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As far as cake-baking attempts go, Danny's not the master. Sure, he can do a simple birthday cake, but Steve's? No, he'd needed the big guns for that, which is why he'd showed up to work on one of his days off. The result is worth it -- it's so worth it. He's got a grenade cake, made of chocolate and buttercreme wrapped up. It's only a week into the marriage, but Danny feels like not getting the right gift is pretty much a great way of starting off a marriage in a difficult way.

When he gets back, he makes sure it's tucked away in the ice box. When that's done, he strips down to his shorts and grabs his surfboard, waiting outside for Steve to get back. A surf, a swim, and a cake -- he figures if that's not what Steve wants (outside of some breakfast), then he's just out of luck.

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"So watch your knee," Steve mutters, swallowing back a groan of his own as he watches Danny sink to his knees, taking Neil into his mouth.

He turns, his hand sweeping up Neil's shoulder to gently cup the side of his neck as he kisses him again, thumb tracing the line of his throat.

Danny peers up, just long enough to see what it looks like when Steve's not leaning down to make up for the difference in height when he's kissing someone. His eyes track the track Steve's thumb slides along the line of his throat, groaning softly at the memory of what those hands feel like, which only invigorates his determination to make Neil feel exactly like he does -- turned on and half-crazy by it.

Pulling back from the kiss, I cough out a laugh and say, "Jesus, Danny," the sound of it punching its way out of my chest, the whole thing taking me by surprise.

I start fumbling with Steve's waistband, shoving it down his hips, shifting away just enough to get a look at him. He really is fucking hot as hell.

Steve eases back a little, crosses his arms over his front to tug the sleeveless shirt up over his head, his hair slightly mussed and curling up in the back after an early morning run. It's getting long again, in need of a trim, but for now it curls at the nape, long enough to run fingers through.

Danny's got a mouth on him in more ways than one, and a part of him is eager to see Neil witnessing that for himself. His hand slides down to cup the back of Danny's head, watching his mouth work around Neil's dick, momentarily transfixed.

Danny glances up the once, peering at Steve and letting out a minute sound of protest at how goddamn hot his husband is, which is one of those things he's not sure how he managed twice -- since Rachel herself had been a catch. The distraction is momentary and he gets right back to work, tongue working and jaw widening that slight bit more that he can manage, Steve's hand on his head the extra incentive he needs.

I realize that the only thing keeping me upright is my hand braced on Danny's shoulder, the other slipping through Steve's hair.

"God, Danny. Fuck you, how the fuck are you so good at this," I laugh breathlessly, looking down to watch Steve watching him, and I know that this could be over really fucking quickly if they keep this shit up.

Steve swallows back a groan and grins loosely, lazily, tilting his head into the threading of fingers through his hair as his fingertips gently stroke the back of Danny's neck.

"Pretty amazing, right?" His voice drops into a lower register as he swallows again, fingers curling against Danny's neck. "So goddamn amazing."

Danny enjoys the praise that he gets from Steve, but right now, he just wants to keep on doing what he's doing, leaning his head back against Steve's touch, easing back to smirk up at Neil. Yeah, maybe it's an asshole move to pull with Neil when he really only does it to Steve. "So," he drawls. "You like?"

After all, he knows that Neil's not done yet, he just wants to hear a little bit of begging.

"No, I fuckin' hate it," I manage, looking down at him with my mouth hanging open incredulously.

"Yes, I fuckin' like," I say, my hand slipping up into his hair and tugging, "But I don't wanna come that way."

Steve chuckles, a quiet sound as he moves his hand away from Danny's neck, sliding fingers across Neil's abdomen.

"What did you have in mind?"

Danny gives a slight groan as he settles back on his haunches, giving Neil a curious look from down on the ground, pushing his weight onto the good knee. "Whatever it is, decide if I'm doing anything with my mouth down here or I'm getting up," he warns.

"Was kinda hopin' one of you was gonna fuck me," I admit, flashing Steve a grin, my hand moving to rest against Danny's cheek, thumb tracing the line of his bottom lip.

"I mean, if you're that cock hungry, you can stay down there. 's just a suggestion."

"Think your knee can handle it, Danno?" Steve grins, but he's already stepping around to stand at Neil's back, fingertips lightly resting on his hips.

They dig in a little harder when he presses forward, lining up front to back.

Well, apparently, Steve needs less direction on this than Danny thought. The expected jealousy flares back up, but he makes it shut up because this is a present for Steve -- it's not about changing any of their vows or promises. It's Steve's night, it's Neil (one of his best friends, especially with Clark gone) and he's a grown-up. Hell, how often had he fantasized about doing this with his Rachel and Steve, together?

Danny shifts forward, staggering weakly to his feet until he can perch to the edge of the bed. He runs a hand through the short strands of his hair -- about three weeks from being back to where it belongs. "Go on," he coaxes. "C'mon, babe, do it."

"You got a rubber around here?" I ask, arching a brow, leaning shamelessly against Steve's chest, his dick pressed right up against my tailbone.

I catch Danny's eye, giving him a look to ask, without actually opening my mouth -- You sure this is okay?

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Steve's gaze is similarly directed as he glances at Danny over Neil's shoulder, an acknowledging nod of his head.

"Yeah?" he breathes, watching and wondering. "He uses his mouth on you during, babe?"

How the hell did he get to be the one holding all the passwords and keys, that's what he wants to know. His eyes are a bit wide, he's a little hazy -- given the fact that he's pretty goddamn turned on right now -- and he's mostly just trying to think through the damn positions. "Whatever you like, birthday boy," Danny says, canting his head in a brief nod to Neil as he digs through the night table to find one of the few remaining condoms they keep -- because after that whole 'Danny waking up a woman' thing, it's better safe than sorry.

"So, my birthday's in a couple days, you know," I point out with a smirk, gesturing for Danny to scoot back so I've got room to crawl onto the bed.

I'm hoping this bed's sturdy, but if it's not, I figure it'll be a really fuckin' hilarious story.

It's almost impossible him not to react at the sight of Neil crawling onto the bed to join Danny, and between the two of them it's all he can do not to reach down to stroke himself, curling his fingers into a fist at his side.

"Did you know that?" he asks, swallowing roughly as he glances over at Danny.

"I knew that, but only because I was held as a child and know about human-to-human interaction," is Danny's retort, waving the condo, in between his fingers as he glances over to Neil, shaking his head. "He wasn't held enough as a child."

"Yeah, you're a fuckin' interpersonal relations expert," I say, crawling over between his legs and pushing him flat on the bed with a smirk. Catching Danny in a kiss, I slip the condom out of his hand, my other hand sliding over his dick, just enough friction to be really fucking frustrating.

"I was held," Steve insists, kneeling on the bed slowly, his fingers forming light points of pressure against Neil's hips. "There's photographic proof."

He grins at Danny over Neil's shoulder, grinding slowly against his backside, stifling a groan in the back of his throat.

Danny's muffled by the kiss, eyes falling shut. Yeah, it's been a while since he's kissed anyone else other than Steve and Rachel, but it's not like it's bad. Hell, it's a nice change and he threads his fingers through Neil's hair to keep a tight grip, easing back so he can meet Neil's gaze. "Try calling him Commander. That tends to push some buttons," he says breathlessly.

"Commander, huh?" I say with a low rumble of laughter, grinding back against Steve and swallowing down a whimper.

"Jesus," I say with a breathless huff of laughter, reaching back blindly to hand Steve the rubber.

Steve plucks it out of his hand, holding it between two fingers as his other arm slips around Neil's middle, hand grasping a hold of his dick to give it a few slow strokes.

The wrapper he opens with his teeth, taking his hand away to roll it on, hissing soft through his teeth.