He almost doesn't notice that there are words. How is anyone supposed to notice words when Steve is shifting under them, fingers steady and firm in their hair, nose brushing against cheek, lips brushing against lips. Voice so low Danny feels it more as a vibration than hears it, feels it as a puff of breath against his lips, one that's already got him leaning down to find Steve's again, like kissing Steve is the absolute only gravity left in the world, before he figures out something was said. Smart and prodding, except not. Except drawn out from someplace deep and bottomed out.
And Steve doesn't even give him a chance to respond before he's pushing up, muscles tensing under Danny's fingers, sending Danny's head spinning, making him take in a sharp breath before his eyes close and he's opening his mouth to a kiss like an implosion. Fingers tightening on Steve's back, muscles contracting as he tries to get him closer, pull him up, push himself down. A short fuse lit and following a dancing spark in his head.
When it's the only fucking thing in the world that makes him feel like he can breathe. Like maybe things are okay. Will be. Even after the shock of opening the door. Even after Rachel, and Doris. Even with all the pitfalls he keeps tripping into.
And he'd be happy to continue not noticing words, but Steve is not letting him off the hook, and Danny knows better than to think a kiss is going to be the end of it, so he slews a little to one side, tracing lips across the corner of Steve's mouth, his cheek, toward the angle of his jaw. Wanting to be as much of a smartass, except Steve isn't being a smartass. Not really. Not with that tone. The one that half expects Danny to, what. Go? Actually mean it, that phrase, the way it's been defined by people for decades, probably since the beginning of human civilization? Like Danny's going to actually hand him the world's best-known break-up phrase when that is the thing that terrifies him the most.
Or, was. Before he realized that maybe they're together enough to merit a break-up, which is a thought process he really, seriously can't go down right now.
"Way too early, I agree."
It's never too early for things to go wrong, but it was far, far too early to suggest they might be insurmountable. Right? Even though it is him. Would be him. Someone Steve might want, but Steve has no idea what kind of role wanting actually plays in being with someone without wanting to set the air they breathe on fire. He can think of plenty of people he's wanted who he hasn't liked. It wouldn't stop hatred from settling in.
But it isn't that now. It isn't what Steve's insinuating now, and Danny can go ahead and draw it right across his skin. Or at least, he can try.
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Date: 2013-02-28 10:19 pm (UTC)And Steve doesn't even give him a chance to respond before he's pushing up, muscles tensing under Danny's fingers, sending Danny's head spinning, making him take in a sharp breath before his eyes close and he's opening his mouth to a kiss like an implosion. Fingers tightening on Steve's back, muscles contracting as he tries to get him closer, pull him up, push himself down. A short fuse lit and following a dancing spark in his head.
When it's the only fucking thing in the world that makes him feel like he can breathe. Like maybe things are okay. Will be. Even after the shock of opening the door. Even after Rachel, and Doris. Even with all the pitfalls he keeps tripping into.
And he'd be happy to continue not noticing words, but Steve is not letting him off the hook, and Danny knows better than to think a kiss is going to be the end of it, so he slews a little to one side, tracing lips across the corner of Steve's mouth, his cheek, toward the angle of his jaw. Wanting to be as much of a smartass, except Steve isn't being a smartass. Not really. Not with that tone. The one that half expects Danny to, what. Go? Actually mean it, that phrase, the way it's been defined by people for decades, probably since the beginning of human civilization? Like Danny's going to actually hand him the world's best-known break-up phrase when that is the thing that terrifies him the most.
Or, was. Before he realized that maybe they're together enough to merit a break-up, which is a thought process he really, seriously can't go down right now.
"Way too early, I agree."
It's never too early for things to go wrong, but it was far, far too early to suggest they might be insurmountable. Right? Even though it is him. Would be him. Someone Steve might want, but Steve has no idea what kind of role wanting actually plays in being with someone without wanting to set the air they breathe on fire. He can think of plenty of people he's wanted who he hasn't liked. It wouldn't stop hatred from settling in.
But it isn't that now. It isn't what Steve's insinuating now, and Danny can go ahead and draw it right across his skin. Or at least, he can try.