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Jealousy was the most beautiful and ugliest thing ever.
Currently, it is beautiful. At least in Danny’s case. Steve, wonderful, water to his fire on most days Steve with the patience of a slow-growing storm and the personality of a golden retriever had him pinned against the wall of the dimly lit locker room, plush lips locked on his favorite jersey boys. The kiss held love in it of course, but the added spice was desperation. One Danny knows all too well. Judging by how Steve was handling him as well, it was desperation to prove something, prove what exactly? Prove that Danny was his. All because one of Danny's friends from the ring decided to land a fat wet kiss on the Jersey blonde's cheek after he won the match. Danny being Danny turned his face away, laughing at his buddy.
When he was looking among the sea of cheering people, his good eye noticed a familiar navy-colored uniform hiding in the shadows of the ring. And without thinking he ran to it, saying Excuse me. He hadn't seen him for nearly 4 years. Crashing into him in full force activating all the pain in his body. He didn't care at that moment.
And now they're here, making out and dry humping on each other like they're horny teenagers all over again. Danny let out a deep groan when Steve bit on his split lip, his shorts getting tighter from his growing erection. “Steve” Danny managed to get out when his super soldier pulled his mouth away for a moment. Danny felt like he was in an oven with how hot he was from all the mixed adrenaline, as much as he wanted to continue and have Steve either fuck him like some wild animal or make some form of love to him. Passing out from how hot he was didn't sound like a good time, his mind was racing and his heart jackhammered against his rib cage. He needed a moment.
Steve was breathing heavily through his nose, ocean eyes trained on his partner. Not sure of the face he was making, Steve backed off, pressing a sweet kiss against Danny's lips for a moment fully backing off.
Three years later Steve was still pulling off that uniform like it was made for him, he's gotten bigger. Shoulders broad, posture straight, eyes stormy with utter concentration and a hint of violence at the ready. He looked good, even if he looked somewhat unrecognizable with how stone-faced he was now. He looked ravishing.
And if Danny played his cards right, he would get his Steve in record time.
Danny clears his throat when he thinks he stares for too long, letting out a breath.
“We- ahem have some catching up to do, and of course, I would love to continue that and all- don't smile like that you ass— I’m in desperate need of a shower and water, in case if you hadn’t noticed I’m a sweaty mess” Danny gesture to his banged up body that gleamed with sweat and bruises, his face twisting in pain when pain decided to shoot across his back.
Steve's eyes were trained on him, a moment or so— seeming to finally make his decision. One hand reaches to the string of Danny's shorts, the blonde's already red face turning darker.
“Hey! Whoa!—” Danny starts, reaching to stop Steve.
“Are you deaf!? I just said I’m a mess!”
Steve undoes the knot, catching Danny's hand, his grip was gentle but firm. Halting Danny's movement. His thumb was rubbing lightly against his wrists.
Both men stare at each other. The locker-room air was stuffy.
Silence stretches. Neither one is moving away.
Danny realized he's been the only one talking ever since he saw Steve till the Navy SEAL decided to open his mouth.
“I'd never force you into anything you don't wanna do…”
Steve lets go of Danny's wrist. Tugging lightly on his shorts.
“Im trying to help you undress for your shower”
“Oh”
“Would you like my help?”
“Only if you shower with me,” Danny says without really thinking.
An old boyish smile spreads on Steve's face.
“Would be pretty stupid of me to say no”
“Very”