A Lesson for the Home-Wrecker
Summary: It was time for Dane to teach his home-wrecking cousin, Shiori, a lesson. Karma can be a real bitch...
Warnings: A small mention of Yaoi/Boyslove
Inspiration: A Magazine story
Disclaimer: All characters are mine and cannot be used without permission.
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Feeling a hand, warm and large slipping through his short black hair, Dane MacFarland rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, but made no attempt to smack the hand away.
“I thought you said you wanted to watch TV together?” he said as he turned his head to the man sitting next to him, who had his arm around his shoulders, holding him close as they sprawled out comfortably upon Dane’s couch.
“But there’s nothing on,” Garth Whitelaw protested with a cheeky smile on his lips, his flaming red hair and shimmering blue-gray eyes only adding to his mischievousness.
“I can think of something more entertaining,” he added suggestively as he flicked a strand of Dane’s hair from his line of vision.
“Oh?” Dane said as he quirked an eyebrow at him before leaning forward expectantly, shifting so he was now sitting in his lap, straddling him. “What is that?”
That grin only became more devious as Garth placed his hands on his hips, his fingers teasing against the belt on his jeans. “Why don’t I-?”
Suddenly, there was a loud crash at Dane’s front door of his apartment, causing the two men to be startled.
“Dano! Oh my god, guess what?!”
“Argh, it’s my cousin,” Dane said through seemingly gritted teeth as he pushed away from his boyfriend by placing a hand on his chest. He then turned his green eyes to Garth and furrowed his brow, clearly showing his irritation. “You’ve got to hide.”
Garth looked surprised and a little bit amused. They were both men, in their 20’s for Heaven’s sake; they were too old for ‘trying to hide the boyfriend’ game now, weren’t they?
“Why?” he asked as Dane climbed off his lap and snared his wrist in his hand, leading him to the bedroom hastily, quite literally pushing him inside. Despite the vast height difference between them, Dane being a half a foot shorter than Garth, he could be quite strong when he wanted to be.
“She’s a home-wrecker,” Dane whispered to him as he attempted to close the door on him, locking him inside the room. “I don’t want her to know we’re dating or she’s sure to try something.”
But Garth pushed back against the door, preventing Dane from closing it completely on him, his brow creasing into an expression of defiance. “She would never come between us,” he said.
“I know that,” Dane said quickly in response, nervously looking over his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps.
“So why?”
“Shut up! I’m saving you from a fate worse than death here!” Dane all but hissed comically at him, causing Garth to blink at him a few times in confusion. “Shiori’s really annoying and overly obnoxious in her flirting. Just shush, would you?”
A look of bemusement lingered on Garth’s face as he finally relented in his struggling, giving Dane a look that said he was going to explain more afterwards. “Alright, alright.”
As soon as Dane shut the door, a young woman a year older then he bounded up the stairs. She was quite a striking girl, some would say beautiful, but Dane was gay and her cousin, so he wouldn’t associate those words with her. Still, one could not deny that she was good looking. She had curly golden blonde hair coming down to her should blades, thin streaks of black falling around the sides of her face and around her eyes that were a misty hazel. She was wearing a sky blue summer dress, floaty and airy, that reached her thighs and was held on her shoulders with spaghetti straps.
