He doesn't really get it, that look that Steve's getting, crawling between his eyebrows and camping there in a short, deep line. It makes him look like he's about to object to something, like an unruly jury member whose forgotten he's supposed to just observe.
But, really, what's he expecting? No matter where they are or what's happening around them, the list of "things that piss Danny off" is always, always topped by Steve. Always. Sometimes facetiously, sometimes in deadly seriousness, but Steve never ranks less than first, except for a few seconds now and again when Raceh's lawyers or the scumbag of the day beats him out .
Still, Steve always rises back to the top, out of sheer volume of annoyance, and because he's always around, unlike lawyers and skeezeball criminals, so there's no reason for him to look like he's worried he's getting kicked off the Dean's List, and it makes Danny grin, huffing a laugh that sounds more affectionate than exasperated, despite his best intentions, because Steve's eyebrows were starting to push together in that bullheaded way he's got, and Danny can't help it, he finds it kind of endearing, which is, he's aware, sick and wrong.
"Don't worry," he says, when he can, but the words still smudge against Steve's mouth, still get breathed with Steve's breath, lands on Steve's lips like he's the one who said them, "you're still the number one pain in my ass."
Except it comes out low and warm and pressed into Steve's mouth, while he's trying to curl up and Steve's trying to push him down. He wants to wrap all the way around him, flip them over and blanket Steve like Steve's blanketing him, pin him down and make him see...
Something. Whatever this is, this thing Steve's questioning and Danny wants to make sure is unquestionable. He's an idiot, he knows he's an idiot, he knows this is wrong and he knows they should stop and he knows, to his core, that wriggling uncomfortable confused part of himself, that he's not going to do any such thing. There's no stopping now, not until it's over, not until they've slammed into fifth gear and gone shooting off the cliffside.
But laughing at Steve -- even yelling at Steve -- isn't as good as kissing Steve, dragging him down and trying to push up at the same time, fighting to own this kiss like he fights to own everything Steve shoves at or away from him, because Steve needs someone who'll push him back instead of letting him shove right through, and, God help him, Danny appears to intend being that person.
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Date: 2013-05-20 12:00 am (UTC)But, really, what's he expecting? No matter where they are or what's happening around them, the list of "things that piss Danny off" is always, always topped by Steve. Always. Sometimes facetiously, sometimes in deadly seriousness, but Steve never ranks less than first, except for a few seconds now and again when Raceh's lawyers or the scumbag of the day beats him out .
Still, Steve always rises back to the top, out of sheer volume of annoyance, and because he's always around, unlike lawyers and skeezeball criminals, so there's no reason for him to look like he's worried he's getting kicked off the Dean's List, and it makes Danny grin, huffing a laugh that sounds more affectionate than exasperated, despite his best intentions, because Steve's eyebrows were starting to push together in that bullheaded way he's got, and Danny can't help it, he finds it kind of endearing, which is, he's aware, sick and wrong.
"Don't worry," he says, when he can, but the words still smudge against Steve's mouth, still get breathed with Steve's breath, lands on Steve's lips like he's the one who said them, "you're still the number one pain in my ass."
Except it comes out low and warm and pressed into Steve's mouth, while he's trying to curl up and Steve's trying to push him down. He wants to wrap all the way around him, flip them over and blanket Steve like Steve's blanketing him, pin him down and make him see...
Something. Whatever this is, this thing Steve's questioning and Danny wants to make sure is unquestionable. He's an idiot, he knows he's an idiot, he knows this is wrong and he knows they should stop and he knows, to his core, that wriggling uncomfortable confused part of himself, that he's not going to do any such thing. There's no stopping now, not until it's over, not until they've slammed into fifth gear and gone shooting off the cliffside.
But laughing at Steve -- even yelling at Steve -- isn't as good as kissing Steve, dragging him down and trying to push up at the same time, fighting to own this kiss like he fights to own everything Steve shoves at or away from him, because Steve needs someone who'll push him back instead of letting him shove right through, and, God help him, Danny appears to intend being that person.
At least for now. As long as he can.