Fandom: Re-Genesis

Pairing: David Sandström/Danny Dexter

Summary: David and Danny as teenagers.

To Friendship

A. Kite (June 2005)

David Sandström and his friend, Danny Dexter, got out of the car and said so long to Danny's teammate. They laughed and nudged each other up the sidewalk. They were just a little fucked up from the joint they'd shared on the ride home from school. The Dexter house was getting a little rundown, peeling paint and shit like that. David didn't say anything, though, even when the step to the porch wobbled and almost made him fall.

They got to the door, and Danny slipped the six-pack of beer he'd been carrying under his coat behind a flowerpot that held some kind of dead plant. Danny opened the door and called out, "Dad? You home?"

There was no answer.

"Good. Come on in, David." Danny grabbed the beer and gestured David to come inside.

"Nah, I'd better not. I should probably just head on home and face the music." David shook his head as he spoke and wished he hadn't. It made him kind of dizzy.

Danny held the door open. "I think you need a beer first, Dave. Trust me."

David gave in and followed Danny back to his room. They dropped their coats and flopped down on the bed. Danny cracked open a beer for each of them, and they lay there side by side, heads propped up on the pillows for a few minutes without speaking.

David started first. "Man, I'm in such deep shit. Fucking suspended for three days. My parents are going to go ballistic."

Danny laughed, "It was worth it, though, eh?"

David grinned back at his friend. "Yeah, I'll probably be grounded from now until the end of time, but it was worth it just for the look on old man Robinson's face."

"And what about Julie Jenkins?" Danny snickered. "I always thought she stuffed, and now we know."

David laughed too. Danny's good spirits were lifting him out of his funk over being suspended for setting off an explosion in the chemistry lab. The explosion had singed David and Danny's hair and eyebrows, but Julie, at the next bench over, jumped and flailed so much the tissue she had stuffed in her bra had fallen out. "I guess my date with her Saturday night is off."

"Yeah, forget it. I'll set you up with somebody that has real tits next time."

"I'll get my own dates from now on, fuck you kindly," David retorted.

Danny snorted. "Who are you trying to kid there, Davy-boy? All the guys would have figured you for queer if I hadn't intervened. Now I'm the only one that knows."

"Who you calling queer, Dexter?"

Danny guzzled down the rest of his beer and tossed the can out of the way. He had this glint in his eyes like the one he'd had when he talked David into seeing what would happen if you mixed a little bit of this with a little of that. David wasn't sure what he was going to do next. Danny grabbed the can out of David's hand and finished it off too. After he got rid of that can, he threw himself at David, wrestled him down and pinned him flat on the bed. "I'm calling you a queer, faggot."

David tried to buck Danny off, but there was no way. Danny outweighed him and was on the hockey team. David wasn't going anywhere until Danny let him up. David couldn't help it. This was turning him on. Making him hard. He bucked up again and felt an answering hardness at Danny's groin. David smirked and said, "Well, if I'm a faggot so are you."

Danny just grinned back and ground his hard on into David's. He pulled back and unzipped both their pants. David could have stopped it then, but he didn't want to. Danny lined their cocks up and wrapped his hand around both, jacking them together. It was the best thing David had ever felt. Not that he hadn't felt Danny's hand before. They'd been having jack off sessions since before they had hair around their dicks, but this was different. This was the first time they'd ever been this close, with their cocks actually touching. David reached down and helped Danny. He moved his hand over Danny's hand, over Danny's cock, over his own cock and alternated watching their hands with watching Danny's face. It was hot. Danny squeezed his eyes shut, and he bit his lip. Then he was coming. Shooting all over both their hands and all over David's cock. It was too much. David groaned once, really loudly and came too.

Danny rolled off him, and they lay there panting, trying to catch their breaths. David got up after a couple of minutes and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he got back, Danny was still lying there, staring at the ceiling. "Hey, I'd better get going. You gonna be okay? Your dad coming home soon?"

Danny shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'll be okay. My dad probably won't even notice that I'm not in school. You take off, and I'll see you later."

David grabbed his coat and opened the bedroom door. "Later," he called, but he didn't hear an answering goodbye. It was safe to go home now. All the good high feelings were burned out of his system. He wished he knew what to say to his friend. David knew it had to have hurt him for his mom to walk out like that. Danny's father was a real asshole, but why she hadn't taken Danny with her, David never could figure out. Well, it was just the rest of this year and one more, then maybe Danny'd get a scholarship, or if he was really lucky, get drafted by one of the pro teams. That'd be cool.

David walked home thinking about what he was going to do with his own life. Maybe he should have gone to that school for 'gifted' kids like his Mom and Dad had wanted. At the time, he'd wanted to stay with his friends, play hockey, shoot hoops and have fun. Who wanted to go to some nerd school anyway? Maybe he'd made the wrong choice. Maybe if he had gone he'd be going to an Ivy League college when he got out of high school. Now, even if he had the highest grade point average in his whole class and was fucking valedictorian, he'd probably end up at the local university.

David's parents were waiting for him when he walked in the door. "David, son, your father and I need to speak with you."

David hung his coat up in the hall closet and joined his parents in the den. His mother spoke for the both of them. She usually did. "David, the school principal called this afternoon. I couldn't reach your father or we would have come. Tell us what happened."

"Mom, Dad - I'm sorry. I let you down, I know." David shrugged and looked at the floor, at the wall behind his parents, anything but at their disappointed faces. "I was messing around during Chemistry class and you know."

David was surprised when his father cleared his throat and spoke. "Go to your room, David. Your mother will call you when dinner is ready. We'll tell you then what your punishment is to be. Understand?"

David nodded and answered, "Yes, sir." He went to his room, but David wasn't thinking about his punishment. He was thinking about Danny and about what they'd done today. Not the shit at school, the stuff afterward. It made him feel weird and tingly thinking about it. Was he queer? Did it make him gay to want that? More than just getting off, more than buddies, he wanted - he wanted - fuck, David didn't know what he wanted. He lay there trying not to think about it anymore until his mom called him downstairs.

She waited until after her husband said grace and they'd filled their plates before speaking. "David, your father and I have talked. For three months, you are grounded. You are to come straight home from school, starting from when you're allowed back, if they do allow you to go back. You will not accept rides from your friends; you will not go on any dates. You can spend your evenings and the weekends in study. Perhaps, this way you can still go to university."

David looked at his plate and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Why did they have to talk like that anyway? So formal, like they just got off the boat from Sweden and didn't know any slang. Fuck, they were both born right here. He knew better than to argue, though. David looked up and said, "Yes, ma'am. May I be excused, please?"

Mrs. Sandström nodded, but there was a knock at the front door before he could make his escape back to his room. David looked out and saw it was Danny. What he couldn't see through the window was that Danny had a black eye. It was perfectly noticeable after David opened the door and Danny stepped into the light.

"Hey, David."

David's mother had followed David into the room when she heard the knock. "My God! Danny? Are you all right?" She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Come in, come in." To David she said, "Quickly, go get some ice. Wrap it in a dishcloth. Hurry now!"

She took Danny's arm and gently led him to a chair. David was back with the ice, lickety-split.

David's father came in to see what the fuss was all about. Mrs. Sandström had Danny lean his head back as she applied the ice. She asked, "How did this happen? Who hit you, Danny?"

Danny tried to pull away, and David could tell he didn't want to answer. But once his mom got hold of something, she wouldn't let it drop. "Tell us, dear."

Danny whispered, "It was my dad, okay?" Danny raised his voice, but it sounded rusty, like he was trying not to cry. "He was mad and drunk. We got into a fight about, you know, the suspension. He called me a dumb fuck. Said I'd never amount to anything."

"Oh, Danny!" Danny's mother exclaimed.

"He punched me and threw me out of the house." Danny made a little noise in his throat, as if he were trying to get control over his voice again. "Can I stay here for a few days? Just until this blows over."

Mrs. Sandström was saying, "Of course," when her husband interrupted. "You may stay as long as you need, Danny. I will go to the authorities tomorrow and report this abuse."

Danny jumped up and pleaded, "Don't do that! This'll all blow over in a few days. Just don't. Please."

"Very well. This time I will wait, but if he does it again, I will go to the police."

Mr. Sandström left the room, and David's mother went back to fussing. "Hold this ice to your eye a bit longer. Are you hungry? Did you have any dinner?"

"Uh, no, ma'am. I didn't eat tonight."

"Come," she ordered. "You will eat."

David and Danny followed Mrs. Sandström into the dining room. She bustled around getting both the boys plates and taking away the cold food that David had abandoned earlier. They ate, and David's mother showed Danny to the foldout couch in the basement rec room. She patted his cheek when Danny said, "Thanks, Mrs. S, I really appreciate this."

David waited until he was sure his mom was gone before he said anything. "You going to be okay down here, buddy?"

"Yeah."

David shook his head. "I don't know which is worse, a black eye or being grounded for three months."

Danny squinted at David out of his one good eye and replied, "Then you're the dumb fuck. At least your parents care."

David knew it was true. Sometimes, even though they were weird and strict, his parents were good people. They'd never hit him, and never would. "You're right, Danny. Sometimes I am a dumb fuck. Night."

"Night. Now get the hell out of here so I can get some sleep."