It was the right thing to say, maybe. Or the right thing to do. Inasmuch as there is a right or wrong in this situation he never expected and had no plan for, that could still explode beneath his fingertips without a second's warning. Steve staring at him, just then, feeling like the red light that was pinned to Danny's chest years ago. This kiss like the thing going off.
Except he wanted it to explode, this time. Didn't want any careful fingers or professional manipulation to dismantle it. He's not sure he wants to be safe, when safe would mean this never happened, didn't exist. In a safe world, he and Steve went their separate ways tonight, and were awkward for a little while, and then moved past it, and it was never brought up, considered, bared.
An hour ago, he might have thought that was the better option. Now, he can't even stand the idea of it.
Missing this. Again. Like he's apparently been missing it for years. The way Steve curves into him. The door at his back. Steve's mouth hard on his. Steve's hands roaming over him, more than they ever have, and still not enough.
The giddy insanity that still hasn't sobered up, even after the last few minutes, because Danny's still stuck on the things Steve has said and done since they got in here, since Danny saw him at the club, since they met, in the garage, the first view of each other over the barrels of their guns.
Which feels sort of like it's happening all over again, now, when Danny's trying to haul himself back through the last ten, fifteen minutes, and make sense of it, while it's falling through his mind like flipping cards, and Steve is trying to burn him down.
"You know, I really don't think you've given this suit a fair shake."
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Date: 2015-10-25 03:04 pm (UTC)It was the right thing to say, maybe. Or the right thing to do. Inasmuch as there is a right or wrong in this situation he never expected and had no plan for, that could still explode beneath his fingertips without a second's warning. Steve staring at him, just then, feeling like the red light that was pinned to Danny's chest years ago. This kiss like the thing going off.
Except he wanted it to explode, this time. Didn't want any careful fingers or professional manipulation to dismantle it. He's not sure he wants to be safe, when
safe would mean this never happened, didn't exist. In a safe world, he and Steve went their separate ways tonight, and were awkward for a little while, and then moved past it, and it was never brought up, considered, bared.
An hour ago, he might have thought that was the better option. Now, he can't even stand the idea of it.
Missing this. Again. Like he's apparently been missing it for years. The way Steve curves into him. The door at his back. Steve's mouth hard on his. Steve's hands roaming over him, more than they ever have, and still not enough.
The giddy insanity that still hasn't sobered up, even after the last few minutes, because Danny's still stuck on the things Steve has said and done since they got in here, since Danny saw him at the club, since they met, in the garage, the first view of each other over the barrels of their guns.
Which feels sort of like it's happening all over again, now, when Danny's trying to haul himself back through the last ten, fifteen minutes, and make sense of it, while it's falling through his mind like flipping cards, and Steve is trying to burn him down.
"You know, I really don't think you've given this suit a fair shake."