If there was a time when Steve would have loved this -- and there has to have been, was, really was, for a good long, long while, even if it was just for the night, before he forgot about both sides of the tug-a-war entirely for his own war against being good enough and being the best -- it was a very long time ago now. Makes him feel older than he likes to ever let himself get away with remembering he is, except when something doesn't heal fast enough or aches before it rains.
But that doesn't stop the smile from tugging up his cheeks, smug and entirely cocksure.
When Danny is right in his bubble, pressing him between them. Campbell who's not moving anywhere, especially with Danny posturing up into Steve's space, and Danny. Danny who is so close, his voice is over-powering Campbell and the music, and Steve's need to keep checking the room. Especially because Steve's got a whiff of that cologne Danny wears when he's actually making an effort, that Steve is sure he could pick out in his sleep at this point.
That it was probably true long before he was helping Grace add it to the list of Christmas things she could buy her Dad.
"Excuse me--" Campbell starts, but this time Steve looks only long enough to catch the reddening of his face, before he's looked back to Danny. "-but you--"
"Yeah?" Steve says, and it's not relieved or demurred. It's not curious or concerned. He's not even apologetic when Campbell's breath catches and his hold trembles with a kind of danger he'd put akin to a fly. There's not but a low slung challenge thrown at Danny. Because two can play this game. If that's what Danny wants for this to look like. Something messy and maybe closer to real than it should be. Than it could never be.
A taste of the life Danny Williams would never need. Never want. Steve leaning half back into the arm behind him, as he cocks his head, eyes never leaving Danny except to glance down at how close Danny is, as a clear equivocation of his own offer on the table now. Both of them vying for Steve. Even if he'd be a commodity with slim choice. "And what does yours come with?"
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Date: 2015-10-03 03:31 am (UTC)If there was a time when Steve would have loved this -- and there has to have been, was, really was, for a good long, long while, even if it was just for the night, before he forgot about both sides of the tug-a-war entirely for his own war against being good enough and being the best -- it was a very long time ago now. Makes him feel older than he likes to ever let himself get away with remembering he is, except when something doesn't heal fast enough or aches before it rains.
But that doesn't stop the smile from tugging up his cheeks, smug and entirely cocksure.
When Danny is right in his bubble, pressing him between them. Campbell who's not moving anywhere, especially with Danny posturing up into Steve's space, and Danny. Danny who is so close, his voice is over-powering Campbell and the music, and Steve's need to keep checking the room. Especially because Steve's got a whiff of that cologne Danny wears when he's actually making an effort, that Steve is sure he could pick out in his sleep at this point.
That it was probably true long before he was helping Grace add it to the list of Christmas things she could buy her Dad.
"Excuse me--" Campbell starts, but this time Steve looks only long enough to catch the reddening of his face, before he's looked back to Danny. "-but you--"
"Yeah?" Steve says, and it's not relieved or demurred. It's not curious or concerned. He's not even apologetic when Campbell's breath catches and his hold trembles with a kind of danger he'd put akin to a fly. There's not but a low slung challenge thrown at Danny. Because two can play this game. If that's what Danny wants for this to look like. Something messy and maybe closer to real than it should be. Than it could never be.
A taste of the life Danny Williams would never need. Never want. Steve leaning half back into the arm behind him, as he cocks his head, eyes never leaving Danny except to glance down at how close Danny is, as a clear equivocation of his own offer on the table now. Both of them vying for Steve. Even if he'd be a commodity with slim choice. "And what does yours come with?"