I might. (He looks on the verge of laughter, but he doesn't get there, instead just smiling at Corry like he is truly putting on a one-man performance for Danny and Danny alone. He gazes at Corry, a bit struck by the way the man is looking at him, and in truth, he is wondering what it would be like to be pulled apart by Corry. If he would be rough or gentle.)
Luckily for you, I wasn't exactly looking at anyone in this place until I saw you. (Well, actually. He laughs then.) Or, I guess until I saw you seeing me.
(Then he realized that there was some sort of weird possibility here. He allows himself to be guided into looking up at Corry, and man, he's tall and handsome as hell and Danny has to remind himself that this guy probably was way too good for a bathroom blowjob.
Then Corry says that and Danny's smile fades, but not in any absence of joy. Quite the opposite. His pupils dilate and his mouth hangs open ever so slightly, his heart picking up. He stands up finally, almost dizzy with the surreal situation he was absolutely not expecting. A part of him wants to just scream uh, fuck yeah, take me home right now.
But then his brain catches up to reality and he blinks at Corry, suddenly a bit shy, a smile on his face again, but a bit cagey.)
Yeah, no. That's cool. (Give him a second to catch up. He's standing a bit straighter, leaning back into the bar, and he's thinking. He glances over his shoulder at the bartender and then back to the guy because well- well. Bridget's stupid statistics were rattling through his head and all of his mom's stranger danger bullshit and the whole...)
It's just, you know. (He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, suddenly feeling totally out of his depth.)
I'm not exactly...I'm sorta lacking some parts. So. My body might not live up to...whatever's going on in your head right now. (Okay, well, that speech probably could have gone better but now he's just giving Corry a strained smile and genuinely? Expecting some sort of rejection.)
It's cool if you're not into that sorta thing. I get it. You don't need to feel guilty or anything if you're not into certain genitalia. My sister says there's this whole thing where people can have genital preferences and do it in a non-transphobic way, but most people are pretty shitty about it, but I think there's some nuance there, so I'm not saying you're transphobic if you don't want me anymore, but it's just like...
(Danny, you are officially talking way too much. He clamps his mouth shut.)
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Date: 2024-01-01 01:32 pm (UTC)Luckily for you, I wasn't exactly looking at anyone in this place until I saw you. (Well, actually. He laughs then.) Or, I guess until I saw you seeing me.
(Then he realized that there was some sort of weird possibility here. He allows himself to be guided into looking up at Corry, and man, he's tall and handsome as hell and Danny has to remind himself that this guy probably was way too good for a bathroom blowjob.
Then Corry says that and Danny's smile fades, but not in any absence of joy. Quite the opposite. His pupils dilate and his mouth hangs open ever so slightly, his heart picking up. He stands up finally, almost dizzy with the surreal situation he was absolutely not expecting. A part of him wants to just scream uh, fuck yeah, take me home right now.
But then his brain catches up to reality and he blinks at Corry, suddenly a bit shy, a smile on his face again, but a bit cagey.)
Yeah, no. That's cool. (Give him a second to catch up. He's standing a bit straighter, leaning back into the bar, and he's thinking. He glances over his shoulder at the bartender and then back to the guy because well- well. Bridget's stupid statistics were rattling through his head and all of his mom's stranger danger bullshit and the whole...)
It's just, you know. (He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, suddenly feeling totally out of his depth.)
I'm not exactly...I'm sorta lacking some parts. So. My body might not live up to...whatever's going on in your head right now. (Okay, well, that speech probably could have gone better but now he's just giving Corry a strained smile and genuinely? Expecting some sort of rejection.)
It's cool if you're not into that sorta thing. I get it. You don't need to feel guilty or anything if you're not into certain genitalia. My sister says there's this whole thing where people can have genital preferences and do it in a non-transphobic way, but most people are pretty shitty about it, but I think there's some nuance there, so I'm not saying you're transphobic if you don't want me anymore, but it's just like...
(Danny, you are officially talking way too much. He clamps his mouth shut.)
I'm gonna shut up now.