The scream that rises up in Steve's chest only explodes as he rolls over in bed, folding in on himself as though he's trying to break his own body in two. He's met with warm - not sticky warmth under his hands, but smooth, firm warmth - Danny.

His eyes snap open, and a sob chokes up his throat, and he's got his arms around Danny before he even musters the ability to speak, drawing him in, cradling him tight, never wanting to let him go again, not even for more than a minute.

"Oh, God, Danny, Danny, Danno," Steve gasps, putting hands on every single goddamn warm, breathing, living inch of Danny's skin.