So I cheated and just made it one guy trying to hit up on Danny but I did allude to the fact that Danny gets hit on all the time, so there’s that. :)
Also, I am SO SORRY that this is SO late. I’ll try and do better next time. Thank you for the prompt anon. I hope you get to see this.
I really, really like this one. One of my better ones.
Ethan’s returning from the bar, a drink in each hand for him and his boyfriend, when he sees it. Some stranger flirting with Danny. He senses no distress from his boyfriend, so he makes his way over at a normal pace. Determined to let Danny handle the situation himself. He can take care of himself, Ethan is sure.
Though, it doesn’t stop the slight tinge of worry prickling at the back of his neck. Occupational hazard, he thinks to himself.
Slipping between a couple of the club’s patrons, he peeks a glance towards his destination. To anyone else, it looks innocent enough; two people having a casual conversation.
But Ethan knows better. Can see the guys intentions with his boyfriend clear as day. Can see it in the way he’s looking at Danny. Can see it in how close he is to Danny; how the gap between them is getting smaller with every second. He can smell the guy’s arousal from where he’s standing.
Even in the middle of all of the sweaty, grinding bodies around him, he can smell it. How it’s mixing with Danny’s pure scent.
That’s what drives him over the edge. Not that the guy is flirting with Danny – his boyfriend. Ethan gets it. His boyfriend is hot. He understands completely. He can handle other guys, and sometimes girls, flirting with Danny. One flash of those glorious dimples and Danny’s got the world at his feet.
He’s a big boy. He’s not worried about Danny straying. At all. He trusts him. Ethan knows that if at any point Danny no longer wanted to be with him, he’d be the first to know. They’ve been there before.
They’ve started over before. Started fresh. They’re on solid footing now. Theirs is a bond that cannot be so easily broken.
No, what drives him over the edge; what brings out the big green werewolf of jealousy, is the guys scent mixing in with Danny’s, looking to erase Ethan’s own. Ever since they’d gotten back together almost a year and a half ago, Ethan’s scent had been mixed in with Danny’s. It excites him to know that other wolves, or any other supernatural someone with enhanced senses, would know right away that Danny and Ethan were a thing. An item. Together and very, very intimate.
It’s a primal werewolf thing, he thinks, to want to mark Danny as his. Though, he’s under no illusions. Completely aware that Danny is not his; he doesn’t own him. You can’t own other people. Just that Danny is as much Ethan’s as Ethan is Danny’s.
They belong to each other. They belong together. That had been painfully clear in all the time that they weren’t.
By the time he reaches them, though, he’s got himself under control and his hand is steady as he hands Danny his drink.
“Here you go,” he says, calmly. Schooling his voice and his features appropriately. “One sex on the beach.” He gives Danny a look as he says it, halfway between flirty and downright filthy. Danny looks up, his eyes meeting Ethan’s and a blush colors his face along with his dimples.
A flash of memories come barrelling into his mind. Memories of last summer. Clear blue waters, white sand, and the two of them in a secluded spot, away from others. Where they’d been completely alone with each other for hours.
He smiles into his own drink, taking a long sip. Danny doing the same.
“Who’s your friend?” Ethan says, stressing the word ‘friend’ hard, barely sparing the stranger a glance. All his focus on Danny.
“Oh, we just met,” Danny replies. He gestures towards Ethan, “This is Ethan, my boyfriend. Ethan, this is – i’m sorry. I don’t recall your name?” Something in Danny’s tone, suggests to Ethan that Danny does remember his name, though. He hides behind his drink to conceal his smirk.
The stranger looks pressed that Danny hadn’t remembered his name.
“Mark. My name is Mark.”
“Right, of course. Mark. Sorry, Ethan this is Mark. He was just telling me that he owns the club.”
Ethan’s eyebrows raise in shock, “Really? Well, congratulations. Your grand opening seems to be a huge success.”
“Thanks,” Mark says, dryly, unimpressed. Mark gets up to leave, “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it, then. Hope you have a good time.”
“We will.” The both of them say at the same time with matching smiles.
Mark leaves and Ethan takes the vacated spot next to Danny.
“Thank God. I thought he was never going to leave.”
Ethan laughs. “Did you even tell him you were with someone?”
Danny takes another sip of his drink. “I kind of want to leave now.”
“What? No. We haven’t even been here that long.” Ethan protests. “Let’s finish our drinks and have one dance. And after that, if you still wanna go, we’ll go.”
“Ok, then. But I get to lead.”