The thing is....Danny is better at this than anything he implied, amid his normal storm of caustic grumbling, that he was too old to be any good at really. The kind of thing he would never do. Scoffed at the idea of. When Steve has to make it an actual effort not to let his eyes travel any further than a good show of being surprised and unable to not look at the man to his side.
He already knows what this suit looks like on Danny. That it is problematic.
When Danny is throwing out a wink toward some stranger, and Steve actually looks.
In a way he hopes is curious and surprised, not the sharp suddenness that flares through him, making it feel like a small jerk in his neck, that fast twist. Only a touch stronger when he sees a guy over there shifting a more upright in his seat, looking surprised that he got it and absolutely in no way having expected it or brushing it off. He doesn't need Danny tossing his face at more people and making them even more trouble for the night.
Except Danny doesn't stop there, Danny never stops there. Not even when the hand on Steve, the one closer to Danny's side but not Danny's (never Danny's, he didn't even mean, but suddenly) tightens on his jacket and ribs, while Danny starts actively, actually, insulting the guy next to him. Before his wine even made it back.
Danny's hand on him, pulling at his suit jacket suddenly, while Danny William's mouth wraps itself around words Steve never even dreamed once, in the worst distracting dreams, ever considered, implying he's here for the things not on the menu. Namely Steve. Namely everything else. (But not Steve. Not anything else.) It's the only reason he doesn't actually freeze and pull back suddenly from the offending hand on his side.
"You missed the one that said this was a private party," Campbell broke in right over both things, his voice made of flat ice.
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The thing is....Danny is better at this than anything he implied, amid his normal storm of caustic grumbling, that he was too old to be any good at really. The kind of thing he would never do. Scoffed at the idea of. When Steve has to make it an actual effort not to let his eyes travel any further than a good show of being surprised and unable to not look at the man to his side.
He already knows what this suit looks like on Danny. That it is problematic.
When Danny is throwing out a wink toward some stranger, and Steve actually looks.
In a way he hopes is curious and surprised, not the sharp suddenness that flares through him, making it feel like a small jerk in his neck, that fast twist. Only a touch stronger when he sees a guy over there shifting a more upright in his seat, looking surprised that he got it and absolutely in no way having expected it or brushing it off. He doesn't need Danny tossing his face at more people and making them even more trouble for the night.
Except Danny doesn't stop there, Danny never stops there. Not even when the hand on Steve, the one closer to Danny's side but not Danny's (never Danny's, he didn't even mean, but suddenly) tightens on his jacket and ribs, while Danny starts actively, actually, insulting the guy next to him. Before his wine even made it back.
Danny's hand on him, pulling at his suit jacket suddenly, while Danny William's mouth wraps itself around words Steve never even dreamed once, in the worst distracting dreams, ever considered, implying he's here for the things not on the menu. Namely Steve. Namely everything else. (But not Steve. Not anything else.) It's the only reason he doesn't actually freeze and pull back suddenly from the offending hand on his side.
"You missed the one that said this was a private party," Campbell broke in right over both things, his voice made of flat ice.