That's it. That's all that was said when Daniel was lowered. Pete, with his heavy lashes and sleepy smile, glances over at Scoonie who actually said it, and then over at Teddy.
Teddy's face is absolutely unreadable. He's staring, taking in the other, taking in the look on Daniel's face. It's...
It's hot. Daniel Coltrane is hot and it's not fair. He's got a body that won't quit and Teddy's not gay, but if he was, he'd probably jerk off to that later. Something highly attractive about the way some of the alcohol is still on his chin.
There's another part, though, cutting deep and clawing at him like a dog gnaws on a bone. Not only did he loose in front of his own people but he lost to an older man and a fucking Brit. There's tenseness in his jaw, his shoulders square a little bit as he stares the other down, blue eyes staring at blue.
Silence still reigns over the backyard. Teddy, hand moving to his own jaw, rubs at it as he knowingly rakes his gaze across Daniel. Sizing him up--an alpha male eyeing the competition. The competition that had won.
"Teddy?" Pete asks. There's a brief hint of worry.
Teddy turns sharply to address the crowd and throws both of his hands up. "Let's throw this guy a fucking PARTY!" He shouts, and the crowd immediately cheers wildly and goes back into party mode. It doesn't mean Teddy's happy, but he's a man. He may not fucking like it, but he has to respect it. Even if he's going to be purposely looking for a fight later. Probably with Daniel.
"Beginner's fucking luck," He manages, but extends a hand.
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That's it. That's all that was said when Daniel was lowered. Pete, with his heavy lashes and sleepy smile, glances over at Scoonie who actually said it, and then over at Teddy.
Teddy's face is absolutely unreadable. He's staring, taking in the other, taking in the look on Daniel's face. It's...
It's hot. Daniel Coltrane is hot and it's not fair. He's got a body that won't quit and Teddy's not gay, but if he was, he'd probably jerk off to that later. Something highly attractive about the way some of the alcohol is still on his chin.
There's another part, though, cutting deep and clawing at him like a dog gnaws on a bone. Not only did he loose in front of his own people but he lost to an older man and a fucking Brit. There's tenseness in his jaw, his shoulders square a little bit as he stares the other down, blue eyes staring at blue.
Silence still reigns over the backyard. Teddy, hand moving to his own jaw, rubs at it as he knowingly rakes his gaze across Daniel. Sizing him up--an alpha male eyeing the competition. The competition that had won.
"Teddy?" Pete asks. There's a brief hint of worry.
Teddy turns sharply to address the crowd and throws both of his hands up. "Let's throw this guy a fucking PARTY!" He shouts, and the crowd immediately cheers wildly and goes back into party mode. It doesn't mean Teddy's happy, but he's a man. He may not fucking like it, but he has to respect it. Even if he's going to be purposely looking for a fight later. Probably with Daniel.
"Beginner's fucking luck," He manages, but extends a hand.