Gritted out, against a blaze of heat and light, as Steve squeezes, and stars burst in Danny's skull, threatening to send the world tipping right out from under him. "Wrong. You are not helping anyone."
Not Steve. Definitely not Danny. Who maybe is worried about this going too fast and slamming like a car hitting a cement wall right off the freeway, but who also isn't willing to stop the train right now.
It's too much. It's not enough. Sending him ripping himself backwards, and gripping Steve's arm, for lack of a shirt to haul him around by. "But I am."
Helping Steve, and maybe, by proxy, helping himself, by a mixture of pushing and pulling and this almost does feel familiar, right, hauling Steve along after himself, even if it's normally not on the stairs, and Steve is normally wearing clothes, and it's not normally because Danny is dragging him up to Steve's bed but --
The gravitational forces, at least, feel right. Like the world is coming back into alignment, even if his whole body feels sore and throbbing without Steve's hands anywhere on him. "Will you hurry up, please? Aren't you the one who just said there was a deadline, huh?"
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"No."
Gritted out, against a blaze of heat and light, as Steve squeezes, and stars burst in Danny's skull, threatening to send the world tipping right out from under him. "Wrong. You are not helping anyone."
Not Steve. Definitely not Danny. Who maybe is worried about this going too fast and slamming like a car hitting a cement wall right off the freeway, but who also isn't willing to stop the train right now.
It's too much. It's not enough. Sending him ripping himself backwards, and gripping Steve's arm, for lack of a shirt to haul him around by. "But I am."
Helping Steve, and maybe, by proxy, helping himself, by a mixture of pushing and pulling and this almost does feel familiar, right, hauling Steve along after himself, even if it's normally not on the stairs, and Steve is normally wearing clothes, and it's not normally because Danny is dragging him up to Steve's bed but --
The gravitational forces, at least, feel right. Like the world is coming back into alignment, even if his whole body feels sore and throbbing without Steve's hands anywhere on him. "Will you hurry up, please? Aren't you the one who just said there was a deadline, huh?"