Danny goes right on staring at him. Catching his breath and then licking his lips, which makes Steve's eyes drop to the movement while something else licked at his inside. A whine like the escape of gasoline rebuilding itself, or just expanding even more outward, making the whine the sound of his bones as everything tried to swell beyond the space it could be contained in. When there's a sharp, heated ache spiking in his stomach and nearly making him lean in.
This time. Because it's not about not doing it. Danny was just kissing him. He was just kissing Danny.
He could, but Danny's mouth finally finds words, and it's like sound finally decides to exist again. An inverted bubble. Sharp and caustic at the words that make his eyes shoot back up to Danny's. Because that's. It's not entirely wrong, either, is it? Everything feels crazy. Sideways. Smashed into pieces all over this floor. With only a single light to illuminate anything, while Steve wants to stop Danny from talking at all. Take the light from the room and the words from Danny's mouth.
Yet he wants them at the same time. Making his head shutter stop with the conflict. That isn't. It never has been. It'd always been so clear. It was why it had to be put away.
He knew what he wanted. Knows himself. Like his hands. He wanted everything that was Danny.
Which hadn't changed here, apparently, even if he made himself drag in a breath while Danny was starting to pick up steam, rolling down hill, the words that had to come, absolutely had to, it couldn't be Danny without, them finally start rolling down the hill picking up steam. While Danny's hands don't move. There's one on his neck and one on his back, and they press in like Danny is trying to make sure he won't leave suddenly.
Making him laugh. The pressure of those fingers and the words coming out of Danny's mouth, making him pick out suddenly, low and thick, but still fast enough. "You feel like you missed something?"
It's mocking. But not at the missing. It's sarcastic, a little deliriously so. Danny was a detective, even a good detective, the best Steve knows, but he was a SEAL. Supposed to be. There's something sobering and shattering. He's a fucking frogman, trained to notice everything, catalog and move with impunity, in control of everything and never less than aware, because it kept them alive in the crunch seconds;
and his partner was grafted to his body, gasping against his lips, wantinghim and he'd missed it?
Missed how that happened? Missed when? Missed how? With Amber and Gabby and Rachel?
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Danny goes right on staring at him. Catching his breath and then licking his lips, which makes Steve's eyes drop to the movement while something else licked at his inside. A whine like the escape of gasoline rebuilding itself, or just expanding even more outward, making the whine the sound of his bones as everything tried to swell beyond the space it could be contained in. When there's a sharp, heated ache spiking in his stomach and nearly making him lean in.
This time. Because it's not about not doing it. Danny was just kissing him. He was just kissing Danny.
He could, but Danny's mouth finally finds words, and it's like sound finally decides to exist again. An inverted bubble. Sharp and caustic at the words that make his eyes shoot back up to Danny's. Because that's. It's not entirely wrong, either, is it? Everything feels crazy. Sideways. Smashed into pieces all over this floor. With only a single light to illuminate anything, while Steve wants to stop Danny from talking at all. Take the light from the room and the words from Danny's mouth.
Yet he wants them at the same time. Making his head shutter stop with the conflict.
That isn't. It never has been. It'd always been so clear. It was why it had to be put away.
He knew what he wanted. Knows himself. Like his hands. He wanted everything that was Danny.
Which hadn't changed here, apparently, even if he made himself drag in a breath while Danny was starting to pick up steam, rolling down hill, the words that had to come, absolutely had to, it couldn't be Danny without, them finally start rolling down the hill picking up steam. While Danny's hands don't move. There's one on his neck and one on his back, and they press in like Danny is trying to make sure he won't leave suddenly.
Making him laugh. The pressure of those fingers and the words coming out of Danny's mouth, making him pick out suddenly, low and thick, but still fast enough. "You feel like you missed something?"
It's mocking. But not at the missing. It's sarcastic, a little deliriously so. Danny was a detective, even a good detective, the best Steve knows, but he was a SEAL. Supposed to be. There's something sobering and shattering. He's a fucking frogman, trained to notice everything, catalog and move with impunity, in control of everything and never less than aware, because it kept them alive in the crunch seconds;
and his partner was grafted to his body, gasping against his lips, wanting him and he'd missed it?
Missed how that happened? Missed when? Missed how? With Amber and Gabby and Rachel?