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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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"Are you... Are you seriously gettin' fuckin' dressed?" I pant out, incredulous even as I'm getting pounded into, but it really doesn't last long-- the giving a shit about Danny's fucking modesty or whatever. The angle's just right and my mouth falls open, words falling pretty much unchecked from my lips.

"Oh... Oh, fuck... Fuck, fuck, ffffffffffff-- Steve, Jesus," I whimper, my eyes catching Danny's and -- Goddamn, you're one lucky fucking bastard.

For all the times he's enjoyed it slow and unhurried, he needs it like this now, hard and fast - maybe a little too fast, too fast for how he'd originally planned on dragging it out, but wrenching those kinds of noises from Neil's throat is a good compensation for being impatient.

He bends over him, molding chest to back again as he snakes a hand over to work around Neil's dick, stroking him out over Danny, in time with his hips.

Danny's eyes are half-lidded now as he watches, a breath of content on his lips as he gives Neil a knowing smile, I know, god, I know unspoken because Danny's good at being a parent, he's good at being a boyfriend, a husband, a partner, but he's never going to be as good-looking as Steve, never going to be as good at sex as he is, never going to be what everyone in the bar is looking at.

My eyes screw shut tight and I can barely keep myself boosted up, my forehead resting against Danny's collarbone now, panting against his skin.

"God, I can't--" I gasp, and then it slams into me like a fucking freight train and I come with a hoarse shout. Danny was really fuckin' dumb, putting on those sweats, 'cause they're sure as hell a mess now.

That's it, the catalyst he needs, and between the two of them, Steve's pretty much done for. His hips stutter and stop against Neil's backside as he comes, wave after wave shooting through until he finally stiffens and shudders, easing out slow.

"God," he gasps, barely managing to roll off to one side before he collapses entirely against the bed.

Danny smirks lazily, shaking his head because Neil definitely ruined Steve's sweats and he writhes slightly, kicking them off. He nudges at Steve's stomach with his toes as he gets up to find another set of boxers, catching Neil with an arm around his waist when he makes it back to the bed. "Happy birthday to you, too," he mumbles. "Early."

If Danny hadn't scrambled away to get cleaned up, I'd have collapsed right on his chest. As it is, I end up between them. It's too familiar to be entirely comfortable, but I don't bother to move.

His back against my chest, I can feel him talk as much as hear it, that rumble against my back and his breath against my neck. I groan, crack open an eye and look at Steve with a crooked grin.

Steve's eyes are still half-closed, but he manages something of a breathless grin before scrubbing a hand over his face, resting it against his lower abdomen.

"Yeah, or something like that," he murmurs, head lolling over slowly to look at the both of them.

"Yeah, he does this too," Danny says, dropping to one knee on the bed behind Neil, sliding his fingers slowly over his back before digging into his neck a little tighter. "Gets the lazy SEAL commando thing going on and doesn't have much stamina. I usually have to goad round two out of him with profanity or slurs against his abilities."

"Speaking of, babe, unimpressed," Danny says, snapping his fingers at Steve while his other hand works out the kinks in Neil's neck.

Sprawled flat on my stomach, I let out a low groan, grinning blearily when I mumble, "It wouldn't be half as much fun for you if you didn't get to fuckin' nag."

It's cute, getting to see this game they play. Getting a glimpse into something private.

Steve swats lazily at Danny's fingers before sliding one arm across his face.

"Just - give me a few more seconds, alright?"

Danny smirks as he leans down over Steve's body, crawling on all fours and loosely straddling Steve as he makes a mock-pouting face. "Seconds? A few more seconds? What's a few more seconds gonna do for you, babe, huh?"

Letting out a whine when he crawls away, I murmur, "Hey, why'd you stop?" I've got my eyes cracked open wide enough to watch them, a low buzz under my skin. Not quite ready to get hard again, but not far off.

"You want me to go, or am I invited to round two?"

Steve's got an arm slung across his face, hiding most of his satisfied grin from view, though he gently rests his other hand against Danny's hip, fingers stroking over skin.

"Stay," he exhales, with a stretch and a groan.

Danny smirks and leans down to yank Steve's arm from off his face, forcing him to look at Danny and his face before he rolls over and lazily straddles Neil, seeing as he's actually more awake. "He's gonna sleep. You want to do a second round?"

Breathing out a laugh, I shove at him until I can turn over onto my back, my hands finding his hips before he move too far.

"I dunno, man. I mean, you just put these on," I say, my finger slipping under the elastic of his boxers. Wouldn't want you to dirty somethin' else up."

"Danno don't care," Steve mumbles, cracking one eye open to look at the both of them, stretching again with an accompanying crack of his back.

"Not when he just ruined my good pair of sweats."

Danny grins fondly at Steve, inching over to press a kiss to the middle of his chest, then over to above his heart where they talked that once about the tattoo, and then over to his shoulder. "You like it when I ruin your sweats," he accuses, before getting back to Neil and giving him a considerate look. They have limited time for this and he's debating the best way to go about exhausting himself before he can well and truly pass out.

"I could tie you up," he offers.

"You wanna tie me up?" I laugh, tracing the line of his cock through his shorts with just the tip of my finger. "What are you gonna do with me, once you do?"

Steve grins, sliding his fingers up through Danny's hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"That's a good question," he agrees, glancing at Danny.

Danny reaches over and pinches hard at Steve's hip, his other palm sliding up Neil's chest and nudging at his nipple with the blunt edge of his thumb. "I got a lot of ideas, how about you tell me which one you want me to indulge?"

"You're gonna have to give me my options," I murmur, arching under him, and he might be kind of short, but he's strong, solid, and that's... definitely not a bad thing.

"Anyway, if you're tyin' me up, shouldn't you be the one callin' the shots?"

"He's equal opportunity," Steve mutters, getting up to quickly and discreetly dispose of the condom before he crawls back into bed, stretching out across the space alloted and laying on his stomach.

"Aren't you, Danno?"

Danny already knows exactly what he wants to do. He leans over and flicks Steve in the side, pressing slow kisses down his chest, mouthing over his dick before giving a slow kiss to his inner thigh. "You, don't go to sleep just yet," he warns, tossing him the lube and another condom before he gets up and grabs hold of two ties, taking Neil's wrists in hand. "Wanna know why we have a four poster bed, Neil?" he asks conversationally, sliding the tie around his wrist and then the wood. "I mean, mostly, it's because Rachel had one and if she gets a four poster bed, I want one," he adds, rambling on as he ties the other a little loosely, giving himself room to sneak back in bed, right under Neil, kicking off the boxers.

"Steve'll get you ready, then I think I want him to control every last movement that you make," Danny says thoughtfully. "What position do you want me in for him, babe?" he asks, of Steve.

I'm laughing, but my mouth goes dry, 'cause this whole thing? It's really fucking hot.

"You know, that's one thing that does suck about my headboard," I say with a lazy grin, testing the knots around my wrist, and unsurprisingly, they don't budge. Fuckin' boyscouts, all of 'em.

Looking to Steve, I arch a brow. So, what do you think?