Chapter Two: What Now?

Steve looks down at Danny, whose still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Shit, I forgot Cath and I had made plans for breakfast this morning. She has leave for the day."

Danny sits up, the sheet falling away and he looks around the room. "What do you mean?"

"She's downstairs, Danny. What the hell are we gonna do?" He gets out of bed, walking over to the door. Opening it, he can see her at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, Cath. I was just getting in the shower. I'll be down in ten." He hollers down to her.

She looks up, smiling at him and waves. "Okay, I'll go get breakfast going. Hey, not sure if you heard me, but why are Danny's shoes down here?" She holds up the loafers.

"Oh, um, rough day yesterday with his brother and he came over here half crocked and then proceeded to get trashed. I put him in the guest room to sleep it off." He lies, not ready to share this relationship with anyone else yet.

"Oh. Okay. I'll make enough for him, too." She puts the shoes back down and goes into the kitchen.

Steve sighs, closing the door and turning to the bed.

Danny's glaring at him feeling no more than a one-night stand. "What was that, Steven?" He demands.

Steve frowns, not understanding why his new lover is mad. "What's what?" He moves back over to the bed, sitting down next to him.

"I drank myself into oblivion and you put me up for the night?"

Steve relaxes. "Oh, come on Danny. I'm not gonna yell down the stairs, 'Oh, he came over upset and we wound up in bed together. He's really the one I love, so see ya!'" He lays his hand on Danny's thigh.

"Love?"

Steve climbs up on the bed, kneeling next to him. "I thought you'd figured that out last night." He leans over, planting a hard kiss on Danny's lips.

Automatically, Danny's hands find their way into Steve's hair, pulling him close and deepening the kiss.

"Hang on," Steve whispers in Danny's mouth. "Save those thoughts for later." He pulls back, a Cheshire grin on his face. "I need to be downstairs in eight and you need to get in the guest room." He backs off the bed and starts gathering up Danny's clothing.

"Why can't I stay in here?"

"Cause she's making food for both of us and the guest room needs to look slept in. While I'm taking a shower, quietly go into the room, mess up the bed and then throw on your clothes." He hands the pile to Danny. He sees Danny turn to undo his tie from the headboard slats. "No, leave that where it is. We'll be using that again later." He growls.

Danny looks at Steve and melts. He thinks about all that they had done the night before and sighs in contentment. He knew Steve was okay with what they had done, but Danny just wasn't ready. He'd been more than willing to use his hands, mouth, tongue and lips to satisfy this man, but he wasn't ready to 'be the catcher'. Steve had been more than understanding and then asked if Danny he had any issue with being the pitcher. Once he'd explained what he meant, baseball terms took on a whole different meaning and he knows he'll never be able to look at a game the same again. He said he had no issue as he thought it can't be much different than a woman in that respect as his cock was slipping in something warm, wet and tight. Boy, had he ever been wrong and he'd almost cum with the first thrust. Steve took control and he'd lasted much longer and found it more enjoyable than sex with a woman, though he's sure it was because it was with Steve.

Looking at this man now, he feels himself growing and wanting to join him in the shower, slipping inside him as the hot water washes over both of them. But with Catherine downstairs, it wasn't possible.

"Later, buddy, later." Steve chuckles, seeing Danny's erection. "I promise." He can't resist and slips his hand around the firm, thick cock, getting a loud groan from the blond.

"If you don't remove your hand right now, breakfast is gonna be delayed." He whispers.

Steve gives it one more squeeze and removes his hand. "Go…QUIETLY. I'll meet you downstairs. Once I'm out you can use the guest bath, if you want." He looks at Danny, the glint in his eye intimating he'll need another later anyway.

Danny gets off the bed and goes to the door. "I'll see you in a few, you animal."

Steve's heart jumps at that word, it taking on a completely different meaning between the two of them now. He watches as Danny closes the door behind him and the room feels empty like never before.

He walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower and when hot, slips in. Not even thinking, he's done in three minutes and is standing in front of the mirror. Looking at his foggy reflection, he smiles back on the night before. He regrets nothing. The fact that Danny feels the same thrills him. He'd been so afraid when he'd taken him in his arms, comforting him, that somehow Danny would reject him; get up and walk away. When he'd held on for dear life, Steve had realized it didn't matter what Danny felt, Steve had finally admitted his feelings and that he would always feel this way. Now, the fact that Danny felt the same way was more than he ever imagined…or deserved. They've known each other less than a year but the feelings are intense. It doesn't matter to him that Danny is a guy. He's Danny. That's it. A person that he wants to get to know intimately; and more than just the physical side. He wants to know everything about this Jersey native and exactly what makes him tick. The ease in which they fell into their friendship shocked Steve. He'd never been so at ease with someone so quickly, not even Freddie. This blond tornado had blown into his life and taken it over. He'd found himself wanting to please this man; to make him proud of him and so he'd changed. He'd begun to listen to what Danny said about police procedure; about taking others feelings into account; but still ignores him about driving. He smiles thinking about how he loves to annoy the Jersey man by driving his car. He's pretty sure that deep down, Danny loves being chauffeured around all day and only complains cause it's his car…and he's Steve.

Finishing up, he throws on shorts and a t-shirt and does a quick scan of the room. Pulling up the sheets and cover, he tries to hide the fact that someone else had been in the bed with him. Are you ashamed of me? He hears Danny's voice in his head. Shaking it, he sits down on the end. No, not at all. I just don't know how Catherine will take this. I mean, we've been together for so long. I love her, too, but not the kind where I wanna spend the rest of my life with her. She will always have a place in my heart but you're the one I want. I just don't know if I'm ready to tell anyone about us. I'd like to see where this goes and how we can handle it with work and all before we start telling everyone. Hell, they already look at us as if we're a couple anyway. But let's give it some time before we make it public. He holds the conversation in his head, wishing Danny was sitting next to him so he could explain it all to him.

Hoping that Danny will understand and keep quiet until he can talk to him about it, he head down stairs.

He walks into the kitchen, seeing her at the counter next to the sink, cutting up some pineapple. Not sure why, but his stomach does a few flips as he tries to figure out what to tell her. Before he can figure it out, she turns, seeing him and smiles. Placing the plate on the table, she approaches him.

"Morning, sailor." She puts her arms around his neck and kisses him.