I know that I started this with Denny Crane sitting musing over what happened in the hotel. I did have to stretch it out over 2 chapters but those chapters were a recollection of what happened from his and Alan’s POV. Now we return to the balcony….

Chapter 3

Denny shook his head slightly as he recalled how they had eaten their pancake breakfast at the hotel in relative silence and then had gone about their own business. Getting dressed, going to work and disrupting board meetings as if nothing had ever happened. That was two days ago and still ‘the talk’ that Alan had promised they would have about what happened between them had not yet come to pass. But Denny knew it was coming. It was inevitable. If nothing, Alan Shore was a man of his word.

Just knowing that ‘the talk’ was coming was enough to throw him off his game, he’d been… cloudy, the last few days. Most in the office had simply dismissed it as being his ‘mad cow’ again.

But the truth of it all was that it wasn’t the mad cow - Denny was nervous. And Denny Crane never got nervous. He had faced up to some of the biggest judges and attorneys in the country, stood before thousands of people on countless occasions and expressed unpopular opinions. But nothing could compare to this. Walking around with the knowledge that Alan would eventually want to talk about what had happened that night was almost too much for him to bear.

Denny Crane was ultimately anxious because….. he had kissed Alan back.

As much as he vehemently denied it to himself. But all the excuses in the world couldn’t remove the fact that Alan had made an advance in his sleep and, being fully conscious, Denny had kissed him back. He didn’t know why he’d done it. But he knew that Alan would figure it out eventually. And he was terrified at the possibility of losing his best friend.

But of course, all of this played out under Denny’s thick, bomb-shelter-like exterior, which was nearly impenetrable to anything life could throw at him. No-one around him would have had a clue as to what he was thinking at this moment. Hell, sometimes even HE didn’t know what he was thinking.

At that thought, he decided it was definitely time to stand up to get his scotch off the ledge.

Once he’d retrieved it, he stood and looked out onto the beautifully man-lit city. Wondering to himself if Alan was going to come and join him on the balcony, wondering if he really wanted him to.

“Evening Denny.”

It was as if fate had heard him thinking.

Denny sipped languidly from his scotch glass and bent over to rest his elbows onto the ledge. Upon some reflection he decided he did want Alan there. Awkward or not, Alan was his friend – his best friend. Without missing a beat, Denny fell back into the old routine and began immediately with the current office gossip.

“Heard you bit a client today.”

Alan walked over and stood a little closer than normal next to Denny and admired the cityscape.

“She was trying to choke me. I saw fit to defend myself.”

Denny laughed.

“Ha! What did you do? Try to hit on her?”

“Heavens no! She’s a sasquatch.”

The older man nodded.

“Ugly girl huh?”

“No, I mean she’s literally a sasquatch, at least she claims to be. Says she was raised by Bigfoot and his ape-wife in the forest. She actually wanted to be put on the endangered species list in the hopes of receiving free medical care.”

At this statement Alan looked over at Denny with an amused smirk on his face. Denny for his part, had the decency to look mildly shocked.

“So why did Saskatchewan try to choke you?”

“Sasquatch Denny, Saskatchewan’s a province. And she tried to choke me after I asked why she had so little body hair.”

“For that she tried to choke you?”

“I also might have mentioned that she had no chance of winning the motion….. And that whether she was a Sasquatch or not, my bet was on her mother being a dirty ape.”

Denny chuckled and stuck his cigar into his mouth as he tried to gently distance himself from Alan by sitting down in his chair and leaning back into it. Alan shot Denny another amused smirk, then quietly joined him.

For a while they sat that way in a comfortable silence, sipping scotch and smoking cigars, enjoying the view. Enjoying the fact that they were up above the noise and organised chaos that was Boston. Sitting, sharing in the quiet joy of a friendship.

Alan sipped his scotch and, taking a breath, he prepared to speak:

“You’re sexually attracted to me.”

Denny’s jaw dropped as he stared in complete shock at the other man. As a result, the cigar he was smoking fell out his mouth and down into his lap.

Denny jumped up rapidly and cursed as he knocked the cigar away and onto the ground. After slapping at his legs extensively to get the cigar ash off them, he turned his head again to stare at Alan, who had not moved. He was just sitting there, watching him with a bemused smile on his face.

He looked at Alan wide eyed. He spoke harshly as though Alan had just deeply insulted him.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me. I’ve deduced that you’re sexually attracted to me.”

Denny snorted and walked over to the balcony ledge.

“And they say I’m the one who’s losing my mind.”

Alan continued, unperturbed.

“I’ve been thinking about what happened the other night, and I’ve come to realize that I missed something. While reading over the Kellerman deposition, it suddenly occurred to me that I was asleep the other night.”\

“That’s only just occurred to you?”

At this point Alan stood up and slowly walked over to Denny, who backed up a little as though wanting to keep his distance. Prove he was a hetero. Alan was having none of it.

He stepped closer and put his hands on Denny’s upper arms, in an attempt to keep him there for what he was about to say to him. He looked Denny straight in the eyes and used his gentle voice. He knew that this was something that Denny didn’t want to hear, but it needed to be said.

“I was asleep Denny, you weren’t. So when I kissed you, it was because I was either dreaming of kissing a woman, or thinking you were somebody else or one of a million other reasons why a sleeping person kisses someone.”

Denny’s mind almost started to wander, thinking about what those reasons might possibly be. But Alan stepping even closer brought him straight back to reality.

“When you kissed me back….. you knew what you were doing. I have thought about this at length, and the only reason I can come up with as to why you would kiss me back… is because you are sexually attracted to me.”

Denny suddenly wished he had his gun on him. He’d make this pansy shut up quick smart! Then he came to the alarming realisation that he only wanted his gun because he didn’t have another answer for Alan, no other excuse to give him to explain it all away.

Alan noted his silence and continued.

“It’s okay, I know it’s not within you to believe it, much less admit it. So I’ll prove it to you.”

Suddenly Alan’s lips were upon Denny’s. Denny wondered how such soft lips could sometimes be the bearer of such harsh words. And the sneaky bastard wasn’t even kissing him properly! He was chastely teasing, taunting Denny, waiting for him to kiss back.

And he was sick of fighting it. If anyone asked, he’d tell them that Alan ambushed him, Denny thought to himself as he closed the millimetres of distance and turned the kiss into something else, something deeper. Mouths met hungrily, greedily devouring the other. Instinctively, Denny shoved his hands inside of Alan’s coat and was holding onto him like his life depended on it.

Alan however was much more respectful, he knew that if he made one wrong move, Denny would break the kiss…. And would probably break him too. And he didn’t want that.

This is what he’d wanted all along.

Throughout the sleepovers and nights on the balcony he’d wondered about this moment. Whether it would ever happen and if he’d be brave enough to initiate it. That’s why he’d kissed Denny that fateful night. Somewhere in his subconscious, his brain knew what it wanted and had sought to get it, no matter what the cost.

After a period of time, and slowly comprehending that they were both running out of air, they broke the kiss. Alan stared at Denny as though he was completely lost, gulping air while he tried to think of something witty to say. But the best he could come up with was:

“Told you.”

jadecastle6

Title: Nocturnal Admissions
Pairing: Alan/Denny preslash, slash. Cause I'm a sucker for the slashy goodness.
Series: None
Rating: M at the moment
Length: 1,262 words.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, just playing with the anatomically correct dolls. Which Toyworld does not sell by the way. Nazi's.
Summary: Alan still needs Denny to protect him from night terrors, but what if Denny's presence wasn't enough to stop him from having them? SLASH!
Authors notes: This is my first fic and II wrote this entire chapter on a motorola hiptop slide
(otherwise known as a sidekick slide net phone) while sitting on my bed with a
psychotic snoring dog sitting on my lap.
I AM SOME KIND OF GOD!
Beta: Jadecastle6! She is made of kickass. Plus she gives me MnMs so I got that going on for me...
 

Chapter One

Denny Crane sat in the comfy chair on the balcony. His balcony. Cigar inhand and a glass of single malt resting on the balcony ledge. But hewasn't drinking it. He couldn't. He couldn't reach it from where he was. He'd been distracted and didn't bring it with him when he came to sit down. And at his age sitting down and standing up was a... well a process. And Denny didn't feel like starting it again yet. So he sat, quite still, apart from the occasional pull on his cigar.

Denny was angry, at least he thought he was. He was... confused. Something had happened and it had distracted him so badly that he had forgotten to retrieve his glass of scotch. And forgotten to do his daily crossword, and forgotten to say "lock and load" when he sat down to the board meeting, and forgotten to get his shoes shined and he'd even forgotten to try to pinch Schmidt's ass in the elevator when she stood in front of him and had unwittingly given him a glimpse of her 'rear vision'.

But what had happened to make him forget those things?

... No wait... his train of thought had somehow shifted over to Shirley's rump. What was he thinking about?

Oh yes. The thing that made him distracted today. The thing that happened and had served to mess his head up (which was just unfair in Denny's opinion, his brain was messed up enough under normal circumstances). It had happened last night during one of his and Alan's sleepovers...

They had just finished watching The Illusionist and playing a humorous game of 'I never' when they had settled into their respective sleeping positions. Denny on the right side of the hotel's king-sized bed and, separated by a line of pillows, Alan was on the left. Lying in the relative dark, aside from the scattered low lights of the city that
threatened to spill in under the curtains, the two men lay looking up at the ceiling. Contented by the company, a little drowsy from the scotch drank during their game, and tired from the late hour.

"Alan?"
"Yes Denny."
"What didja think of that broad in the movie?"
"Jessica Biel?"
"Yeah."
Alan pondered
"I think, Jessica Biel might be one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen. Although I may be overstating."
"Hardly. She's a looker, shame she didn't get naked."
Alan gave a small chuckle.
"What did you think of Edward Norton?"
"Who?"
"Edward Norton, he played the Illusionist."
"What, that magician guy? Didn't want to see him naked."
Alan responded while smiling.
"No Denny! I meant his performance, his acting."
"Ah...it was okay. Still would have liked to see that Biel woman naked."
After a few more comments about Edward Norton's acting, the magic tricks of the movie and Jessica Biel's knockers, the pair became silent again.
"Denny?"
Denny grunted his answer.
"Thankyou."
"For what?"
"For being a friend, for coming over to these sleepovers despite your raging homophobia. For helping me get rid of the night terrors and many other things, thankyou."
"Not at all my friend, I like our sleepovers."
Alan smiled and rolled over onto his side to face Denny.

"Goodnight Denny"
"Night."

Sometime later, hours later, Alan's eyes opened and he sat bolt upright in bed panting and gasping as though he couldn't catch air. He was sweating. He threw his blanket off and began rushing toward the balcony
door and found himself stopped dead in his tracks. Something was stopping his body from moving forward no matter how much he shifted his feet. But the voices were getting closer - he needed to run!

Denny was jolted awake through a mid-pig sounding snore by the feel of the tether around his waist being pulled at. When he realised what this tugging sensation meant and his ears began to register the desperate panting and terrified moans coming from near the balcony door, Denny sprang into action. He pulled himself out of the bed and started grabbing hold of the rope a little bit at a time to maintain the tension. He didn't want Alan gaining more ground toward the balcony.

When he was standing less than 3 feet away from Alan he started to speak.
"Alan, go back to bed."
Alan hesitated in his struggles and after a brief pause, redoubled his efforts to get away, his feet rubbing against the carpet as they took him nowhere step after step. Denny slowly came closer the frightened man.
"Alan? Go back to bed, there's nothing to be scared of."
Alan hesitated again when he heard Denny's voice. Denny spoke more forcefully this time, stepping in front of Alan to block his escape, and dropping the rope to grab onto Alan's upper arms.
"It's Denny. You're dreaming, go back to bed. Everything’s okay."
Seeming to suddenly run out of energy Alan slumped into Denny's arms and began sobbing, still in his sleep.
Denny was never much one for comforting crying men, found it damn nauseating for grown men to cry truth be told. But the fact that this man was asleep and wouldn't remember made it a lot easier to stomach. And he felt sorry for the poor guy. So he accepted Alan's weight on him and rubbed his back and quietly said.
"It’s okay."
He kept repeating it, hoping to calm his friend down enough to get him back to bed.
Alan had rested his forehead against Denny's and the crying man was gripping onto Denny's shoulders as though they were the only things holding him up and tears were running down his face.

Then suddenly, mid sob, stopped crying. His eyes had stopped searching around and were instead, fixed onto the confused eyes of the man holding him. He suddenly tilted his face forward to brush his lips against Denny's. And without much warning, he turned this small contact into a kiss. A soft parting of the lips and he took Denny's bottom lip between his own. Denny for the most part, let it happen. And he would deny it up and down later, but he reciprocated.

After a few seconds of this tender contact, Alan unexpectedly stopped moving and froze. Denny felt the other man’s muscles twitch as it happened.

Alan pulled away as he stood up abruptly, taking his weight off Denny. His eyes, once glassy and unfocused, were now clear and searching, trying to figure out what was happening. He took in the feel of his hands on Denny's shoulders and dropped them quickly. He took a short step backward and looked around, taking in the vacant bed and the tether that was now on the floor. Then he slowly brought his hand to his lips and dropped it quickly, shooting a look at Denny, who for his part, was standing there watching Alan's reaction while trying to also figure out what the hell just happened. A look of realisation crossed Alan's face but he quickly masked it, not quickly enough for Denny to see it though.

Alan sucked in a breath and held it, appearing to be on the verge of saying something. He paused like that for a few seconds, then shut his mouth and walked over to the bed and got into it. Pulling the covers over himself and lying still. Denny quietly took a deep breath, taking the hint. He walked over and got back into bed. With both men facing opposite sides they stayed completely still until they finally fell asleep.