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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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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.

"Shh," Steve murmured, moving his hand in a way that definitely wasn't conducive to being quiet.

Oh yeah, really helpful at keeping him quiet there, Steven. He reflexively tightened the grip he had on Steve, trying to pull him closer. Or just to hold onto him.

But yes, totally imagining someone who wasn't Steve. Yeah. Sure.

Steve's hand grew tighter over Danny's mouth as he other hand moved hard and fast, intending to drive Danny out of his head as quickly as possible.

The small kisses he was placing on Danny's shoulders were mostly for Steve.

Well, they worked for Danny too. Who was panting and making low sounds of pleasure at the pace Steve was setting as well, muffled only by the hand over his mouth.

Danny worked his way under the waistband of Steve's sleep shorts to grab at bare skin, even if it was clumsy and backwards like he was a teenager fumbling around in the dark again.

Steve had been concentrating so hard on making Danny feel good that he'd forgotten he might get to be part of this too. He let out a quiet little hiss. "You don't have to," he murmured.

Danny made an annoyed little noise, trying to glance back at him for that. Because he might be a hot mess right now, but he wasn't a selfish jerk.

He hoped, at least.

Steve's laugh rumbled through his chest. That look was the most Danny he'd seen in days. He moved his hand to kiss Danny on the mouth. "Carry on," he teased softly.

"Putz," he mumbled, kissing Steve back eagerly. The position wasn't great for it, but he was no quitter when it felt so good to have Steve pressed up against him like he was.

Which he did his best to help out, encouraging Steve to move in time with him even if the dick pressing against his ass was very new and very confusing as to whether or not he enjoyed it.

They would eventually have to talk about it--or repress forever. One of those. Steve liked door number two. He moved his hand fast and hard, only slowing when the bed started to squeak.

Discussing this would take a long while, that was for sure. Look, you go your whole life one way and not thinking about the other way, it was... a bit much.

Though what Steve was doing was basically edging Danny along close to getting off before it slowed back down again.

"Sorry," Steve said a little apologetically, setting a rhythm just fast but more conducive to a creaky old bed.

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