If he can't help the smile, he definitely can't help the sound that comes on the heels of those words, the walls building up in his chest collapsing back down in a groan that scrapes up his ribcage. Fingers sinking into Steve's hair, tightening against Steve's side.
"Good."
Breathed out, hard and clumsy against Steve's mouth, and he blinks his eyes open just long enough to catch a breath, and look down at him. Smile gone, replaced by this burning that's setting fire to breath and blood and all the vastly expanding, stuffed-full space inside him. Burn it all down. All of it. Everything but Steve, and Grace, and the team. Burn the rules and the people who don't have any say in any of this, not how Danny feels and not how he acts.
Because there is no turning away from this. No possible way to leave, and stay in one piece. Not even if he thought he should. He couldn't. Because Steve is pulling him down, and Steve is pushing up into him, and Steve is saying those words, singeing like a brand into Danny's mind along with the others. "Because I just want you."
Lower, muffled against Steve's mouth, because Danny can't stay away long enough to say it, is caught back up in the lightning storm that strikes every time they touch each other.
And then he doesn't want to talk anymore, not even him, not even with all the words still swirling, somewhere, within reach if he wants them, because Steve's mouth is the single most important thing on his mind right now. Arm wrapping around Steve's shoulders and pulling him closer, partly off the mattress. Sinking into kisses that lick over him like sheets of flame, slamming the heat under the sheets up to feverish. Kissing Steve like it might possibly erase any doubts. For either of them.
Wanting to laugh, but not able to, anymore. What's left of his voice threadbare and worn down to transparency. "Just to be clear, though, you shouldn't actually be burning anything."
Except Danny. Who is. Being burned alive. Talking right into Steve's mouth and following it with nothing at all, just small sounds so low and deep in his chest they might not be there at all.
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Date: 2013-03-02 05:17 am (UTC)"Good."
Breathed out, hard and clumsy against Steve's mouth, and he blinks his eyes open just long enough to catch a breath, and look down at him. Smile gone, replaced by this burning that's setting fire to breath and blood and all the vastly expanding, stuffed-full space inside him. Burn it all down. All of it. Everything but Steve, and Grace, and the team. Burn the rules and the people who don't have any say in any of this, not how Danny feels and not how he acts.
Because there is no turning away from this. No possible way to leave, and stay in one piece. Not even if he thought he should. He couldn't. Because Steve is pulling him down, and Steve is pushing up into him, and Steve is saying those words, singeing like a brand into Danny's mind along with the others. "Because I just want you."
Lower, muffled against Steve's mouth, because Danny can't stay away long enough to say it, is caught back up in the lightning storm that strikes every time they touch each other.
And then he doesn't want to talk anymore, not even him, not even with all the words still swirling, somewhere, within reach if he wants them, because Steve's mouth is the single most important thing on his mind right now. Arm wrapping around Steve's shoulders and pulling him closer, partly off the mattress. Sinking into kisses that lick over him like sheets of flame, slamming the heat under the sheets up to feverish. Kissing Steve like it might possibly erase any doubts. For either of them.
Wanting to laugh, but not able to, anymore. What's left of his voice threadbare and worn down to transparency. "Just to be clear, though, you shouldn't actually be burning anything."
Except Danny. Who is. Being burned alive. Talking right into Steve's mouth and following it with nothing at all, just small sounds so low and deep in his chest they might not be there at all.