The first thought is so wrong Steve's fingers actually close into a fist.
When Danny's snapping at him about more things he's costing Danny tonight. His time and his money. When Steve's thought hits like lightening, lodging in his lungs, iced cold, because if all Danny's care about is the money that he never has, he can have Steve's. All of Steve's money, and there's quite a bit of that, if it will keep Danny from walking out of their friendship, partnership, his life because of this.
The bile in his throat might not be real. But it makes him shiver anyway.
He's not even the guy who just wants to touch, kiss, overwhelm someone who doesn't want him to even be near them now. He's the guy who thinks, even for a moment, about buying off a friendship. A partner. Like that's not worse in a lot ways than anyone who just got carted away for buying sex.
He made his hand uncurl, before reaching for the keys and shoving it off. Yanking the keys free and pushing out of the car against a stream of red, blistering words to himself about exactly what he was. Who. Sore. Even when it's not true. He'd never ask. He'd never want to, and Danny would never accept. But it's like that phone call all over again.
Except Danny isn't half the world away and he's not about to say he loves Steve, but there's something more important he's got to do. Instead it's slipping through his hands again, because he's going to put Steve in his place, with that look on his face, that will still be on his face tomorrow, and the next day. The next week. The month after. Like he took something from Danny. Just like all the other people who Danny gave everything to, promise he would, could, and tried, and who let him down.
Like Steve let him down.
Steve who was never going to be one of them.
But he was now. Because of this thing inside of him.
Steve stood by the car, not looking toward the walkway up to the house, through the darkened garden and house. He didn't want to stand still. He didn't want Danny to come anywhere near him. Making him step away from the driver's side door to give Danny the room he deserved and held out the keys, with the fob out so Danny wouldn't even have to touch his fingertips. It was probably too much that Danny had to be within inches of him again.
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The first thought is so wrong Steve's fingers actually close into a fist.
When Danny's snapping at him about more things he's costing Danny tonight. His time and his money. When Steve's thought hits like lightening, lodging in his lungs, iced cold, because if all Danny's care about is the money that he never has, he can have Steve's. All of Steve's money, and there's quite a bit of that, if it will keep Danny from walking out of their friendship, partnership, his life because of this.
The bile in his throat might not be real. But it makes him shiver anyway.
He's not even the guy who just wants to touch, kiss, overwhelm someone who doesn't want him to even be near them now. He's the guy who thinks, even for a moment, about buying off a friendship. A partner. Like that's not worse in a lot ways than anyone who just got carted away for buying sex.
He made his hand uncurl, before reaching for the keys and shoving it off. Yanking the keys free and pushing out of the car against a stream of red, blistering words to himself about exactly what he was. Who. Sore. Even when it's not true. He'd never ask. He'd never want to, and Danny would never accept. But it's like that phone call all over again.
Except Danny isn't half the world away and he's not about to say he loves Steve, but there's something more important he's got to do. Instead it's slipping through his hands again, because he's going to put Steve in his place, with that look on his face, that will still be on his face tomorrow, and the next day. The next week. The month after. Like he took something from Danny. Just like all the other people who Danny gave everything to, promise he would, could, and tried, and who let him down.
Like Steve let him down.
Steve who was never going to be one of them.
But he was now. Because of this thing inside of him.
Steve stood by the car, not looking toward the walkway up to the house, through the darkened garden and house. He didn't want to stand still. He didn't want Danny to come anywhere near him. Making him step away from the driver's side door to give Danny the room he deserved and held out the keys, with the fob out so Danny wouldn't even have to touch his fingertips. It was probably too much that Danny had to be within inches of him again.