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2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #3: Daniel (Wing Pit) - Distracting Kiss

Number 3 for the summer kiss prompt event is for Daniel, and was requested by @lostfleurs. I fully expect this to get about four notes total since this character isn't even technically a character ... but I love him and his Golden Retriever energy, and apparently so do a couple other people because I got multiple requests for Daniel for this event!

This takes place in the same universe as First and 10, Daniel + beer and Daniel + vacation - and it's set after all three of those.

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1780

Rating: No real rating, but it gets suggestive toward the end + mentions food and alcohol.

“Are you going to be shoveling down chicken wings every single time I see you?” You lowered yourself onto the barstool next to him, hanging your bag from the hook beneath the bar. “I think you’re single-handedly keeping the wing industry in business.”

He laughed around a mouthful of food, turning his head toward you. Despite your teasing, you didn’t even try to hold back a smile at the sight of him. Daniel was dressed much differently than he had been at the party, the man wearing a dark pair of jeans and a button down with the top few undone, a V of his chest visible, both sleeves rolled back to just beneath his elbows. .

“You’re staring pretty hard for someone that’s busy giving me shit about eating dinner.” He raised a brow, tongue darting out to clean sauce from his lower lip. “Especially since you told me twice that it was fine to order before you got here since we’re just having a drink.”

“You’ve got me there.” Flattening your hands on the bartop, you wrinkled your nose. “It’s good to see you again, Daniel.” Grabbing for a napkin, he swiped at his face before he replied, leaning in to speak to you.

“Work’s been kicking your ass this week?” Tilting his head to the side, he paused, a wing in one hand. “I mean, that’s what you said in that text when you canceled dinner with me the other night, and then when I called to see if you wanted to reschedule. But you’re here now, so it’s gotta be the truth or -” He thinks I was blowing him off?

“Remember how I told you that Tuesday was my only late day?” He nodded, his expression serious. “Tuesday was the only day I got out at a decent hour this week, and even then, I left at almost 7.” He winced, briefly looking away from you and holding up two fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “What are you -”

“This woman,” he began, looking between you and the blonde man behind the bar before reaching out and touching your arm. “Has had the week from hell. She needs a strong drink as soon as possible.” You laughed at his words - and at the seriousness of his expression. I definitely needed this. “Put it on my tab.”

Mouthing the words ‘thank you’ at him, you ordered your drink - and a basket of fries - and then rubbed your fingers at the space between your eyes. “I really didn’t want to cancel on you.”

“I know.” When you looked back over, he was eyeing you while working on another wing - the man putting the whole thing into his mouth and then pulling it back through his teeth, cleaning the bone in one bite. Jesus. He didn’t do that at the party, he - “You’re staring again.” Daniel’s grin grew after he swallowed, dropping the bone into a smaller basket and moving that hand to drum his fingers on the bartop. “You’re gonna give a guy a complex.”

“Stop.” Lowering your head to shake it slowly, you took a long breath. “You’re distracting me and it’s working, but you’ve gotta understand something.” Reaching over, you swiped a finger through some of the extra sauce pooled at the bottom of the basket of wings and then sucked it clean. That’s fantastic. “First, I’m only staring because I’m spacing out. My mind’s still on spreadsheets and email chains and all the bullshit that got piled on me this week.” He nodded solemnly, reaching for his beer and taking a sip. “Second, I have been counting down to this drink since I woke up this morning, so forgive me for being distracted. Third -”

“Bullshit.” He leaned in, eyes locked with yours. “I’m calling bullshit on that being the only reason you’re staring.” Your mouth dropped open, eyebrows rising - but before you could say anything, the bartender slid your drink toward you. Your hand moved toward the frosty glass on autopilot, and before you knew it, you’d drained half of it in one go, the icy liquid a welcome chill as you swallowed. “You didn’t deny it.”

Daniel’s voice cut in, your attention going back to where he sat, still watching you. “Fine.” You took another drink, that one smaller. “It’s not the only reason.” He waited patiently, eyeing you. “You were so charming the other night, you know that? And now here you are being insufferable about -”

“You think this is me being insufferable?” He leaned closer, reaching out to settle his hand atop yours where it laid on the bar. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait until we’re actually on a date and I catch you staring at me.” He squeezed your hand. “I’ll never let you hear the end of it.”

A laugh spilled from your lips at that, your eyes closing. “How are you single, Daniel?” Still smiling, you twisted your wrist beneath his hand so that you could drag the tip of one finger over his palm. At the feeling of that, he curled his fingers loosely around your wrist, the pressure making you inhale. “I mean, you’re so … humble. Modest. You’re definitely one of the -”

You felt him before you opened your eyes, your words trailing off at the touch. The fingers of his right hand slid along your jaw, while the pad of his thumb grazed your lip. “Mmmhmm. That’s me.” He hummed out the reply in the moments before he kissed you, the press of his lips gentle against yours. Oh, shit. I’m in trouble.

He didn’t linger, pulling away after only a few seconds. But he also didn’t let you go, halting his movement and staying close enough that despite the dim lighting of the bar, you could see the twitch of his lips as he fought back a smile.

“Daniel.” Sighing, you drew your lip back and between your teeth, frowning. Relax. The man cocked his head to the side, giving you a chance to continue, though you saw a flash of concern in his eyes while he waited for you to continue. “You taste like barbecue sauce.”

That was all it took, both of you settling back in your seats as you laughed, the stress of the week melting away with each exhale. “That usually happens when you’re eating wings, hmm?” He returned to his meal and your laughter tapered off when the fries were set in front of you, another nod of thanks to the bartender before he turned away. “No, but seriously, I usually…” He swore, setting both elbows on the bar and dragging his fingers through his hair. “I only get this way when I get nervous.”

“Nervous?” That got your attention, the fry dropping from your fingers and back into the basket. “Why are you nervous? We’ve already gotten the awkward part out of the way, so tonight should have been … easy.”

“There were a ton of other people at that party.” He bit into a celery stick coated in bleu cheese, frowning as he eyed the TV behind the bar. “And in the driveway, I was just kind of … riding on that, you know?” He turned his head, the frown still on his face. “Tonight it’s just us. And we’re both here because we want to be, but what if … what if something goes wrong?” He shrugged, features smoothing. “I don’t want it to, so I’m a little … on edge.”

It was the most candid anyone had ever been on a first date with you.

Even though that night wasn’t the date you’d planned, in your mind it counted - and it counted for a lot. “There’s no reason for you to be on edge.” You moved closer, balancing on the edge of your seat and letting your knee knock against his. “I really appreciate you for asking me to do this.” Gesturing to the bar around you, you took a few seconds before you met his gaze again. “I know you probably don’t think that this is a big deal, but …”

“But?” He was watching you intently, his expression almost hopeful.Yeah, me too.

“But not a lot of guys would have been as willing to meet me like this after I blew ‘em off twice in the same week. So you suggesting it was …” You shrugged. “Nice.”

He laughed again, the man’s shoulders sagging in relief. “You sounded really stressed when we talked. It didn’t seem fake. I’m not gonna hold having work pile up against you.” He sipped his drink again, but then said your name, turning his body on the stool to face you. “I’m just glad you wanted to hang out here tonight even if it’s only for a little while.”

You had two choices: agree, and let the night progress how it was meant to - the two of you finishing your drinks and food and then debating over whether or not to order another until one of you caved … or take initiative the way he already had by being so honest, and see what happened if you did the same. All he can do is say no.

“A little while?” Leaning closer, you settled your hand on his knee, never breaking eye contact. “Daniel, I just worked a 60 hour week and finally get a day off tomorrow. I’ll hang out with you for as long as you want tonight… and it doesn’t even have to be here, as long as that’s what you want too.”

It took him a few seconds to process your words, but when he did - the message in them loud and clear - his smile grew.

And then it changed as he closed the distance between you, head angled to one side. You met him halfway, the man’s lips parted as he kissed you again, the edges of his teeth catching against your lower one and pulling a quiet sigh from you that you knew he’d felt.

“Hell yeah, that’s what I want,” he whispered, punctuating the words with another press of his lips. “But…” He backed away, his expression serious again. “Can we finish our food before we decide anything?” He glanced down at the half-eaten basket and then back at you, the smirk back on his lips. “These are really good, and -”

You laughed first, rolling your eyes and reaching for a fry before leaning over and swiping it through the sauce and popping it in your mouth. “That’s probably a good idea.” Arching a brow as you chewed, you winked at him. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need all the carbs I can get when it comes to you.”

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2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #11: Daniel Harper (Wing Pit) - A Kiss After Pain

.... Back to charming Daniel and something that I specifically mentioned in First and 10, and follows this prompt request! This is also for @panda-pascal and I will be honest and say that I'm gonna take any and every opportunity to write about this man.

Thank you for the request. Thank you for thinking of Daniel.

(PS: See the end of the story for a little surprise)

No rating/warnings - this one is pure fluff.

Word Count: 1,543

A week after meeting Daniel at the bar - and then going back to your place with him - you were meeting him for an actual date.

You’d planned it throughout the week - text messages traded back and forth with the man while both of you were at work kept things interesting, and the days from seeming too long and tedious. It was nice to have someone like him to talk to, and even though you were still getting to know each other, it was going well. More than well, but …

He’d spent the night, waking up before you Saturday morning and putting on coffee before you’d even cracked open your eyes. You expected him to make an excuse to leave as soon as he could, but instead, Daniel had settled in - not overstaying his welcome, but proving that he hadn’t just wanted a physical interaction with you.

When he left that afternoon, you’d felt lighter, getting all of your errands done with a smile on your face and a bounce in your step, as cliche as it was.

And when he’d messaged you later that night, a short paragraph instead of a couple words, you’d dropped down onto the edge of your bed, phone cradled in your hands as you read - and then reread the text.

I know you’re supposed to wait a couple days, but I couldn’t. I had a really good time last night and today. I’d like to see you again - especially since I still owe you a real dinner. Sometime this week? Or if work’s crazy again, maybe next weekend? Let me know.

Your response was shorter and more to the point, and you hoped that he didn’t mistake it for being uninterested - I did too. We can plan something for next weekend, if you want.

He replied minutes later, the words punctuated with a winking emoji.

Yes, please. … and don’t worry, we’ll plan for no chicken.

That set the tone for the following seven days, and by the time you set out for his house Friday night, you were almost giddy. You’d been out on a number of first dates, but it was rare that you clicked with anyone the way you immediately had with Daniel. And even rarer that we’re doing this all backwards with having him in my bed before a real date.

But that was fine with you, and even if you and Daniel decided to take things slower moving forward, that would be OK, too. Sort of. Smiling to yourself, you turned down Daniel’s street and then slowed down, eyeing the house numbers before you found his.

The house was small but inviting - and even in the middle of winter, it looked cozy on the outside. You figured that under the summer sun, it would be even more so, and briefly, you hoped that you’d get to see it then, too.

Heading for the door, you took a deep breath as you raised one hand to ring the bell - but the door opened before you could, Daniel’s grin wide. “Hey! Figured I’d catch you before you made any noise and made the big guy go nuts.” He glanced behind him briefly and then opened the door all the way, inviting you in. “He’s a little distracted with dinner right now, so…”

You entered the house, glancing around as you thanked Daniel. “What did you say his name was again? You mentioned it, but -”

“Raider.” He swiped a hand over the back of his neck, rolling his eyes. “I know how lame it is, but when he was little he was terrible about digging through everything and making a mess.” He paused, lowering his hand. “It’s a good thing he’s so damn cute.” Unzipping your coat, you hung it over the back of one of his chairs and then turned to him, shrugging.

“It’s very on brand for what I know about you, Daniel. And I’ll be honest, I’ve been looking forward to meeting him ever since I saw the picture on your lock screen.” Daniel laughed quietly, the sound trailing off when you both heard the telltale click click click of nails on the kitchen floor, the sound getting louder by the second. “Is he friendly?”

“Very. Almost too friendly. But he’s a Lab mix, so he can’t help himself.” Your eyes widened at the sight of the dog’s shaggy head peering around the corner, but you had little time to react before he was bounding into the room where you stood. “Hey buddy, look. A new friend.” You laughed, too, dropping to your knees and reaching out to scratch between the dog’s ears.

“Oh, Daniel. He’s great.” Leaning in, you raised your other hand and began to pet both sides of his face, fingers dragging through the dark hair as the dog eagerly sniffed at your arm. “Aren’t you?”

“Sit, Raider.” The dog listened immediately, settling back onto his haunches and cocking his head to the side as you continued to pet him. “He is, and he knows it.” Glancing up, you watched as the man leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his belly. “Got him when he was eleven weeks old. That was four years ago. He got me through a pretty shitty breakup, a lost job, and moving here.”

“Well you like your job now, right?” You rubbed at the dog’s ears, wrinkling your nose when he leaned in and licked your cheek. “And he seems pretty happy, so -”

“Oh, I love my job.” Daniel cleared his throat as you continued to pet Raider, your attention completely on the dog. “And he loves the yard and the attention, so we’re both winners.”

“You’re going to have to drag me away from him, d’you know that?” Glancing up again, you widened your smile. “I’d stay here all night, and -”

It happened in slow motion - you lost your balance when you turned your head, one hand catching on the collar the dog wore, the motion startling him back onto his feet with a jingle of tags. Before you could react, the dog was rushing forward, your hand sliding back and against his side as he nudged at you with his nose. Ah, shit.

In an attempt to find your balance, you jerked sharply to the right - and right into the top of the dog’s head as it came up, making contact with the bottom of your jaw. Your teeth clicked together and your eyes immediately began watering, but when Daniel said the dog’s name he backed off right away. When you looked up again, the tips of your fingers pressed to your skin, Raider was sitting behind the man, whining quietly.

“You alright?” He knelt in front of you, reaching out with one hand to touch your face. “Sounded like it hurt.”

“It did. A lot.” You winced when you pressed against your skin. “But I’ll be alright. It happens, I -” His fingers closed around yours, pulling your hand away slowly. “What are -” Daniel leaned in, releasing your hand from his hold and then using those same fingers to tilt your head to the side.

You realized what he was doing when his lips landed on the underside of your jaw - soft and warm and lingering, and at the feel of them, you closed your eyes again. He pressed a second kiss to your skin and then straightened up, eyes locked with yours. “Feel better?”

It was quiet between you for a few seconds and then you laughed, reaching up to cover your eyes with one hand, even as the sound spilled from between your lips. “God, the playbook you ripped that one out of must be -”

He laughed, too, but when Daniel settled his hand on your knee and squeezed, you both stopped, his tone serious the next time he spoke. “Just trying to distract you. But seriously, do you need ice? I’ve got a pack in the freezer, and I can grab it before we go, or -”

“I’ll be fine.” Waving him off, you turned to look at the dog, who’d laid down, chin on his paws as he looked between you. “He looks really guilty, though. What is it about dogs and knowing when they’ve done something wrong?”

“I’m not sure.” He squeezed your leg again, saying your name. “But he does that to me at least once a week when he gets excited. Gives me a fat lip every now and then. Nails me with his tail all the time too, and that sucker hurts. My legs are always bruised, and …” He kept talking, but you stopped listening, the man’s voice fading into the background as you watched him. So he’s fine with being flirty. I can work with this.

“Daniel?” Humming, you reached for him, the tips of your fingers pressed against his lips. “I changed my mind. It still hurts and I think you need to kiss me again.”

There was a split second of hesitation. Then Daniel grinned, raising the hand that wasn’t on your leg to the side of your neck and curling his fingers around it, that thumb sweeping slowly over your cheek. “Tell me where it hurts.”

Biting back a laugh, you leaned in, lips hovering over his. “You can start right here.”

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Raider:

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