There's a lot of give and take, with the two of them. There always has been, but it's never felt like anyone was taking, never felt like either of them was holding something out for it to be snatched away. It's more like tides, rising and falling. Or like shadows and sunshine, one pushing forward, the other giving way, until it gets turned around again.
A partnership. That's what it is. A good one, the kind where they trust each other, know how far the other one can be pushed, be certain that they always have each other's backs. A friendship where they share everything, triumphs and problems and losses.
And now Steve wants to share this. Wants him here, present, right now, in this second, which means Danny needs to drag himself out of his preoccupied focus, the way he'd dragged Steve earlier, and respond, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, pressing up for a kiss, letting his fingers let go, even when it feels like prying them off Steve's skin or moving them to another spot is just asking to slide right off the cliff face.
Except he won't. Because Steve's got him. Steve's right here. Moving careful and slow, without stopping, pushing in, and Danny's struck for a second by how right it is that Steve, who's been metaphorically shoving himself into Danny's chest and head and under his skin for two years now is the one to be doing it for real, to slip inside and make room for himself where there wasn't any before.
Making his voice hoarse when he answers, but it's there. He's here. Is along for this ride, just like he said. He's not leaving Steve hanging out here alone, no matter how strange it all feels.
"Okay," he says, lets his iron grip relax, spreads his fingers, skates palm and careful fingers over Steve's skin instead of digging in again. "I'm here."
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Date: 2013-06-02 01:07 pm (UTC)A partnership. That's what it is. A good one, the kind where they trust each other, know how far the other one can be pushed, be certain that they always have each other's backs. A friendship where they share everything, triumphs and problems and losses.
And now Steve wants to share this. Wants him here, present, right now, in this second, which means Danny needs to drag himself out of his preoccupied focus, the way he'd dragged Steve earlier, and respond, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, pressing up for a kiss, letting his fingers let go, even when it feels like prying them off Steve's skin or moving them to another spot is just asking to slide right off the cliff face.
Except he won't. Because Steve's got him. Steve's right here. Moving careful and slow, without stopping, pushing in, and Danny's struck for a second by how right it is that Steve, who's been metaphorically shoving himself into Danny's chest and head and under his skin for two years now is the one to be doing it for real, to slip inside and make room for himself where there wasn't any before.
Making his voice hoarse when he answers, but it's there. He's here. Is along for this ride, just like he said. He's not leaving Steve hanging out here alone, no matter how strange it all feels.
"Okay," he says, lets his iron grip relax, spreads his fingers, skates palm and careful fingers over Steve's skin instead of digging in again. "I'm here."