Steve's pretty sure that first set of words out of Danny's mouth are beyond suspect. Steve and screwed-up priorities were not the hands tracing down every inch of his own skin, with that look that Steve still isn't quite sure how to label, or even look at entirely head on. That one, or the one on the lawn. Because either one won't make him want to move from this spot, for vastly different reasons all together, even though neither make all that much sense.
"Check," Steve said, cheeky, but the better part of his expression stayed more mocking than accusative or serious.
About showing up, just to leave. "You already did those." Without the thanking Steve for a lovely evening, or much of a hello, even, but he had shown up just to leave already. Only Steve didn't really let him go, and Danny hadn't really gone far, and even if Danny might have been all but drug back inside the house against his will and better judgement, he was still here.
Saying words like the one's he had. Shoving and dragging Steve to a more reckless disaster than most things got. Except that night.
Right, here. Under Steve. Looking up at him with those soft, blue eyes and in full flight with his sharp teasing mouth, looking like he didn't want to be anywhere else in the world really. Especially not with the hand at his shoulder, or the legs, all designed like some kind of real seat belt to keep Steve from going as much as they had just gotten over keeping Steve from being able to think of any thought that wasn't closer or faster.
"So, you don't have a better idea, and you don't want to go up?" Steve says, voice getting heavy with far more mocking amusement already before the rest is even out, hands shifting. One pushing up on the tacky couch leather beside Danny's side, and the other pushing up from the forearm safety-barred straight across Danny's chest. "Then we'll just put our clothes back on and do something else."
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"Check," Steve said, cheeky, but the better part of his expression stayed more mocking than accusative or serious.
About showing up, just to leave. "You already did those." Without the thanking Steve for a lovely evening, or much of a hello, even, but he had shown up just to leave already. Only Steve didn't really let him go, and Danny hadn't really gone far, and even if Danny might have been all but drug back inside the house against his will and better judgement, he was still here.
Saying words like the one's he had. Shoving and dragging Steve to a more reckless disaster than most things got. Except that night.
Right, here. Under Steve. Looking up at him with those soft, blue eyes and in full flight with his sharp teasing mouth, looking like he didn't want to be anywhere else in the world really. Especially not with the hand at his shoulder, or the legs, all designed like some kind of real seat belt to keep Steve from going as much as they had just gotten over keeping Steve from being able to think of any thought that wasn't closer or faster.
"So, you don't have a better idea, and you don't want to go up?" Steve says, voice getting heavy with far more mocking amusement already before the rest is even out, hands shifting. One pushing up on the tacky couch leather beside Danny's side, and the other pushing up from the forearm safety-barred straight across Danny's chest. "Then we'll just put our clothes back on and do something else."