hatesparadise | MCA #0, Late, Late Thursday Night

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MCA #0, Late, Late Thursday Night

After the weekend they had, Danny's insomnia was back in force. Which meant that, after some staring at the ceiling and tossing and turning, he was stumbling out of bed to give into the urge to go check on Steve.

Look, the guy got kidnapped. He was allowed to be a little bit anxious about the whole thing. He didn't want to wake the guy if he was sleeping, but it would be good to make sure he was... just to make sure of things, okay?

[for the partner!]

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Danny would enjoy it! He'd tense up at being pulled over for a moment. And also the position he was in, but he relaxed slowly against him.

He was more tired than he thought. Clearly.

"Better not be ticklish," he muttered instead of questioning any of this.

"I'm not ticklish," Steve said, chuckling. "Relax, Danno."

"I'm relaxed," he sighed, tossing his arm over Steve as well to get comfortable. "This is me relaxed."

"This is you relaxed," Steve said, pressing his thumb into a knot in Danny's shoulder to massage it out. "Might be why you're not asleep."

Danny did not mean to let out a little groan as Steve worked out that knot, but it slipped out anyway.

Well. That was definitely a noise that Danny made that Steve was not going to react to because it would be just incredibly awkward for everyone, okay.

But he was going to keep going on that knot because he was just a little bit of a masochist.

He really, truly was, huh? Because this was up there with kissing at work thanks to the island.

And Danny didn't even have an excuse as he tried to cover the next one with a sigh that in no way was better. In absolutely no way was it less suggestive.

Steve was just...not going to talk right now because he couldn't trust what his voice was going to sound like.

He kept his thumb moving, though, and waited for the next sound.

Just the right pressure in a spot had Danny rubbing his cheek against Steve's chest as he made a sound in the back of his throat that was another one of those 'was someone watching porn?' noises.

If that kept up, it was going to get real awkward for both of them.

Oh, it was already awkward for Steve but he was just going to, um, press on.

Especially if he got some more nuzzles like that.

Well. At least thair legs weren't tangled together for any obvious reactions to be noticed.

"You're good at that, babe," Danny muttered, sounding a little raspy.

"I'm good at a lot of things," Steve replied softly.

Danny sighed and shifted his cheek against Steve's chest again.

"Yeah, I know you are," he said, sort of hoping Steve would keep that up. It was unfair how much better that shoulder already felt.

Steve let out a tiny, barely noticeable little sigh at that cheek shift--it was ridiculous how good intentional, soft touch felt right now--and kept up his little massage.

This, they could probably collectively just decide to not bring up in therapy, right? Because it would give some wrong impressions, right?

Right.

Danny sighed again, shifting a little in place to make it easier for Steve to work. And hey, if that happened to have him sprawl a little more against Steve, so be it.

Oh, Steve would never, ever volunteer about this. This was for them and absolutely no one else's business. (And the various scenarios running though his head about how this could escalate, complete with semi-cheesy "other ways to relieve stress" lines were also no one else's business.)

Now that he had such a clear invitation, though, his hands roamed a little further, working the kicks out of Danny's upper back, too.

That would be saved for when he went completely off the rails and stayed in the shower twice as long as he felt he should.

And now Danny was just never gonna leave. His shoulders flexed and relaxed under Steve's touch and he let out another one of those little aborted groans each time Steve found a tight spot. Which there were a lot of. Because Danny 'All Anxiety All The Time' Williams.

Seven whole minutes in the shower! The Navy would be shocked. Those groans would definitely be making an appearance.

Steve's hands slowly dipped down to the small of Danny's back and he held his breath.

Well, Steve's hands would slip into some of Danny's fantasies before he could catch himself too.

Even though he should be smarter here. They were supposed to be sleeping and not... whatever this was. But instead, Danny curled his arm up underneath Steve's shoulder to touch his shoulder and neck in response to that.

Steve let out a surprised gasp and bit down on his lower lip a moment too late. His eyes locked onto Danny's, checking to be sure he was still okay with...whatever this was turning into.

Danny was still trying to get a handle on exactly where this was going and if it was in his head or not.

Which was why he met Steve's gaze, running his thumb along Steve's neck as he evened out his breathing. When had it picked up there? (Probably when he hadn't pulled away after that message had gone on longer than was, you know, strictly platonic.)

Steve's breath hitched again, eyes going dark and a little helpless. This was uncharted territory for him.

Well, the helpless wasn't what Danny wanted to see at all. He couldn't help put push up a little so they were on even ground with each other.

Which, coincidentally, put him in the right position to kiss him if he moved just a little more.

That thought had also crossed Steve's mind, and his eyes flicked to Danny's mouth before going back to his eyes.

Danny licked his lips at the little gesture, thumb brushing along the underside of Steve's jaw. "Steve..."

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