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Williams Family Home - Newark, NJ, Friday Night

The funeral for Matty had, of course, been closed casket. And it had been full of cops (all former coworker's of Danny's) and firefighters (all former coworker's of his father) so it was easy to not have to address anything emotionally at the time.

Though Grace being there with him had caused more than a few cracks to come through as he just tried to get through this period.

Which was possibly why he was laying in one of bedrooms in the home that he and his siblings had grown up in, staring at the ceiling, trying to will himself to sleep. Even though he knew he'd have nightmares there.

[[for the guy on the air mattress]]

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That right there was dangerous. Because what Danny wanted was to not think about his brother or Marco Reyes or any of it tonight.

And Steve was an all too tempting distraction. Especially now that he knew what it was like.

He let out a long sigh, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of the t-shirt Steve was wearing. That was probably one of Danny's.

It was definitely one of Danny's and was now pretty stretched out, so sorry about that.

Steve's hand drifted down to cup Danny's cheek for just a heartbeat before going back to rubbing Danny's back.

And if his hand had moved Danny's shirt slightly out of the way, well. These things happen.

Danny looked up at that, stretching out against him until his forehead was just barely touching Steve's and he was practically breathing the same air as him.

Steve took that invitation for what he hoped it was and closed the distance between them with a kiss.

They could only dance around it for so long before it all spilled out. For now.

Danny kissed him back, so eager to just be able to focus on this feeling for the night.

Steve let out a low sigh and pulled Danny all the way on top of him, kissing him fiercely and trying to drive any other thought--grief, regret--right out of Danny's head.

Danny did his best to help Steve with that on such a narrow bed, causing the old thing to creak faintly in protest. Which made him stop moving so much, but not pull away.

"I need," Danny murmured, unsure how he would finish that before the first word was even out of his mouth.

"Tell me," Steve replied, watching Danny's face intently. "Anything."

"I need you to be in charge." Wow, that took a lot of effort to come out of him. "Right now."

Just for the night.

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Steve felt that sort of request in his bones because he knew how it felt to just be done with having to make another decision that day.

He nodded and kissed Danny again, slow and soft in deference to the old, squeaky bed. And because he felt that Danny needed something slow and soft.

Which caused Danny to shudder and relax against him, some of the frantic need bleeding out of him. It was another instance of Steve seeming to know on an intrinsic level how to work with Danny.

Steve's mind was whirling a little with possibilities and contingencies and what would happen if Grace woke up right now. He hadn't done something like this in a twin bed in a while, but close quarters on a ship had taught him tricks for being quiet.

For now, though, he was continuing that thorough kissing, stopping after a bit to tug Danny's shirt off--and then the shirt he was wearing that was also, technically, Danny's shirt.

Danny would not be able to decide which would be worse to come check on them, Grace or his parents.

So, yes. Quiet it was.

Maybe the kissing would keep it quiet now that they had those shirts off and could continue it uninterrupted. Or maybe that was just Danny wanting to keep kissing him.

Slow and quiet was working really well! Steve was going to run his hands all over that newly revealed skin, though, to ground Danny and remind him where he was.

...his childhood twin bed. Okay, so Steve was going to up his game slightly and try to keep Danny's attention on the physical feelings and maybe not exactly where they were.

There was that, yes.

But Steve was doing an amazing job at getting Danny's brain to shut off in order to only focus on what was going in the moment. He returned the favor in running his hands over Steve's chest and then up to cup his jaw.

That felt ridiculously good. Steve turned his head to kiss Danny's palm, then slowly rolling them so they were both on their sides, him curled around Danny.

Which might have made Danny annoyed normally, but right now it mostly felt good to have Steve practically cover him with his body. But if Steve made a short joke, he'd get decked.

He stretched out a little to get more contact with Steve, taking in a deep breath as he did so.

Steve nuzzled the back of Danny's neck, being very careful not to leave bruises. One hand was holding Danny against him and the other was exploring, sliding down along Danny's chest and heading further south.

He was waiting to see if Danny froze up at all--he might be making the decisions here but he needed to see how much distraction Danny really wanted.

Danny's breath caught at that and he pressed back against him like he needed proof that Steve was enjoying this too. Even if there was a sort of weird disconnect in the back of his mind at the feeling of something hard pressing against him.

Didn't stop him, however.

Steve hand toyed with the elastic on Danny's shorts as he rocked against Danny's back.

Danny placed one hand over Steve's and the other reached back to clutch at his thigh before moving to his ass. Which hadn't shown up as high on his list of fantasies as Steve's arms, but was still featured.

Steve buried his head in the crook of Danny's neck to muffle the little sigh he made at that. His hand slid into Danny's shorts and his other went up to gentle cover Danny's mouth.

"Close your eyes," he said quietly.

That way Danny could, you know, think of whatever he needed to right now.

Only Steve would think that Danny wouldn't be thinking about him while this was happening.

Really now.

Danny gripped him tighter at that like he needed Steve as close as possible right now. He needed more, but the logistics caused his brain to shy away from that.

Because of the way they were situated, Steve was feeling like he was a little more prepared to help Danny out these time.

Oh God, this was happening more than one time. Steve would deal with that...not now. Maybe not ever.

He slid his thumb over the tip, wondered if Danny would be grossed out if he licked his hand to get some kind of moisture going here, and gave Danny a quick squeeze.

Dealing with it was for future him!

And, well, Danny groaned into Steve's hand, unable to keep from shifting his hips at that sort of thing. So live dangerously, Steven.

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