only spurs him on. He’s eating your pussy like it’s his last ever meal, consuming you with the greed of a starved man. It’s like his whole life’s purpose is to make you cum over and over until you’re a trembling mess beneath him, and you are. You can’t hold it back any longer as your release bolts through you like a surge of electricity.

But he doesn’t let up.

“I thought I told you not to cum.” He booms from between your legs, plunging two fingers inside you and mercilessly targeting your g-spot.

“Shit!” You scream, the overstimulation making you writhe and thrash.

“You wanted to cum, so fucking cum again. Now.”

Your legs violently shake as you enter a whole new realm of pleasure. It’s a brand new sensation you’ve never felt before, and you feel like you’re gripping onto the counter for dear life.

“Jake! Jake, stop! I-” You trail off as you feel the dam inside you quite literally break. The string of expletives and pornographic wails that fill the room ring in your ears, as you topple over into utter euphoria.

What the fuck

You feel like you’re suspended there for a lifetime, Jake’s head between your legs, his fingers inside you. When you finally drop back down to earth, you rise onto your elbows.

Everything is wet.

Jake’s face, his hair, the counter beneath you, the floor.

Your eyes widen in horror, but Jake’s face is the exact opposite. A shit-eating grin is plastered across his face as he straightens up to face you.

“How the-” you begin.

“Never done that before, have you angel?” He smirks.

Instead of responding, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards you. You take his face in your hands and run your tongue over his face, lapping at your release. He parts his lips, exhaling sharply. You use the opportunity to lick into his open mouth, which he gladly accepts, his tongue gliding against yours as you both fight for dominance. Then, he’s pushing you back, discarding his pants and climbing on top of you. You reach down between you and take him in your hand, lining him up with your entrance.

“Wait, I don’t have a condom.” He breathes, nipping against your ear.

“I don’t care, just fuck me. Please.”

He pushes into you, his lip tucking behind his teeth. He waits there, only half inside you, letting you adjust. You wrap your hands around his ass and pull him, feeling him slide in until he reaches the hilt. The stretch is insane, and you whimper as he begins to rock in and out.

“Fucking shit!” You cry, your nails raking into the flesh of his back.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He curses as he spreads your legs wider and picks up the pace.

You lick at his neck, kissing a trail up to his ear.

“Let me ride you.” You whisper.

He pulls out and you whip your dress over your head, then remove your bra. You unbutton the last of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and pushing him onto his back. Rising up onto your knees, you sink back down onto him, eliciting a hiss as his fingers dig into the meat of your hips. You lift yourself off him, dropping back down over and over as you use all of the stamina you have left to make him feel good. You squeeze around him as your hips move, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. His hands find your breasts, massaging them as your head falls back in pleasure. The new angle paired with his touch on your body has you there already, the pressure rising in your stomach.

“You’re a fuckin’ goddess, Y/N.”

You don’t even warn him this time, he surely knows as your walls begin to flutter around him. You cum for the second time as he fucks back up into you, meeting you with every snap of your hips.

“I’m gunna cum, where do you want it?” He pants.

“In my mouth.”

“Ohhhh fuck. Now.” He grunts as you lift from him and wrap your lips around his head. He paints the back of your throat with his release as you suck around him. You swallow, licking every last drop from him. You look up, opening your mouth to show him that it’s empty.

“You fuckin’ kill me.” He groans, pulling you into him and melting his mouth into yours.

You both sit there, catching your breath. He glances over to you and smirks.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just love a squirter.”

Your hands fly up to your face as you grimace, feeling embarrassed that he’d brought it up. He pulls your hands from your face and cups it with his own.

“Y/N, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah? It kinda was, wasn’t it? That whole… shit Jake, no one’s made me cum like that before.”

“Just say the word and I’ll do it again.”

“Again?”

“Well, not right now. Not sure you could handle that.” He laughs. “But definitely take my number, if you want to. I know I would like to do that again.”

You feel a blush creep up over your cheeks. “Ok.”

He smiles, hopping down from the counter. He extends his hand out to you and you look back at him, eyebrows knitting together. “It’s late, you should crash here.”

“No, Jake. I-”

“Ah ah. I insist. You can take the spare room, if you want. Or, you can stay in mine with me. Your choice.”

You nod and follow him through the house and to his room. He throws you a t-shirt to sleep in, then pulls on a clean pair of boxers and climbs into his bed. You stand there, not knowing whether to sleep with him or in the spare room.

“Like I said, up to you. But I have invited you to sleep in my bed with me.” He smirks, patting the empty space next to him.

Fuck it.

You climb in next to him, pulling the sheets up over you. You turn to face Jake and his arms wrap around your waist, dragging you into him.

“You’re really beautiful, y’know.”

“So are you.” You whisper, feeling yourself being drawn to him like a magnet.

He leans into you, your noses touching. His eyes flick from yours to your lips. “Wanna taste you again before I fall asleep.” He says, his mouth crashing to yours.

You kiss him back with fervour, your hands intertwining in his hair. His hands slide up your back as you tangle yourself in him. He pulls back and plants a soft kiss to your nose.

“Good night, Y/N.”

When you wake the space next to you is cold and empty. You stretch your arms over your head and take in your surroundings. You can hear the faint sound of music coming from down the hall, so you pull back the covers to investigate. Following the direction of the music, you find yourself in some kind of home office. Jake is sat down in a leather armchair, an acoustic guitar perched on his knees.

“Mornin’. Sleep well?”

“Yeah…” you respond, looking around the room. The space is filled with …memorabilia? That’s the only word you can think of to describe it. Framed vinyls litter the wall, magazine articles, a multitude of string instruments and amps. You try not to look too hard, not wanting to pry into his life.

“Good. I have a pot of coffee going downstairs, you want a cup?”

“Sure.” You smile.

He stands from his chair, putting his guitar back onto the stand. You follow him from the room, but something catches your eye just before you leave. It glistens on the desk, sitting proudly.

Is that a fucking GRAMMY?!

You feel your heart rise into your throat as you walk behind Jake. You wipe your now sweaty palms onto his borrowed t-shirt.

Who is this guy?!

You silently curse yourself for not paying much attention to the detail on the vinyls or articles hanging on the wall in his office. When you arrive in the kitchen, you pick your discarded dress up off the floor, along with your bag. You pull your phone from inside and spot a text.

10:02am

Danny: Morning gorgeous, we still on for coffee at 12?

Shit! It’s 10:43!!

“Jake, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot, I’m supposed to be meeting a… friend for coffee at 12.” You splutter.

“It’s cool, I actually forgot my brother Josh is supposed to be heading over today too.” He smiles, wiggling his phone which was also long forgotten in the events that transpired last night. “You want me to drive you home?”

“Oh no, you have plans. Plus, I’ve already sorted an Uber.”

He nods, then slides you his phone. “Put your number in.”

You take his phone and type your details in, then smirk as you hand it back. He chuckles as he spots your contact name.

Y/N 💦

You get yourself re-dressed into your clothes from yesterday and hand him back his t-shirt, then make your way out to meet your Uber driver. As you reach the door, Jake’s behind you. He places a kiss to your cheek.

“I hope I get to see you again soon.” He smiles softly.

“I’m sure you will.” You reply.

As your Uber begins to pull away, you spot a white Land Rover Defender driving in through Jake’s gate.

Hmmm, his car has a twin. That must be his brother, Josh.

After a quick shower, you get yourself dressed and leave to meet Danny. When you arrive, he’s sat in a booth at the very back. As you approach, he looks up from his phone and shoots you a warm smile, then stands and opens his arms out to you. You hug into him, his strong arms wrapping around you as he squeezes.

“Hey, beautiful.” He hums into your hair.

You slip into the booth and the waitress wanders over to take your order. You can’t help stealing glances at Danny whilst she notes your choice onto her pad. He looks so good today, wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt that emphasises his physique.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bit quieter than usual this week, a lot of band stuff going on.”

“It’s fine. You have stuff you gotta do.” You give him a genuine smile.

“I have missed you though… Sorry, is that too intense to say?” He grins sheepishly.

“Uh… no. I’ve um, actually missed you a bit too.”

“Hey, I’ve uh- got a party planned for tonight. I know it’s a bit late notice, but I’d really like you to come. If you want. You can bring Em, of course.”

“I’d love to! I’ll call Em, but I’m sure she’ll be down.”

You spend the next few hours chatting, your coffees growing cold. The conversation flows so effortlessly, like you’d known each other for a much longer period of time. You start to wonder if you actually could give yourself another chance at happiness, and if this is what you needed to finally see that not all men are fuck-ass dickheads.

You hug Danny goodbye, telling him you’ll see him later. You hop into your car and call Em, pressing the speakerphone button as you pull away.

“Hey baby girlllll, how was Jake?”

Shit, Jake. You’d forgotten all about him.

“Jake was… fucking out of this world in all honesty. But I’ve just finished up a coffee date with Danny and he’s invited us to a party tonight at 8. You in?”

“Obv, if there’s a party you know I’ll be there. So you’ve seen both of your men today then?”

“Em! They are not my men. I’ve known Jake for less than 24 hours, and Danny and I are just talking.”

“Yeah, mmhmm. I’ll be at yours for 6.”

When Em arrives at yours, you make light work of getting ready. Opting for something a bit more casual, you throw on a pair of high-waisted wide leg jeans with rips in the knees. You pair this with a white textured mesh top with a bralette underlay, and your Nike low Panda dunks. You lightly wave your hair, leaving it to cascade freely over your shoulders. Em orders an Uber and you stop off at the corner store, picking up a bottle of red to bring with you.

When the Uber pulls up to Danny’s place, you’re met with a similar scene to last night. A gated residence.

“Uh, Y/N. What is it you said Danny does?”

“He’s in a band… but I didn’t think it was overly successful. He’s not really given much information about it.” You frown.

You press the button on the receiver and are buzzed in, the gates sliding open for you both. You get to the door and Danny is already stood there, beaming from ear to ear. You hand him the bottle of wine and take turns giving him a hug.

“Hey, so glad you could make it!”

“Hey. Danny, your house…”

He ignores your comment and beckons you inside. There’s already a steady flow of people dotted inside, making conversation and drinking from red solo cups like it’s some sort of frat party.

“You two want a drink?” Danny asks, gesturing towards the kitchen.

You walk through his house and notice it’s a lot humbler than Jake’s. The kitchen is smaller and there’s no obnoxious bar lining an entire side. Danny grabs two cups and looks to you.

“We have beers, seltzers, wine, spirits, anything really.”

“I’ll have a seltzer, please.” You smile.

“Oooo, any white wine for me.” Em giggles.

Danny pours your drinks and you split off to mingle. You end up engaging with some of Danny’s friends and the time ticks on. Before you know it, it’s been two hours and you’re four cans of Topo Chico and a shot of whiskey in. Feeling significantly buzzed, you make your way out to Danny’s porch for a breather. Stepping out, the light breeze tickles over your face, providing a much needed dose of fresh air. You lean against the decking, taking in a deep breath. The sky is shining in beautiful shades of amber and violet as the sun sets. You take a few moments to drink in the stunning visuals, until your name is being screeched from the door.

“Y/N!!! Code red.”

You whip around to see Em sprinting towards you.

“Woah, what’s going on?”

“Uhhh… so Jake is here.”

“What! How?!” You yelp.

“I don’t know. He just turned up with a guy that looks scarily similar to him. I think they’re twins?”

So, that must be Josh…

“What do I do?”

“We can leave, if you want?”

“Yeah, I’d rather not have to explain this. I know we aren’t together, but I like Danny. I don’t want this to ruin any chance of progressing what we have.”

“I’ll go in and grab Danny’s attention, let him know you aren’t feeling well. Then you can slip out and I’ll follow behind.”

“You’re a life saver, Em.”

She heads back inside and you wait for a few moments before going in behind her. You walk through the kitchen and towards the door, noticing that Danny has his back to you speaking to Em. As you’re halfway across the living room, you lock eyes with Jake.

Fuck

You begin to panic, knowing that if you sprint out the door now, you’ll cause a scene. Instead, you start up the stairs, frantically searching for somewhere to hide yourself and think. You open the door to a bathroom and slip inside, shutting the door and walking over to the basin. You turn on the faucet and splash your wrists, feeling hot all of a sudden. As you’re stood there facing the mirror, there’s a knock at the door.

Here we fucking go

You take a deep breath and turn the handle, opening the door to find Jake stood there.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

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holdingup-fallingsky · 1 month

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Whatcha looking at, Daniel?

#none of us are immune to Jake’s absolute unit of a triple decker cake #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #danny wagner #jacob thomas kiszka #daniel robert wagner #jake gvf #danny gvf #janny gvf

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kultavalo · 4 months

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Summary: The keys to the bus were missing, the crew was nowhere to be found, and Jake and Danny had slept through their alarm.

Tags: Jake Kiszka/Danny Wagner, fluff, light angst, idiots in love, humor, established relationship.

#greta van fleet #gvf fic #gvf #janny #janny gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #danny wagner #danny gvf

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stardustbarbarians · 1 year

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I'll Just Wipe Off My Neck

Chapter 3 (ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 4)

A Jake Kiszka/Daniel Wagner & Samuel Kiszka/Daniel Wagner Fic

Summary: Nothing can come between brothers. Except when your older brother steals the person he knows you have feelings for.

Tags: pining, unrequited love (maybe), angst

Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of drowning

A/N: Sorry this took me months to update! But, I updated the cover! Title taken from Drop the Guillotine by Peach Pit. Also this chapter is dedicated to @dannythedog as she encouraged me to update this fic. As always, enjoy!

Words: 4.6 k

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After his talk with his siblings, he attempted to talk to Jake. However, it had seemed to become increasingly impossible. With each passing hour, Jake and Danny were becoming closer and closer. One place Jake went, Danny would follow and vice versa. It was one of the most infuriating yet painful things for Sam to watch. The pitying looks he kept receiving from Ronnie and Josh weren’t helping at all.

On top of it being practically a hopeless venture, the activities that occurred that day proved to be Sam’s bane. Right after breakfast, Sam’s mom sent her children to the grocery store to get fresh produce for that night’s dinner and Danny tagged along with them. Sam liked to think that it wasn’t intentional, but almost immediately Jake and Daniel split off by themselves to try and find the tomatoes and whatever else they needed while the other three were left to search for the other items.

Sam could hear Danny’s boisterous laugh from aisles over, cackling at whatever Jake was doing. Each time it happened, Sammy just looked over at where the sound came from forlornly, pining after the warm feeling that usually took residence in his chest when he made Danny laugh in such a way. It was replaced with a bitter yet empty remorse.

“Jake has the dullest sense of humor, how can he even be laughing that much?” Sam spat, his grip on the shopping basket so tight, he could actually feel the plastic buckling under his grasp.

Ronnie looked over from checking over the list she was given, scanning her little brother’s body language and feeling the heavy sympathy sinking within her like an anchor in the ocean. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Sammy.”

“I got it,” Josh said to his sister, “usually someone only laughs that much or that loudly when they’re attracted to them,” Josh explained insensitively. The look Sam shot his brother was enough to slaughter ten people.

“Oh, I had no fucking idea! Thank you so much, Joshua!” Sam hissed, trying his absolute hardest not to clock Josh with the basket in his hand. Seemingly guessing Sam’s intentions, Ronnie stepped between her brothers, arms out and facing the youngest.

“Ok, that’s enough. Sam, give me the basket and go wait in the car. I know that this whole thing with Jake is shitty, but you can’t take it out on Josh,” she delegated, holding her palm out so Sam could place the plastic grocery basket into her hand. He did so, the black plastic leaving a dust on his hand as well as angry red marks from how hard he was clutching it earlier.

Without any further words to his siblings, Sam followed his sister’s order and went to go sit in the car. Except, he was locked out. And Jake had the keys.

Angrily kicking the tire, Sam decided to just sit on the roof of the car and wait for everyone there. The metal was burning the skin of his legs that he had crossed in order to fit them comfortably on the car, but it was a far cry from the boiling rage festering under his skin. He truly loathed the way he was reacting to the whole situation, but he just couldn’t help it. He was just so fucking mad. Even though it felt justified, it was only a hollow victory.

All he wanted was for Daniel’s happiness. And even with his hunch that Jake didn’t actually like Danny and was just using him, the evidence disproved that. Sam hung his head, looking at his hands fidgeting in his lap. The only time he had felt this conflicted in his entire life was the moment he realized he was bisexual.

Strangely enough, he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean for about the thousandth time because Jake was able to pick the movie that night. As per usual, he thought Elizabeth was absolutely stunning; who didn’t find Kiera Knightly attractive? Also as was usual for a viewing of this film, Sam admired Will and his dedication to Elizabeth. It was only meant to be a passing joke to get maybe a few laughs from Ronnie or the twins, but it ended up shattering his entire world view.

“If he asked me to, I’d totally go gay for Will.” It was only meant as a joke.

“Y’know, if you say you’d go gay for someone, it typically means that you are gay,” Ronnie piped up while flipping the page of the magazine she was reading. She had said it so casually and unbothered just as if she would have talked about school work she needed to get done. Despite her tone, she had just completely shattered Sam’s world view with one sentence.

Sam had felt the ground shift beneath his feet as that sentence sank its claws into his conscious brain. He couldn’t see his own appearance, but if he had been told that he looked as though all the blood had been drained from his body, he would’ve believed it. His hands felt like TV static, his feet following soon after. He felt cold suddenly, his eyes unable to move from the spot they’d been in since Ronnie had spoken. He didn’t know how long he stayed like that.

“Sam? You ok?” Josh asked, shaking his little brother’s shoulder. That finally roused him from his trance. He looked over at Josh, seeing concern written all over his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Before anyone could stop him, Sam got up and shakily ran outside. He needed some air; he felt as if he was suffocating.

Am I gay??

The grass was cold underneath his bare feet, the September night air chilling his lungs as his long legs carried him deeper into the wilderness that surrounded his house.

I can’t be- I like girls…

He finally stopped when his arm caught a tree, leaning against it to catch his breath and to support his unstable legs. His hair was hanging down into his eyes, his panting breath visible in the chill of the night.

…right?

Turning over so that he gazed up into the sky, he contemplated why he felt so completely gutted; why he felt like Ronnie was able to see something in his soul that Sam couldn’t even see himself. He’d hoped that the stars would be able to calm him down, but it was cloudy. Regardless, he watched the clouds float across the sky, swirling and dancing into different shapes before his very eyes. He felt his breathing slow as he continued to gaze upon the swelling and dissipating shapes thousands of feet above him. His mind was still racing, but he at least no longer felt like he was going to faint.

Sam had no idea why he was freaking out so much. His parents weren’t the type to kick him out for being gay and his siblings wouldn’t think of him any different, but there was something eating away at the back of his mind that told him he should be worried. But… he didn’t even know if he was gay, so there’s no reason for him to be so worried… right?

“Jesus, there you are! We’ve been calling you for half an hour!” Jake reprimanded, approaching his brother while trying not to trip over any loose sticks that were covered by the vibrant autumn leaves burning with orange and yellow color. His footsteps crashed through the leaves, the loud crunching reminiscent of static.

“Sorry, I just-”

“You can’t just run off like that, you little bastard! We were all worried about you!” Before Sam could answer, Jake pulled him into a tight hug, his head being crushed underneath his big brother’s arms as they embraced. Out of all his family members, Sam expected to be missed the least by Jake. He didn’t know why, it was just what he thought.

“I’m fine! Goddamn; I won’t be for much longer if you keep suffocating me!” Sammy yelled, lightly smacking Jake on the arm. He was finally released, dramatically gasping for air as he pulled away. Jake gave him a look that told him to stop being such a drama queen, but there was a smile threatening to break out on his lips.

“What got you so spooked that you felt the need to run away and live a life of solitude in the woods?” Jake crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against a tree near Sam.

Sam froze up, not wanting to answer that question. How do you casually tell someone that you’re questioning your sexuality?? “Oh. Well-”

“Was it what Ronnie said?”

Once again, Sam froze.

Noticing his brother’s defensive posture, Jake sighed. “I told her not to say anything to you and let you figure it out yourself.”

That caught Sam’s attention. It made about a thousand warning bells go off in his head.

“You… You what?”

Jake’s gaze darted away from Sam’s when he tried to make eye contact. He knew that what he had just admitted was a huge bombshell and implied a lot more than Jake even understood.

“You guys knew?! You-”

Suddenly, Sam was both flabbergasted and angry at his family. He found himself looking at the clouds once again, measuring out his breaths so that he wouldn’t explode on his older brother and say something he regretted. It took a moment, he eventually got to a spot that was calm enough. Jake waited Sammy out; he had no other choice.

“Do mom and dad know?” the youngest eventually asked, refusing to take his eyes off the clouds swelling above him.

Jake made a noise that could’ve been the start to a word, but it sounded as if it got tangled inside his vocal cords. Trying again after clearing his throat and taking a breath, he answered. “Yes. They know.”

It was only three words. They shouldn’t have made tears come to his eyes. Despite all the logic in his brain telling him that crying was irrational, his emotions stubbornly refused to pay attention. He felt ridiculous as the hot tears rolled down his cold cheeks.

“Sam, you know nobody gives a shit, right?”

That was what finally snapped Sam’s restraint. He whipped his head around, his hair nearly whipping his own face as he faced his brother. He felt a rage on his blood that was unfettered, his hands readying for violence as they balled into fists. He clenched his jaw so hard, he was afraid of shattering his teeth.

“Yeah? Well, guess what, asshole?! I DO! I fucking care that you guys have been discussing my sexuality behind my fucking back! Am I nobody now??”

The older brother went to open his mouth thinking that Sam had finished, but he didn’t get to even take a breath before Sam cut him off.

“Do you understand how invasive that is?? Or did you not even care? No, I bet you all played a little game over it. Did you bet money?? Who won? Veronica? Is that why she ‘pushed’ me along?? So she could win the prize?!”

“Samuel!” Jake cried, reminding Sam of how Josh would sound when screaming. “Just calm down, alright? We didn’t bet on your sexuality.”

Jake was holding out his arms in a placiting manner. It was as if he was trying to calm a startled horse; acting calmly but afraid of being violently struck if something went wrong. He tried walking closer to Sam, but he approached very slowly.

“Ok, I’ll admit that we did talk about you behind your back, but it was for a good reason.” Sam felt the disgust and self-preservation surging in his veins as he watched Jake get closer, but he didn’t move.

“Are you gonna start talking?” Sam impatiently snapped after Jake remained quiet for a moment.

“We talked about you because we were trying to discuss how to be supportive of you when you do come out,” he finally explained, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

Immediately, that struck Sammy in the heart. He’d gotten mad over them talking about his sexuality when it was for a wholesome reason. Suddenly, he felt awful. Tears pricked his eyes once again and he looked away from his brother.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hiding his face in his hair. He felt ashamed. How could he think so horribly of his family like that?

“Sam, it’s ok. You don’t-”

“No, you don’t understand! I thought the worst of you guys when all you did was be supportive,” Sam cried into the darkened forest around him. The only response he got was that of the trees shivering from the cold September wind.

It was clear Jake didn’t know how to handle seeing his baby brother cry, so he just stood there awkwardly. He eventually put a hand on Sam’s shoulder as a way of comforting him.

“You’re right; I don’t understand. But I don’t have to understand. My job is just to support you and be there for you,” Jake reassured, the hand on Sam’s shoulder sliding across his back so that he was able to hug Sam.

Knowing neither of them had any appearances to uphold, Sam leaned into his older brother and just let his tears fall. They both stood that way for a moment, the night air causing goosebumps to form on both of their skin. It was Jake who broke the silence.

“We’ll catch a cold out here, let’s go inside.”

Sam tensed up. He didn’t want to face the rest family yet. He himself wasn’t 100% sure that he wasn’t straight. He wasn’t aware that he was actively shaking and he couldn’t blame the temperature.

“You don’t have to see everyone just yet; I’ll handle them,” Jake offered, pulling his brother just that bit closer to him to reassure him.

“But-”

“I won’t mention anything about why you ran. You have my word,” he promised, making sure to look Sam in the eyes.

Sam was reluctant. He knew that Jake was telling the truth, but there also was a part of him that didn’t know who he could trust anymore. He looked deep into his older brother’s eyes, gaging how genuine he was being. Finally, he decided to put his faith in Jake. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go through this by himself after all.

Jake had kept his word. He guided Sam back into their house and dealt with their family as the youngest curled up under his covers in an attempt to rid himself of that dangerous chill that had seeped deep within his body from being outside improperly dressed for the weather. The younger twin managed to deflect all questions about why Sam had run and the subject wasn’t brought up again. Sammy didn’t officially come out to anyone in his family until he told Ronnie a few months later.

Where did that Jake go?

“Hey, princess! Are you deaf?!”

Sam was jolted out of his own thoughts as Jake banged on the hood of the car. There was an amused smile faintly pulling at his mouth when Sam nearly jumped out of his skin and almost fell off the roof of the car.

“What, Jacob?” Sam snapped, annoyance in his veins at the sight of Jake’s smirk. He could feel his hands involuntarily clench into fists; there was also a death glare aimed right at Jake but he didn’t know that.

“Unless you wanna be strapped to the hood like a deer, get the fuck off the car so we can leave.” He looked at Daniel to see his reaction, a smile on Jake’s face at the expense of Sam. To his dismay, Danny was giggling along with Jake.

The anger simmering in his blood intensified tenfold. Underneath it all was a feeling of betrayal.

Without saying a word, Sam climbed off the car and slid into the back. He stayed silent the entire car ride. No one acknowledged him.

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The water of the lake glimmered like glitter as the waves caught the blistering sunlight in their undulating waves. They weren’t big enough to have any white caps by any means, but the waves were just enough to rock you and make you feel the need to hold onto anything you could inside the boat. The boat cut through those sparkling mounds like a sharp knife through paper; gliding right across the surface and leaving a white trail behind it like it was leaving bread crumbs in the forest in case it would get lost. The wind was a welcome feeling as it hit Sam’s Sunkissed skin, the watercraft moving too fast for the sluggish heat to touch him. Even though he knew it would be nothing but a fight for him later, he left his hair down and allowed it to get tangled into all kinds of snarls and knots. He faced the bow of the ship, watching as trees and land would approach as they reach a bend in the lake. He wasn’t driving, his mother was. She was watching the water as well as her husband for any direction he might give her.

Danny was attached to the back of the speedboat, grinning widely. He was enjoying himself but he was also gripping onto the handles of the inner tube with a white knuckle grip. Jake was watching with a smile on his face, waving at him and encouraging Daniel to let go of the handles. He had already had his turn on the tube, a towel wrapped around his shoulders and his long hair haphazardly twisted up in a bun.

Danny just kept laughing at Jake’s attempts, shaking his head. The smile never left his face and he was laughing for his entire ride. After about five minutes he signaled Mr. Kiszka to cut the engine so he could get back aboard the boat.

“Alright Sam, do you wanna go next?” Ronnie asked him. There was something she was trying to tell him something with her eyes, but he couldn’t tell what.

“Uhh,” he stalled, still scanning her eyes for her subliminal message, “sure,” he eventually answered.

It was the one she was looking for, apparently. Her eyes glimmered and her smile grew. “Get on, then. What are you waiting for?”

Sam, more than a little confused, climbed into the innertube while Josh held onto the rope to keep the tube from slipping out from under him. Once he was secure, Sam signaled for Josh to shove him off away from the boat and its propeller.

“Danny, why don’t you watch Sam for us?” Ronnie asked. Sam saw Josh look at his sister over her shoulder, a smile on his lips. They had something planned and Sam was suddenly very afraid of being on the water. Danny nodded, his blinding smile gracing his lips and making Sam’s heart stutter momentarily.

“You hear that, Sam? Your life is in my hands!” Daniel yelled across the water, cupping one hand close to his mouth so his voice would project.

“No safer place for it!” Sam called back. He didn’t even realize he had a dopey look to his face, but Josh and Ronnie noticed it.

“Are you good to start?”

Sam sent his best friend a thumbs up. A spike of fear lanced through his chest as he realized that Daniel turned to Ronnie who then told their mother to start. That meant that Ronnie was essentially controlling his mother’s every move. The engine kicked up, the propellers beginning to spin once again. Sammy would never forget the devious look in his sister’s eyes as she waved at him.

He had the right to be nervous. As the ride continued, Sam realized that Josh would periodically distract their father at the same time that Danny would look away to talk to either Jake or Ronnie. He wouldn’t know why until he realized the speed increased all on its own accord. He looked up just in time to see his sister lower her hand from making their signal to speed up at their mother. It was getting harder to hold onto the raft, the waves rocking Sam a considerable amount. He made the signal to slow down, but the only person who saw him was Ronnie. Daniel and Jake were engaged in their own conversation the same as Josh and their dad. The youngest was really starting to get nervous as they approached the bend in the lake, his grip tightening even further as the watercraft began to turn.

It all happened so fast.

Sam slammed into the side of a particularly large wave, sending the tube flying into the air. In a panic, Sam made the vital mistake of letting go of the handles and was launched into the air. He only had a brief second to gasp before he was violently plunged into the rocky waters of the lake. He was disoriented while submerged, unable to find where the surface was. That only made his panic spike as he struggled to emerge his head from the water to breathe. He somehow managed to surface, taking in a huge gasp and removing his hair from his face and eyes. He saw the boat stopped a few yards ahead of him as he tread water, looking around for the innertube that would pull him to the boat. He was able to find it to the left of him, grabbing onto it as he coughed.

Daniel jumped up, pulling the slack rope in and by proxy his best friend. He wore a face of pure concern that Sam noticed as he approached. His hand was warm as Daniel heaved him into the boat, his arms wrapping around Sam and pulling him into a tight hug. Sam wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and he returned the hug. Maybe he closed his eyes and let himself divulge in the intimacy of the moment, but you can’t fault him for that. Daniel was warm and welcoming; and hell, they were both shirtless so Sam also got to enjoy knowing what Daniel’s bare chest felt like against his own.

“Sammy, I’m so sorry,” Danny rushed, his arms tightening around Sam as he buried his face into the crook of Sam’s neck. “I should’ve been watching.”

Sam’s own arms pulled Daniel in closer, his heart clenching at the wavering voice of his best friend. Despite wanting to tell Danny that yes, he should’ve been watching Sam instead of flirting with his older brother, he bit his tongue. It was a conversation to have after all the high emotions of the moment subsided.

“Sam, are you alright?” Sam heard his father ask. He went to look at his dad and let go of Danny, but the man wouldn’t let go of him.

“I’m alright, I wasn’t under that long. I’m just shaken up, is all,” he answered. He didn’t think it was possible, but he felt Danny’s arms get even tighter around him.

“You were under for nearly half a minute,” Daniel informed him, whispering it into his ear.

At the information, Sam felt his blood turn cold. It hadn’t felt like that long, but in retrospect, maybe it was. He was going to kill Josh and Ronnie for this. They endangered his life all for a stupid fucking-

“Daniel, you take care of him. Let’s go back to shore,” Josh posited, his hand landing on Sam’s shoulder as a way of comfort.

Oh, that’s why they did it

Danny nodded his head, finally detaching from Sam. He felt cold when his best friend let go. Daniel led Sam over to the spot where he was sitting, urging him to sit down and even wrapped his own towel around Sam’s shoulders. He pulled Sam into him, tucking Sam’s head beneath his chin. He kept rubbing his hands up and down Sammy’s arms, occasionally squeezing his arms around his best friend. Sam didn’t do anything, just breathed as Daniel held him.

In fact, no one spoke as Mrs. Kiszka drove the boat to the shore.

Sam would open his eyes every once and a while to check his surroundings, his eyes always landing on Jake. He wasn’t looking at Sam and Danny, instead out at the water behind them. The way his jaw was set tipped Sam off that he was annoyed; more than annoyed. Reveling in the vindication of seeing Jake so sour, Sam smiled and snuggled into Danny a little more. He was so warm and solid. To Sam, he was the very embodiment of summer.

Daniel never left Sam’s side for the rest of the day. Everywhere he turned, his best friend was always within sight. He’d never felt more content in his whole life, his heart feeling ready to burst each time he took in the sight of Daniel’s smile. His mind supplied him with the thought that this is what it would be like if he was dating Daniel. Suddenly, there was a consistent thrumming of pain in his chest each time he shared a look with his roommate.

Jake had tried to get Danny away from Sam on multiple occasions, but it never worked. Daniel was attached to Sam’s hip. Sam guessed he had Josh and Ronnie to thank for that and they both knew. Each time they passed the two best friends, they each gave Sam this look that made him want to shiver. And while he was thoroughly enjoying all this attention from Danny, he still needed to talk to Jake.

While they were out in the hammock, laying side-by-side as they gently swayed back and forth on the temperate summer breeze, that’s when Sam talked to Daniel. “Hey, Daniel.”

Danny lazily hummed in response, shifting his head up to gaze at Sam with an easy smile on his lips. Sammy’s heart thundered in his chest as he lost the ability to breathe momentarily.

“I-I really appreciate you hanging around me and all, but if you don’t mind I gotta talk to Jake about something,” Sam hesitantly hinted, tripping up his words as his brain was filled with thoughts of Daniel and how soft his lips would be if he kissed them.

Sammy felt awful as he watched Danny’s smile falter. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s really important,” Sam rushed, a hand coming up to Danny’s curls and petting them absently.

“No, it’s alright. I understand,” Danny reassured, sending Sam a smile as he sat up in the hammock, “I'll go get him for you.”

“Tell him to meet me on the dock please,” Sammy requested, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around Daniel and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek.

Daniel nodded, the hammock shifting as his weight was removed. Sam, watching his best friend enter the house, sighed both out of weariness and contentedness. Shaking his head, he climbed out of the hammock and made the trip down to the dock, captivated by the burning vibrance of the sunset on the water. Mentally, he was preparing to relinquish Daniel over to Jake. he was severing all the ties he could so that it wouldn’t hurt quite so much when he would tell Jake that Daniel was all his and that Sam wouldn’t make any moves.

As he dipped his toes into the water, he waited for his older brother to show. Tears painfully burned his eyes as he prepared his speech. On the breeze, he whispered his goodbye to his best friend, his chest aching Sam he spoke his name. And that was how Jake found him, ready to break some hearts.

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sacredthefran · 10 months

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I want to suck their dicks so hard so that their chests cave in like a capri sun.

#that’s all folks #sorry #actually I’m not sorry #Janny does this to me #holy fuck #jake kiszka #danny wagner #jake gvf #danny gvf

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 3 months

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Okay I had this thought yesterday and couldn’t get it out of my head

Janny nonsense below the cut

It had happened. After months of pining Jake and Danny had finally confessed to each other and sealed their love with a beautifully passionate night.

Jake had snuck out of Danny’s room early in the morning, hopefully before the others even woke up, but he didn’t like the feeling of sneaking around. So even after just recently overcoming their fears of rejection- what should have been smooth waters now- they were already faced with another hurdle. What were they going to tell Josh and Sam?

“I could just tell Sam and you could tell Josh?” Danny suggested, tickling his fingers under the cut up hem of Jake’s shirt. Danny had been the one tiptoeing through the hallway to slip into Jake’s room undetected this time. Though his intentions for the visit were more along the lines of less talking- more fucking- Jake insisted they figure this out first.

Dannys fingers brushing against the ticklish skin of his lower stomach were not making it easy for Jake to think, but then it came to him just as quickly as the giggle he couldn’t hold in. “Okay hear me out,” Jake instructed as he grabbed Danny’s hand, “what if we don’t tell them?”

“I thought the whole point of this conversation was because you didn’t want to sneak around?” Danny replied, more or less unconcerned with what the outcome was. Of course he cared what Jake wanted, but personally whatever Jake decided he was okay with.

“Yes precisely, but what if we don’t sneak around either?”

Now Jake had Danny’s attention piqued. So he sat up from where he was previously leaning against Jake’s shoulder in bed. “Alright, I’m listening”.

“We just go about our relationship” he swallowed at those words, relationship sounding really good in this context, “and we see how long it takes them to catch on”.

Danny paused to think it over for a moment, though he was already game from the beginning. “Want to bet on who you think will say something first?”

The corners of Jake’s mouth turned up into a big Cheshire Cat grin as he wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders and rolled over on top of him. This is why he loved Danny.

The next day they were back on the road. Jake boarded the bus last, looking around to see Josh sitting at the small table drinking a cup of coffee and Sam sitting on one of the couches across from Danny as they carried on a light conversation.

Jake dropped his stuff off in the back near his bunk then moved to join the others. There were a few options for him to sit. At the table with Josh, on either end of the couch Sam or Danny were sitting on, but he sat down right next to Danny. Like so close their thighs were touching.

Sam was rambling on, hardly stopping when Jake sat down, though his eyes did flick downwards when Danny settled in next to Jake like it was nothing.

Midway through his conversation Danny decided to take it one step further and leaned back, bringing his arm around the back of the couch where Jake was, and letting his hand rest on his opposite shoulder. Sam’s eyes flicked again and one of his brows twitched, but he didn’t ask what was going on since Danny was still acting so casual.

Jake on the other hand was pretty quiet, though he didn’t look uncomfortable, so Sam just let it go.

The next time was during sound check on the b-stage. Jake was sitting on his stool tweaking the tune on his acoustic while Sam and Josh were going over a few notes on their Unchained Melody duo.

Suddenly Danny came up from behind Jake and wrapped his fingers around his own, helping twist the peg until they successfully got the pitch just right.

“Thanks” Jake whispered to him with a bashful smile.

“No problem” Danny replied, sharing in the same smile. Then he looked up past Jake’s shoulder to see Josh turned around watching them curiously.

“What?” Danny questioned light heartedly.

“Oh nothing,” Josh replied, turning back around to grab his mic off the piano, “we going to do this or what?”

Then there was dinner. Sound check ran a little late, so they had food delivered to the venue.

“I should have ordered some fries too. I'm more hungry than I thought I was” Jake said after finishing his sandwich and not feeling satisfied.

“Here, have some of mine” Danny turned towards Jake, because of course they were sitting together again, and offered him one of his. Jake could have easily taken the fry, but instead he just opened his mouth and let Danny feed it to him with a chuckle.

“I want ketchup on the next one” Jake requested, letting Danny turn around to dip another fry in his pile of ketchup and feed him again.

“Oops” Danny saw a little red smear on the corner of Jake’s mouth and used his thumb to quickly wipe it off.

Out of the corner of his eye Jake saw Josh and Sam watching them, then they shared a look and shrugged before continuing to eat on their own.

Fuck, this was going to be harder than he thought it was.

After a few days of the same antics Jake was starting to get a little worried that neither Josh or Sam had said anything to either of them. He thought they were being blatantly obvious, though apparently not. It was starting to piss him off a little bit now.

“Ok, I think we should just take it up a notch. Like a lot of notches actually” Jake suggested.

“What did you have in mind?” Danny didn’t care either way, he was enjoying being able to flirt with Jake out in the open even if Jake had taken it on like a challenge. That’s what he adored about Jake anyway.

“I don’t know, I’ll come up with something”.

Back on the bus again it was the same scenario, only Sam was sitting at the table with a keyboard and Josh was sitting across from Danny on his phone.

“Hey Danny” Jake spoke up, getting everyone’s attention as he walked over and sat right in his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck to hold himself in place. “Want to go get some lunch alone?”

Danny’s eyes shifted from Josh to Sam who had both watched the scene be set in front of them, but then quietly went back to what they were doing like this was just normal Jake behavior.

Jake’s cheeks flushed, either from embarrassment for boldly sitting in Danny’s lap like this, or from frustration that his plan still didn’t work.

“Oh, umm sure, as long as the others are okay with not going?”

“I’m fine” Sam sounded off, not even looking up from his keys.

“Yeah, you guys go ahead” Josh said next, also not looking up from his phone. In fact he leaned back and crossed his legs to get more comfortable.

“On second thought, we could just stay here” Jake huffed, scooting closer to Danny in his lap so that they were practically face to face.

“Whatever you want Jake” Danny let his hands come to rest on his hips. He knew this was supposed to be a set up, but he couldn’t help but still have a little physical reaction in his jeans. He leaned in and whispered into Jake’s ear, “keep wiggling and we really will have to get out of here”.

Jake’s face flushed again as he twitched and felt the chub bump against his thigh.

It hadn’t been his intention to actually get Danny riled up, but he had to admit now that he was in this position he was feeling a little pressure building as well. They only had a couple of hours before they had to get moving again, but he wondered if they could actually find anywhere to go for a quickie.

“You guys gonna just start making out on the couch now or what?” Josh sighed, finally setting his phone down to look at them.

“What?” Jake turned to him in shock.

“Let’s get this straight, we know you guys are together. Don’t we Sam”.

Sam looked up now too, “yep, few weeks now”.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything?” Jake grunted, letting Danny go and moving to just sit next to him.

“We noticed you two acting funny. Sam asked me if I knew what was going on. I told him I had a suspicion but to keep quiet about it and see how long you guys would keep it up”.

“Wait, so you guys knew all along and chose not to say anything?” Danny questioned now, looking to Sam who just shrugged and nod his head. There’s no way they knew about the bet, but he couldn’t help but find it a little but funny how their reaction to keep quiet was the exact opposite reaction they were shooting for. Either way, the goal was accomplished, they knew and they weren’t mad about it.

“Well, if you know then does that mean we can make out on the couch now” Danny grinned and reached over to pull Jake back into his lap.

“Eww! Please no!” Sam groaned but Danny didn’t pay him any attention this time as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and planted a kiss right on his lips.

#IM NOT CRYING OKAY #Jake Kiszka #Danny Wagner #Janny gvf #Greta van fleet

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