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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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"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?"

"Yeah," he repeated, kissing him again as he tried to push that out of his mind. Because no way in hell was he there.

Steve relaxed back against the bed and tried not to move too much. This could be worse--it could be a Navy bunkbed set up. He had stories that he'd never tell of smacking his head on the bottom of someone else's bed.

This really could be worse, that was true.

"Just," Danny muttered, frowning down at him as he moved to pin Steve down against the bed so he couldn't move his hips. Yes, that would be helpful and not turn into A Thing. "There."

Steve shuddered, looking up at Danny with dark, hooded eyes.

Definitely not A Thing. Really.

They were just being pragmatic here!

Danny reflexively licked his lips at that before leaning in to kiss him, one hand wrapped around Steve once again and the other around himself.

Steve sighed softly against Danny's mouth. Normally he was much more dynamic in bed but he didn't want to set off the squeaking again.

Danny was driving this thing. For now.

Well, the bed cut down on a lot of things. Noisy bastard.

But for now, the loudest sounds was their breathing and sound of Danny's hands on them both.

Steve slid his hand in there too, just to be a little more helpful. He nipped down on Danny's lower lip.

Danny groaned, either at the nipping or Steve's hand, it was hard to tell. It was just bros helping each other out with hand holding on dicks.

Yeah.

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