Because, you know, Steve gets all dry-mouthed when Danny unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt and reveals the hollow of his throat and a tantalizing curl or two of chest hair. And now here he is, barely wearing a swimsuit that's sagging low on his hips, water streaming over his body, clearly enjoying himself, and Steve--Steve doesn't know what to do.
Because he's imagine Danny naked a lot, especially lately, but everything he could have imagined does not compare for a second to the real thing, to the rivulets of water going down between Danny's pecs, down his flat stomach and into the waistband of those shorts that seem to be hanging on to Danny's hips - god, don't let Steve start on those hips - by sheer willpower.
When Danny swipes a hand over his face and opens his eyes again, he's focused directly on Steve. Steve is caught staring, he's caught with everything right there on his face and he flushes, hot and uncomfortable and maybe he should just leave but uh, it's his house, he lives here, so that's not an option, is it?
And then Danny moves just out of the flow of water and waves a hand at it, inviting Steve in.
Steve has no idea about the few steps he takes to find himself in front of Danny, he has no recollection of anything between the moment Danny waves him in and the moment the water hits his skin, and fuck, he's still wearing all of his clothes and his shirt is sticking to his skin now, his cargoes are turning dark with the water. At least his boots and socks are off, that's a relief. Not that he's got much time to think about it because Danny's hands are pushing his shirt out of the way, exposing his stomach, Danny's thumb brushing against his skin. Steve doesn't even know how to breathe any more.
Danny is talking but Steve can't hear it over the roaring in his ears. Something about Steve not even knowing how to shower properly and now Danny's pulling Steve's shirt off, forcing Steve's arms up so he can get it over Steve's head, wet cotton sliding over Steve's face as Steve struggles to free his arms and when it's finally off he ducks his head and Danny's shoulder is right there and Steve presses his open mouth directly onto wet, freckled skin.
Danny tastes sun-warm and fresh at the same time, musky yet clean and Steve's head is drowning as he runs his tongue along Danny's shoulder, feels Danny's fingers pressing bruises into his hip. He's still wearing trousers and Danny's still wearing shorts, Steve wants to rut against Danny like the animal Danny's always telling him he is. He moans when Danny pulls his head up, just enough to crush their lips together, a kiss filled with wet sounds and desperation.
Danny kisses like he does everything else, bossy and fierce and full of fire. It's all Steve can do to hang on, hands scrabbling over Danny's back, trying to get a grip on slippery wet skin. Danny feels so good in his arms, solid and hard, and his mouth, Steve can lose himself in that mouth, the slide of Danny's tongue and the bruising press of his lips.
When he pulls away Steve whines - he can't help himself really - and Danny chuckles. This time Steve hears when he talks, the pounding of his heart in his ears not loud enough to cover the words Danny whispers against the curve of Steve's shoulder.
"It's not a real shower until we're naked," he pauses for a moment, running his fingers along Steve's chest, and Steve looks down at their bodies, almost touching, so close. "You need a real shower, you're all filthy, look at you."
Steve nods, mesmerized by Danny's touch, the way Danny's fingers slide down his chest, over his ribs and onto the waistband of his pants. His stomach muscles twitch as Danny begins to unbutton and now Danny's mouth is on his neck, biting gently. Steve shudders, tilting his head back and letting the water splash over his face. Despite the cool water he feels like he's on fire, this is what Danny does to him. He's hard and hot and when Danny slips a hand inside his unbuttoned pants and pushes his palm down over his cock, Steve scrambles to push the rest of his clothes off, his pants and his underwear falling in a heap at his feet.
They're still outside and Steve doesn't give a fuck, he really doesn't because Danny's got his hand wrapped around Steve's cock and he's pulling in slow strokes, going up and up, pressing his thumb into the slit at the head, forcing sounds that Steve didn't know he could make out of him. When he looks down, he watches how heavy-lidded Danny's eyes are, the flush over his neck and cheeks, the way he's biting into his own bottom lip. The outline of his erection is perfectly obvious through his shorts and Steve reaches out with shaky fingers, the shorts falling easily off Danny's frame, exposing him to Steve's hungry eyes.
Danny's cock is amazing, thick and heavy and as Steve curls his fingers around it, Danny moves closer, pushing his hips against Steve's thigh and with a low, desperate noise, hooks his arm around Steve's neck and kisses him, the length of his body pressed against Steve's. Steve stumbles back, getting a face full of shower spray and still Danny hangs onto him, his slick, wet cock sliding through Steve's hand. Danny makes an even better noise when Steve squeezes his cock, and his kiss grows sloppy, teeth graze Steve's lower lip.
Danny is still stroking him but his rhythm falters, Danny's not so much in control now but Steve isn't in much better shape, moaning into Danny's mouth and tightening his grip around Danny's waist until there's barely room for their hands to work.
Their fingers bump when they move at different speeds, yet they still manage to work together towards a release that - for Steve at least - will come much quicker than he'd like. He tilts his head down and stares, stares some more, breathing hard and shallow as he takes in the way they look, wet and obscene and hot, so fucking hot. Steve looks as Danny presses his mouth against his collarbone, not even a kiss, just a touch, Danny breathing loudly through his nose as his hand quickens its pace, his wrist twisting on the upstroke, making Steve's knees tremble.
Steve keeps on looking, unable to close his eyes, wanting to burn these images on his eyelids, Danny naked and hard and wanting him so much he's making these little keening noises, those that are going straight to Steve's cock, making him jerk and twitch.
Danny's cock stiffens further in Steve's hand and his body goes tense. With a low throaty moan, he shoves hard against Steve and comes, his cock pulsing in Steve's hand and fuck, it's hotter than Steve ever imagined, the way Danny's entire body shakes as he rides out the pleasure, the way his fingers dig into Steve's shoulder, the helpless gasps of breath. He fills Steve's senses and overwhelms him, all Steve can do his close his hand over's Danny's on his cock and now he's coming too, sharp and sudden.
His vision blurs for a moment as pleasure and warmth overcomes him, making him smile and tremble, wrapping his free arm around Danny to keep himself from falling. He presses his stupid grin in the crook of Danny's neck, the cold water falling too hard on his back now, his skin too sensitive, his body hyper-aware. He makes a noise, something between a growl and a moan, and Danny pets his hip with lazy fingers, his eyelashes fluttering against Steve's skin.
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And then Danny moves just out of the flow of water and waves a hand at it, inviting Steve in.
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"It's not a real shower until we're naked," he pauses for a moment, running his fingers along Steve's chest, and Steve looks down at their bodies, almost touching, so close. "You need a real shower, you're all filthy, look at you."
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Danny is still stroking him but his rhythm falters, Danny's not so much in control now but Steve isn't in much better shape, moaning into Danny's mouth and tightening his grip around Danny's waist until there's barely room for their hands to work.
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Steve keeps on looking, unable to close his eyes, wanting to burn these images on his eyelids, Danny naked and hard and wanting him so much he's making these little keening noises, those that are going straight to Steve's cock, making him jerk and twitch.
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