It's seamless, almost too seamless. Danny's hand dropping, but not long enough to be missed. Not long enough, because it's already on him again. Already pressing hard into cloth dragging down his chest, like he has to make sure Steve is still under any part of the shirt where his hand lands. Lands, but doesn't stay. Moves. Wrapping around him and synching tight, dragging him nearly half a step closer, when closer seems almost impossible.
Fingers desperate and digging into him, like Steve had tried to say a word even this way, Danny was just going to storm him still. Or meet him, or push, or force everything out. Everything but this feeling swelling through his chest, making it feel like he's taken on water. More water than the ocean and his heads gone fuzzy, water logged with it all. Danny dragging him forcibly, holding him still, confined in his arm, as much as possible.
Kissing him and dropping that word. That word, that should redefine was desperate, pleading, demanding even is. When Steve thought please was bad enough. But these are falling out, shattering, chipping, pleading ice. Dropping on his lips, tossed at his mouth, getting breathed down into his lungs. Tearing apart everything in his chest like spoken words, are letters made of knives, the same pain in his chest as spikes in the clench of his hair.
Making him drag Danny closer, making Steve kiss him even harder, ignore the pounding, throbbing inside his chest. His lungs, his heart. Like somehow he could take at least that back. Anything, everything that could make Danny sound like this. When it's the sound that makes him want to routinely do things like drop kick bombs into Rachel's house, or a law office, and this is his fault. He's the reason Danny sounds like this. Like somehow he doesn't get he's everything.
He is the only reason Steve could step away, step back, stop. Would be for Danny.
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Date: 2013-05-04 02:42 am (UTC)Fingers desperate and digging into him, like Steve had tried to say a word even this way, Danny was just going to storm him still. Or meet him, or push, or force everything out. Everything but this feeling swelling through his chest, making it feel like he's taken on water. More water than the ocean and his heads gone fuzzy, water logged with it all. Danny dragging him forcibly, holding him still, confined in his arm, as much as possible.
Kissing him and dropping that word. That word, that should redefine was desperate, pleading, demanding even is. When Steve thought please was bad enough. But these are falling out, shattering, chipping, pleading ice. Dropping on his lips, tossed at his mouth, getting breathed down into his lungs. Tearing apart everything in his chest like spoken words, are letters made of knives, the same pain in his chest as spikes in the clench of his hair.
Making him drag Danny closer, making Steve kiss him even harder, ignore the pounding, throbbing inside his chest. His lungs, his heart. Like somehow he could take at least that back. Anything, everything that could make Danny sound like this. When it's the sound that makes him want to routinely do things like drop kick bombs into Rachel's house, or a law office, and this is his fault. He's the reason Danny sounds like this. Like somehow he doesn't get he's everything.
He is the only reason Steve could step away, step back, stop. Would be for Danny.