FIC: Q&A (Steve/Danny)
Title: Q&A
Summary: Where Steve hates cats and used to be a Scorpio.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating/content: R for language and non-graphic sex
Word count: ~300
A/N: Written for round 3 of sd_ldws. I won this week! The prompt was "lucky number" and the cliche was wanking. Thanks to my friend C for her feedback.
Q&A
"Have you ever actually completed a date?"
They're in Steve's bedroom, at the end of a trail of clothing that started at the front door, and Steve's hands and mouth are everywhere as Danny tries unsuccessfully to remove his pants.
"You make it sound like an assignment," Steve says breathlessly, pulling away to tug his undershirt over his head. "And the answer is yes."
"Just not with me," says Danny, finally able to get to his fly. "We were supposed to do this right-get dinner, see a movie. Ask each other all those stupid fucking first-date questions that normal people ask."
"First-date questions?"
"Yeah, you know--cats versus dogs, astrological sign, lucky number..."
Steve pauses as he pulls off his briefs. "You want me to answer right now?"
"Sure, why not."
Steve just looks at him. "I hate cats. I'm a Scorpio. My lucky number is one."
"One?" Danny says incredulously. "Your lucky number is one?"
Steve shrugs. "What? I like it."
"Everyone likes one. It's the first number, it's everywhere."
"Are we seriously having this conversation?"
"I'm just saying, it can't be yours."
Steve, completely naked now, sighs and starts stroking himself. "I didn't say it was mine, Danny."
"It's implied--and I'm sorry, am I--am I interrupting something here? Should I give you and your hand some privacy, come back when you're done?"
"Just trying to stay in the moment, if we're going to be here for a while. Please," Steve says, gesturing magnanimously with his free hand. "Continue. This is fascinating."
Danny stares at him for a moment, watching Steve's muscles flex with every stroke, then says, "You're not a Scorpio anymore. That changed."
Steve gives him Aneurysm Face. "What?"
"Just--never mind, I'll explain on our next date," says Danny, and pushes him back onto the bed.
Summary: Where Steve hates cats and used to be a Scorpio.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating/content: R for language and non-graphic sex
Word count: ~300
A/N: Written for round 3 of sd_ldws. I won this week! The prompt was "lucky number" and the cliche was wanking. Thanks to my friend C for her feedback.
Q&A
"Have you ever actually completed a date?"
They're in Steve's bedroom, at the end of a trail of clothing that started at the front door, and Steve's hands and mouth are everywhere as Danny tries unsuccessfully to remove his pants.
"You make it sound like an assignment," Steve says breathlessly, pulling away to tug his undershirt over his head. "And the answer is yes."
"Just not with me," says Danny, finally able to get to his fly. "We were supposed to do this right-get dinner, see a movie. Ask each other all those stupid fucking first-date questions that normal people ask."
"First-date questions?"
"Yeah, you know--cats versus dogs, astrological sign, lucky number..."
Steve pauses as he pulls off his briefs. "You want me to answer right now?"
"Sure, why not."
Steve just looks at him. "I hate cats. I'm a Scorpio. My lucky number is one."
"One?" Danny says incredulously. "Your lucky number is one?"
Steve shrugs. "What? I like it."
"Everyone likes one. It's the first number, it's everywhere."
"Are we seriously having this conversation?"
"I'm just saying, it can't be yours."
Steve, completely naked now, sighs and starts stroking himself. "I didn't say it was mine, Danny."
"It's implied--and I'm sorry, am I--am I interrupting something here? Should I give you and your hand some privacy, come back when you're done?"
"Just trying to stay in the moment, if we're going to be here for a while. Please," Steve says, gesturing magnanimously with his free hand. "Continue. This is fascinating."
Danny stares at him for a moment, watching Steve's muscles flex with every stroke, then says, "You're not a Scorpio anymore. That changed."
Steve gives him Aneurysm Face. "What?"
"Just--never mind, I'll explain on our next date," says Danny, and pushes him back onto the bed.