The Beard
The beard had only appeared because Danny was absolutely and entirely bored with Steve being away on a super-secret SEAL mission.
Steve took one look at him, and his jaw dropped.
Danny looked fucking gorgeous. Mature but still the innocence he always had, a perfect juxtaposition, and Steve had always loved beards on beautiful men. It was just an insanely lovely thing to witness.
"Danny, can I see you in your office quickly?" The SEAL asked, throat dry.
Danny looked at him, glanced up and down. "I'm terrified," he said with a slight smirk, and opened his office door.
Steve walked in, shut the door behind the blonde, and literally pounced on the man. "Fuck," Steve breathed, hands running over Danny's throat, his face, the spike of the beard. "Fuck, you're beautiful.
Danny raised an eyebrow. "It took a beard, obscuring my face, to make you see that?!"
Steve was a very long way from apologetic; he just essentially pinned Danny against the wall, and kissed him. It would go one of two ways; Danny would be delighted, or Steve would have a broken nose.
Mercifully, Danny went to the former.
Abruptly, they were kissing with a terrifying type of passion. Steve would have stubble rash for a month, but couldn't bring himself to care very much; he kept pulling back just to look at Danny, to document his face, imprint him in his memory.
"You should have grown this weeks ago," Steve hissed. "I go on a mission, and come back to find that my partner is abruptly fucking gorgeous."
"Thanks babe," Danny laughed, kissing Steve back. "You're pretty good-looking yourself, I must say."
Steve just raised an eyebrow. "Glad to hear it," he smirked, and just kissed his partner senseless.