Homeplot - 2

[haolehothead]

Six days had passed and every single morning, Danny woke up in a hotel bed in New Jersey. He keeps expecting his luck to change, but somehow it doesn't. Somehow, he keeps ending up exactly where he wants to be. It's weird. It's beyond weird, but he doesn't want to complain about a good thing. The one thing that shies away from good, though, is that the longer he stays (and the more family dinners he takes part in), the more he's realizing he's going to have to tell them about him and Steve.

Hell, he's also had a niggling idea in his mind, but he's tucking it away -- for now.

"Steve," he murmurs when it's Day Six and he wakes up at home, right where he belongs. "You up?" Danny's migrated to the other half of the bed to try and splay out, taking advantage of the sheer comfort that a hotel mattress provides.

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[newkindofcop]

"Great," Steve mutters, reaching up to try and smooth it down with his fingertips before he crouches slightly to study his reflection in the mirror on the back of Danny's closet door. "It'll do," he finally decides, shrugging helplessly.

[haolehothead]

Danny sprawls back on the bed, writhing and tugging on the pants, buttoning them up while he takes a long look at Steve and gives a helpless little sound. "I like your hair all..." he gestures vaguely with his fingers. "You know, sex-mussed."

[newkindofcop]

"You think your parents are gonna appreciate it in the same way?" Steve counters, grimacing faintly. "Come on. We're going to do this without looking like a bunch of teenagers who just snuck off to dry-hump."

[haolehothead]

"We did more than just hump," Danny says with a smug smirk on his face, getting his feet on the floor and steady himself on his feet. "You ready to tell my mom and dad that I'm about to get hitched?"

[newkindofcop]

Steve finally concedes, with a sigh and one last cursory glance of his own reflection, turning back to Danny and squaring his shoulders in preparation. "Let's go do this," he softly replies.

[haolehothead]

Danny grips Steve shoulders once to give him a little support, heading down the stairs like he's a teen again, bounding down and trying to fix his collar as he goes -- given that he's just completely mussed it up. "Ma, Dad, sorry, I was just showing Steve the upstairs," he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "We got something to tell you, too. And I promise, I'm not knocked up," he adds.