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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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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.

Super normal! Steve squeezed his hand over Danny's, giving them both some more friction.

It was a struggle to not move his hips, but Danny channeled that frustration into the kiss as he moved his hand.

He would have considered if it was weird use Steve's help there to stretch his hand around both of them so that his other hand could move up to cup Steve's cheek and neck.

Steve let out a tiny moan. This felt really good.

Danny let out an answering moan, trying not to let it get too loud as he kissed Steve, but it did feel really good. He shifted forward a little more to make it easier to accomplish, causing the bed to squeak a little.

Weirdly enough, that time he didn't notice the noise, though.

Steve was a bit beyond caring about the noise, too. He moved their joined hands a little faster, trying to move this along.

"Steve," Danny gasped, breaking the kiss for some much needed air. He immediately leaned in to kiss high up on Steve's neck, just behind his ear. He squeezed their hands little to add a little more friction to the movements.

Steve's entire body went to goosebumps at that and he whimpered. "More."

Danny sighed before biting down on that spot to keep the groan that followed quiet as he tightened his grip and shifted forward again just a little bit. It was at least slight enough to not cause the bed to make a louder noise than it already was.

Steve bit down hard on his own lower lip to stop the moan he wanted to let out. He moved his hand along with Danny's, trying to reciprocate a bit of how good he was feeling right now.

A part of him felt like this was still supposed to be mostly about Danny, anyway.

It was safe to say that Danny was enjoying what was happening there, at least. As evident from the low, muffled groans that came in time with the movement of their hands as he sucked on that spot behind Steve's ear to keep it quiet.

Hopefully no one was going to be spending time obsessing about the back of Steve's ear tomorrow. Well. Other than Steve.

"There," Steve murmured, moving his hand in a way that he liked when he was, you know, doing this alone. Maybe Danny'd like it too?

Danny hummed, repeating that motion for him. This was going to end in a terrible mess all over their chests, but that was far from Danny's mind as he got closer.

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