"Christ, Steve," Danny groaned, feeling very much like a damned teenager again right now.

You know what? That should not come as a surprise to Danny at all.

Danny was just forced to kiss him back, trying to focus on that as he worked himself up to slipping his hand into those sticky shorts. It was all sorts of new for him, alright?

Danny certainly hoped so because he didn't do this for just anyone, okay?

He took a moment to breath before pushing the waistband of Steve's shorts down enough to actually take him in hand.

He made so few sounds that it was all the encouragement that Danny needed to keep going with that. The angle wasn't what he was used to with himself, but he could make do as he kissed Steve's neck and shoulder, hand moving slowly.

The last thing he wanted was the muffle any of the noises Steve might make.

Thankfully Danny work mostly button up shirts, yes.

"Babe." Well, that word was going to be a little awkward to hear after this. Danny ground against his hip in time with the movements of his hand, breathing speeding up as this continued.

This was going to end up a mess in several different ways. But for the moment, Danny was kissing him again with just as much desire to be as close as he possibly could.

Danny groaned and felt wild enough scramble a little to work his own sleep pants down without breaking any rhythm they had going between them. The friction from the fabric getting to be a hindrance.

"Yes," Danny agreed, repeating the word a few more times desperately, mixing it up with Steve's name as he got closer and closer to that edge.

Danny moaned loudly at that, trying to muffle it with a sharp bite down where Steve's shoulder and neck met. So it could be covered if Steve was good about keeping a shirt on.

It wasn't going to be long with that.

So maybe options! Their repression contained multitudes.

But it was hardly fair to say things like that to him. Because Danny was coming with a chocked off groan no more than a few strokes later, Steve's voice ringing in his ear.

They could burn that bridge when they came to it!

But at least right now it was still that lovely post-coital endorphin high that had Danny pressing his face into the crook of Steve's throat, just remembering to breathe again.

That was more intense than it had the right to be.

The holding on part sort of ruined it, to be honest. But Danny didn't think telling Steve that would help.

Also, he needed that kind of affection after... whatever they were gonna call what just happened there. Emotional spillover maybe?

As his breathing evened out, Danny actually did feel tired. For a whole variety of reasons, really. He ended up just putting his hand on Steve's chest for what had been the reason he ended up sprawled against Steve's chest in the first place, feeling his heartbeat.

And it actually worked better than the drugs to go to sleep! You know. Somehow.

Guess who was gonna be taking the damn sleeping pill at least once after this. But for now, Danny was, mercifully and true to their partnership, not too far behind him.