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I wrote this out as way to get my mojo going again, because I'm in that rut where everything I write sucks.
So. Here's 500 or so words of Steve/Danny undercover gay club shenanigans.
In all honesty, Steve didn’t see a single flaw in the plan until the moment Kono shoved both hands into Danny’s hair and scrubbed furiously, saying, “Yeah, no, you need some serious sex hair for it to look legit.”
Steve blinked. Danny, naturally, turned an angry shade of red and said, “I did not agree to this with the expectation of sex hair.” He held a finger up, jaw set, and he’d look fairly menacing where it not for the fact that he was wearing a black t-shirt two sizes too small and jeans that made his ass look obscene.
Not that Steve was taking notes, just...making sure Danny looked the part.
Which was, in this case, blending in with the scene at Club Liquid, a gay club just off the strip that had recently opened in the last few months. They had several good tips that their suspect made several cocaine deals a week here, and Danny was going to be his newest customer. If everything went according to plan, they’d not only get a known drug dealer off the streets, but a murderer as well.
However, now that Danny was standing beside the car in his stupid jeans and too-small shirt and his hair all mussed and hanging over his forehead--which, disturbingly enough, made him look about ten years younger--Steve was beginning to rethink said plan.
Kono beamed as she surveyed her work. “See, now you actually look more like a guy on the prowl and not an undercover cop.”
“I don’t need to look like I’m prowling, okay, I need to look like I’m desperate for coke. This whole...thing--” Danny flailed his hand at himself. “--is not the point.”
Steve shrugged. “She’s got a point,” he said, ignoring the way Danny kept irritably flicking the hair away from his eyes.
“You wanna do this? Because I’d be happy to switch things up and let you run around looking like a reject from the Village People. Remind me again how you got to be ‘security’ while I’m apparently cast as the twink of the year?” He made lazy airquotes, and Steve found it slightly annoying that every shift of Danny’s shoulders seemed to be magnified several times over by his damn t-shirt.
“One, Renaldo likes blonds, which’ll get you closer to him, and two,” Steve smirked, “you’re about fifteen years too old to be a twink.”
“I’m so very thrilled you find this amusing, truly.”
“Sorry I dashed all your hopes.”
“I’m not even the pretty one here! You’re the one with the goddamn puppy eyes!”
He knew it wasn’t meant as a compliment, he knew it, but Steve felt something very much like a blush creep up the back of his neck. “Did you just call me pretty, Danno?” he asked in the most casual voice he could manage.
Danny huffed loudly, jerking both hands through his hair--which promptly fell back into his eyes in a disheveled mess. Sex hair, Steve thought before he could catch himself.
“Can we please just get this over with, preferably immediately?” Danny said. “Also? You’re a dick.”
Which was not in any way a denial to Steve’s question, but Steve didn’t let himself think too closely on that one.
And here's some good Inception porn recs:
This Could Be Our Reward - I haven't read much from dream_exchange because I get wary of everything being anon, but this is an excellent story with great characterization and fantastic porn.
untitled porn by rageprufrock - Need I say more?
I'll probably do that end-of-year fic meme tomorrow, but I added everything up and, not including my current big bang, I wrote over 120k of fic this year! O_O
In other not-so-awesome news, the transmission in my car went out today. Could possibly cost 4k to fix. Blaaaaaaargh 2010 I HATE YOU.
So. Here's 500 or so words of Steve/Danny undercover gay club shenanigans.
In all honesty, Steve didn’t see a single flaw in the plan until the moment Kono shoved both hands into Danny’s hair and scrubbed furiously, saying, “Yeah, no, you need some serious sex hair for it to look legit.”
Steve blinked. Danny, naturally, turned an angry shade of red and said, “I did not agree to this with the expectation of sex hair.” He held a finger up, jaw set, and he’d look fairly menacing where it not for the fact that he was wearing a black t-shirt two sizes too small and jeans that made his ass look obscene.
Not that Steve was taking notes, just...making sure Danny looked the part.
Which was, in this case, blending in with the scene at Club Liquid, a gay club just off the strip that had recently opened in the last few months. They had several good tips that their suspect made several cocaine deals a week here, and Danny was going to be his newest customer. If everything went according to plan, they’d not only get a known drug dealer off the streets, but a murderer as well.
However, now that Danny was standing beside the car in his stupid jeans and too-small shirt and his hair all mussed and hanging over his forehead--which, disturbingly enough, made him look about ten years younger--Steve was beginning to rethink said plan.
Kono beamed as she surveyed her work. “See, now you actually look more like a guy on the prowl and not an undercover cop.”
“I don’t need to look like I’m prowling, okay, I need to look like I’m desperate for coke. This whole...thing--” Danny flailed his hand at himself. “--is not the point.”
Steve shrugged. “She’s got a point,” he said, ignoring the way Danny kept irritably flicking the hair away from his eyes.
“You wanna do this? Because I’d be happy to switch things up and let you run around looking like a reject from the Village People. Remind me again how you got to be ‘security’ while I’m apparently cast as the twink of the year?” He made lazy airquotes, and Steve found it slightly annoying that every shift of Danny’s shoulders seemed to be magnified several times over by his damn t-shirt.
“One, Renaldo likes blonds, which’ll get you closer to him, and two,” Steve smirked, “you’re about fifteen years too old to be a twink.”
“I’m so very thrilled you find this amusing, truly.”
“Sorry I dashed all your hopes.”
“I’m not even the pretty one here! You’re the one with the goddamn puppy eyes!”
He knew it wasn’t meant as a compliment, he knew it, but Steve felt something very much like a blush creep up the back of his neck. “Did you just call me pretty, Danno?” he asked in the most casual voice he could manage.
Danny huffed loudly, jerking both hands through his hair--which promptly fell back into his eyes in a disheveled mess. Sex hair, Steve thought before he could catch himself.
“Can we please just get this over with, preferably immediately?” Danny said. “Also? You’re a dick.”
Which was not in any way a denial to Steve’s question, but Steve didn’t let himself think too closely on that one.
And here's some good Inception porn recs:
This Could Be Our Reward - I haven't read much from dream_exchange because I get wary of everything being anon, but this is an excellent story with great characterization and fantastic porn.
untitled porn by rageprufrock - Need I say more?
I'll probably do that end-of-year fic meme tomorrow, but I added everything up and, not including my current big bang, I wrote over 120k of fic this year! O_O
In other not-so-awesome news, the transmission in my car went out today. Could possibly cost 4k to fix. Blaaaaaaargh 2010 I HATE YOU.