That sound, and the way Steve is shivering with the force of holding himself back, are all the reasons Danny needs to push it further.
Straight past the panic, and the worry, and the fear. Past everything that could and almost certainly will go wrong, because everything goes wrong eventually, and just like he told Steve there in the rubble of that building, everything good inevitably blows up in his face.
And even if Steve convinced him to accept that maybe a good thing was just a good thing, Danny turned out to be right, in the end, right? Because Amber lied, and turned out to have the kind of past that got Danny hospitalized and could have gotten Grace killed. Another bust.
Even one he didn't care much about, but he was right to be wary, and right to be anxious, and he had been right about Gabby, too.
He doesn't want to be right, this time. This time, it matters. This time, it would be so much worse than introducing someone to Grace, only to have to explain a few weeks or months later that she wouldn't be around, anymore. It would be so much worse than just another bruise on his heart and notch chalked up to the many ways in which the world hates Danny Williams and doesn't want him to be happy.
If this goes, so does everything else.
So it's easier to just tighten his fingers, and run the pad of his thumb mercilessly up over the head, and start stroking faster, harder, while watching Steve's face try to keep from cracking right open. "No?"
Leaving Danny some room to study him, too, when his voice isn't as light and mocking as he meant it to be. "But I am, huh?"
It feels dangerous to even say. So much more so to believe. He's not Steve's type. He's seen Steve's type. Right? Beautiful, strong, smart women with quick wits and the kind of skills that would allow them to survive in the jungle overnight.
He hadn't thought the guy was Steve's type. He hadn't thought any guy was.
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Date: 2015-10-31 03:22 am (UTC)That sound, and the way Steve is shivering with the force of holding himself back, are all the reasons Danny needs to push it further.
Straight past the panic, and the worry, and the fear. Past everything that could and almost certainly will go wrong, because everything goes wrong eventually, and just like he told Steve there in the rubble of that building, everything good inevitably blows up in his face.
And even if Steve convinced him to accept that maybe a good thing was just a good thing, Danny turned out to be right, in the end, right? Because Amber lied, and turned out to have the kind of past that got Danny hospitalized and could have gotten Grace killed. Another bust.
Even one he didn't care much about, but he was right to be wary, and right to be anxious, and he had been right about Gabby, too.
He doesn't want to be right, this time. This time, it matters. This time, it would be so much worse than introducing someone to Grace, only to have to explain a few weeks or months later that she wouldn't be around, anymore. It would be so much worse than just another bruise on his heart and notch chalked up to the many ways in which the world hates Danny Williams and doesn't want him to be happy.
If this goes, so does everything else.
So it's easier to just tighten his fingers, and run the pad of his thumb mercilessly up over the head, and start stroking faster, harder, while watching Steve's face try to keep from cracking right open. "No?"
Leaving Danny some room to study him, too, when his voice isn't as light and mocking as he meant it to be. "But I am, huh?"
It feels dangerous to even say. So much more so to believe. He's not Steve's type. He's seen Steve's type. Right? Beautiful, strong, smart women with quick wits and the kind of skills that would allow them to survive in the jungle overnight.
He hadn't thought the guy was Steve's type. He hadn't thought any guy was.