He puts it out there. Maybe for no other reason but to restate his point. It had already been out there. He'd already said it. It was a challenge that could have been one or not. Danny hadn't even answered anything he said about it this time, and he could say anything to this one. He could sidestep the thing entirely. Or even Steve. Entirely. Even with the pressure of the last kiss still pulsing against the muscles around Steve's mouth.
Which makes sense that Danny's response is almost something like casual, without actually being it. That first sentences. This insinuation that he should keep it. Forever. If it does this to Steve. Like he'd wear it for Steve, or if not for, like he didn't wear it tonight for Steve, wasn't wearing it for Steve right this second, he'd wear it knowing it did this to Steve. Liked that it did it. Wanted to evoke this response in Steve. This heat that couldn't simmer under his skin.
Before he says that. Before he's looking into Steve's eyes and kicks the bars off. Instead. Instead of playing it safe. Stepping back and making it a joke, even one that was scattering ashes and debris everywhere. When Steve's actually surprised for a beat, before everything rolls over. Impossibly fast, his fingers moving before his head is even catching up. Maybe won't anymore. Maybe it's been kicked clear to the moon, too.
"I hate your mouth, too." Not like it's new. Like it's always been that way. An endless complaint. A daily one.
Danny never knowing when to shut the hell up. Which is definitely why Steve is kissing him, again, right after saying them. Pressed back against that mouth. Where all those words come out, and madness has started exploding more from every twenty seconds. Kissing him back, and saying things like that. Things Steve can't even think clearly through, but he doesn't need want to think about it. Isn't.
Not when his mouth is on Danny and his hands shift. The whole world is upside down and he doesn't know how that happened. When. Where. Why. Danny is filling up everything that used to hold anything else. The smell of his cologne, and some hair product Steve fingers had mostly shoved apart in clumps. The hollow, breathless, dark, soldering need taking up a smoking, burning space in his lungs, that needed to kiss Danny a dozen more times anytime he just barely started another.
The only light in a world that wouldn't stop exploding, running downhill at the fastest space, when he knew what he was doing and that it was madness. Fingers finding the buttons at the top of his loose collar and pulling on them. Fast, and hard, like Danny might change his mind, like Steve had outrun a decade, himself, and anything like the need to tell himself to stop with Danny's own words telling him he should already be doing it.
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He puts it out there. Maybe for no other reason but to restate his point. It had already been out there. He'd already said it. It was a challenge that could have been one or not. Danny hadn't even answered anything he said about it this time, and he could say anything to this one. He could sidestep the thing entirely. Or even Steve. Entirely. Even with the pressure of the last kiss still pulsing against the muscles around Steve's mouth.
Which makes sense that Danny's response is almost something like casual, without actually being it. That first sentences. This insinuation that he should keep it. Forever. If it does this to Steve. Like he'd wear it for Steve, or if not for, like he didn't wear it tonight for Steve, wasn't wearing it for Steve right this second, he'd wear it knowing it did this to Steve. Liked that it did it. Wanted to evoke this response in Steve. This heat that couldn't simmer under his skin.
Before he says that. Before he's looking into Steve's eyes and kicks the bars off. Instead. Instead of playing it safe. Stepping back and making it a joke, even one that was scattering ashes and debris everywhere. When Steve's actually surprised for a beat, before everything rolls over. Impossibly fast, his fingers moving before his head is even catching up. Maybe won't anymore. Maybe it's been kicked clear to the moon, too.
"I hate your mouth, too." Not like it's new. Like it's always been that way. An endless complaint. A daily one.
Danny never knowing when to shut the hell up. Which is definitely why Steve is kissing him, again, right after saying them. Pressed back against that mouth. Where all those words come out, and madness has started exploding more from every twenty seconds. Kissing him back, and saying things like that. Things Steve can't even think clearly through, but he doesn't need want to think about it. Isn't.
Not when his mouth is on Danny and his hands shift. The whole world is upside down and he doesn't know how that happened. When. Where. Why. Danny is filling up everything that used to hold anything else. The smell of his cologne, and some hair product Steve fingers had mostly shoved apart in clumps. The hollow, breathless, dark, soldering need taking up a smoking, burning space in his lungs, that needed to kiss Danny a dozen more times anytime he just barely started another.
The only light in a world that wouldn't stop exploding, running downhill at the fastest space, when he knew what he was doing and that it was madness. Fingers finding the buttons at the top of his loose collar and pulling on them. Fast, and hard, like Danny might change his mind, like Steve had outrun a decade, himself, and anything like the need to tell himself to stop with Danny's own words telling him he should already be doing it.