It falls away. The concern, and the knowledge it'll come back. Later. Much later. With Cath, later. And it's silly how the thought of Cath is a trigger for an entirely flight of dominoes kicking over. Because Cath knows. Because Cath probably knows more in the fact he ran out of the house, than Danny's seem to know since he opened the door.
And if Cath knows, if Cath is already going to read him the riot act, and still left them here anyway. Shouldn't Danny?
His muscles are sliding slowly, from rock to slippery rubber under Danny's hands. At his waist, brushing the span from his hips, through his stomach, to his ribs. A shadow of the brush of his lips. Of the way everything aches, like he can feel every single crack in himself, warmed in this. In Danny. In those words still ringing in his ears. I want to be with you.
When that kiss so slower smoother, and there's a second he closes his eyes, when it ends, before he's looking down at Danny. Crossing off the options. Of saying it against his mouth, of trailing down his cheekbone or along his jaw, and saying it in his ear, like there are no lights left and no one to hear him. When he wants it to be heard, he wants to see Danny, and that, that alone, makes his stomach pull in, before he pushes on a second later.
Reaching up a hand to brush back a piece of blonde hair probably messed up by him, earlier. When his eyes go from his fingers, back to Danny's face, and he doesn't let himself pause. Not anymore than he'd let himself, jumping out of a plane. Because he's already fallen into whatever this is. He already ran away from the only easy thing, for this. For the earlier vibrant ability to take it and dish back, as much as this face right now.
That quiet, raw ache summed up on pinked lips and those endless blue eyes. Things that make up his day and night now.
Enough that he drags his hand at the same time he says it, the pad of thumb brushing the edge of Dany's mouth. "I want you." Which he's said, before, but maybe not enough. Or not clear enough. Not if earlier. Not if he didn't understand, still. "Only you."
He didn't know if it meant anything else, if he could be anything else he wasn't if it would even stay, or not change.
But he knew it was true right now. He knew it was true through Cath and other people during the last year.
"No one else, nothing el--" Steve stopped in the middle of that word, half considering, with a look up and then down. Before settling Danny with the first very faint curve toward a smile since the door opened, hiding under something that looked like a put upon confession. "Well, and an FGM-148 Javelin, if i'm being totally honest."
"But aside from a Javelin," Steve said, with faintly more emphasis, thumb tracing against Danny's skin lightly and no amount of actual seriousness displaced for the aside, except that maybe it made his mouth just slightly more toward normal, as he looked at Danny. "Only you."
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Date: 2013-02-09 03:57 am (UTC)And if Cath knows, if Cath is already going to read him the riot act, and still left them here anyway. Shouldn't Danny?
His muscles are sliding slowly, from rock to slippery rubber under Danny's hands. At his waist, brushing the span from his hips, through his stomach, to his ribs. A shadow of the brush of his lips. Of the way everything aches, like he can feel every single crack in himself, warmed in this. In Danny. In those words still ringing in his ears. I want to be with you.
When that kiss so slower smoother, and there's a second he closes his eyes, when it ends, before he's looking down at Danny. Crossing off the options. Of saying it against his mouth, of trailing down his cheekbone or along his jaw, and saying it in his ear, like there are no lights left and no one to hear him. When he wants it to be heard, he wants to see Danny, and that, that alone, makes his stomach pull in, before he pushes on a second later.
Reaching up a hand to brush back a piece of blonde hair probably messed up by him, earlier. When his eyes go from his fingers, back to Danny's face, and he doesn't let himself pause. Not anymore than he'd let himself, jumping out of a plane. Because he's already fallen into whatever this is. He already ran away from the only easy thing, for this. For the earlier vibrant ability to take it and dish back, as much as this face right now.
That quiet, raw ache summed up on pinked lips and those endless blue eyes. Things that make up his day and night now.
Enough that he drags his hand at the same time he says it, the pad of thumb brushing the edge of Dany's mouth. "I want you." Which he's said, before, but maybe not enough. Or not clear enough. Not if earlier. Not if he didn't understand, still. "Only you."
He didn't know if it meant anything else, if he could be anything else he wasn't if it would even stay, or not change.
But he knew it was true right now. He knew it was true through Cath and other people during the last year.
"No one else, nothing el--" Steve stopped in the middle of that word, half considering, with a look up and then down. Before settling Danny with the first very faint curve toward a smile since the door opened, hiding under something that looked like a put upon confession. "Well, and an FGM-148 Javelin, if i'm being totally honest."
"But aside from a Javelin," Steve said, with faintly more emphasis, thumb tracing against Danny's skin lightly and no amount of actual seriousness displaced for the aside, except that maybe it made his mouth just slightly more toward normal, as he looked at Danny. "Only you."