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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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"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.

Danny's still a little foggy on the details of what's going on and he thinks he might be dreaming, yet. He shifts, one hand sliding up above his messy hair. "Steve," he sighs out, half-asleep. "I like it when you do that," he mumbles, turning over onto his side.

"Yeah?" Steve mumbles, his own voice still thick from sleep, and he slides up along Danny's back, curling behind him, lips falling to rest on his shoulder as he slips an arm around his waist, fingers moving underneath the waistband of his pajama pants.

"Yeah," Danny murmurs, his voice still hazy. "Hey, don't touch the dolphins." He's still dreaming, still thick with sleep, but he pushes back against the warmth at his back with a happy little sigh.

Steve doesn't laugh, but he does hide a smile against Danny's shoulder, lips pressing against warm skin, and when Danny shifts back against him, there's a brushing friction that does a better job of getting him hard than he originally anticipated. He shoves his hand down the front of Danny's pants, and then under the boxers, palm loosely cupping his dick.

Danny jolts awake when dream-Steve isn't so much playing with dolphins anymore. He wakes up right into a hand on his dick, which is definitely interesting. He shifts a little more deliberately this time, spreading his thighs as he rocks back against Steve. "Hey, babe," he drawls. "G'morning."

"Morning," Steve murmurs against the back of Danny's neck, nose nuzzling into his sleep-mussed hair, his knuckles brushing the inside of Danny's thigh while he slowly moves his hand. "Sleep well?"

Danny feels pretty goddamn refreshed. In fact, he hasn't slept this well since Rachel brought a little Grace into their bed and they co-slept with her and everything he loved was in one bed. "...yeah, amazing, actually," he says, almost half-surprised. "What're you doing?" he asks, amused.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Steve asks, leaning forward in order to nibble on Danny's earlobe, flicking his tongue against his neck, his hand only touching light enough to tease.

Danny lets out a slow moan, shifting again. "I'm feeling like you're doing things to me that I'd like to continue after I take a piss," he says, reaching back to squeeze Steve's hip lightly.

Steve groans and then relents, pulling back and rolling over and away, giving Danny enough room to move. "Spoil my fun."

Danny wiggles out of the bed and makes it to the bathroom where he doesn't take a single second longer than he needs to, washing his hands and ambling back to the bedroom. He leans against the doorframe and lets his gaze slowly scan over Steve's body.

"I'm still asleep," Danny insists.

"You always sleep standing up?" Steve asks. He's rolled over onto his back now, one arm lazily slung up above his head, enjoying the excuse the early morning gives him to linger in Danny's bed a little longer.

Danny shuts the bedroom door behind him out of habit and slides back into bed. The early morning, Steve's position, and his exhaustion make him want to do nothing more than curl up for a while. His t-shirt is sticky to his chest, as are his cotton pajama pants, but as he drapes one leg over Steve's hips, they feel all right to him. "Well, I got a genuine hotass in my bed, naked. I gotta be dreaming."

"Maybe you are," Steve says, because maybe there's a part of him that still isn't convinced he hasn't dreamed all of this up to now. He reaches over, one hand sliding underneath the bottom of Danny's t-shirt, coaxing it up over his chest. "If you were dreaming, what would happen next?"

"What I want to happen next is distinctly unsexy, you are far better off not asking me that, Steven," Danny warns as he shifts just enough to let him pry his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. He flexes his shoulders back, giving the blades a pinch.