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Danny sat there, catching his breath.
And no, he wasn't freaking out.
He looked at his hands, marveling at what he'd just done. He swallowed hard. Because he was. Rock hard. So much it hurt.
Steve slid the soiled boxers carefully down his legs, using them to clean himself up before he dropped them beside the bed with the forgotten towel. He was, of course, ever the efficient guy. Danny could only think one thing.
He would never wear those boxers again. Not without thinking of this moment.
This was a big deal. Huge.
God, he had to squeeze his dick. Because him and Steve were suddenly a thing and boy did he want things.
Danny needed a moment. He wasn't ready for this. Steve was sick. Why did he have to be sick?
Steve interrupted his partner's thoughts. "Hey, let me...help you."
"Nah, I'll be fine." Danny scooted away, hand still on his own crotch. "Just have to push it down. Think unsexy things."
Steve grabbed Danny's arm and stopped him from leaving the bed. "No. I won't let you."
"What?" He was surprised. "You won't -"
"Not gonna let you." Steve waved at the bathroom. "Not gonna let you...go it alone."
"Okay, that's creepy. And controlling and -"
Steve dropped his hand down to Danny's hip and tugged on his sweats. "Somebody likes it."
"Shut it." Danny blushed fire engine red.
"You do. You like it." Steve tried in vain to keep from grinning. "You like it when I take control."
"Okay, yea, sometimes. I love that you're a control freak. Sometimes."
"I'll make sure this is one of those times. Lie down." His face softened. Even the air in the room changed. "Let me take care of you."
Danny nodded, but didn't move. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. And suddenly Steve was in his face, gently pushing him down. His mouth on his neck, his shoulder, his nipples.
"You're beautiful." Steve hovered above his friend.
Danny chuckled, feeling a little lightheaded. "You're a sap."
"Maybe." Steve's gaze darted from Danny's lips to his eyes, a crooked grin doing nothing to mask his desire.
It was suddenly a contest of who could hold back the longest. Each man glaring at the other, daring him to make the first move. Felt like breaking a suspect, though it was the exact opposite thing. And it didn't take long for giggles to seep through the feigned tough veneer. Steve's arms shook from holding himself up, and Danny reached to steady his partner, fingers sliding over tattoos and scars, mapping that sacred terrain.
Both men shivered.
And then they kissed. Just a gentle nudging and smiles pressed against one another. An eagerness to explore opened up another realm of possibilities. Danny laughed when the tips of their tongues touched. Steve answered by sucking on his bottom lip.
Caught up in a rush of hormones, Danny felt like a lovedumb kid for a few seconds. He tingled all over as he thrust against Steve. And just when he thought he might ruin the moment, Steve moved away. Danny, in turn, attempted to wiggle out of his sweats. Absolutely nothing should come between them.
His partner stopped him. "Let me undress you."
Danny nodded, not sure what to expect. This was another first among a landslide of firsts.
Steve shifted his position and nuzzled Danny, tugging on the waistband of his pants with his teeth. Growling playfully.
"Hey, hey, you are an animal." Danny tried to shoo him away.
"Easy, easy." Steve mumbled as he carefully pulled the sweatpants down. Kissing every inch of skin. And then he did something that surprised Danny.
Unable to remember the last time someone rubbed his feet, he was startled for a few seconds. But another kiss from his partner and whispered reassurances allowed Danny to simply enjoy the gesture. God, it was so good. Until Steve tweaked his ankle the wrong way.
"Shit." Danny sat straight up and yanked his foot away. Stunned from the sharp pain. A definite counterpoint to the pleasure he had been feeling. And oddly he was glad for it.
Horrified, Steve's face clouded with concern. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't realize your ankle was still sensitive."
"No, no, it's okay, Steve. Really, I needed a reset. What you just did - that felt so good - I almost -"
"Gotcha." Steve smiled, relieved and eager to continue.
Danny's breathing grew labored, half laughing and panting. As the sting subsided, he lay down again, and his friend was right there. Tenderly stroking, molding his warm hands around Danny's feet. Massaging, yet not. Applying just the right amount of pressure, until he began a journey upwards. Danny closed his eyes, anticipating what might come next.
And it all felt so good. His best friend an excellent lover. Detail oriented as he was. He didn't miss a spot as he caressed and licked. Danny allowed himself to become one with the bed, sinking into the sensations that engulfed him.
Lost in the moment, he didn't catch the mischievous grin on his partner's face.
Steve's fingers danced up his inner thigh, tickling his balls making Danny buck and kick him.
He frowned, not at all amused. "Not sorry, Steven. You know I'm ticklish."
But Steve would not be deterred as he leaned in closer to blow on the sensitive spot. "And now I know every place."
"Stop it. You're downright incorrigible." Danny brought his legs closer to his chest, trying to curl away from his friend.
"Relax." His hand on Danny's belly, Steve grew serious again and Danny stilled.
Their eyes met.
Steve kissed the faded scar, finger tracing the evidence of pure devotion.
But this was not a moment to be sentimental and weepy.
Without warning, he took Danny into his mouth, sucking hard. Danny cried out and then covered his face with the nearest pillow, muffling a string of incoherent curses.
This was not what he expected. Hell, he didn't even know he'd been expecting anything. This was his partner, his best friend. He'd always been afraid of explosions of a different kind. But now - so many things took on a whole new meaning. Sneak attacks and covert ops. Targeted skill sets and classified missions. Danny wasn't making any sense. He was floating. His whole world reduced to the mouth on his dick. The talented tongue. And a total lack of gag reflex. God, how could he ever look at Steve again?
And then, anything close to rational thought evaporated when Steve began to hum.