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Date: 2015-10-03 10:04 pm (UTC)


Steve doesn't even hesitate. Nothing in him knows how to. (Even if that's lie. Even if it's been a lie for a few years now. He hesitates now in ways he didn't. Ways that he shouldn't. Didn't used to. But this isn't that.) This is only Steve cocking a eyebrow and being entirely flagrant when he says right back, no single beat of breath, no shift from Danny's space, or looking away from his face, "Who said I was asking about the drinks?"

As though the whole bar part wasn't what they were really talk about. As though Steve was asking him about the other part of the equation he'd mentioned. The longer price tag, not the bloom on the rose. The humid buzz in the base of the room, in the people who knew, like the man beside him. The unspoken agreements and acknowledgement about what this game, this dance, was really about.

Not even like a normal bar, when he was going to them, even a handful years back, where you might find someone, you might get along, you might end up in a dark corner plastered somewhere, or drug home due to the kind of liaison it was. This place only had the veneer of paint of looking like it was chance to the oblivious ones. It was the obvious and the sought in those who were in the know.

Steve wanting to know just for a second. Flirting with a darkness he'd never play with.
Live with and without. Long enough that it didn't matter, and it didn't.

Because so many things mattered more where it came to Danny.

Maybe he's a bastard, dragging it shamelessly to sex and tawdry, bought and paid for sex, in back rooms, when the volition is complicit and the actions are about as x-rated as one could get if they wanted to, without anyone blinking. But Danny started it, and he wants to know if Danny will keep playing with it. Danny who wanted to go with the gay thing not so long ago. Wants to know if he dish it out as much as he just blew it off like it could be normal. Something that never would be.

That Danny knows nothing about. But he wants to shove it at Danny and see if he'll keep up still.

"See here," the voice fumes from his side. The hand on his side trying suddenly to actually move Steve. Not realizing until the moment he's trying to that Steve is brick wall, a goddamn solid brick wall, when he wants to be. Not just because he's tall and he's built like one. But because he's trained. Because people don't get from him what he doesn't want to give.

Which means Steve feels it when Campbell strains confused at his effort not making Steve shiver even.

He looks confused, a little darkly, someone who doesn't know no's or having to make an effort, when Steve glances back, maybe a little smugger than he should be for his cover. He recovers though, his hands going nowhere, pushing forward against Steve instead, and looking toward Danny instead of Steve who is only instigating instead of rejecting. "We were busy already over here. If you have any manners, you would see that and find someone who isn't."
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