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[haolehothead]

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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[little_moons]

My hands settle on his hips, grinning back at him, 'cause it's infectious, even though I know it's not for me.

"You really wanna talk about your ex-wife right now?" I laugh.

[newkindofcop]

"He does that, sometimes," Steve murmurs, settling on his side next to them, propping himself up on one elbow.

"That's usually the moment to make him forget her for a little while."

[haolehothead]

Danny rolls his eyes, shooting Steve a 'thanks so very much' look that's closer to 'you're a real asshole' but he shakes his head and licks his lips, shifting the positioning enough that he can sink right back onto Neil's dick, splaying one hand out on his torso. It's too far away for a kiss, so he does his best to ground himself with just that palm.

[little_moons]

"Jesus Christ, Danny," I gasp, my hips snapping up to meet his, one hand sliding up the length of his torso, my hand curving loosely around the base of his throat, feeling his pulse thrumming under my fingertips.

[newkindofcop]

Steve groans when Neil does, slipping a hand around his own dick, feeling it raging against his palm. His other hand steadies at Danny's shoulder before moving, slow, down the length of his back, muscles rippling beneath the skin. "That's it, babe," he groans, leaning in to nip at Danny's jaw.

[haolehothead]

Danny takes in a sharp breath, trying to slow everything down and give himself just a second, just a minute, to take control of this. He swallows, hard, and then peers down at Neil, knowing he's going to be so well-exhausted by the time the night's out. "Fast or slow?" he asks. "Which do you want?"

[little_moons]

"You askin' me or Steve?" I say, biting down on my bottom lip and clutching tight to his hip, struggling not to plow into him and end this too fucking fast.

"Slow... just to start," I say without waiting for his answer.