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They stay there like that for a bit longer, talking softly until Arin asks if Dan wants to stay the rest of the night. Dan agrees, but his condition is that Arin has to eat something, so they end up in the kitchen and Arin eats something light but filling, while Dan helps himself to the snacks in the cabinet. Afterwards, Arin excuses himself to give Suzy a call, slipping away outside through the sliding glass door in the living room.

They talk over the phone for a while. Arin tiredly explains to her the good news and Dan's conditions but doesn't forget to apologize for his behavior and for making her worry. He says that things still don't feel amazing, but they're better than they have been, and he thanks her for all her help, letting her know that he loves and misses her.

He rejoins Dan not long after, and they sit down and play a game together and just have a fun time, easily slipping back into things like nothing happened at all. When they get tired, they head into Arin and Suzy's room to put on a movie in case they fall asleep while watching something.

Under the warm blankets, they hold each other close. Arin's head rests upon Dan's shoulder, with Dan's cheek pressing against the younger's crown. Their fingers connect easily, and though they're watching a movie and though they're sleepy, they talk some more, making each other giggle softly and smile like idiots.

Part of Arin is afraid that Dan's going to eventually change his mind and that this won't work out, but for now he tries not to think about it, just allowing himself to enjoy his time here with his best friend and potential lover while he can.

Saturday comes and goes like it's nothing. It's not a bad day or anything, but very slow. Instead of lying around all day, they decide to get back to work at the office, where things can feel a lot more normal for them, so that they can record a few episodes in advance until it's time to leave.

Arin doesn't want to be sleeping alone again, but he also doesn't want to make Dan uncomfortable so soon, especially since they're technically in public and they're not planning on saying anything yet to anyone about whatever this relationship is now. So Arin doesn't suggest that Dan spend the last night with him tonight, he doesn't hug him goodbye or kiss his cheek or tell him that he loves him like he wants to. He just lets Dan go his separate way with a small smile, a wave, and a "drive safe, Dan, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are you sure you want to be alone?" Dan asks him then, his fingers curling around the door handle. "I know how you get."

"It's okay, I'll manage," Arin insists with a dismissive wave of his hand and a nervous chuckle, opening up his own door. "You go home and get some rest and don't fuckin' worry about me, okay? Goodnight, Danny."

Dan frowns a little, but he nods. "Okay," he says, unsure and reluctant. "Goodnight, Arin."

Arin leaves after Dan does. The drive home gives him some time to think, but his insecurities are what rise to the surface first. He tries his best to ignore them until he gets to his house, where he can drown them out and forget about them until the morning.

He stops to pick up liquor on his way home, and he doesn't touch the bottle he buys that now sits on the front seat until he's taking it inside; he's not going to drink and drive again.

And when he sits on his couch to drink and play games and forget what's going on in his head, he feels good, a lot better. He almost wishes that he could call Dan over to hang out, even, but decides against it and eventually just heads upstairs to bed.

He pauses on his way, coming to a stop in front of the guest bedroom and then he gently pushes open the door. It's still a mess from when Dan was sleeping in it- Arin hasn't touched anything in here since then.

He feels dizzy as he steps inside, staggering - in his somewhere between drunk and tipsy state - over to the bed. The sheets are only barely on and the pillows are out of place, but Arin runs his fingers over all of it. It all somehow still smells like Dan, despite him being absent from the room for three days, and Arin breathes in, his mind going back to the other night where Dan sat, leaning against the headboard with his eyes heavy, and the sheets around his hips with his chest full of small curls exposed to the cool air as the soft, glowing light from the lamp washed over him and painted him with golden highlights.

Fuck, thinking back to it turns Arin on so much that his heart is pounding and he can hear it, he can feel it everywhere- in the tips of his fingers, his head, his wrists, between his thighs, and his chest where it's the strongest.

It's like he blacks out, because he doesn't remember getting on the bed or unbuttoning his shirt or undoing his shorts. When did his fingers wind up in his own hair, tugging on the strands? When did he spread his thighs wide open, and when did he start touching himself? He draws in a quick, sharp breath at the feeling of it all, his mouth falling open just a little, but no sound escaping. His toes curl against the bunched up sheets and blankets and he twitches just a bit, his legs shaking and heart racing.

He bites down hard on his own lip as his hand works fast on his cock and his mind wanders to Dan again, but this time, Arin lets himself imagine him differently, allows a dumb fantasy of the older man to play out in his brain if it's going to help get him off faster.

Dan, leaning against the headboard like the other night. His eyes meet Arin's until the younger man climbs into bed, into Dan's lap like he weighs nothing. Dan gently brushes a thumb against Arin's lip, brings him closer to kiss him softly on the mouth. Arin deepens it as Dan's hands move to underneath the younger's shirt, fingertips ghosting against the skin there.

Arin, in reality, lets go of his own hair and runs his fingers over his body, touching himself in every sensitive place he knows he has to make himself jerk and gasp and whine inaudibly, swearing under his breath when he imagines that it's Dan touching him in all of these places, imagines that Dan is the one to make his stomach flutter in pleasure like this.

He imagines Dan whispering to him in a low voice as his fingers brush across his skin, imagines Dan kissing him deeply and pinning his wrists above his head, imagines Dan's fingers in his hair and tugging as his lips move to his exposed neck. Arin's breathing shallowly as he gets closer to the edge, his eyes shut tight enough to start giving him a headache. His back arches a little, and his wrist is starting to get tired but he pushes through.

He imagines Dan kissing his tummy, eyelashes brushing lightly against the skin and tickling him. Dan, kissing his inner thighs to make his heart beat faster. Dan, moving to put his fingers inside of him.

Arin comes almost embarrassingly easily at the thought, each touch after the orgasm sensitive in overwhelming waves. He doesn't make a sound, but then again, he's not a very vocal person at all in bed, so the room is weirdly quiet. He goes limp as he comes back to himself, his face feeling too hot and his hand too sticky and it's making him uncomfortable. A wave of nausea hits him and he waits for it to pass before he gets up on wobbly legs, his head spinning from the alcohol.

He shivers as he makes his way to the bathroom, his heart slowing down while he cleans himself up and hopes he doesn't get any stains on his clothes. He leaves himself a note as a reminder to clean up the guest bedroom in the morning and uses the bathroom before getting undressed all the way and going into his own bedroom to toss the clothes into the hamper, falling into his own clean bed.

He falls asleep easily somehow despite being alone. Could be from the alcohol or the orgasm, but he isn't really sure and doesn't really care.

His alarm is what wakes him. He'd forgotten that he was supposed to leave around noon to pick up Suzy at the airport, and right now it's eleven and he's a little hungover again. He groans as he leaves his bed and takes a shower, and then cleans up the sheets with the feeling of guilt, shame and embarrassment hanging over him like some sort of cloud.

He takes some headache relief because there's no way he's going to be able to deal with traffic otherwise, heads down to the kitchen to eat something small, such as crackers, and then kills the rest of the time until he has to leave by feeding the cats and checking his phone.

He's planning on picking up Suzy and taking her to lunch before he brings her home to spend the rest of the day with her. He's missed her so much, and he feels he doesn't deserve her after all the fretting he's made her do this past week. He should at least take her out.

When they get back to the house, though, Arin has to call Dan over- Suzy had said last night that she wanted to just talk to them both, especially Dan, in person to make sure they understand the conditions she has as well, and to make sure everybody's clear on the situation.

It doesn't take long to get to the airport, but he's waiting there for a while, it seems. In the meantime he texts Dan and tells him that he needs to come and meet him and Suzy at the younger's house in about two and a half hours or so, giving Arin enough time to take Suzy out to lunch and get her home and settled in before Dan gets there.

The older man agrees to come, but doesn't get why until Arin tells him that Suzy wants to talk to the both of them about this new relationship. Dan mostly just says "okay" and asks Arin to just text him when he wants him to leave his house.

Eventually, Suzy calls and informs Arin that she made it through security and that she's heading out. He waits for her right outside the building, and when she comes through the glass doors, the first thing Arin can do is kiss her and hug her, lifting her off of the ground and spinning her around before he sets her back down with a small smile.

"I've missed you," he tells her, and with a tired grin she brushes her fingers against his cheek.

"I've missed you too, baby," she replies, voice soft. "I've been worried about you, about how you've been doing while I was not able to be with you to comfort you. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," he assures her with a nod, grabbing her luggage for her. "Let's get you something to eat and get you home and we'll talk."

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Yikes I forgot about this djdkdk