Steve pushes the sheets off, moves to the side of the bed and stands up, coming around behind Danny and sliding arms around him, nudging hair out of the way with his nose, kissing the small expanse of skin above the collar of the shirt. "Danny, what I'm saying is," he murmurs, between the kisses, his other hand sliding to the inside of Danny's thigh and rising, "that you can't - wear that - without expecting - to drive me crazy."