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thegrrrl2002Title: Our Eyes Speak Up for Us
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thegrrrl2002 & delicatale
Fandom: H50
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3950
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Steve can’t miss the large mirror, stuck to the ceiling over the bed.
Notes: More smutty Steve/Danny fun! And yes, fun was had, writing this, becausedelicatale is AWESOME that way. ::blows kisses::
“Right behind you,” Kono says.
Steve glances in the rear view mirror and sure enough, Chin and Kono have pulled up behind them. “All right,” Steve tells her. “Like I said, it’s been quiet all night so far, but the moment they’re on the move, you let me know.”
“Got it,” Kono says, far too cheery for one o’clock in the morning. “Go get some shut-eye, you two. Chin says there’s a motel up ahead--make a left at the light, head down a couple of blocks and you should see it.”
“Sounds good.” Steve says his goodbye and hangs up. “Come on,” he says to Danny, who is slumped in the car seat beside him, head titled back against the headrest. “We’re out of here.”
Danny shakes himself, his eyes heavy-lidded and shining in the darkness, tiredness etched all over his features. Steve is faring better, used to many hours of training, BUD/S Hell Week and then missions needing him to stay alert and focused for hours on end, walking through the jungle at night. He reaches out, unable to resist brushing a finger along the corner of Danny’s eyes, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone.
“Okay.” Danny sighs.
Steve smiles at Danny’s tired compliance, and he pulls away, following Kono’s instructions to the motel. It’s a little run down and far from being fancy, but it’s close and if there’s a problem, they can be back at the scene in record time. They get themselves a room, and Steve doesn’t even flinch at the mention of a queen size instead of two singles, just takes the key, leads Danny off, sits him on the end of the large bed once they’re inside. Danny tilts his head back as Steve looks out the door, contemplating going for a snacks and drinks hunt.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Danny says.
“What?”
Danny points at the ceiling, a smirk on his face - he seems much more awake and alert, now. “I think Kono sent us to a brothel, Steven.”
Steve looks up. He can’t miss the large mirror, stuck to the ceiling over the bed
“She did not,” Steve says. Then frowns. “Did she?” He looks around--the room seems all right, clean and simple, if a bit shabby.
“Okay, okay.” Danny is still smirking. “Maybe a honeymoon palace that’s seen better days? Maybe we’re in Hawaii’s version of the Poconos, minus the heart-shaped tubs.”
“Where?” Steve asks.
Danny’s chuckling to himself. “It’s a Jersey thing,” he says, waving a dismissive hand at Steve. He pulls his phone and wallet out of his pocket and tosses them on the dresser, shaking his head.
“Oh,” Steve says. “A Jersey thing. Like you?”
He crosses the room, approaching Danny who is still laughing quietly, rubbing his face now, as if incapable of not laughing.
“Yeah, like me.” Danny snorts. “A Jersey thing.”
Steve’s come to realize that Danny gets kind of goofy when he’s tired, and honestly, it’s adorable. He bumps up against Danny’s legs, easing in between them and Danny leans back on his arms, staring up at Steve. “What?” Danny asks.
Steve leans down and kisses Danny, sliding a hand around the back of his head to hold him steady.
“Hey, hey,” Danny murmurs. “Aren’t we on the job?”
Steve shakes his head, pressing more kisses to Danny’s lips, cheeks, jaw, back up to his mouth.
“Not technically. Our shift ended, we’re off for the night.”
“So you want to spend the few, precious hours of sleep we have, fucking?”
Steve pulls back just enough to look into Danny’s eyes, see the teasing glint there, understanding that Danny is not going to put up a fight, not really. He looks delicious, half-lying on the bed, raised up on his elbows to keep close to Steve, his hair a mess, his tie loose. Steve wants him so badly - he keeps himself in check at work and in public and whenever he needs to, but when it’s the two of them alone, Steve has no issues showing just how much he wants Danny.
“We can do both,” Steve explains. “Sex, and then sleep. Sex will relax us enough that we can have the best kind of sleep, you know.”
“Oh, will it now?”
“Mmhmm.” Steve hovers above Danny for a second before leaning down, a teasing flick of his tongue over Danny’s lips, his eyes flickering between Danny’s eyes and his mouth. “And then there’s the fact that there is a mirror on the ceiling, Danny. D’you know how much I want to watch you ride my cock?”
Danny leans his head back, looks up at the ceiling, then back down at Steve. “You are filthy, filthy man.”
Steve nods and Danny smiles, a broad, pleased smile that does things to Steve’s gut, makes him feel all twisted deep inside. Danny reaches out, fingers teasing the side of Steve’s neck before curling in the collar of Steve’s t-shirt and pulling. Steve ducks his head, helping eagerly as Danny pulls his shirt off. When he emerges, Danny isn’t looking at him. He’s looking up at the ceiling.
“I’m starting to see the appeal,” Danny muses. “Pants.”
Steve kicks his shoes off and strips completely, shucking his pants, underwear, socks, everything. He’s hard already, all it took was the thought of Danny riding him, of being inside Danny’s tight, hot body. He glances up, catching Danny’s eye in the mirror. It’s disorienting, seeing themselves flipped like that, Danny staring down at him now, stretched out on the bed, legs spread, head tilted back, the swell of his cock visible beneath his khakis.
Steve stretches out an arm, looks back down to avoid getting dizzy, and pulls Danny’s belt and pants open, tugs them down, along with his underwear. He’s got little patience for clothes and even if the idea of slowly peeling Danny out of them is appealing, right now that is as far away from what Steve wants as anything can get. He gets rid of Danny’s shoes and socks and leaves the pile of clothing by the bed, going to kneel on it himself, looking back up at the mirror.
A little bit more and he could reach out, touch it - he could simply reach out and touch Danny, just here next to him on the bed, but looking up at him without touching him makes Steve feel as though Danny isn’t actually there, but on the other side of the mirror, waiting to know and hear what Steve wants to do.
“Shirt, off, Danny.”
Danny strips - slowly, his eyes not leaving Steve’s. His movements are precise enough that Steve barely feels the bed shift when Danny takes his shirt off, tie following, and then they’re both naked, hard, obviously needy. Steve reaches out, looks at his own hand on Danny’s chest, feels the muscles tense and release under his fingertips, the golden hairs that he sees in the mirror soft under his palm.
“Fuck, Steve,” Danny sounds hoarse, his voice low and a little rough. “You’re going to get a crick in your neck, you perv.”
And yeah, maybe Danny’s right, his neck is beginning to ache a bit already. Steve drops his head and pushes Danny back on the bed, forcing him to move toward the center. Danny scoots back and Steve can see he’s still staring up at the mirror, maybe intrigued by the sight of Steve’s large hand splayed across his chest.
He needs to see what Danny’s seeing, so he crawls beside Danny and stretches out on the bed beside him. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip and god, they look fantastic, his own body lean and narrow, skin tanned dark except where protected by his swimsuit, but Danny, Danny is pale and somehow golden and thick and muscular. Steve loves the contrast between them. He places a hand on Danny’s stomach, slides it down to where Danny’s full, heavy cock is resting.
Danny is watching, his eyes dark and focused as he raises his hips, pushing his cock up to meet Steve’s hand.
“I’m the filthy one?” Steve asks softly. He teases the head of Danny’s cock with his fingers and watches Danny’s stomach muscles twitch in response.
“Yes,” Danny breathes out softly, blinking at Steve, rolling his hips again, minute movements that Steve registers, laser focus moving from Danny’s face to his crotch and back. His fingers brush the tip of Danny’s cock again before trailing his hand down along the underside of Danny’s erection, and back up. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you are.”
“Well, you can’t say this doesn’t turn you on,” Steve says, tapping a finger along the side of Danny’s erect cock. .
“Am not saying that. You started it, though.”
Danny sneaks a hand on Steve’s stomach too, tiptoeing up to his nipple, flicking gently before he moves his hand back down and Steve watches, fascinated, unable to look away.
“Need more, Steve.”
Steve is willing to give, but the words are stuck to the roof of his mouth, hot and like molasses, fuck my mouth refusing to move past his lips.
“Steve?” Danny rolls onto his side solid body pressed against the length of Steve’s. “You going to do anything more than just look?”
He leans down to nuzzle Steve’s cheek and Steve catches a glimpse of their faces pressed together--Danny’s ear, the curve of his cheek, wayward blond hair falling across his forehead while his own lips tug into a smile--before he turns to kiss Danny. It’s a deep, dirty kiss, and Danny gives it lots of tongue and teeth, a sure sign that he’s completely turned on, that he’s feeling just as needy and hot as Steve is right now and fuck, Steve loves that they’re on the same page with this.
“Come here,” Steve says, hand on Danny’s hip.
“Where? What?” Danny looks befuddled as Steve pulls back,, as if confused as to why they’re no longer kissing.
“Sit right up here.” Steve pats his chest.
Danny’s eyes widen. He scrambles to sit up, swinging a leg over Steve’s chest as Steve guides him into place, heart beating fast. Danny’s cock bumps against his chin and Steve looks up and sees the top of Danny’s head in the mirror, the broad spread of his shoulders, his thighs spread across Steve’s own chest and Danny’s cock jutting out eagerly, just inches from his mouth.
Steve licks his lips, looks up at this version of himself, this debauched, horny version of himself, and uses both hands on Danny’s ass to pull him close. Danny gets on with the plan immediately, raising on his knees enough to be able to slide his cock in and out of Steve’s lips, slowly, one of his hands curling around the headboard. Steve runs his fingers along Danny’s thighs, feeling the muscles bunch up and tense, trembling a little as he obviously tries to keep himself in check, but Steve wouldn’t mind more, craves more. He pulls his head up and meets Danny’s short thrusts halfway, uses his free hand to grope Danny’s ass, urge him to move faster, harder.
“Babe -” Danny’s voice is low and broken, and when Steve looks at them, he sees Danny’s face, tilted up, but his eyes are closed, his teeth biting hard into his lower lip. From his vantage point, Steve can see Danny’s hips roll, the shimmer of sweat over his skin catching the dusty light coming through the blinds as he moves. “Driving me crazy, fuck.”
Steve groans, his own hips moving as he sucks hard, pressing his tongue to the underside of Danny’s cock. Danny shudders in response, tugging back, falling free from Steve’s mouth and trailing pre-come along his chin. Danny curses, eyes opening as he drops his head again but Steve’s already has a hand around the base of Danny’s cock, guiding him back in.
It’s making him crazy, too, the sensation of Danny’s thick cock pushing past his lips, the taste of Danny’s skin, salty with sweat, the weight of Danny across his chest, thighs pressed on either side of his body. He blinks up at the mirror, watching as Danny’s cock disappears into his mouth. With a hand to Danny’s chest, he pushes Danny’s back, trying to clear his view and Danny’s hips jerk forward, cock pressing against the roof of Steve’s mouth.
“Jesus,” Danny says, and he falls back, cock sliding free of Steve’s mouth as he struggles to keep from landing hard on Steve’s chest. “You’re killing me here.”
“You have no idea how hot you look.”
Danny lets out a small purry sound at Steve’s words, his eyes closed and his lips curled into a satisfied smile. He looks the same way after he’s come, sometimes, sated and happy, a little proud. Steve is on the verge of a breakdown, though, needing to be inside Danny so much he’s pushing his hips up into thin air, trying to find some friction, not getting any. Danny leans closer, curling over Steve’s chest, nuzzling Steve’s jaw, moving to bite at his earlobe.
“What do you want, Steve? Still want me to ride you?”
“Fuck, yes, yes.” Steve would be embarrassed at the own sound of his voice, so low and desperate and broken but Danny’s panting in his ear as he slides down Steve’s body, whimpering a little as his cock drags over Steve’s chest.
“Please tell me you brought supplies.” Danny’s lips slide over Steve’s.
“Pants pocket,” Steve says and he’s rewarded with a blinding smile as Danny pushes back, then climbs off.
Steve immediately misses the warmth and weight of Danny’s body. He slides a hand down his own stomach, fingers curling loosely around his cock as he waits, watching as Danny leans over the edge of the bed and roots through the pile of discarded clothing, ass jutting in the air, balls hanging heavy between his legs.
Then Steve glances up and catches the reflection of himself, lips red and wet, his skin sweaty and his cock, thick and red as it slides through his fingers. This is what Danny sees, he realizes, it’s what puts that hungry look in Danny’s eyes and the thought warms him, sends a heated flush through his body.
“What, you getting started without me?”
Still staring up the mirror, Steve watches Danny crawl up next to him, leaning down to press a kiss to his stomach, then pulling Steve’s hand away and sucking Steve’s cock into his mouth. Steve groans sharply, mesmerized by the sight of Danny’s blond head moving between his legs, then realizes that Danny’s reaching back, behind himself, getting himself ready.
Steve can barely breathe, completely transfixed by the show Danny’s putting on, because he knows very well the mirror is here, and Steve is watching. There is something incredibly intimate and dirty in Steve watching Danny like this, watching his hand move, fingers sliding in and out of his body. Combined with Danny’s mouth around his cock, Steve is going to go seriously crazy in a minute, already feeling light-headed, his eyes burning as he refuses to blink - if he blinks, it could all go away.
He has to pull Danny off his cock when it’s all too much, Danny’s disheveled hair and the enthusiastic, obscene wet sounds he’s making, and his fingers inside himself, Steve just can’t take it. He pulls Danny up, kisses him like a starved man, feeling on the verge of delirium with Danny sprawled over him like this, so much skin that Steve craves every second of every day.
“Fuck, need - to, Danny - please.” Steve’s not one for begging, but the word slips out of his lips then, and he can’t take it back, wouldn’t, because the look that flashes over Danny’s face is pure lust, unadulterated and a little crazy.
Danny pulls back, wipes his hand on the bedsheets and reaches for the condom. Steve leans back on his arms, watching breathlessly as Danny rolls it on over his cock, fingers deft and sure, only a slight tremor in his arms betraying his urgency.
And then in one swift move Danny’s straddling him, rising up on his knees and reaching behind, holding Steve’s cock steady as he wriggles his hips, easing Steve inside.
Steve bites his lips and holds impossibly still, it takes every ounce of self control that he has and fuck, so much pressure sliding over the head of his cock, it takes his breath away. And the look on Danny’s face, so blissful, eyes closed, the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he concentrates, it’s seared into Steve’s mind now.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Danny says softly as he eases himself down, until he’s sitting directly on Steve’s hips, Steve’s cock snug up inside of him. “Fuck.”
Danny takes a moment, breathing in deep before leaning back, tightening his muscles so much that Steve gasps, a sharp burst of pleasure racing through his gut. He falls back on the bed, head hitting the mattress and oh fuck, the mirror.
Everything is so sharp and the two of them are so beautiful Steve feels his eyes cross for an instant, a quick thrust from Danny not helping. Sweaty skin to sweaty skin, Danny’s open hand on Steve’s chest, pale against tan, Danny’s blissed out features, his lips parted to let out little pants and groans, and Steve’s own face, lips a thin line and eyes moving everywhere, taking in to the scene they make, the two of them, their hips rolling and moving together, the sounds they make clashing together against the low hum of the AC.
Danny keeps on making these little keening noises every time he lowers himself down on Steve’s cock, so tight and amazing and looking so good Steve wants to close his eyes and see him like this, exactly like this forever. He’d never thought, when they first met, that Danny could end up being so erotic, giving himself over so freely and now everything about him exudes confidence and sex to Steve, so gorgeous Steve can hardly take it.
“Oh, fuck, Danny - look at yourself. Look at us.”
Danny’s eyes blink open and he appears confused until he looks up, meeting Steve’s eyes. He goes still and it’s almost unbearable, Steve has to grasp at Danny’s thighs to try and contain himself. It’s torture, exquisite torture but Danny doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy leaning back, hands behind him on Steve’s thighs, hips lifted and now the line of his body is reflected in the mirror from his shoulders down to his knees. He tilts his head back and Steve can tell his eyes are on where their bodies intersect, his thighs bracketing Steve’s hips, knees snug up against Steve’s ribs, his cock arcing out over Steve’s belly.
And Steve knows exactly what he wants to see next. He licks his hand and reaches for Danny’s cock, enjoying the gasp and twitch of Danny’s muscles as he wraps his hand around it and begins to stroke, sure and steady.
Danny makes a desperate sound and begins to move again, grinding down on Steve’s cock, barely lifting at all and Steve is hanging on by a thread. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to lose it spectacularly, right there and then, as Danny twists his hips and rolls his muscles and god, the sight of his hand, moving over Danny’s cock, Steve thinks that maybe he should look away but he can’t.
He’s transfixed by their reflection, how he wishes he could film them, watch it over and over again. His head is spinning with the feel of Danny around him, in his hand, the heat of him sticking to Steve’s skin. His heart is beating so fast it could burst out of his ribcage any minute, and Steve is way too far gone to think about calming himself down, too close to jumping off the edge, right alongside Danny.
“Oh, fuck!”
It’s the only warning Steve gets before Danny’s coming, all over Steve’s hand and stomach, and Steve cannot help running his free hand through the mess Danny’s made over his chest, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean under Danny’s heavy gaze.
Danny squeezes his muscles around Steve’s cock, still moving his hips in torturous, slow circles, movements stuttering a little as he rides out his high, and fuck, Steve’s gone, thrusting up into Danny until he’s coming with the taste of Danny on his lips..
White hot pleasure rips through him as he shoves up hard against Danny’s weight. It’s a relief to let himself go, it rocks him hard and he makes an ungodly amount of noise through it all. When it’s finally over, he feels a little like he’s been run over by a truck as he lays there, trying to draw oxygen back into his lungs, sweat dripping down his brow. He blinks his eyes open, wipes the sweat from his forehead and looks up to see Danny, eyes bright and blue, watching him--watching his face, more precisely--with rapt attention.
Steve grins, warm all over again and the corner of Danny’s eyes crinkle as he smiles back, broad and a little goofy. Steve decides he needs the real thing, so he sits up, sliding an arm around Danny’s waist as Danny promptly wraps his arms around Steve’s shoulders and kisses him with startling fierceness.
“You look--” Danny bites at Steve’s chin. “You look amazing.”
He slides closer, still straddling Steve’s lap and Steve’s cock slips free. Steve shudders a little at the sensation, his cock twitchy and over-sensitized. He manages to grab the condom before making a complete mess as Danny kisses him again, distracting him. Danny’s kisses are slow and tired now, perfectly languid, keeping Steve from telling Danny all the amazing things he thinks about him, not allowing him to put it into words as much as he could. When Steve pulls away, Danny curls into him, nose blowing hot breaths across Steve’s shoulder.
“See, you’re all relaxed, now,” Steve points out, and yeah, okay, he’s feeling a little smug. He grins to himself as he lies back on the bed, using the edge of the sheet to wipe his belly clean, then tosses the used condom in the trash can.
“True enough. We’ve got a few hours left, right?” Danny asks as he shifts about, pulling the flimsy sheet over both their bodies. He pulls a pillow under his head, then turns to face Steve, chin poking Steve’s shoulder. “Are you going to sleep at all, or spend the rest of the night staring up into the mirror?”
“I like watching you,” Steve admits. He lays back, arms stretched over his head as he yawns. He’s tired now, completely, deliciously spent and he still can’t take his eyes off of Danny, off the two of them, snuggled together in bed now. A comfortable, content scene.
“While I sleep? You weirdo, you.” Danny wriggles closer, then glances up at the mirror, meeting Steve’s eyes.
“Yeah? You’re the one making me weird.” Steve drags his eyes away from the mirror and leans down to kiss Danny’s forehead. He nuzzles the top of Danny’s head, breathing in deep. He hears Danny mumble something against his chest, he’s pretty sure it’s something along the lines of please, already weird enough. Steve snickers, closing his eyes as he drapes an arm over Danny’s shoulders.
He wonders if he can get away with installing a mirror at home.
Authors:
thegrrrl2002 & delicataleFandom: H50
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3950
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Steve can’t miss the large mirror, stuck to the ceiling over the bed.
Notes: More smutty Steve/Danny fun! And yes, fun was had, writing this, because
delicatale is AWESOME that way. ::blows kisses::“Right behind you,” Kono says.
Steve glances in the rear view mirror and sure enough, Chin and Kono have pulled up behind them. “All right,” Steve tells her. “Like I said, it’s been quiet all night so far, but the moment they’re on the move, you let me know.”
“Got it,” Kono says, far too cheery for one o’clock in the morning. “Go get some shut-eye, you two. Chin says there’s a motel up ahead--make a left at the light, head down a couple of blocks and you should see it.”
“Sounds good.” Steve says his goodbye and hangs up. “Come on,” he says to Danny, who is slumped in the car seat beside him, head titled back against the headrest. “We’re out of here.”
Danny shakes himself, his eyes heavy-lidded and shining in the darkness, tiredness etched all over his features. Steve is faring better, used to many hours of training, BUD/S Hell Week and then missions needing him to stay alert and focused for hours on end, walking through the jungle at night. He reaches out, unable to resist brushing a finger along the corner of Danny’s eyes, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone.
“Okay.” Danny sighs.
Steve smiles at Danny’s tired compliance, and he pulls away, following Kono’s instructions to the motel. It’s a little run down and far from being fancy, but it’s close and if there’s a problem, they can be back at the scene in record time. They get themselves a room, and Steve doesn’t even flinch at the mention of a queen size instead of two singles, just takes the key, leads Danny off, sits him on the end of the large bed once they’re inside. Danny tilts his head back as Steve looks out the door, contemplating going for a snacks and drinks hunt.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Danny says.
“What?”
Danny points at the ceiling, a smirk on his face - he seems much more awake and alert, now. “I think Kono sent us to a brothel, Steven.”
Steve looks up. He can’t miss the large mirror, stuck to the ceiling over the bed
“She did not,” Steve says. Then frowns. “Did she?” He looks around--the room seems all right, clean and simple, if a bit shabby.
“Okay, okay.” Danny is still smirking. “Maybe a honeymoon palace that’s seen better days? Maybe we’re in Hawaii’s version of the Poconos, minus the heart-shaped tubs.”
“Where?” Steve asks.
Danny’s chuckling to himself. “It’s a Jersey thing,” he says, waving a dismissive hand at Steve. He pulls his phone and wallet out of his pocket and tosses them on the dresser, shaking his head.
“Oh,” Steve says. “A Jersey thing. Like you?”
He crosses the room, approaching Danny who is still laughing quietly, rubbing his face now, as if incapable of not laughing.
“Yeah, like me.” Danny snorts. “A Jersey thing.”
Steve’s come to realize that Danny gets kind of goofy when he’s tired, and honestly, it’s adorable. He bumps up against Danny’s legs, easing in between them and Danny leans back on his arms, staring up at Steve. “What?” Danny asks.
Steve leans down and kisses Danny, sliding a hand around the back of his head to hold him steady.
“Hey, hey,” Danny murmurs. “Aren’t we on the job?”
Steve shakes his head, pressing more kisses to Danny’s lips, cheeks, jaw, back up to his mouth.
“Not technically. Our shift ended, we’re off for the night.”
“So you want to spend the few, precious hours of sleep we have, fucking?”
Steve pulls back just enough to look into Danny’s eyes, see the teasing glint there, understanding that Danny is not going to put up a fight, not really. He looks delicious, half-lying on the bed, raised up on his elbows to keep close to Steve, his hair a mess, his tie loose. Steve wants him so badly - he keeps himself in check at work and in public and whenever he needs to, but when it’s the two of them alone, Steve has no issues showing just how much he wants Danny.
“We can do both,” Steve explains. “Sex, and then sleep. Sex will relax us enough that we can have the best kind of sleep, you know.”
“Oh, will it now?”
“Mmhmm.” Steve hovers above Danny for a second before leaning down, a teasing flick of his tongue over Danny’s lips, his eyes flickering between Danny’s eyes and his mouth. “And then there’s the fact that there is a mirror on the ceiling, Danny. D’you know how much I want to watch you ride my cock?”
Danny leans his head back, looks up at the ceiling, then back down at Steve. “You are filthy, filthy man.”
Steve nods and Danny smiles, a broad, pleased smile that does things to Steve’s gut, makes him feel all twisted deep inside. Danny reaches out, fingers teasing the side of Steve’s neck before curling in the collar of Steve’s t-shirt and pulling. Steve ducks his head, helping eagerly as Danny pulls his shirt off. When he emerges, Danny isn’t looking at him. He’s looking up at the ceiling.
“I’m starting to see the appeal,” Danny muses. “Pants.”
Steve kicks his shoes off and strips completely, shucking his pants, underwear, socks, everything. He’s hard already, all it took was the thought of Danny riding him, of being inside Danny’s tight, hot body. He glances up, catching Danny’s eye in the mirror. It’s disorienting, seeing themselves flipped like that, Danny staring down at him now, stretched out on the bed, legs spread, head tilted back, the swell of his cock visible beneath his khakis.
Steve stretches out an arm, looks back down to avoid getting dizzy, and pulls Danny’s belt and pants open, tugs them down, along with his underwear. He’s got little patience for clothes and even if the idea of slowly peeling Danny out of them is appealing, right now that is as far away from what Steve wants as anything can get. He gets rid of Danny’s shoes and socks and leaves the pile of clothing by the bed, going to kneel on it himself, looking back up at the mirror.
A little bit more and he could reach out, touch it - he could simply reach out and touch Danny, just here next to him on the bed, but looking up at him without touching him makes Steve feel as though Danny isn’t actually there, but on the other side of the mirror, waiting to know and hear what Steve wants to do.
“Shirt, off, Danny.”
Danny strips - slowly, his eyes not leaving Steve’s. His movements are precise enough that Steve barely feels the bed shift when Danny takes his shirt off, tie following, and then they’re both naked, hard, obviously needy. Steve reaches out, looks at his own hand on Danny’s chest, feels the muscles tense and release under his fingertips, the golden hairs that he sees in the mirror soft under his palm.
“Fuck, Steve,” Danny sounds hoarse, his voice low and a little rough. “You’re going to get a crick in your neck, you perv.”
And yeah, maybe Danny’s right, his neck is beginning to ache a bit already. Steve drops his head and pushes Danny back on the bed, forcing him to move toward the center. Danny scoots back and Steve can see he’s still staring up at the mirror, maybe intrigued by the sight of Steve’s large hand splayed across his chest.
He needs to see what Danny’s seeing, so he crawls beside Danny and stretches out on the bed beside him. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip and god, they look fantastic, his own body lean and narrow, skin tanned dark except where protected by his swimsuit, but Danny, Danny is pale and somehow golden and thick and muscular. Steve loves the contrast between them. He places a hand on Danny’s stomach, slides it down to where Danny’s full, heavy cock is resting.
Danny is watching, his eyes dark and focused as he raises his hips, pushing his cock up to meet Steve’s hand.
“I’m the filthy one?” Steve asks softly. He teases the head of Danny’s cock with his fingers and watches Danny’s stomach muscles twitch in response.
“Yes,” Danny breathes out softly, blinking at Steve, rolling his hips again, minute movements that Steve registers, laser focus moving from Danny’s face to his crotch and back. His fingers brush the tip of Danny’s cock again before trailing his hand down along the underside of Danny’s erection, and back up. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you are.”
“Well, you can’t say this doesn’t turn you on,” Steve says, tapping a finger along the side of Danny’s erect cock. .
“Am not saying that. You started it, though.”
Danny sneaks a hand on Steve’s stomach too, tiptoeing up to his nipple, flicking gently before he moves his hand back down and Steve watches, fascinated, unable to look away.
“Need more, Steve.”
Steve is willing to give, but the words are stuck to the roof of his mouth, hot and like molasses, fuck my mouth refusing to move past his lips.
“Steve?” Danny rolls onto his side solid body pressed against the length of Steve’s. “You going to do anything more than just look?”
He leans down to nuzzle Steve’s cheek and Steve catches a glimpse of their faces pressed together--Danny’s ear, the curve of his cheek, wayward blond hair falling across his forehead while his own lips tug into a smile--before he turns to kiss Danny. It’s a deep, dirty kiss, and Danny gives it lots of tongue and teeth, a sure sign that he’s completely turned on, that he’s feeling just as needy and hot as Steve is right now and fuck, Steve loves that they’re on the same page with this.
“Come here,” Steve says, hand on Danny’s hip.
“Where? What?” Danny looks befuddled as Steve pulls back,, as if confused as to why they’re no longer kissing.
“Sit right up here.” Steve pats his chest.
Danny’s eyes widen. He scrambles to sit up, swinging a leg over Steve’s chest as Steve guides him into place, heart beating fast. Danny’s cock bumps against his chin and Steve looks up and sees the top of Danny’s head in the mirror, the broad spread of his shoulders, his thighs spread across Steve’s own chest and Danny’s cock jutting out eagerly, just inches from his mouth.
Steve licks his lips, looks up at this version of himself, this debauched, horny version of himself, and uses both hands on Danny’s ass to pull him close. Danny gets on with the plan immediately, raising on his knees enough to be able to slide his cock in and out of Steve’s lips, slowly, one of his hands curling around the headboard. Steve runs his fingers along Danny’s thighs, feeling the muscles bunch up and tense, trembling a little as he obviously tries to keep himself in check, but Steve wouldn’t mind more, craves more. He pulls his head up and meets Danny’s short thrusts halfway, uses his free hand to grope Danny’s ass, urge him to move faster, harder.
“Babe -” Danny’s voice is low and broken, and when Steve looks at them, he sees Danny’s face, tilted up, but his eyes are closed, his teeth biting hard into his lower lip. From his vantage point, Steve can see Danny’s hips roll, the shimmer of sweat over his skin catching the dusty light coming through the blinds as he moves. “Driving me crazy, fuck.”
Steve groans, his own hips moving as he sucks hard, pressing his tongue to the underside of Danny’s cock. Danny shudders in response, tugging back, falling free from Steve’s mouth and trailing pre-come along his chin. Danny curses, eyes opening as he drops his head again but Steve’s already has a hand around the base of Danny’s cock, guiding him back in.
It’s making him crazy, too, the sensation of Danny’s thick cock pushing past his lips, the taste of Danny’s skin, salty with sweat, the weight of Danny across his chest, thighs pressed on either side of his body. He blinks up at the mirror, watching as Danny’s cock disappears into his mouth. With a hand to Danny’s chest, he pushes Danny’s back, trying to clear his view and Danny’s hips jerk forward, cock pressing against the roof of Steve’s mouth.
“Jesus,” Danny says, and he falls back, cock sliding free of Steve’s mouth as he struggles to keep from landing hard on Steve’s chest. “You’re killing me here.”
“You have no idea how hot you look.”
Danny lets out a small purry sound at Steve’s words, his eyes closed and his lips curled into a satisfied smile. He looks the same way after he’s come, sometimes, sated and happy, a little proud. Steve is on the verge of a breakdown, though, needing to be inside Danny so much he’s pushing his hips up into thin air, trying to find some friction, not getting any. Danny leans closer, curling over Steve’s chest, nuzzling Steve’s jaw, moving to bite at his earlobe.
“What do you want, Steve? Still want me to ride you?”
“Fuck, yes, yes.” Steve would be embarrassed at the own sound of his voice, so low and desperate and broken but Danny’s panting in his ear as he slides down Steve’s body, whimpering a little as his cock drags over Steve’s chest.
“Please tell me you brought supplies.” Danny’s lips slide over Steve’s.
“Pants pocket,” Steve says and he’s rewarded with a blinding smile as Danny pushes back, then climbs off.
Steve immediately misses the warmth and weight of Danny’s body. He slides a hand down his own stomach, fingers curling loosely around his cock as he waits, watching as Danny leans over the edge of the bed and roots through the pile of discarded clothing, ass jutting in the air, balls hanging heavy between his legs.
Then Steve glances up and catches the reflection of himself, lips red and wet, his skin sweaty and his cock, thick and red as it slides through his fingers. This is what Danny sees, he realizes, it’s what puts that hungry look in Danny’s eyes and the thought warms him, sends a heated flush through his body.
“What, you getting started without me?”
Still staring up the mirror, Steve watches Danny crawl up next to him, leaning down to press a kiss to his stomach, then pulling Steve’s hand away and sucking Steve’s cock into his mouth. Steve groans sharply, mesmerized by the sight of Danny’s blond head moving between his legs, then realizes that Danny’s reaching back, behind himself, getting himself ready.
Steve can barely breathe, completely transfixed by the show Danny’s putting on, because he knows very well the mirror is here, and Steve is watching. There is something incredibly intimate and dirty in Steve watching Danny like this, watching his hand move, fingers sliding in and out of his body. Combined with Danny’s mouth around his cock, Steve is going to go seriously crazy in a minute, already feeling light-headed, his eyes burning as he refuses to blink - if he blinks, it could all go away.
He has to pull Danny off his cock when it’s all too much, Danny’s disheveled hair and the enthusiastic, obscene wet sounds he’s making, and his fingers inside himself, Steve just can’t take it. He pulls Danny up, kisses him like a starved man, feeling on the verge of delirium with Danny sprawled over him like this, so much skin that Steve craves every second of every day.
“Fuck, need - to, Danny - please.” Steve’s not one for begging, but the word slips out of his lips then, and he can’t take it back, wouldn’t, because the look that flashes over Danny’s face is pure lust, unadulterated and a little crazy.
Danny pulls back, wipes his hand on the bedsheets and reaches for the condom. Steve leans back on his arms, watching breathlessly as Danny rolls it on over his cock, fingers deft and sure, only a slight tremor in his arms betraying his urgency.
And then in one swift move Danny’s straddling him, rising up on his knees and reaching behind, holding Steve’s cock steady as he wriggles his hips, easing Steve inside.
Steve bites his lips and holds impossibly still, it takes every ounce of self control that he has and fuck, so much pressure sliding over the head of his cock, it takes his breath away. And the look on Danny’s face, so blissful, eyes closed, the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he concentrates, it’s seared into Steve’s mind now.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Danny says softly as he eases himself down, until he’s sitting directly on Steve’s hips, Steve’s cock snug up inside of him. “Fuck.”
Danny takes a moment, breathing in deep before leaning back, tightening his muscles so much that Steve gasps, a sharp burst of pleasure racing through his gut. He falls back on the bed, head hitting the mattress and oh fuck, the mirror.
Everything is so sharp and the two of them are so beautiful Steve feels his eyes cross for an instant, a quick thrust from Danny not helping. Sweaty skin to sweaty skin, Danny’s open hand on Steve’s chest, pale against tan, Danny’s blissed out features, his lips parted to let out little pants and groans, and Steve’s own face, lips a thin line and eyes moving everywhere, taking in to the scene they make, the two of them, their hips rolling and moving together, the sounds they make clashing together against the low hum of the AC.
Danny keeps on making these little keening noises every time he lowers himself down on Steve’s cock, so tight and amazing and looking so good Steve wants to close his eyes and see him like this, exactly like this forever. He’d never thought, when they first met, that Danny could end up being so erotic, giving himself over so freely and now everything about him exudes confidence and sex to Steve, so gorgeous Steve can hardly take it.
“Oh, fuck, Danny - look at yourself. Look at us.”
Danny’s eyes blink open and he appears confused until he looks up, meeting Steve’s eyes. He goes still and it’s almost unbearable, Steve has to grasp at Danny’s thighs to try and contain himself. It’s torture, exquisite torture but Danny doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy leaning back, hands behind him on Steve’s thighs, hips lifted and now the line of his body is reflected in the mirror from his shoulders down to his knees. He tilts his head back and Steve can tell his eyes are on where their bodies intersect, his thighs bracketing Steve’s hips, knees snug up against Steve’s ribs, his cock arcing out over Steve’s belly.
And Steve knows exactly what he wants to see next. He licks his hand and reaches for Danny’s cock, enjoying the gasp and twitch of Danny’s muscles as he wraps his hand around it and begins to stroke, sure and steady.
Danny makes a desperate sound and begins to move again, grinding down on Steve’s cock, barely lifting at all and Steve is hanging on by a thread. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to lose it spectacularly, right there and then, as Danny twists his hips and rolls his muscles and god, the sight of his hand, moving over Danny’s cock, Steve thinks that maybe he should look away but he can’t.
He’s transfixed by their reflection, how he wishes he could film them, watch it over and over again. His head is spinning with the feel of Danny around him, in his hand, the heat of him sticking to Steve’s skin. His heart is beating so fast it could burst out of his ribcage any minute, and Steve is way too far gone to think about calming himself down, too close to jumping off the edge, right alongside Danny.
“Oh, fuck!”
It’s the only warning Steve gets before Danny’s coming, all over Steve’s hand and stomach, and Steve cannot help running his free hand through the mess Danny’s made over his chest, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean under Danny’s heavy gaze.
Danny squeezes his muscles around Steve’s cock, still moving his hips in torturous, slow circles, movements stuttering a little as he rides out his high, and fuck, Steve’s gone, thrusting up into Danny until he’s coming with the taste of Danny on his lips..
White hot pleasure rips through him as he shoves up hard against Danny’s weight. It’s a relief to let himself go, it rocks him hard and he makes an ungodly amount of noise through it all. When it’s finally over, he feels a little like he’s been run over by a truck as he lays there, trying to draw oxygen back into his lungs, sweat dripping down his brow. He blinks his eyes open, wipes the sweat from his forehead and looks up to see Danny, eyes bright and blue, watching him--watching his face, more precisely--with rapt attention.
Steve grins, warm all over again and the corner of Danny’s eyes crinkle as he smiles back, broad and a little goofy. Steve decides he needs the real thing, so he sits up, sliding an arm around Danny’s waist as Danny promptly wraps his arms around Steve’s shoulders and kisses him with startling fierceness.
“You look--” Danny bites at Steve’s chin. “You look amazing.”
He slides closer, still straddling Steve’s lap and Steve’s cock slips free. Steve shudders a little at the sensation, his cock twitchy and over-sensitized. He manages to grab the condom before making a complete mess as Danny kisses him again, distracting him. Danny’s kisses are slow and tired now, perfectly languid, keeping Steve from telling Danny all the amazing things he thinks about him, not allowing him to put it into words as much as he could. When Steve pulls away, Danny curls into him, nose blowing hot breaths across Steve’s shoulder.
“See, you’re all relaxed, now,” Steve points out, and yeah, okay, he’s feeling a little smug. He grins to himself as he lies back on the bed, using the edge of the sheet to wipe his belly clean, then tosses the used condom in the trash can.
“True enough. We’ve got a few hours left, right?” Danny asks as he shifts about, pulling the flimsy sheet over both their bodies. He pulls a pillow under his head, then turns to face Steve, chin poking Steve’s shoulder. “Are you going to sleep at all, or spend the rest of the night staring up into the mirror?”
“I like watching you,” Steve admits. He lays back, arms stretched over his head as he yawns. He’s tired now, completely, deliciously spent and he still can’t take his eyes off of Danny, off the two of them, snuggled together in bed now. A comfortable, content scene.
“While I sleep? You weirdo, you.” Danny wriggles closer, then glances up at the mirror, meeting Steve’s eyes.
“Yeah? You’re the one making me weird.” Steve drags his eyes away from the mirror and leans down to kiss Danny’s forehead. He nuzzles the top of Danny’s head, breathing in deep. He hears Danny mumble something against his chest, he’s pretty sure it’s something along the lines of please, already weird enough. Steve snickers, closing his eyes as he drapes an arm over Danny’s shoulders.
He wonders if he can get away with installing a mirror at home.
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Date: 2011-07-19 09:19 pm (UTC)Seriously, you two writing together is like magic. :D
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Date: 2011-07-19 10:37 pm (UTC)thank you!
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Date: 2011-07-19 10:39 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2011-07-19 10:39 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed! And yeah, I would like that drawing, too.
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Date: 2011-07-19 10:43 pm (UTC)What a fantastic bedtime story ghghghg
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Date: 2011-07-19 11:26 pm (UTC)This was super hot.
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Date: 2011-07-20 01:27 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2011-07-20 02:05 am (UTC)Also, thank goodness I have A/C or I'd be dead of heat exhaustion!
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Date: 2011-07-20 02:52 am (UTC)Good thing I live like 70 feet from the Atlantic ocean, 'cause that's where I'm running like a burning thing to now!!
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Date: 2011-07-20 01:28 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2011-07-20 09:43 am (UTC)Ceiling mirrors? Can't tell if they're the naughty or nice part . . .
Aw, who cares?!? It's all good. *g*
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Date: 2011-07-20 01:28 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2011-08-15 06:17 pm (UTC)Porny, hot as hell, lots of love, condom use, just the way I like it. Mmmm.
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