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Authors: M. J. O’Shea
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“Can’t sleep. I just….” Danny didn’t know how to explain it, how to tell Elliot about his need to do something, anything, nearly all the time.
Elliot nodded, almost like Danny didn’t even have to say anything. He just got it. “I’ll get up too. We’ll find something for breakfast.” Elliot sat up and tossed his covers aside. He tottered a bit before he walked, half-naked, to his dresser and pulled a T-shirt on over his long, lightly muscled torso.
“You could always go downstairs shirtless. I’m pretty sure the girls won’t mind,” Danny snickered.
Elliot rolled his eyes. “Yeah, they’d hate it if you did too.” He slid his feet into a pair of flip-flops. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can rustle up some breakfast. I didn’t really like dinner last night. I’m hungry.”
Danny slung an arm over Elliot’s shoulder, oddly relieved that the house would be quiet and asleep. That they would be alone. He didn’t examine his relief too closely.
They took their breakfast—cereal and a banana for Elliot, waffles and breakfast sausage for Danny—out to one of the tables by the pool. They were close enough to the house that there were cameras around, which was still hard to get used to, but Danny tried to ignore them. The morning was still, and Danny didn’t usually like stillness, but for once he was content. Elliot reached over and snagged one of his breakfast sausages.
“Hey!” Danny chuckled. “You could’ve gotten your own sausage.”
“Yours tastes better.” Elliot blushed about a half second later when he realized what he’d said. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Wonder if they’ll let that comment get through editing? Danny laughed and reached across to ruffle his curls. “I won’t tell Katie you said that.”
“Thanks.” He blushed even harder and stared intently at his cereal. Even Lucky Charms weren’t that interesting, and all Elliot had were Cheerios.
Danny decided to save him. “What’s on the schedule today?” he asked. He knew already, but it was okay.
“Volleyball with The Pixies, and I think we’re going to start some preliminary recording for ‘Fool for Love’.”
Danny couldn’t wait to get into the studio with the guys. They’d been running through some material with Keller, actual new songs that would belong to them. As a group, they’d chosen “Fool for Love” as their favorite. The song was cool, kind of peppy, way less cheesy than Danny had assumed it would be. He actually almost liked the damn thing. With any luck it would be their first big single. Unreal. All of it.
“Wish we could skip the volleyball part,” Danny muttered. Sports came easily to him, but he wasn’t really interested. “What are we competing for again?”
“I think more video diary time. So the fans can get to know us better.” Elliot groaned. “I was such an idiot in there last night. That is so not my thing.”
“You were cute. Charmingly shy and giggly.”
“Thanks, man.” Elliot rolled his eyes.
“Please. Like it matters. Just flutter your big ol’ lashes and flip your curls, and you’ll have them drooling after you in no time.”
Elliot choked on his cereal for a good twenty seconds.
“You don’t want the girls drooling after you?” Danny asked with a grin.
“Not really. It’s awkward. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m awkward. I’ve never quite managed cool.”
Danny hated that Elliot felt like he had to try. He reached over and brushed his fingers across Elliot’s wrist. “Just be yourself. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I think you’re pretty amazing.”
Elliot blushed again, but he smiled. Danny loved his smile. “We’ve got a few hours before the volleyball game. What do you say we escape and go down to the beach for a little while?”
That was Danny’s favorite part of their house. It was just one street and one staircase away from the beach. His favorite place.
Elliot’s smile turned to
“Can’t sleep. I just….” Danny didn’t know how to explain it, how to tell Elliot about his need to do something, anything, nearly all the time.
Elliot nodded, almost like Danny didn’t even have to say anything. He just got it. “I’ll get up too. We’ll find something for breakfast.” Elliot sat up and tossed his covers aside. He tottered a bit before he walked, half-naked, to his dresser and pulled a T-shirt on over his long, lightly muscled torso.
“You could always go downstairs shirtless. I’m pretty sure the girls won’t mind,” Danny snickered.
Elliot rolled his eyes. “Yeah, they’d hate it if you did too.” He slid his feet into a pair of flip-flops. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can rustle up some breakfast. I didn’t really like dinner last night. I’m hungry.”
Danny slung an arm over Elliot’s shoulder, oddly relieved that the house would be quiet and asleep. That they would be alone. He didn’t examine his relief too closely.
They took their breakfast—cereal and a banana for Elliot, waffles and breakfast sausage for Danny—out to one of the tables by the pool. They were close enough to the house that there were cameras around, which was still hard to get used to, but Danny tried to ignore them. The morning was still, and Danny didn’t usually like stillness, but for once he was content. Elliot reached over and snagged one of his breakfast sausages.
“Hey!” Danny chuckled. “You could’ve gotten your own sausage.”
“Yours tastes better.” Elliot blushed about a half second later when he realized what he’d said. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Wonder if they’ll let that comment get through editing? Danny laughed and reached across to ruffle his curls. “I won’t tell Katie you said that.”
“Thanks.” He blushed even harder and stared intently at his cereal. Even Lucky Charms weren’t that interesting, and all Elliot had were Cheerios.
Danny decided to save him. “What’s on the schedule today?” he asked. He knew already, but it was okay.
“Volleyball with The Pixies, and I think we’re going to start some preliminary recording for ‘Fool for Love’.”
Danny couldn’t wait to get into the studio with the guys. They’d been running through some material with Keller, actual new songs that would belong to them. As a group, they’d chosen “Fool for Love” as their favorite. The song was cool, kind of peppy, way less cheesy than Danny had assumed it would be. He actually almost liked the damn thing. With any luck it would be their first big single. Unreal. All of it.
“Wish we could skip the volleyball part,” Danny muttered. Sports came easily to him, but he wasn’t really interested. “What are we competing for again?”
“I think more video diary time. So the fans can get to know us better.” Elliot groaned. “I was such an idiot in there last night. That is so not my thing.”
“You were cute. Charmingly shy and giggly.”
“Thanks, man.” Elliot rolled his eyes.
“Please. Like it matters. Just flutter your big ol’ lashes and flip your curls, and you’ll have them drooling after you in no time.”
Elliot choked on his cereal for a good twenty seconds.
“You don’t want the girls drooling after you?” Danny asked with a grin.
“Not really. It’s awkward. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m awkward. I’ve never quite managed cool.”
Danny hated that Elliot felt like he had to try. He reached over and brushed his fingers across Elliot’s wrist. “Just be yourself. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I think you’re pretty amazing.”
Elliot blushed again, but he smiled. Danny loved his smile. “We’ve got a few hours before the volleyball game. What do you say we escape and go down to the beach for a little while?”
That was Danny’s favorite part of their house. It was just one street and one staircase away from the beach. His favorite place.
Elliot’s smile turned to
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