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Danny's pretty sure that one day, and one day soon, Steve's going to end up snapping and cutting off the beard in his sleep. Truthfully, Danny's pretty enamored of the damn thing, though that might have a great heaping deal to do with the fact that he got to grow it out alongside his hair and nothing's compelled him to shave it off lately.

Still, as he tries on vests and pants in the bedroom of the hut, he wonders if Rachel's going to have his head on a platter if he shows up to her wedding with scruff that could serve as the envy of the general population. "Steve?" he calls, poking his head out of the bedroom as he unknots his tie and unbuttons the vest, searching through the pile on the bed for the next combination. "Did the SEALs teach you to match? Hell, the boy scouts, whatever, I need a second opinion over wedding attire," he summons, snapping his fingers.

Zulu comes running, so at least one thing under the roof listens to him.

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"No?" Danny mumbles, his voice soft. "Where am I staying, then, if I'm staying? Here? On top of all the suits?" he says, lifting his head enough that he can watch the way Steve's marking him up with such light kisses.

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"On top of every single suit you own," Steve replies, joking quietly as his mouth descends to the small triangle of skin exposed by the open sides of Danny's shirt. "You got a problem with that?"

"I think you should start showing me why I don't have a damn problem with any of that," Danny replies, just as quietly as he practically melts into Steve's touch, giving a soft exhalation of delight as he gets touched. "More. Babe, more, like this."

"Greedy," Steve mumbles, half the word winding up muffled in Danny's skin as he nuzzles and nips and dips lower, unbuttoning as he goes.

"Like you ever doubted that," is Danny's heated reply, kissing at the open patches of skin that Steve leaves, but they vanish more and more as the moments pass. Suddenly, all that Danny has to do is tip his head back and enjoy the ride. "Shit," he gasps. "Steve, babe, what, w-what are you doing?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Steve asks, letting his touch descend over Danny's body the way his mouth does, nipping and biting. "You think you can stay quiet for me?"

"Jesus, you've got some gall," Danny mutters, but he's almost impressed by the fact that Steve's about to do this and hey, if he wants to, then Danny's not about to call him off. He writhes slightly, trying to decide whether he can keep quiet. "You should gag me."

"How about with one of your ties?" Steve half-murmurs, shifting down Danny's body as his hands span his hips, giving them a strong squeeze before he starts in on his pants, yanking his belt open with only a small delay.

Now, they're starting to reach a point where Danny ought to maybe think of being ashamed of some of the proclivities, but Steve keeps touching him and it's making Danny crazy the way that Steve always does. "Shit, yes," he gets out, licking his lower lip while he threads his fingers through Steve's hair, brushing over the curls and giving a light tug.

"Good," Steve says, momentarily emboldened by the idea as he reaches down to grab one of the ties that Danny'd laid out for comparison's sake earlier. He doesn't tie it tightly around Danny's mouth, but it's not exactly in any danger of slipping down as he resumes his earlier position, jamming a hand down the front of Danny's pants to grab a handful.

Danny works his lips around the tie, working to get his gag reflex suppressed so he doesn't end up heaving all over the tie in his mouth, which is pretty much the unsexiest thing he's ever thought in his life. When Steve reaches into his pants, though, Danny's hard-pressed not to start bucking upwards, soft cries muffled by the fabric.

Between the suits, Danny, the bed, it's a tight fit to not slide his way down without having his legs hang off the side of the bed, but Steve manages, pulling his hand away to tug down Danny's trousers just enough so that his mouth can pick up from where his fingers have left off, lips wrapping around Danny's length in a slow slide.

Danny shifts, trying not to get too loud or too excited too quickly. After all, they've still got plenty of time and right now, Danny wants to enjoy the heat of Steve's mouth on him. He tips his head back, strands of hair falling loose from the firm grip of the gel. "God," he exhales, his eyes only on Steve. "Steve."

Whatever Danny says is half-muffled by the makeshift gag in his mouth, but Steve can at least make out the sound of his own name bit out around it, and his lips twist slightly in as good of a smirk as he can manage before he takes Danny in a little deeper, groaning as he does.

If someone asked Danny if he thought that his Navy SEAL partner would ever be able to practically medal for gold when it came to sucking Danny's dick, he probably would've laughed until he was sick. Not so, anymore. Now? Now he will believe them and how because Steve can make Danny feel lightheaded.

Shit, he hopes Esther isn't home right now.

"Babe," he tries to get out, but the tie prevents him, the sounds muffled and it only makes him that much harder. He bucks his hips up, trying to get deeper.

He's oblivious to anything that might be going on, completely oblivious to anyone else other than Danny in this moment and every response he gets from him, verbal or otherwise.

He's surrounded by Danny, enveloped by taste and touch and sound, and his fingers span the frame of Danny's hips as he ducks his head down to take him in deeper.

I'm bored. It's hot outside, but I've been making sure to go out and draw or read or go walking or climb things a little every day to that I seem more like I'm fitting in. The people I've met already think I'm odd and while normally I don't care, sooner or later they are going to start talking to Danny and would rather that not happen quite yet.

But as I've finished the copy of The Little Prince Danny managed to get, I decide it's time to head indoors. I need a drink and some shade.

I don't see Danny, but the bedroom door is mostly closed. Odd, because it is usually open which means that someone's changing or... There's a sound that's unmistakable, even if it's muffled. Moving closer, I stop just outside the door where I can watch, silently.

This should be interesting.

Danny grips Steve's hair, threading through the length of it and holding on as tightly as I can. Every moment that passes gets him closer to the edge and he fumbles with the tie with his free hand, shoving it aside enough to pant out a soft, "Steve, ease off now if you're planning on it."

Steve lifts his head slowly, just enough to speak with some level of amusement as he notices Danny's removal of the tie.

"Did I say you could take that off?" he asks, the question almost dangerous in its tone as he crawls his way up to hover over him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth.

Had Danny been gagged? How... kinky. I'm not sure I expected that of him. It's something I will have to remember for later, when Steve isn't in the picture any longer.

I keep my face impassive, even as I feel my heartbeat increase it's tempo. He's beautiful, Danny's beautiful, and long for the time when it will be him and me, making love on the laundry. I have to promise myself that soon, soon I'll find a way to edge between them, force Steve out. I've done it before, it's always just a matter of time.

"Thought you'd want some warning, Rambo," he replies off-handedly, though he shoots Steve a pointed look and adjusts the tie so that it's back between his lips, making a show of biting down on it, his lips working around the fabric as he shifts, thrusting his hips up to coax Steve back down.

"Don't need the warning," Steve insists, leaning down and reaching with his hand to pick up where his mouth has left off, even as he tips his head back up in order to watch the expression on Danny's face change the second he slides fingers around his dick.

I normally try to keep my own impulses down, ignore them, take care of my needs in private when I'm certain I'm alone. This is making that difficult. Danny looks so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off of him. Steve I'm not as impressed by.

But this is still useful, I can see what Danny likes, how he likes it. Things I'll need to know later. I wonder how long it will take them to notice me?

Danny laughs soft and lazy, cupping Steve's neck with his palm so he can coax Steve closer to him, bring him down and brush slow kisses over Steve's lips, murmuring fond 'I love you's quietly as he shifts his hips up into the waiting touch. "C'mon," he coaxes, blinking and though it's a momentary glance to the side, he sees a flash of someone in his peripheral vision and suddenly he's swearing, kicking at Steve's thigh with his heels, swearing and swearing and, "Shit, fuck, Steve," he gasps, fumbling for one of the shirts to cover himself because they're definitely not alone.

Danny is pretty sure he's never gone a shade this red before. It's impressive, really, it is.

"What? What is it?" Steve asks, his head jerking upward before he realizes and abruptly moves to help Danny cover himself, swiveling over to provide something of a human shield. He hasn't lost any clothing himself, so there's nothing incriminating to try and mask other than what might have just been seen.

The blush on his cheeks feels like it's creeping up the back of his neck, too, and he gives Danny a sheepish look before glancing to the partly open door.