As soon as they're through the door, Danny's off like a rocket.
"Come on, come on, time's a-wasting," Danny says, pulling his tee-shirt off as he reaches the stairs.
"Did you really just say 'a-wasting?" Steve asks, trotting to catch up with him.
Which is ridiculous, his legs are longer than Danny's and he shouldn't have to run through his own house to keep up with Danny, but somehow, Danny beats him to the bedroom and by time Steve reaches him, Danny's in the process of stripping off the rest of his clothes with wild abandon.
It's an enjoyable sight.
"Tell me Steven, do you really make your bed every day?" Danny asks, hopping on one foot as he tries to pull his jeans and his socks off at the same time.
Steve frowns. "Yeah. Don't you?"
Danny laughs, shaking his head. He sits--or rather, falls--onto the edge of the bed and finishes kicking off his jeans, his underwear, everything and then he's naked, beautifully, deliciously naked. So naked that all Steve can do is stare as Danny pulls the bedspread back and dives in, wriggling around in apparent delight as he settles in.
"You going to join me anytime soon?" Danny asks. "Because snuggling, it's not so much fun to do alone."
Steve instantly steps forward, eager to comply but Danny stops him with a single raised hand. "Right," Steve says, realizing he's forgotten something. "Clothes."
He strips his clothes off in record time and then he's sliding into bed next to Danny, who immediately wraps himself around Steve. So much warm naked skin, it takes Steve's breath away and he pulls Danny close, pressing as much of himself against Danny as humanly possible. Danny smells like sex and sweat and his ass fits perfectly in the palm of Steve's hand and there's little wisps of blonde hair tickling Steve's nose and it's all just---
"Snuggling, Steve, not strangling," comes a muffled voice from somewhere around Steve's chest. "Not that I don't appreciate the enthusiasm."
"Okay, right." Steve loosens his grip, just a bit. "Better?"
And Danny's wriggling around again, getting a leg in between Steve's leg, rolling them both gently onto their sides, wrapping an arm firmly around Steve's shoulder. It's fantastic, the way Danny moves against him and Steve wonders at what point he can legitimately claim that this is now pre-coital cuddling, rather than post.
"Ow, what are you--really? You're going to leave your arm right there? Under my ribs?" Danny asks in a pained voice.
Good point. Steve's arm was starting to ache. "Where should I--?"
"Here, move it up, right there, under my neck."
More shifting, and now Danny's head is tucked comfortably against his shoulder, such that Steve can brush his lips against Danny's forehead. Danny's body is a warm, heavy weight, fitting amazingly well against his. They've somehow managed to maximize skin contact and when Danny takes a deep breath and lets it out slow, Steve can feel every inch of Danny's body relax.
"Good?" Steve asks.
"Oh yeah. Better than good." Danny's words are slurring a bit now and Steve soaks up the contentment, the warmth, the sensation of Danny's hand rubbing slow circles on his naked back. The last of the tension leaves Steve's body and he realizes that Danny's good at this, good at fitting them together.
"Not as good as the Camaro though, right?" Steve asks, just so he can feel Danny snorting with laughter against his shoulder.
If did write such a thing, it would go something like this...
"Come on, come on, time's a-wasting," Danny says, pulling his tee-shirt off as he reaches the stairs.
"Did you really just say 'a-wasting?" Steve asks, trotting to catch up with him.
Which is ridiculous, his legs are longer than Danny's and he shouldn't have to run through his own house to keep up with Danny, but somehow, Danny beats him to the bedroom and by time Steve reaches him, Danny's in the process of stripping off the rest of his clothes with wild abandon.
It's an enjoyable sight.
"Tell me Steven, do you really make your bed every day?" Danny asks, hopping on one foot as he tries to pull his jeans and his socks off at the same time.
Steve frowns. "Yeah. Don't you?"
Danny laughs, shaking his head. He sits--or rather, falls--onto the edge of the bed and finishes kicking off his jeans, his underwear, everything and then he's naked, beautifully, deliciously naked. So naked that all Steve can do is stare as Danny pulls the bedspread back and dives in, wriggling around in apparent delight as he settles in.
"You going to join me anytime soon?" Danny asks. "Because snuggling, it's not so much fun to do alone."
Steve instantly steps forward, eager to comply but Danny stops him with a single raised hand. "Right," Steve says, realizing he's forgotten something. "Clothes."
He strips his clothes off in record time and then he's sliding into bed next to Danny, who immediately wraps himself around Steve. So much warm naked skin, it takes Steve's breath away and he pulls Danny close, pressing as much of himself against Danny as humanly possible. Danny smells like sex and sweat and his ass fits perfectly in the palm of Steve's hand and there's little wisps of blonde hair tickling Steve's nose and it's all just---
"Snuggling, Steve, not strangling," comes a muffled voice from somewhere around Steve's chest. "Not that I don't appreciate the enthusiasm."
"Okay, right." Steve loosens his grip, just a bit. "Better?"
And Danny's wriggling around again, getting a leg in between Steve's leg, rolling them both gently onto their sides, wrapping an arm firmly around Steve's shoulder. It's fantastic, the way Danny moves against him and Steve wonders at what point he can legitimately claim that this is now pre-coital cuddling, rather than post.
"Ow, what are you--really? You're going to leave your arm right there? Under my ribs?" Danny asks in a pained voice.
Good point. Steve's arm was starting to ache. "Where should I--?"
"Here, move it up, right there, under my neck."
More shifting, and now Danny's head is tucked comfortably against his shoulder, such that Steve can brush his lips against Danny's forehead. Danny's body is a warm, heavy weight, fitting amazingly well against his. They've somehow managed to maximize skin contact and when Danny takes a deep breath and lets it out slow, Steve can feel every inch of Danny's body relax.
"Good?" Steve asks.
"Oh yeah. Better than good." Danny's words are slurring a bit now and Steve soaks up the contentment, the warmth, the sensation of Danny's hand rubbing slow circles on his naked back. The last of the tension leaves Steve's body and he realizes that Danny's good at this, good at fitting them together.
"Not as good as the Camaro though, right?" Steve asks, just so he can feel Danny snorting with laughter against his shoulder.
"Shut up," Danny insists, and laughs some more.