Screwups

Screwups by Jamie Fessenden

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me?”
    “Huh? Oh. No.” Jake backed off just a bit, wishing he could kiss Danny. He said in a low voice, “I just wanted to ask you what’s wrong without broadcasting it to everybody in the car.”
    Danny smiled sadly at him. “I’m all right. Just the same shit I’ve been dealing with since I was in high school.”
    “You have a fight with your mom?”
    “No. She’s awesome. It’s just… other stuff.”
    Jake nodded. He didn’t know what to say and he was probably already prying. “Sorry. It’s none of my business.”
    “Can I lie down again?”
    “Sure.”
    To Jake’s surprise, instead of placing his legs across Jake’s lap, Danny curled up in a fetal position on the seat, resting his head in Jake’s lap. It was insanely adorable, and Jake couldn’t resist draping his hand across Danny’s shoulder. He felt his dick stiffening a bit and worried that Danny might feel it against his face. But if Danny hadn’t figured out by now that Jake got hard at the slightest contact, he’d have to be a complete moron. And he wasn’t. So hopefully it was cool.
     
     
    I F HE wasn’t careful, Danny knew, he could easily end up falling in love with Jake. The guy was attentive and sweet, and they weren’t even dating. And that was on top of being gorgeous and perpetually horny. Danny could feel Jake’s cock stiffening in his blue jeans directly under Danny’s cheek, and the urge to nibble it through the rough fabric was almost overwhelming. Danny was resting his left hand on Jake’s leg, just above the knee. Just to be a dick, he slid the hand upward a bit, tracing his middle finger along the inside of Jake’s thigh, until he came into contact with something that was definitely not Jake’s leg.
    Jake gave him a light slap to the top of the head and whispered, “Bad boy!”
    Danny snickered but moved his hand back to Jake’s lower thigh. At least he was no longer brooding about his past continuing to dog him. Still, it was probably a good thing that they arrived at the house in Worcester a few minutes later.
    Karl’s house didn’t really belong to Karl. He wasn’t even the only person living there. He just happened to be the only one Danny knew well. They’d met at Dragon Con two years ago and, yes, they’d ended up in bed. But Karl wasn’t really Danny’s type and vice versa. Danny had visited him—and fucked him—once last year, but that was it.
    One of Karl’s housemates came out of the house when they pulled into the driveway, directing them to a spot in the back where they could park. Serena was a large, olive-skinned woman in her midtwenties. She might have been part Hispanic, but Danny had never asked. She hugged him warmly when he climbed out of the car and said, “It’s good to see you again. We’ve been trying to get you back down here for ages!”
    “I have returned,” Danny said dramatically. He gestured to his friends. “And look! I brought exotic slaves from the north!”
    Danny and Karl had been relaying messages between their two groups of friends for ages, trying to get them all together for the LARP, but this was the first time any of them had actually met face-to-face. He introduced everybody, and Serena insisted upon hugging them all. Eva was fine with that, but Paul looked as if he might have a seizure. Jesus , Danny thought, we really need to get him laid .
    After she’d hugged Jake, she stepped back and admired him. “Is this a new boyfriend? He’s handsome!”
    Jake immediately turned beet red and Danny hastily told her, “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my new roommate, but he’s straight.” He hated lying to her, but he was afraid Jake would think he’d outed him in one of the phone calls to Karl. He hadn’t. He’d never said one word about having a new boyfriend or Jake’s orientation.
    Serena smiled. “Oh, that’s even better!” She hooked an arm through one of Jake’s and turned toward the house. “Come into my parlor, said the spider to the

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