errantechoes | (no subject)

Who: Teddy and Daniel
What: Daniel crashes a frat party
Warnings: A pair of homophobic dicks who refuse to admit they're both in the closet

Usually Daniel kept to the bars downtown. He slipped into the gay bars like some sort of tourist, playing at an arrogant sort of curiosity about why on earth a man would ever want to do anything with another man. That is, until he ended up leaving with some guy, usually barely old enough to drink, and end up in some dark alcove. He'd always leave before things went too far. But tonight, he ended up being dragged along to some big frat party. He acted like there was no way that was his thing. But it wasn't long before he stopped caring about those who dragged him along and was simply enjoying himself. A drink in one hand, he leaned close to the guy he'd been checking out for the last half hour--not that he'd ever admit to that, of course. "If there'd been parties like this back home, college would have been a FAR better experience." His accent placed as being fresh out of England. Manchester, to be exact.

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"Holy fuck."

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.

A grin settled on Daniel's face, a sharp shark's grin for a man who knew just how much he'd won. He could see the jealousy and resentment on Teddy's face. He could practically smell it. And it delight him. Not in any sort of physical capacity. Oh no. This was strictly alpha male dominance, and nothing else. He'd proven he was better. Plain and simple. While shirtless and now sticky with spilled beer. Better than this adonis of a college boy.

He took Teddy's hand in a firm, nearly crushing grip, before dragging him closer. He gripped that hand against his chest, forcing him to be close. Just to prove his dominance in that social sort of way that had no implications outside of that.

"Didn't I tell you?" He said, his head cocked slightly. "I'm a diver. Got a bit of practice with holding my breath." As if that's all it was. He patted Teddy on the cheek so hard it was nearly a slap. "Nothing to do with luck."