Word Count: ~2900
Warnings: slash & smut, people!! Blowjobs! Also some blood (non-sexual).
Inspired by Danny kissing Josh's hand during the Cleveland show (and what a show that was!) and, of course, Halloween. Hope you enjoy ;)
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"You sure you wanna start carving them now?" Danny asked Josh, who was gleefully cradling two pumpkins in his arms from the porch. Danny was holding the front door open for him, letting the crisp, cold breeze momentarily waft into the house.
"Jake and Sam can do theirs whenever," Josh answered. He heard–and felt–Danny following his steps as he went through the hall and into the dining room. With a little huff, he set the pumpkins down on the ratty old tablecloth they'd both laid out for the event. "It's not our fault they're stuck on interview duty today."
"I don't know," Danny remarked, leaning against a chair. "Carving pumpkins seems like just as much work. Maybe more."
Josh looked up with a little smile. "This is supposed to be fun, Daniel. Come on, where's your Halloween spirit?"
Danny sat down, spinning one of the pumpkins around in front of himself. "Play 'Monster Mash' and I'll get into it."
Josh laughed. "Sure, fine by me." He started to sing the words, mimicking the silly voice of the original song, as he meandered into the kitchen, phone in hand. Soon enough the real thing was playing from a speaker, hopefully truly getting Danny to perk up–whenever Sam was out of the picture even for a little while, it was like a little of Danny's energy was gone with him. Josh could relate though. Whenever his twin was absent, he felt a little emptiness in the pit of his stomach. But he was happy to have some one-on-one time with Danny. That didn't happen very often. Not to mention none of them had actually carved pumpkins since they were literal children–this was going to be fun.
"What's yours going to be?" he asked as Danny sliced the top off his pumpkin, Josh following suit with an enthusiastic sawing motion. Using knives was always a good time as far as he was concerned.
"I was thinking of trying to make it look like Sam's drunk face," Danny told him with a laugh. "But I don't know if I have the skills. We'll see."
Josh laughed too. "That's a good idea. Maybe I should make my pumpkin look like Jake's guitar face."
"Put these two pumpkins together and it's basically Jake's ass," Danny said, smirking to himself; Josh cackled in return. He wasn't exactly wrong. Then Danny stood up and leaned over the table, hand disappearing into the pumpkin. "Ugh, this feels disgusting. Why the fuck are we doing this again?"
Josh did the same and, yeah, it was pretty gross. So cold and slimy, the seeds slippery between his fingers. "We're bonding," he reminded Danny, who was still so immersed in the pumpkin guts that Josh wasn't even sure what he'd said had been registered. He and Danny slopped handfuls of pumpkin guts onto a platter together, as in sync as they all were on stage.
"Sam will probably want the seeds," Danny said, reaching back in as the Ghostbusters theme started playing.
"Good. Nothing left to waste," Josh replied, beginning to feel very focused on the task at hand himself. He really was going to try to carve Jake's guitar face into the pumpkin. "We can compost the rest."
Danny was even more quiet than usual, he quickly noticed, and Josh didn't think it was just because they were immersed in jack-o-lantern carving. He wanted to ask about it–was there something bothering him? Was he just really not into this? Josh's sudden onslaught of anxious thoughts broke his concentration and as he was bringing the knife down in a steep curve, it slipped and, in the blink of an eye, bright red blood was shining on the blade, down his hand and across the orange pumpkin.
"Oh shit!" Danny jumped to action, wiping his hands on a towel as he rushed over to Josh, who was so stunned by his mishap that he was just staring at the shockingly grisly wound. "Wait a minute," Danny instructed, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. When he returned, he was standing over Josh and wrapping his hand in a clean towel.
"Oops," Josh said, then hissed, suddenly conscious of the deep sting from the cut. "Ouch!" What a stupid thing to do, he thought, because not only did he ruin his hand, he ruined the pumpkin.
"Jeez, Josh, this looks bad," Danny said, holding the dish towel around Josh's bleeding hand snugly. "Do you think you need stitches?"
Josh waved that idea away with his uninjured hand. "No, no, I'm sure it's fine. Let me see."
Danny sighed. "Let's go to the bathroom. We need to clean this."
So Josh let his friend take the lead. He sat down on the edge of the tub while Danny grabbed yet another towel, one of the black ones with little ghosts threaded in white that he and Jake had picked out just for this season, and wet it in the sink. Danny dropped to his knees in front of him and carefully unraveled the bloody towel from his hand, winching even more than Josh did as it happened.
"See," Josh began when his wound was revealed–a deep, long slash down the side of his hand, extending from the bottom of his thumb to just above his wrist. "I don't need stitches."
"Okay, maybe not, but this looks bad," Danny said softly. Josh was enamored with how tender he was. Maybe in another life, Danny would have been a doctor. Josh could see that. He sighed again, dabbing with the warm, wet towel. "Do you have any hydrogen peroxide here?"
Josh tensed. "That'll make it hurt more."
"Just for a second. It'll disinfect it," Danny assured him, then took Josh's other hand and pressed it over the towel. "Hold that." He swiveled on his knees to open the cabinet beneath the sink–if nothing else, this allowed Josh a nice view of Danny bent over on his knees, ass in the air while he did his best to rescue Josh from a nasty infection. "Got it," Danny proclaimed, shuffling back with a brown bottle in one hand and a bag of cotton balls in the other. He sat there frowning for a moment before saying, "We need bandages, too. Not the small ones. I gotta wrap it in something."
"Maybe in the drawer?" Josh suggested, realizing he knew very little about the contents of his own bathroom.
"Aha," Danny said victoriously, tossing the roll of gauze at Josh's feet. He sat right in front of him, opening the hydrogen peroxide and wetting a cotton ball with it. When he looked up, Josh's heart fluttered at how genuinely apologetic and hurt Danny looked on his behalf. "Alright, yeah, it's gonna sting. But it's gonna help." He took the wet towel away from Josh's hand and held that bloody hand in his own. "Okay?"
Josh nodded. Danny doing this made it seem less daunting–he didn't consider himself very afraid of anything, but physical pain was something he, like most people, always wanted to avoid. Causing himself further pain wasn't something he was ever inclined to do. But Danny was gentle and reassuring, rubbing Josh's wrist with his thumb as he dabbed the cut with the hydrogen peroxide, and just that small, simple, sweet action diminished some of the angry stinging that came with it. Then, with a dry part of the ghost towel, Danny dabbed some more until Josh's hand felt dry again. Next came the gauze, which he wrapped carefully and skillfully around the wound, leaving Josh patched up as best either of them could do. Well, Josh thought, he actually didn't do anything but sit there.
"Better?" Danny asked, sitting back, resting his hands on Josh's knees.
Josh thought about that question for a moment. Then he lifted his bandaged hand up to Danny's face: "A kiss would make it better." He was confident Danny would do it, and he did, but the way it happened made Josh's breath catch in his lungs. Danny gingerly held his wrist, held it so delicately like he was made of glass, and the press of his lips was just as gentle and soft but so full of intent. It wasn't a quick, silly gag to appease Josh. It was an earnest, lingering, passionate little kiss, and Josh felt faint for a moment.
"Now are you better?" Danny asked, still holding Josh's hand.
"Yes, thank you, Danny," Josh said, cheeks burning. He was also sure he now looked very flustered and he felt even more out of sorts when Danny straightened up, moving in close, and gave him a kiss on his forehead.
"You scared me. Maybe you shouldn't be around knives," Danny told him, who was still too flabbergasted to laugh at the absurdity of that. Instead, Josh tried something he'd never done before, something that did actually scare him–he brought his good hand to the side of Danny's face and leaned forward to kiss him right on the lips. Thankfully, Danny reciprocated, humming softly into the kiss and moving in even closer, their chests touching.
Josh was the one to pull away, giggling with nervous energy. Maybe an excuse wasn't necessary–in fact, he was still positive it wasn't–but he said, "I don't think my insurance covers this, so will that help?"
Danny smiled, his own face a little flushed. "I always wanna kiss you regardless of personal injuries."
"Really?" Josh squeaked. Was that why he'd been so quiet earlier? Did Danny think about him like that when they were alone?
"Sure do." In a feat of strength that baffled Josh, Danny began to get up, scooping him into his arms and carrying him out of the bathroom. Josh hooked one arm around Danny's shoulders on the journey, heart pounding at this revelation. What exactly was happening here? Then Danny set him down on the couch and placed a bag of the candy they'd been sharing earlier in his lap. He sat down next to him, staying close and, with a gesture at the bag, said, "Doctor's orders."
"Whatever you say, Dr. Danny," Josh replied, popping a Dum Dum in his mouth, though he really wanted to do something else with his mouth. He paused when Danny cuddled up against him, pulling Josh's legs over his own and looping his arm around his waist.
"Wanna watch a scary movie?" Danny proposed, but the look in his eyes was saying something else. Josh was sure of it.
"No, what the fuck!" Josh exclaimed, riled up and excited now that he knew Danny was so agreeable to him. He grabbed Danny's shirt, drawing him further in, as he tossed the bag of candy to the floor with his other hand. "For fuck's sake–I wanna make out with you."
Another smile, but then Danny grabbed Josh's wrist and slowly brought his bandaged hand down. "Just be careful of that," he said, and Josh was about to protest, but then Danny was taking the sucker from Josh's mouth and replacing it with his lips, then a little tongue, then a little teeth.
Josh had thought about what it would be like to kiss Danny before. He was convinced there weren't many people who encountered his beloved drummer that hadn't. But actually doing it exceeded all of those brief fantasies–Danny was simply a good kisser. A great kisser, with a perfect mixture of tenderness and lust, matching Josh's pace when it was easy and slowing him down when Josh got too hard and fast with it. Josh followed the doctor's orders and was mindful of his hand, keeping it at his side and using the other to touch all over Danny's upper body, feeling the heat and muscle beneath the pesky t-shirt while Danny's own explored Josh's body in tandem.
When Danny's hand found his bulge, his cock growing harder with each kiss, a quiet moan slipped from Josh's lips and over Danny's. Danny moved back just enough to look down at his own hand cupping Josh's dick through his pants, fingers gripping his length despite the barrier. Josh looked down too, already breathing hard, and wiggled his hips in encouragement.
Meeting his gaze, Danny asked, "Can I go down on you?"
"What?" Josh asked, flabbergasted once more. They'd gone from carving pumpkins to sucking dick, apparently. What a world.
Danny kissed him again before he asked, using the same explicit words Josh had been thinking, "Can I suck your dick?"
After he gave the green light, Josh learned that Danny was not only a good kisser but really good at giving head–a delightful, surreal surprise. Bare from the waist down, he squirmed and whimpered while Danny's lips wrapped around his cock and his hands squeezed his thighs, spreading his legs wide enough to sink between. He made sure to keep his injured hand resting over his head, but his other was going wild in Danny's hair, fingers tangling in the curls, brushing over his scalp, urging him to keep doing his magic.
"Oh wow," Josh said, eyes widening at the sight of Danny fumbling with his own fly to get his dick out. Josh almost asked to touch it himself, but Danny swallowed hard around him and he forgot that words existed at all. Danny was rocking his hips back and forth while he licked and sucked and jerked him off; Josh lifted his leg up higher to press it between Danny's own, and then Danny dropped his hand to quite literally begin humping Josh's leg.
Wet sounds emanated from Danny's hand while he stroked him, popping off to breathe. "Shit," he muttered, resting his cheek on Josh's stomach. "I thought about this, too."
Josh gasped, astounded by these dreamy confessions. His hips bucked; he pushed his leg up harder against Danny's cock. "More, Danny, please," he pleaded, fitfully fussing with Danny's hair again. "Suck me off. Let me come in your mouth."
With brightly flushed cheeks, Danny took another breath and carried on, the hand on Josh's belly pressing down hard as he sank down. Josh groaned loudly, eyes closed while his head tilted back against the arm of the couch, so close. When his hips bucked again, Danny gagged, Josh yelped and his fingers tightened in those curls as he shot right into the back of Danny's throat. It left him exhausted but still determined, and Danny hadn't come yet–before he lost any more energy, he pulled Danny, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, up by his shirt.
"Whoa there!" Danny wiggled as Josh yanked him to his knees beside his own face. It was a bit of a tough angle, Josh had to admit, but he just grabbed Danny's ass to pull him forward while he wrapped his lips around him. Eyes closed while he centered his focus, Josh then felt Danny's gentle touch on his wounded hand, bringing it down. "Careful," his drummer warned, the word soft but the voice delivering it rough.
Josh nodded, which made the head of Danny's cock jump to the back of his throat. Stifling his own gag by squeezing Danny's ass harder, Josh made good use of his mouth, trying to get Danny down as much as he could while those lovely, strong, kind hands messed around with his now equally disheveled curls.
"Fuck yeah, that feels good," Danny said breathlessly, ending the sentence with a surprising whine, which made Josh look up. Danny looked down at him and his lips parted like he was surprised, eyes growing bigger and brighter while he stared into Josh's. "Oh my god, yeah, keep looking at me. So pretty, Josh, holy fuck–" If Danny was going to say anything else, it was lost in a strangled moan as he threw his head back, and Josh grunted with useless surprise as slick warmth coated his tongue.
After a few seconds, Josh freed him, flopping back onto the couch. "Woof."
Danny did the same, lying halfway on top of the back of the couch, his lower body pressed against Josh's. "Hell yeah, woof. Wow." He closed his eyes and sank down further, resting his head on Josh's stomach with apparently no intention of moving despite Josh's dick still being out. Oh well, Josh decided, and started to idly play with Danny's hair.
He was snapped out of his beautiful daze when he looked over at the clock on the wall. "What time are Jake and Sam supposed to be back?"
"I don't remember," Danny said, sounding like he was on his way to unconsciousness.
"We should finish the pumpkins," Josh said, very glad they decided to do this. If he hadn't cut his hand trying to carve his own twin into one, would Danny have ever made a move?
"You can't, Josh. Your hand," Danny reminded him.
Josh huffed. "I can do it. I'll be careful." He tapped Danny's temple and added, "Maybe you could help me?"
"Alright, I'll help," Danny said, lifting himself up. Before Josh had the chance to outwardly question where all of this was going in a larger sense, Danny captured him in another hot, heartwarming kiss.
Josh giggled when Danny broke away and just looked at him. "So–should we keep this to ourselves? It might be too scary to share with Jake and Sam."
Danny stood and extended a hand to help Josh up before he got his jeans back up. "Nah," he said, smirking, which made Josh smile even wider. "Let's tell 'em. I think they can handle it."