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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.

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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.

Danny huffed in vague annoyance, gripping Steve's thigh tight enough to leave some bruises on it in the shape of his hand. "God, Steve," he mumbled, trying to muffle it with another kiss.

"Quit your bitching," Steve teased quietly. "I'm getting there."

"Coulda fooled me," Danny replied, settling into their usual bickering with a breathless noise as Steve moved his hand just so.

"Thought I was in charge here," Steve said. "I could just stop."

He wouldn't dream of following through on that.

"Don't seem very in charge," Danny shot back, twisting so he could kiss him like how he wanted to Because it was a tease to know what it was like and not be able to do it again.

"Maybe you're just incredibly demanding," Steve said, sucking on Danny's lower lip.

This felt like them. He relaxed slightly.

Danny huffed in a 'takes one to know one' sort of tone that Steve probably knew well from him, all while he tangled their legs together again, shoving the blanket down so he could do so.

Steve had apparently managed to get him out of his own head on some things at least.

Steve made a soft, happy noise at that and slid his hands back to squeeze Danny's ass.

It was a very distracting ass.

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