This doesn't honestly work as well with Danny as it does with someone small and lithe and limber. The couch. Danny is short, but even for that, the man takes up space and he is solid. A solidness that Steve's entire body is picking up when being drug down is wearing away into touching Danny on nearly every possible spot he can in this position. Drug down like he'd violated some air space rule Danny hadn't announced about distance until he'd broken it.
When Danny lets out a sound like Steve collapsed on him like a pile of bricks, moving his leg away even more, and Steve is far too aware how much he doesn't at any space anyway, but he really doesn't fit with someone else closer to his size. And maybe he'd make the note of it next, a comment, joke something, if it weren't for the fact Danny's hands haven't moved into the sightest. There are still finger tips in the ladder of his ribs on the back, while Danny heart is beating hard against his own chest, and Danny is staring at his mouth.
Licking his lips in way that copies Steve's last second, but that watching Danny makes all the water and air in his throat evaporate. Toward the consideration of kissing him already. Just stopping this tirade and having his mouth back on Danny's. The taste of him, when the beer is almost gone, the way it's a fight and defeat that somehow isn't either. And it's everything they both want. When Danny's have to struggle at the effort of lifting from looking at his mouth, his face, to find his eyes while throwing words at Steve's head.
Words he starts shoving back, like it's easy, like they aren't boulders beng shoves out between sandpaper cliffs.
"Yeah? And what's that?" Steve asked, like he wasn't rolling in it all, like he wasn't asking if the sun was setting and the waves were rolling out, like Danny had ever had a more pressing thing to do with each day of his last few years than try to melt Steve's brain out his ears for daring to me a little more cavalier than the next man. Whom Danny happened to be.
So. Yeah. He's asking. Smile gone nowhere but brighter.
Begging Danny to tell him one more time what his biggest problem was.
To let it slip just how fast he can kiss the whole damn thing straight off Danny's mouth and from his thoughts.
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Date: 2013-05-17 03:22 am (UTC)When Danny lets out a sound like Steve collapsed on him like a pile of bricks, moving his leg away even more, and Steve is far too aware how much he doesn't at any space anyway, but he really doesn't fit with someone else closer to his size. And maybe he'd make the note of it next, a comment, joke something, if it weren't for the fact Danny's hands haven't moved into the sightest. There are still finger tips in the ladder of his ribs on the back, while Danny heart is beating hard against his own chest, and Danny is staring at his mouth.
Licking his lips in way that copies Steve's last second, but that watching Danny makes all the water and air in his throat evaporate. Toward the consideration of kissing him already. Just stopping this tirade and having his mouth back on Danny's. The taste of him, when the beer is almost gone, the way it's a fight and defeat that somehow isn't either. And it's everything they both want. When Danny's have to struggle at the effort of lifting from looking at his mouth, his face, to find his eyes while throwing words at Steve's head.
Words he starts shoving back, like it's easy, like they aren't boulders beng shoves out between sandpaper cliffs.
"Yeah? And what's that?" Steve asked, like he wasn't rolling in it all, like he wasn't asking if the sun was setting and the waves were rolling out, like Danny had ever had a more pressing thing to do with each day of his last few years than try to melt Steve's brain out his ears for daring to me a little more cavalier than the next man. Whom Danny happened to be.
So. Yeah. He's asking. Smile gone nowhere but brighter.
Begging Danny to tell him one more time what his biggest problem was.
To let it slip just how fast he can kiss the whole damn thing straight off Danny's mouth and from his thoughts.