He's had his hand on the small of Steve's back, or wrapped at Steve's neck, lots of times. More times than he can count, or would want to. More times than he's ever noticed, or paid attention to.
But not like this. His hand hasn't been on Steve's back under parts of Steve's clothing. His fingers haven't landed on the side of Steve's neck while Danny's pressed against his chest, stomach, legs. And while there have been times that Steve has curled over him, plastered against him, it's never been like this, either.
With the taste of Steve on his lips, when he licks them, feeling like he's gotten plugged in, after someone stripped all his wires bare, and Steve is staring back at him, from half an inch away. Not letting go. Not backing down. Looking like someone snapped his leash, and kicked open the door.
Except that must have been Danny, right? He knocked down that door. He pushed Steve to this. Snapped his self-control. What sense or sanity Steve even owns, and Danny just went with it, because he didn't stop to think about how this even happened. Did he? He was saying. And then Steve. And Steve said Danny was wrong, but that's not any kind of clear view into what's happening inside Steve's head right now, which is not great, because this is, literally, insane.
"We're crazy."
Something's happened to his voice: it's gone hoarse and he wants to clear his throat, but he's really not sure it would help.
But they are. This is crazy. They are crazy. This can't, wasn't supposed to, was never going to happen.
And yet he's not letting go, and neither is Steve, and even though Danny doesn't have a single clue how they got here from where they were a few minutes ago, he's not willing to back up any further to find out. "I feel like I missed something important. I mean, there are some pieces of information I feel pretty safe in saying that I'm missing, in all this."
Like. Why Steve didn't hit him. Why Steve kissed him. Why Steve said he was wrong.
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He's had his hand on the small of Steve's back, or wrapped at Steve's neck, lots of times. More times than he can count, or would want to. More times than he's ever noticed, or paid attention to.
But not like this. His hand hasn't been on Steve's back under parts of Steve's clothing. His fingers haven't landed on the side of Steve's neck while Danny's pressed against his chest, stomach, legs. And while there have been times that Steve has curled over him, plastered against him, it's never been like this, either.
With the taste of Steve on his lips, when he licks them, feeling like he's gotten plugged in, after someone stripped all his wires bare, and Steve is staring back at him, from half an inch away. Not letting go. Not backing down. Looking like someone snapped his leash, and kicked open the door.
Except that must have been Danny, right? He knocked down that door. He pushed Steve to this. Snapped his self-control. What sense or sanity Steve even owns, and Danny just went with it, because he didn't stop to think about how this even happened. Did he? He was saying. And then Steve. And Steve said Danny was wrong, but that's not any kind of clear view into what's happening inside Steve's head right now, which is not great, because this is, literally, insane.
"We're crazy."
Something's happened to his voice: it's gone hoarse and he wants to clear his throat, but he's really not sure it would help.
But they are. This is crazy. They are crazy. This can't, wasn't supposed to, was never going to happen.
And yet he's not letting go, and neither is Steve, and even though Danny doesn't have a single clue how they got here from where they were a few minutes ago, he's not willing to back up any further to find out. "I feel like I missed something important. I mean, there are some pieces of information I feel pretty safe in saying that I'm missing, in all this."
Like. Why Steve didn't hit him. Why Steve kissed him. Why Steve said he was wrong.
Because, somehow, impossibly...Steve wants him, too?