"We already know that's true," Steve said, nipping the edge of Danny's stomach, right below the rung of his bottom rib. Smarting and sarcastic, as much as pressed in and down, like obviously that's the truth. Fighting Danny and his barrage of words, who was an idiot if he didn't realize it was all over him. Except he did. Even that was in his tone. Denial, but something heady and thick threaded in it.
This whole position, on his side, half laying against Danny wasn't actually great for getting any lower without moving. But that was fine. For now, this second. When he didn't want to be all that far from Danny's face or his voice. Didn't want to shake the hand gripping him. If anything he wanted to be able to see and hear all it, push him further. Make that hold hard, frantic, desperate, wanting.
"You're impossible," Steve said, mockingly stern, and not even care that he sound half distracted. Eyes tracking down as he let his hand slide down, following his thumb in the cut of muscle all the way down. The juncture of his thigh and his groin. Steve let his hand lift, to hard to be a drift, palming Danny. "Full of crap." When every word might as well have been a completely different one.
Pitch dropping as Steve drug his fingers up, catching on the ring of skin at the head, before running them right back. Because it was as true as it wasn't ever true. Danny could be impossible and full of crap. But. He wasn't that right now. No, right now, all he was thinking, aside from the hammer of his heart in his chest thundering away at any sanity, was else wise.
The he was only thing that kept Steve on his toes. Coming back. Sane. That drove him crazy at the same time.
The only thing that held his attention, and was still there at the end of every day, whatever that meant.
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Date: 2012-12-08 05:22 pm (UTC)This whole position, on his side, half laying against Danny wasn't actually great for getting any lower without moving. But that was fine. For now, this second. When he didn't want to be all that far from Danny's face or his voice. Didn't want to shake the hand gripping him. If anything he wanted to be able to see and hear all it, push him further. Make that hold hard, frantic, desperate, wanting.
"You're impossible," Steve said, mockingly stern, and not even care that he sound half distracted. Eyes tracking down as he let his hand slide down, following his thumb in the cut of muscle all the way down. The juncture of his thigh and his groin. Steve let his hand lift, to hard to be a drift, palming Danny. "Full of crap." When every word might as well have been a completely different one.
Pitch dropping as Steve drug his fingers up, catching on the ring of skin at the head, before running them right back. Because it was as true as it wasn't ever true. Danny could be impossible and full of crap. But. He wasn't that right now. No, right now, all he was thinking, aside from the hammer of his heart in his chest thundering away at any sanity, was else wise.
The he was only thing that kept Steve on his toes. Coming back. Sane. That drove him crazy at the same time.
The only thing that held his attention, and was still there at the end of every day, whatever that meant.