Saturday, midnight

     Frey had not drunk a single drop of alcohol during his shift, but right after it ended, he had downed about three beers to get rid of the thoughts that were clouding his mind and judgement.

Not that being drunk would grant him better judgement—being sober sure wasn't doing the trick when it came to Daniel freaking Quinn either.

There was a massive amount of tension between them—good tension—but tension nonetheless.

Every move, every touch, every look, every breath he took caused shivers down Frey's spine. It was both curiosity and lust, and Frey wasn't good at pushing those feelings aside.

Frey's judgement was poor in whichever state he was, and lusting after a guy surely wasn't helping him make better decisions.

He was curious about everything that came with falling for a boy, and that made him focus on Daniel all the more.

How did it work?

Well, not literally. Frey knew how two guys were supposed to have sex—he wasn't stupid. But he still wondered; how did it work?

And all the more he thought about it, all the more he wanted to experience it, with Daniel.

Would it be bad to give into his curiosity, lust and maybe even romantic feelings for the boy, by taking him home?

He was sure Daniel wouldn't refuse. The boy had been making small innuendos all week.

He even rubbed his hand against Frey on Monday, in the locker rooms. Frey knew, if they hadn't realised that they were in the school locker rooms, they would've probably gone a lot further.

The only reason he wasn't acting upon his wish now was because Jenna was there, and she wouldn't leave him and Daniel alone for too long.

It was getting annoying to Frey, mostly because he always got rid of clingy girls by telling them he wasn't into them. But he was into her, so that complicated things.

On one hand, he wanted to see her as much as possible, on the other, he hadn't spent a lot of time alone with Daniel so far, and if he was going to ever figure out his feelings for the boy, he needed to get to know him on a more personal level.

He was slightly drunk by the time Daniel had also finished his shift, and as always, Daniel announced that he was going to take a drunk Frey home and make sure he would reach his bed.

Frey didn't mind, he was too far gone to stay in the club and drink more. He was bound to do stupid things if he would stay. So, he allowed Daniel to drag him outside, who then forced him to walk to his father's apartment while laughing whenever Frey would trip.

Daniel was a bit surprised of Frey's ability to walk straight as soon as they left the club, shortly stopping in his tracks with a frown.

"You sure you need me to help you get home?" Daniel voiced his wondering, catching up with Frey while the latter had been moving forwards still.

"Yes." Frey nodded, bumping into Daniel teasingly. "Don't you want to?"

"I don't mind." Daniel shrugged and bumped back into him. "I only mind whenever you're acting like an asshole."

"I'm not acting like one now, right?" Frey asked, putting an arm around Daniel, ruffling up his hair. "Am I, Danny-boy?"

"You're annoying, that's what you are." But Daniel laughed, and he grabbed Frey to push him down, holding him in a headlock.

"Hey!" Frey tried to wriggle out of his hold, not succeeding in the least. "Is this how you seduce people you date?"

"Well, technically, we're not dating, Frey." Daniel told him seriously, releasing his hold on Frey. Frey stood up straight and looked at Daniel, their smiles now gone.

"We haven't really been having any alone time, have we?" Frey whispered, wondering if it was frustrating Daniel too.

"I figured you didn't mind since you're always with Jenna."

"I'm not always with Jenna..." Frey defended himself, knowing he was spending a lot of time with Jenna indeed. "But somehow she's always around when I see you."

"Do you mind?"

"I like spending time with her..." Frey drawled, feeling a bit annoyed because he didn't want to talk, or even think about Jenna right in that moment. "Can we not talk about Jenna? I didn't lure you away to talk about Jenna."

"You lured me away?" Daniel frowned, and it only increased when Frey nodded in reaction. "Why?"

"Well, I couldn't exactly kiss you in front of Jenna. That would've been stupid..." he drawled, grabbing Daniel's hoodie with a hand, pulling him closer. "So, unless you don't want me to kiss..."

He couldn't finish his sentence, because Daniel had already made the first move to kiss Frey, who then wrapped his arms around the other boy's neck.

Daniel's hands had sneaked around his waist, and for a while they were both simply focused on kissing each other.

It was a battle for power—domination really—and Frey let Daniel take control eventually. Mostly because Daniel seemed to know what he was doing pretty well, and it was weird to not be the dominant person, but Frey liked it.

Daniel's hands had lowered down his body, and he grabbed Frey's ass with both hands, simultaneously pushing him against the wall of a building. Frey would've somewhat expected to become nervous somewhere halfway down the road to taking Daniel home, but he was too busy not to moan out too loudly when Daniel pushed himself against Frey, and the kiss became a bit desperate. As if it was the last chance they would get. As if everything depended on this moment.

And maybe in some way, it did.

Maybe, if they couldn't hit it off, they would both realise they could try all they want, it would never be a real relationship.

They both knew Frey liked his action too much to end up in a relationship with someone who he couldn't hit it off with.

Not that Frey was having any trouble getting aroused by Daniel. No problem at all.

He just didn't want this to go too far, in the middle of the street, right around the corner of the club.

"Danny..." He managed to breathe out his name after he pulled back from the kiss. "Not... here."

Daniel swallowed, staring at him with lust-filled, dark-hooded eyes, nodding in agreement.

Frey swallowed too, before he pecked a quick chaste kiss on Daniel's lips, and grabbed his wrists. "My place?"

Daniel smirked, rolled his eyes and nodded. "Makes sense, yes."

Frey chuckled, and allowed Daniel to kiss him—a calm, sweet kiss—before they started walking further, now both silent.

They were probably both too afraid to say anything, scared to ruin things. But it only made Frey become nervous, and he hated feeling nervous.

He wasn't even sure what was going to happen, how far was Daniel willing to go? Why was he overthinking it? He never did it whenever he took a girl home.

So, why now?

Was it because Daniel was a guy? With a very obvious addition to his body that Frey had no experience with? Well, other than jerking off to porn. He had never touched another guy's dick.

Or was it because he actually cared about Daniel and because seeing the smile on his face when Hannah was happy had made Frey feel warm and giddy. He wanted to see Daniel smile like that more often. A real, genuine smile.

One that nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs.

Was it because his heartbeat quickened whenever he looked at Daniel—whenever he heard him laugh—and now they were about to get way more intimate?

Frey didn't know what exactly made him nervous about something he had done so many times before—take someone home—and as soon as the front door slammed shut behind them, he couldn't care less either.

He only cared about the way Daniel had pushed him against the door, keeping him trapped with his body, while his hands had grabbed hold of his face, slamming his lips onto his a bit longingly.

Frey moved his hips forwards to press their bodies closer together, earning a low grumbling moan from Daniel; who seemed like a completely different person with all the sexual frustration that seemed to pour out of him in that moment.

The kiss was deepened by both in the exact same moment, and while their tongues where battling for space, their hands were exploring each others' bodies, pulling on clothes in frustration.

Daniel was the first to pull up Frey's hoodie. He used his lower body to prevent Frey from moving away. Not that he was planning to. He liked this Daniel a bit too much to stop things in that moment.

Instead, he held up his arms, so Daniel could pull the hoodie over his head, followed by Frey doing the same with his. They discarded the clothes carelessly on the side, returning to kissing, now with less clothes in the way of touching each other.

It was unclear to Frey how long they stayed in that position, before he made Daniel back away, only to guide him further into the apartment and towards his bedroom.

By the time they actually reached the bedroom, the living room and hallway were scattered with lost clothing items, and both boys were now in boxer shorts—though neither took the time to take in the sight, too consumed by kissing and touching.

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A/N: If you wish to continue reading this scene, advance to Chapter 23, part 2 - Desperate [Frey Sanders] in the next chapter.

If you do not feel comfortable reading this, please skip the next chapter and continue in Chapter 24 - Green Monster [Jenna Lark].

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