It's wrong, how that snapped response makes him want to grin. It has to be. It's like rubbing the fur on a cat the wrong way, until its back arches up and it bats a paw in aggrieved temper. Of course he knows. They all know Steve's background. Five years Naval Intelligence before joining up with the SEALs. He's seen the uniform, the casual work shirts. Of course it's the Navy. He's known that since he first got assigned John McGarrett's murder and read his file.
That just makes Steve's aggravation all the more enjoyable.
Besides, it knocks that other expression right off his face, replaces it with heavy exasperation, and Danny can't even mind when Steve twists his wrist out of Danny's grip, because he doesn't go anywhere, doesn't do anything except keep complaining, while pushing Danny into the bedroom in direct contradiction to the words coming out of his mouth. "Yeah, I can tell that's your grand plan. Whose mess is that, by the way? I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure getting rid of clothes was definitely started by you."
Sort of. Except for the way he'd stared at Steve, and told him to lose the shirt, that is was better that way, so much better, and, Christ. They're still naked, and Danny's still got his jeans in the hand that hadn't been busy with Steve's wrist, and he honestly had sort of forgotten all about that. Not that he doesn't enjoy it, of course, or the view, when Steve is in front of or next to him, but it's so --
Natural. Like there isn't anything weird or off-putting or worrying or stressful about having no clothes. Like they're already at the point when they can just walk around each other, naked, and not get uncomfortable.
Which...they are, apparently, and that's a strange little twinge even as he's tossing his jeans at a chair and turning to face Steve, with a well-practiced and familiar frown of disgruntlement that barely lands on his features at all, means nothing, just like the hand that lifts to push at Steve's.
"Besides, I've definitely been very specifically invited up here."
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Date: 2013-02-26 03:42 am (UTC)That just makes Steve's aggravation all the more enjoyable.
Besides, it knocks that other expression right off his face, replaces it with heavy exasperation, and Danny can't even mind when Steve twists his wrist out of Danny's grip, because he doesn't go anywhere, doesn't do anything except keep complaining, while pushing Danny into the bedroom in direct contradiction to the words coming out of his mouth. "Yeah, I can tell that's your grand plan. Whose mess is that, by the way? I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure getting rid of clothes was definitely started by you."
Sort of. Except for the way he'd stared at Steve, and told him to lose the shirt, that is was better that way, so much better, and, Christ. They're still naked, and Danny's still got his jeans in the hand that hadn't been busy with Steve's wrist, and he honestly had sort of forgotten all about that. Not that he doesn't enjoy it, of course, or the view, when Steve is in front of or next to him, but it's so --
Natural. Like there isn't anything weird or off-putting or worrying or stressful about having no clothes. Like they're already at the point when they can just walk around each other, naked, and not get uncomfortable.
Which...they are, apparently, and that's a strange little twinge even as he's tossing his jeans at a chair and turning to face Steve, with a well-practiced and familiar frown of disgruntlement that barely lands on his features at all, means nothing, just like the hand that lifts to push at Steve's.
"Besides, I've definitely been very specifically invited up here."