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.