He takes that roll of the eyes with a grain of salt, lets it slide off his back without digging in, because it's deflection and he knows it, knows Steve knows he knows. So is that comment, but Danny can rise above that kind of shit.
Most of the time, anyway. "You think so? I was thinking it might not work so well for conversation, but I have to admit it's got its place."
It does. When Steve melts against his, loose and lazy and feeling okay enough to snipe back at him, he definitely can't say there's anything wrong with either kissing or groping. Jesus Christ, he's not even used to it yet, still feels his head spin dizzy with bewilderment when he thinks about it too hard. Being here. Everything that led up to being here. Steve wanting him. His own spun-around perspective. The impossibility of it still happening, except it's still happening.
One gorgeous, brilliant, bright point to his days and weeks.
He shifts to find the most comfortable spot, Steve still half curled over him, while his hand slides to Steve's shoulder, half lifts, gesturing slightly. "What, I can't be curious? I have this reaction when you get all wound up in your own head, okay, it is so rarely about anything good."
Not that there's anything wrong with that, right now. Right? If Steve can't relax enough to actually think about all the things happening here, now, with him, then where can he? It's not a problem. Danny doesn't want to keep it from happening, okay, but anything he can do to mitigate the worst of it is what he'll try.
The kissing and groping, though, they do have some pleasant side benefits.
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He takes that roll of the eyes with a grain of salt, lets it slide off his back without digging in, because it's deflection and he knows it, knows Steve knows he knows. So is that comment, but Danny can rise above that kind of shit.
Most of the time, anyway. "You think so? I was thinking it might not work so well for conversation, but I have to admit it's got its place."
It does. When Steve melts against his, loose and lazy and feeling okay enough to snipe back at him, he definitely can't say there's anything wrong with either kissing or groping. Jesus Christ, he's not even used to it yet, still feels his head spin dizzy with bewilderment when he thinks about it too hard. Being here. Everything that led up to being here. Steve wanting him. His own spun-around perspective. The impossibility of it still happening, except it's still happening.
One gorgeous, brilliant, bright point to his days and weeks.
He shifts to find the most comfortable spot, Steve still half curled over him, while his hand slides to Steve's shoulder, half lifts, gesturing slightly. "What, I can't be curious? I have this reaction when you get all wound up in your own head, okay, it is so rarely about anything good."
Not that there's anything wrong with that, right now. Right? If Steve can't relax enough to actually think about all the things happening here, now, with him, then where can he? It's not a problem. Danny doesn't want to keep it from happening, okay, but anything he can do to mitigate the worst of it is what he'll try.
The kissing and groping, though, they do have some pleasant side benefits.