Because it's his natural state. He talks like a shark swims: often aimlessly, sometimes just to stay afloat and breathing, occasionally with actual purpose. These words are none of those, though; these words exist because Danny's brain is misfiring, like the last jerks of a nervous system with some sharp object embedded in it.
"Me stop talking, you are such a hypocrite --"
Before it's choked off in a tight, high whine against the grip of Steve's fingers and the helpless jerk of his hips in response. Skittering legs chase over his skin, sink into the back of his neck, claws dragging down his spine, melting away into boiling liquid silver pooling in his gut. He's got to push his head back, sink it deep into the pillow to open his eyes are far as they can go, barely half-lidded, and look up, find Steve's face, too blurry in the dark, but there, God, there. And there's not enough room, but he reaches, anyway, manages to extract one arm from that death-grip around Steve's back to slide between them. Banging knuckles, crushed between bodies, making him shift so there's some room, so he can find Steve, wrap around him, because if they're going down in flames, they're going down together.
Even if this is stupid. Even if it's against the rules. If Steve told him to turn around and leave after this, if Steve said this was it, the last time, the last night, he's really not sure he could actually listen, because fuck the rules. The rules aren't sending keening, aching pleasure up his spine and washing across the inside of his head. The rules won't do jack shit for him in this situation, except make the one other good thing on this island no longer possible.
So screw the rules.
Except none of it is really coherent. Just gasping, rasped breath, and a deep conviction that he never wants to let go, never, that the burn of his shoulder and hand brings him to life, that Steve's weight is like an anchor, that he could go flying off the island and out of sanity if it weren't for the landslide of lunatic SEAL on top of him right now.
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Because it's his natural state. He talks like a shark swims: often aimlessly, sometimes just to stay afloat and breathing, occasionally with actual purpose. These words are none of those, though; these words exist because Danny's brain is misfiring, like the last jerks of a nervous system with some sharp object embedded in it.
"Me stop talking, you are such a hypocrite --"
Before it's choked off in a tight, high whine against the grip of Steve's fingers and the helpless jerk of his hips in response. Skittering legs chase over his skin, sink into the back of his neck, claws dragging down his spine, melting away into boiling liquid silver pooling in his gut. He's got to push his head back, sink it deep into the pillow to open his eyes are far as they can go, barely half-lidded, and look up, find Steve's face, too blurry in the dark, but there, God, there. And there's not enough room, but he reaches, anyway, manages to extract one arm from that death-grip around Steve's back to slide between them. Banging knuckles, crushed between bodies, making him shift so there's some room, so he can find Steve, wrap around him, because if they're going down in flames, they're going down together.
Even if this is stupid. Even if it's against the rules. If Steve told him to turn around and leave after this, if Steve said this was it, the last time, the last night, he's really not sure he could actually listen, because fuck the rules. The rules aren't sending keening, aching pleasure up his spine and washing across the inside of his head. The rules won't do jack shit for him in this situation, except make the one other good thing on this island no longer possible.
So screw the rules.
Except none of it is really coherent. Just gasping, rasped breath, and a deep conviction that he never wants to let go, never, that the burn of his shoulder and hand brings him to life, that Steve's weight is like an anchor, that he could go flying off the island and out of sanity if it weren't for the landslide of lunatic SEAL on top of him right now.