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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 rested his hand on the center of Danny's back. "Think you can sleep now?"

"Yeah," Danny said, letting out a breath. "You'll stay?"

Because he just needed to hold onto him for a little bit longer.

"Of course I'll stay," Steve said. "That mattress is murder on my back."

Danny let out another relived sigh. "You... okay?"

Because just because Danny's mood had been thoroughly killed, didn't mean Steve's was, right?

Steve's forehead wrinkled. "'course I'm okay."

It was poor bro etiquette to point stuff like that out, right? Maybe?

Look, they were both in this thing blind!

Danny probably didn't help anything by gesturing vaguely between them either. So. There was that.

Steve felt his cheeks heating up. "I'll be fine," he said quickly.

He never would have pegged Steve as a blusher. Then again, the circumstances weren't something he would have come up with either.

"You sure? I can--"

"Don't feel like you have to," Steve babbled on top of him.

"I know I don't have to," Danny said, rolling his eyes. Even if he had sort of worried about it before.

But now it was the principle of the matter.

"I'm offering."

Steve's face went through a bunch of different expressions in about five seconds. Because who turned down that sort of thing? No one, that's who. But Danny'd had a day and the last time things had gone down this road they'd been stupid around each other for a week.

But, but, but.

He scratched his fingers along Danny's backbone. "Only if you're sure."

Danny kissed him like that was his answer. He was an emotional mess, but that didn't mean both of them had to be, right?

Well, if this was going to make Danny feel better, who was Steve to say no? He kissed him back just as hard.

Oh yeah, that was it.

Danny worked a hand between them to slip under Steve's waistband. It was easier than the first time around that was for sure.

The last time Steve had been more interested in helping Danny out than thinking of this as a thing he was going to be involved in, too, so he still make a noise of slight surprise before kissing Danny to shut himself up.

Yeah, well, their plans were always subject to change. Usually due to explosions, though.

Danny cupped the side of Steve's face with his other hand to steady him as he focused on getting Steve off.

These were different explosions! Steve broke the little promise he'd made to himself--he hadn't wanted to leave bruises--and bit down on the meat of Danny's shoulder to stop himself from making noise.

Which made Danny jerk his hand a little, kinda torn on if he liked that or not. Mostly because that would bruise, Steven.

But then glass houses with the hickey hidden among that tattoos on Steve's arm.

"That good?" he asked, voice maybe a little more husky than intended.

Steve hummed happily. "Very."

Danny to kiss him again to swallow down the whatever noises came out of getting both hands on him to repeat that reaction.

Steve closed his eyes and rocked into Danny's hands because hello there, Danny's hands. He kissed back, nipping Danny's lower with enough force to hopefully prove he was definitely on board whatever was going on here.

The bed started to make noise again, leading Danny to sigh in frustration. Focusing on Steve for this was working to get him back in the mood as well and the threat of someone banging in the wall and the sheer embarrassment that would follow in the morning had him slow down again.

"I really hate this bed," he muttered.

"Your knee would hate the floor more," Steve replied, giving him a soft, lingering kiss that he hoped Danny didn't think too much about.

He was in luck because that knee comment had an implication there that Danny hadn't even entertained in those very shameful moments when he was alone at night after that first time.

There was a lot that he hadn't really thought about after letting himself acknowledge he was into men as much as women.

"Yeah," Danny said, definitely distracted now.

Steve's hands wandered down to rest on Danny's hips. "You okay?"

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