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When the morning sunlight comes spilling into his room, Danny makes a muffled noise of protest as he rolls back onto his stomach and starts to regret asking Steve to put in windows. Sure, windows are great and they let the light in and now he feels like he lives in a home and not a shack, but in the morning, now he just feels grumpy and glared on.

Danny rolls onto his back and sighs, staring at the ceiling and glancing at the wall to his side that separates his room from Steve's. Usually he just knocks on it and asks if Steve wants breakfast, but Danny's got a full day with a shift at the IPD and then over to the Children's Office. Not to mention, he does want to see some people about house repairs. So, it's a long day, and he'd still like to squeeze in Date Number Six.

He finally coaxes himself out of bed. The sooner he gets to the office, the sooner he gets back for dinner. He knows he's going to be around little ones inevitably, so he doesn't go for the tie, getting an old Jets football jersey and sliding it on atop a pair of worn-in jeans. Yeah, he's gonna catch hell, but he learned his lessons about ties around babies when Grace was tiny.

He makes a note to pick up hair gel when he comes back because his hair is flyaways and tears, no order to it as he starts making noise to tell Steve that he's up. "Hey! I'm making fruit for breakfast. You know, just like every other day, since you haven't put a stove in for me!" he shouts, voice escalating on every word.

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"Uh, well - " Steve lifts his head, frowning slightly, because maybe he hadn't thought as far as that part, the actually needing an answer part. " - I don't exactly have anything to follow that up."

Danny laughs breathlessly as he slings an arm lazily around Steve's back, letting his fingers dangle by the small of his back. "Hey, you never answered me before," he murmurs. "How much of this have you done?"

"Mmm." Steve lays down on his stomach next to Danny's side, resting his cheek on the other man's bicep, and frowns a little. "Would you believe me if I said none of it until five seconds ago?"

Danny just chuckles at that, assuming that Steve's taking the piss on this one and he keeps tangling his fingers through his hair. "Yeah. Right. Funny. Pull the other one, next."

Steve leans into the comfort of those fingertips, sighing when they comb through his hair and lightly run along his scalp, and closes his eyes. "M'serious," he murmurs. "Completely new."

Danny's fingers still. And holy shit, he wished he'd known this before they did anything. He sits up slowly, back curved as he drapes his arms over his legs and just stares forward. He scrubs his face and tries to process the good -- he just got Steve's first -- and the bad -- which means that all this might be what, an experiment? Fuck.

He stays silent for a long moment, sitting up and away from Steve, having displaced his head.

"Where're you going, Danno?" Steve murmurs, reaching out in a blind movement because his eyes are still closed, fingers brushing against Danny's bicep and digging in gently, trying to coax him into laying back down.

"Come on, c'mere, I'm gonna want to do it to you next."

"Hey," Danny says hoarsely. "Hey, you gotta give me a second. You gotta give me some time to process this, okay? Fuck. I thought, I thought...you're a Navy boy, I thought there'd be someone who'd done this for you, to you, fuck, I don't know," he rambles, still scrubbing his palm over his face. "I mean, I am fucking delighted to be your first, don't get me wrong, but I..." He lets out a frustrated growl.

Great. Just like Rachel. Steve's gonna go out there and find someone better who can give him nicer things. He smacks his head again and again on his forearm.

Steve cracks one eye open, then the other, and frowns, because he's genuinely confused by the reason for why Danny could possibly be beating himself up over this, and he sits up slowly, sitting behind Danny's shoulder.

"Stop," he mutters, resting his chin there. "I know what you're thinking, so stop. I'm not in this for just - this, right here. It's more than that. It always has been."

"You gotta just, you gotta see it from my point of view," Danny says, logical as he can be, using both hands to emphasize this point. "So, I have a thing for you. I have had said thing for months. I call you babe and I touch you all the time and I let you drive my car and be there for Gracie. And suddenly, we're on an island, and out of the blue, out of nowhere, you reciprocate," he explains, holding up a finger as he makes his point. "So now, we do a lot of making out and now you let me screw you and tell me I am your first. So, that makes me think there is no history of you liking guys, so then I think, okay. Okay."

Danny's gesturing wildly around the hut now. "Explain to me, tell me how it is not insane, then, to believe that once you've accumulated all the data you want, that you're gonna go find a tall, dark, and leggy around here, huh?"

"I can see where you would be led to think that," Steve slowly replies, leaning back against the pillows as he props himself up on one elbow, his other arm slung across his front. "I don't know, I guess - well, I thought, back home, that that was just, you know, you. Just Danny. I didn't know there was anything else to it, even if maybe, deep down, I was hoping - anyway, and then we got here, and you called me gorgeous, and then you didn't want to talk to me afterwards, so I had to try to follow you to see if we could actually hold a conversation lasting for more than five minutes before you tried to make an exit, but then I overheard you talking to Rachel, telling her how you felt about me, and - "

He draws in a breath, looking down at the rumpled bedcovers. "It was like everything finally clicked into place for me, everything I had been confused about feeling or trying to convince myself that I wasn't, because it turned out you felt something, too."

Danny shifts in the middle of Steve's reply until he's turned back and staring at Steve, crawling back over to him and pressing a slow kiss to his brow. "You think I go around letting just anyone drive my car, huh?" he murmurs quietly, letting out a quiet scoff. "Look, I'm sorry for assuming you just want me for sex. Maybe that's why I put this off so long, considering I didn't wanna turn out to be a one-night stand."

He can still feel some of the tension in his shoulders. He presses a slow kiss to Steve's lips and gets out of the bed to pry off his boxers (having been low around his thighs) and to clean up with a towel.

Steve just looks at him, shaking his head, but there's still a smile there, one that carries a fondness for Danny in it while he watches him shift and move, studying the shape of his profile in the dim light.

"There would never be a moment when I was in it just for that. I value you too much to even consider that as an option, Danny. It wouldn't even be worth it."

Danny focuses on hauling up a new, clean pair of boxers, grasping for a pair of pajama pants when something that Steve said sunk in. He turns and gives Steve a dubious look. "...hold up, follow me? Were you stalking me?"

"What?" Steve's already laying back, drawing the sheets over himself, leaving enough room for Danny to slide alongside if he so chooses. "I wasn't stalking you."

"Following me around everywhere is practically the definition of stalking," Danny replies, sliding back into the bed (his bed, his mattress) and right next to Steve. But then he decides to focus on another important fact. "I was your first," he says with a grin.

"Don't even start, you are way too smug about this," Steve answers, rolling over onto his stomach to assume a more comfortable position for sleeping and smashing his face against the pillow in order to avoid all sight of Danny smirking as readily as he is right at this moment.

"No wonder you were so tight," Danny marvels as he slings an arm around Steve's back and presses a kiss between his shoulderblades, brushing his lips over to the tattoo on his arm, settling in alongside him. "All hot and flush and ready for me."

Steve's next groan is muffled mostly against the pillow as he rolls his shoulders and shifts his hips against the bed, letting the shiver run through him starting from the place where Danny's lips touch. "Don't say that unless you're ready for round two."

"Babe, I was ready the moment I got over my snitfit, but I'm thinking you and me oughta catch some sleep," Danny murmurs, brushing his lips around the ink in front of him. He sleepily reaches out for a t-shirt and slides into that while barely moving.

Steve makes no effort to put on clothes of any kind, shifting just enough to let his body nudge up against Danny's as he nestles into the pillow, breathing deep. "If I wake up first, watch out," he murmurs, lazily slurring his words.

"Uh huh," Danny mumbles, his eyes already shut. He's a little exhausted, truth be told, given their activities and his long day. "S'big talk of yours," Danny says, his words lazy as they draw out and he's snoring comfortably by the time he's finished, fingers twitching as he grasps Steve to curl in tighter.

Steve sleeps as soundly as he ever will, half-sprawled over the mattress with his arm lazily slung over Danny's chest throughout the night, pulling him in closer. In the middle of the night, he shifts and nestles in tight, face buried against Danny's shoulder, nuzzling his skin.

Danny's a light sleeper, so when he feels a pressure against his shoulder, he wakes just slightly to see Steve burrowed against him. He tiredly grins and shifts to wrap both arms snugly around Steve, dropping back into a deep and fitful sleep that lasts him well past dawn.

Danny's never been an early-to-rise kinda guy, so when the sun tips past the horizon, he's not up and at 'em. In fact, he's drooling pretty well on Steve's neck.

When Steve wakes up, he's a little stiff, but it's nothing a long stretch or two won't cure. He's shifting over, propping himself up on top of Danny, but maybe he's willing to forego a little stretching in order to get a glimpse up-close of him like this, expression peaceful, chest slowly rising and falling with his breathing.

It's there that Steve presses his first few kisses, lips curving into a slow smirk, slowly working his way down Danny's front.