"Babe, c'mon. Let me drive my car," Danny said sternly, or as sternly as he could with Steve looking at him like that.
"Gonna have to do better than that," Steve said suggestively. He shook his fingers to draw attention to the keys he held, teasing Danny.
Danny rolled his eyes, ignoring the burn in his stomach at Steve's words. He wasn't going to give Steve the satisfaction of hearing him bargain. Let Steve think he'd won. For now.
Without another word, Danny slung himself into the Camaro's passenger seat. Steve sat down too, a very smug smile on his face. Oh buddy, Danny thought pitifully. You have no idea what's coming.
Danny reached over to turn on the radio. Given that he was driving Danny's car, Steve was usually pretty generous about conceding control over the music. The first station Danny tried was the morning traffic report, so he tried another. When he was satisfied with his choice, he settled his hand on Steve's thigh, instead of returning it to his own lap. "I love you," he said sweetly, and Steve smiled. A real smile, not a smug one.
"Love you Danno," he replied, and Danny refrained from complaining about the nickname. Now was not the time.
After a few minutes, Danny slid his hand up Steve's thigh, in a slightly less chaste location. He felt Steve glance over at him as he looked out the window to hide his smirk. He gave it another minute, then squeezed Steve's leg. The muscle tensed under his hand.
"Danny, what are you doing?" Steve asked in a strangled voice.
"What do you mean, babe?" Danny asked, not even pretending he wasn't gloating.
"You know what I fucking mean," Steve growled.
"Just teasing," Danny said, holding in a laugh. He returned his hand to a less provocative area to lull Steve into a false sense of security. After a few more blocks, Steve took a right and pulled into the parking lot of the palace. As soon as Steve set the parking brake, Danny leaned over the center console and kissed him like the world was ending. His hand returned to that spot of Steve's thigh that his partner liked so much, and Steve moaned appreciatively into Danny's mouth.
"Danny. I want you."
"Steven, we're at work," Danny said, feigning shock.
"Haven't clocked in yet," Steve mumbled, stealing another kiss. And as tempting as that sounded, Danny still hadn't given up on his goal of revenge.
Slowly, he eased back into his own seat; Steve followed him with his mouth. Pulling away gently, Danny swung his door open and stepped out, leaving a confused Steve inside.
"Danny!" he complained, but Danny knew he couldn't hop out of the Camaro quite yet: he needed to adjust his cargos first. Danny waggled his fingers at Steve, smiling triumphantly. He cut across the front lawn, resisting the urge to look back. He had a good feeling about today. Maybe he'd even get to drive home.