Steve is still fuming. It's probably even closer to the correct word.
Getting into the bed, shoving his feet, between the mattress below and sheets, to nearly hit the foot board, like they almost always do. And sometimes actually do. Pulling the sheet and blanket up over both and them and dropping back to his pillow, still far too tense. Still sure he's got too much space, and even more skin than he needs. Keeps trying to go back over those so few seconds.
Laughter. Kissing. Teasing. Like frozen flip frames in security camera, washing across his mind, which Danny is settling. Danny who thinks his own head is stupid. Danny who asked him to stop. Danny who's tucking his hand up under his check, cheek bone, temple. All of it just causing something to flare all the more unhelpfully, hard and sharp, behind Steve's breast bone, where the relief is making itself scarce now that it's been felt the once. When Danny doesn't look the least comfortable, no matter what his words are.
Which just makes Steve aware that he's in bed, finally where he wanted to get to, all along, and it's the least comfortable thing at this second. Least thing he'd actually wanted with he'd been pricking and poking Danny about getting here. Hands so much easier, less thought to them. To any of his god damn words. Or how. How anything had done anything. All of the steps. Hands. Teasing.
When nothing makes sense, no matter how he keeps turning it on its head, desperately pulling it apart. Because this was not what he meant. That rigid tension he can see of Danny's posture even laying down. This was not preferable. This was not what he meant. Not what he'd wanted. And being feet away wasn't what he'd wanted them, or even wanted now, no matter what was circulating through his veins.
"No, this is."
Steve said it, making no effort to keep the icy fire, and barely holding still annoyance, there still in his voice from being heard, when he reached out, under the sheet. Hooked a hand around Danny waist and drug him closer, like it wasn't any harder than dragging the pillow had been. Until the middle of the bed didn't seem like a ghost town filling the foot of space that had been there, because it wasn't there anymore.
Stubbornly clenching his teeth and catching his arm up under Danny's, but mostly around against his back. With no clue what the hell now.
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Date: 2013-02-28 04:14 am (UTC)Getting into the bed, shoving his feet, between the mattress below and sheets, to nearly hit the foot board, like they almost always do. And sometimes actually do. Pulling the sheet and blanket up over both and them and dropping back to his pillow, still far too tense. Still sure he's got too much space, and even more skin than he needs. Keeps trying to go back over those so few seconds.
Laughter. Kissing. Teasing. Like frozen flip frames in security camera, washing across his mind, which Danny is settling. Danny who thinks his own head is stupid. Danny who asked him to stop. Danny who's tucking his hand up under his check, cheek bone, temple. All of it just causing something to flare all the more unhelpfully, hard and sharp, behind Steve's breast bone, where the relief is making itself scarce now that it's been felt the once. When Danny doesn't look the least comfortable, no matter what his words are.
Which just makes Steve aware that he's in bed, finally where he wanted to get to, all along, and it's the least comfortable thing at this second. Least thing he'd actually wanted with he'd been pricking and poking Danny about getting here. Hands so much easier, less thought to them. To any of his god damn words. Or how. How anything had done anything. All of the steps. Hands. Teasing.
When nothing makes sense, no matter how he keeps turning it on its head, desperately pulling it apart. Because this was not what he meant. That rigid tension he can see of Danny's posture even laying down. This was not preferable. This was not what he meant. Not what he'd wanted. And being feet away wasn't what he'd wanted them, or even wanted now, no matter what was circulating through his veins.
"No, this is."
Steve said it, making no effort to keep the icy fire, and barely holding still annoyance, there still in his voice from being heard, when he reached out, under the sheet. Hooked a hand around Danny waist and drug him closer, like it wasn't any harder than dragging the pillow had been. Until the middle of the bed didn't seem like a ghost town filling the foot of space that had been there, because it wasn't there anymore.
Stubbornly clenching his teeth and catching his arm up under Danny's, but mostly around against his back. With no clue what the hell now.