"Mmmm, good morning" Steve said, wrapping his arms around the shorter mans waist, pulling him flush against him.
"Jesus!" Danny gasped, "You shouldn’t scare a guy like that when he's cooking bacon, horrible things can happen."
"Oh really," Steve leaned down kissing Danny’s shoulder, "like what?"
"Like you distract me and I burn the danm bacon!"
"Ahhh."
The two fell into a comfortable silence for several minutes until Steve felt Danny tense slightly and mumble "y'know, I wasn’t sure what to expect this morning, but uh, this is nice."
"What do y- oh..." Steve realized "you where waiting for some 'big gay freak-out' weren’t you?
"Well yea," Danny shrugged, "we didn’t exactly have time to talk last night, what with your tongue down my throat."
"Yea" Steve said, pulling Danny even closer, "that was nice too."
"Of course it was nice Steven, I am a very good kisser" Danny stated gesturing with the spatula "but once we got to the bedroom you said you had never done this before, and god knows I haven’t either, so I was...y'know..."
"Danny" Steve chuckled "is that what you're worried about?" he leaned down and nibbled the shell of Danny’s ear, "I just meant I’d never bottomed before, you're about ten years too late for my Vcard, if that’s what you wanted."
"Wait," Danny shifted as Steve’s answer caused more questions to spring into his mind. "So you've been having gay sex for ten years and never bottomed, but first time with me and you decide to let the gaysex-virgin take charge?"
Steve chuckled; the rant would have made him nervous if Danny hadn’t been leaning back against him, relaxed and pliant. "Well, first off, I’m really good at blowjobs."
"I noticed"
"Thank you," Steve grinned "and I figured it would be easier for you if you topped, y'know the whole 'put your dick in X' mechanic still works."
"Oh god," Danny groaned, flipping a stubborn piece of bacon "you would apply math to mind-blowing sex, wouldn’t you?"
"We were pretty amazing weren’t we?" Steve growled "I’m definitely starting to see the advantages of letting you top."
"Not exactly my point babe," Danny stated "but I’m glad we got that figured out, not that I was overly concerned after this morning."
"Really?" Steve burrowed his nose into Danny’s hair, breathing in the unique smell. "What changed your mind?
"Well for starters, when I woke up this morning my dick as halfway down your throat."
"Ahh yes," Steve rumbled "wonder how that happened?"
"Shut it you," Danny snapped lightly "just because you apparently have no gag reflex does not give you the right to sound so smug. And second," Danny gestured sharply with the spatula, "your cornering me in the shower and asking me oh so politely to 'finish what I started last night’ gave me the feeling that you weren’t going to just throw me out."
"Nope, I’m thinking I’ll keep you around for a while" Steve said, nibbling his way down the side of Danny’s neck "see what else you can do." he slid his hands under Danny’s t-shirt, sliding against his warm skin.
Danny' breath caught in his throat and Steve grinned, pleased that he could cross 'kitchen sex' off his list so soon when Danny suddenly ducked out from under his arm, backing away towards the kitchen table.
“I see what you're up to Steven," he gasped.
"I see how you made detective there Danno" Steve deadpanned, turning off the burner. "Now that you've seen through my master plan, let’s call in sick and get to it."
"Are you insane?" Danny almost shouted "did you miss the part where we had sex twice already today?" Danny pointed south "there is no way he's ready for another round!"
"Oh, I’m pretty sure you're wrong about that," Steve’s grin turned wolfish.
"What?" Danny demanded, his voice rising, "it's my dick, I think I would know!"
"Danny," Steve stated far too calmly "I’m just saying, I’ve spent more face time with him than you have, so I think I’m more qualified."
"Oh god, that is a line." Danny groaned "that is such a line, how do you not know that 'smooth dog' was a joke?"
"You talk too much Danny." Steve growled, stepping forward.
"Gah!" Danny barked as Steve stalked towards him, a predatory smile on his face. "You stay away from little Danny!" he ordered, snatching an empty plate off the counter, holding it like a shield in front of his hips. "He’s tired and sore, and it’s entirely your fault!"
"Oh really?" Steve rounded the counter, following Danny as he backed around the table still holding the plate against his hips, as if that will stop a highly motivated SEAL. "Well, if it’s my fault then shouldn’t I kiss it better?"
"Oh god," Danny groaned "I’m dating a nymphomaniac. Steven, we have to be at work in half an hour!"
"Well, that’s it then," Steve fake pouted as he slowly closed on Danny who was stubbornly keeping his distance "the spark is gone. But don’t worry Danno, we'll get it back, we can get some books, some toys and a safe word, I’ll even let you keep your tie on!"
"Oh ha ha Steven," Danny snapped dryly, hoping Steve hadn’t noticed the way his whole body tensed when the suddenly shirtless seal talked about toys and safewords, he wouldn’t bet on it. "You’re the Seinfeld of comedy, and by that I mean you're not funny."
"whats the matter Danno, you don’t like the kinky stuff?"
"Kinky stuff?!" Danny squawked, "Steven, I gave you a blowjob last night, in my thirty-three years that is as kinky as my sex life has ever gotten! Besides, what part of 'I have had more sex in the past two hours than in the past six months' do you not understand? I mean, how on earth are you still horny?"
"Well, detective" Steve said, suddenly changing directions causing Danny to dart the other direction, "I’ve got six months worth of fantasies to catch up on, and there’s no time like the present."
"Six wha-" Danny sputtered "but we only met six mo-" Danny suddenly stilled, the pieces finally falling into place, "ohhhh" he mouthed. As Steve took the opportunity and pounced on Danny, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's shoulders once again and pulling him close. "So I guess I' not the only one who's been wanting this for a while then, huh?" Danny asked softly.
"No Danny," Steve whispered "you're not, and as long as I’ve got you I plan on taking full advantage."
It wouldn’t take a detective to hear the hope in those words or to see the question in Steve’s eyes, so Danny answered in the only language Steve seemed to speak. "alright Steve, I’ll make you a deal" he said seriously, wrapping his arms around the taller mans waist "if we make it to work on time, and you let me finish my paperwork on the crazy stunt you pulled yesterday, I will let you take me home and wring as many mind-blowing orgasms out of me as you can. Then we can rinse and repeat for the next few years," Danny shrugged "till you get bored or something."
Steve’s eyes where bright but his tone was serious as he looked into Danny’s eyes. "Not getting bored Danny, not ever."
"Well then," Danny grinned, pulling Steve down into a kiss "guess you're stuck with me."
"Jesus!" Danny gasped, "You shouldn’t scare a guy like that when he's cooking bacon, horrible things can happen."
"Oh really," Steve leaned down kissing Danny’s shoulder, "like what?"
"Like you distract me and I burn the danm bacon!"
"Ahhh."
The two fell into a comfortable silence for several minutes until Steve felt Danny tense slightly and mumble "y'know, I wasn’t sure what to expect this morning, but uh, this is nice."
"What do y- oh..." Steve realized "you where waiting for some 'big gay freak-out' weren’t you?
"Well yea," Danny shrugged, "we didn’t exactly have time to talk last night, what with your tongue down my throat."
"Yea" Steve said, pulling Danny even closer, "that was nice too."
"Of course it was nice Steven, I am a very good kisser" Danny stated gesturing with the spatula "but once we got to the bedroom you said you had never done this before, and god knows I haven’t either, so I was...y'know..."
"Danny" Steve chuckled "is that what you're worried about?" he leaned down and nibbled the shell of Danny’s ear, "I just meant I’d never bottomed before, you're about ten years too late for my Vcard, if that’s what you wanted."
"Wait," Danny shifted as Steve’s answer caused more questions to spring into his mind. "So you've been having gay sex for ten years and never bottomed, but first time with me and you decide to let the gaysex-virgin take charge?"
Steve chuckled; the rant would have made him nervous if Danny hadn’t been leaning back against him, relaxed and pliant. "Well, first off, I’m really good at blowjobs."
"I noticed"
"Thank you," Steve grinned "and I figured it would be easier for you if you topped, y'know the whole 'put your dick in X' mechanic still works."
"Oh god," Danny groaned, flipping a stubborn piece of bacon "you would apply math to mind-blowing sex, wouldn’t you?"
"We were pretty amazing weren’t we?" Steve growled "I’m definitely starting to see the advantages of letting you top."
"Not exactly my point babe," Danny stated "but I’m glad we got that figured out, not that I was overly concerned after this morning."
"Really?" Steve burrowed his nose into Danny’s hair, breathing in the unique smell. "What changed your mind?
"Well for starters, when I woke up this morning my dick as halfway down your throat."
"Ahh yes," Steve rumbled "wonder how that happened?"
"Shut it you," Danny snapped lightly "just because you apparently have no gag reflex does not give you the right to sound so smug. And second," Danny gestured sharply with the spatula, "your cornering me in the shower and asking me oh so politely to 'finish what I started last night’ gave me the feeling that you weren’t going to just throw me out."
"Nope, I’m thinking I’ll keep you around for a while" Steve said, nibbling his way down the side of Danny’s neck "see what else you can do." he slid his hands under Danny’s t-shirt, sliding against his warm skin.
Danny' breath caught in his throat and Steve grinned, pleased that he could cross 'kitchen sex' off his list so soon when Danny suddenly ducked out from under his arm, backing away towards the kitchen table.
“I see what you're up to Steven," he gasped.
"I see how you made detective there Danno" Steve deadpanned, turning off the burner. "Now that you've seen through my master plan, let’s call in sick and get to it."
"Are you insane?" Danny almost shouted "did you miss the part where we had sex twice already today?" Danny pointed south "there is no way he's ready for another round!"
"Oh, I’m pretty sure you're wrong about that," Steve’s grin turned wolfish.
"What?" Danny demanded, his voice rising, "it's my dick, I think I would know!"
"Danny," Steve stated far too calmly "I’m just saying, I’ve spent more face time with him than you have, so I think I’m more qualified."
"Oh god, that is a line." Danny groaned "that is such a line, how do you not know that 'smooth dog' was a joke?"
"You talk too much Danny." Steve growled, stepping forward.
"Gah!" Danny barked as Steve stalked towards him, a predatory smile on his face. "You stay away from little Danny!" he ordered, snatching an empty plate off the counter, holding it like a shield in front of his hips. "He’s tired and sore, and it’s entirely your fault!"
"Oh really?" Steve rounded the counter, following Danny as he backed around the table still holding the plate against his hips, as if that will stop a highly motivated SEAL. "Well, if it’s my fault then shouldn’t I kiss it better?"
"Oh god," Danny groaned "I’m dating a nymphomaniac. Steven, we have to be at work in half an hour!"
"Well, that’s it then," Steve fake pouted as he slowly closed on Danny who was stubbornly keeping his distance "the spark is gone. But don’t worry Danno, we'll get it back, we can get some books, some toys and a safe word, I’ll even let you keep your tie on!"
"Oh ha ha Steven," Danny snapped dryly, hoping Steve hadn’t noticed the way his whole body tensed when the suddenly shirtless seal talked about toys and safewords, he wouldn’t bet on it. "You’re the Seinfeld of comedy, and by that I mean you're not funny."
"whats the matter Danno, you don’t like the kinky stuff?"
"Kinky stuff?!" Danny squawked, "Steven, I gave you a blowjob last night, in my thirty-three years that is as kinky as my sex life has ever gotten! Besides, what part of 'I have had more sex in the past two hours than in the past six months' do you not understand? I mean, how on earth are you still horny?"
"Well, detective" Steve said, suddenly changing directions causing Danny to dart the other direction, "I’ve got six months worth of fantasies to catch up on, and there’s no time like the present."
"Six wha-" Danny sputtered "but we only met six mo-" Danny suddenly stilled, the pieces finally falling into place, "ohhhh" he mouthed. As Steve took the opportunity and pounced on Danny, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's shoulders once again and pulling him close. "So I guess I' not the only one who's been wanting this for a while then, huh?" Danny asked softly.
"No Danny," Steve whispered "you're not, and as long as I’ve got you I plan on taking full advantage."
It wouldn’t take a detective to hear the hope in those words or to see the question in Steve’s eyes, so Danny answered in the only language Steve seemed to speak. "alright Steve, I’ll make you a deal" he said seriously, wrapping his arms around the taller mans waist "if we make it to work on time, and you let me finish my paperwork on the crazy stunt you pulled yesterday, I will let you take me home and wring as many mind-blowing orgasms out of me as you can. Then we can rinse and repeat for the next few years," Danny shrugged "till you get bored or something."
Steve’s eyes where bright but his tone was serious as he looked into Danny’s eyes. "Not getting bored Danny, not ever."
"Well then," Danny grinned, pulling Steve down into a kiss "guess you're stuck with me."