Ethan really is beautiful.
There are a few other words Danny could use to describe him- gorgeous, stunning, enchanting- but beautiful is the only word Danny thinks of when he looks at him. Ethan doesn't even understand how perfect he is. Sure, he knows he's good looking, but Danny knows that's a façade. He knows that deep down, Ethan doesn't really like himself, and he hates that. He hates that Ethan doesn't know how breathtaking he is.
Danny realized a while ago how much he loves Ethan's little quirks. He loves his smile. He loves the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs too hard, and that when he runs, Ethan sticks his tongue out like the little kid he really is. He loves his soft skin and the fact that his features are a little smoother than his brother's. He absolutely adores his soft lips, and the beautiful swollen look they get when Danny won't stop kissing them. He loves his beautiful brown eyes, and the way they look at him like Danny's the only person in the whole world, the only one who hasn't hurt him somehow, and Danny always tells himself he never will.
When they made love for the first time, Danny couldn't explain the pure bliss he felt when he was with him. Really with him. Ethan made Danny wait, after he told him the truth about what he was. Ethan had wanted it to be full of meaning and love this time, and oh God was the wait worth it. He noticed things he hadn't before, like the subtle dips and curves of Ethan, and the way he made little marks on his collarbone when things started to get passionate. The biggest change, however, was the fact that it was gentler. Everything was slower, softer- a huge deal considering the rough, fast paced lovemaking they usually did- and Danny liked this better. He liked the way Ethan caressed his face when he kissed him, and the way their bodies moved together instead of Ethan overpowering him. And he especially liked the way Ethan looked from under him, gripping the sheets and gasping and moaning Danny's name. Danny loved every second of it.
But what Danny treasures most are moments like this. Moments where it's late at night and Ethan's curled up on his chest, sleeping. He loves the way Ethan's waist fits perfectly into his arm, the way Ethan holds him so tightly, yet, at the same time, looks so peaceful. It's almost painful how much Danny loves him. Every time he looks at him he just feels this deep swelling in his chest and all he wants to do is scream and laugh and kiss his amazing boyfriend because how else can he get rid of this feeling? Danny sighs contentedly and looks down at Ethan's adorable little eyelashes, then his lips. Oh how Danny longs to just kiss them, but he can't wake Ethan, not now.
Not when he looks so beautiful.
Okay I'm actually kind of proud of this because I've never written something so, uh, dirty? Because most of my M-rated fics are only M rated because of vulgar language.
Buuuuut yeah!
I just had to write this, when I saw the way Ethan leaned into Danny after the fight...
I JUST CANT OKAY
So I had to write about it. And I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while, again, I've been busy with volleyball. Buuuuuut I'm off all this week! So that means I can write my little fangirl heart out.
Btw, this was unbeta'd, and reviews are cherished(:
*And if this fic is rated wrong, tell me and I'll change it to M*