H50 FPS - Steve/Danny - more comment fic (Steve likes Danny's hair)
Going through a patch of writers' block with my long fic, so I wrote some comment!fic over in finduilas_clln's journal to try and work through it. No idea if it's helped yet, but here's what I came up with anyway :)
This is all prompted by Scott's hair in this picture...
Honestly. I want to write paragraphs about Steve watching Danny sleep and playing with his hair as it splays over his pillow... or twisting his fingers in it when they fuck/kiss, and how on weekends he half hints, half begs Danny to not put any gel in it so that it'll stay fluffy and fly about when they go out onto the lanai for breakfast and he'll just watch it moving in the wind while Danny's focused on his newspaper (the NY Times, just so he can read some 'real' news for a change - not for the cartoons, unlike some people) and when Danny looks up he'll shake his head and run his fingers through it self-consciously and call Steve a goof for the millionth time but when he goes back to his newspaper there's a smile on his face.
*
One day Steve 'accidentally' throws out all of Danny's hair products because 'they went bad in the heat' after he left them in the sunny spot that forms on the bathroom windowsill after they had to rush into work unexpectedly on a day off (and Danny still insisted on doing his hair before they left because "you're an animal, Steven; couldn't leave me to shower in peace, could you? It's bad enough I got a hickey the size of Texas on my neck - a hickey, babe? We are not fifteen.") and Danny has to go to work the next day with hair that curls around his ears and Steve spends the whole day with a gleeful look on his face. Then he spends their lunchbreak getting Danny even more 'tousled' by making out with him on the couch in Steve's office for half an hour, sandwiches forgotten on the desk.
*
Danny fucks him, and Steve almost loses it right away when he feels Danny's hair brush against his face and forehead when he leans down over him. He grabs a handful at the back of Danny's head, the other assuming its usual place on Danny's arse, groping and pulling him in tighter and harder.
*
And Steve's fingers are all sweaty and Danny's hair ends up sticking up all over the place by the time he's panting into Steve's mouth and moaning about how he's going to come and Steve better be coming with him, and Steve is only too happy to give in to the urge he's been fighting off for what feels like hours when Danny grabs at his cock between them and fists him roughly, hot skin catching on an equally hot palm and dragging so fucking sweetly that Steve spills all over his stomach before Danny's name gets a chance to form on his lips.
*
He rakes his fingers through Danny's hair as he comes down, then sinks both hands into it as they kiss sloppily while Danny's hips jerk to a stop, Steve's ass filled with warm wetness that makes the backs of his thighs sticky when he lowers his legs from around Danny's waist and lets him pull out; Danny's dick slaps against his own as he moves to fall into Steve's arms, and they really need to shower, but Danny's still kissing him and Steve's perfect right now.
*
There are few things Steve loves more than waking up to Danny sucking his cock, blinking his eyes open as he slides his hands under the sheets and runs his fingers through Danny's bedhair. He lets one hand rest on the back of Danny's head, the other touching the side of Danny's face, feeling his cock move in and out of Danny's mouth.
*
He twists his fingers hard in Danny's hair when he comes, jerking him away from Steve's cock while he's still coming and when Danny emerges, flushed and panting, there are streaks of white over his chin and nose.
*
Steve will never admit it (except maybe under extreme torture) but his favourite moments lately have been increasingly domestic. Like when he comes downstairs and finds Danny at the sink in the kitchen, washing the dishes, and he can just step up behind him and slide his arms around Danny's waist before leaning down to bury his nose in Danny's hair. He likes it best when Danny's just out of the shower or the ocean, the clean, fresh scent hitting the part of his brain that tells him "home - this is home" but it's good anytime of day. Or when they're on the beach, Danny sitting between Steve's spread legs, leaning back into his chest, and Steve can wrap himself around Danny and forget everything else.
This is all prompted by Scott's hair in this picture...
Honestly. I want to write paragraphs about Steve watching Danny sleep and playing with his hair as it splays over his pillow... or twisting his fingers in it when they fuck/kiss, and how on weekends he half hints, half begs Danny to not put any gel in it so that it'll stay fluffy and fly about when they go out onto the lanai for breakfast and he'll just watch it moving in the wind while Danny's focused on his newspaper (the NY Times, just so he can read some 'real' news for a change - not for the cartoons, unlike some people) and when Danny looks up he'll shake his head and run his fingers through it self-consciously and call Steve a goof for the millionth time but when he goes back to his newspaper there's a smile on his face.
*
One day Steve 'accidentally' throws out all of Danny's hair products because 'they went bad in the heat' after he left them in the sunny spot that forms on the bathroom windowsill after they had to rush into work unexpectedly on a day off (and Danny still insisted on doing his hair before they left because "you're an animal, Steven; couldn't leave me to shower in peace, could you? It's bad enough I got a hickey the size of Texas on my neck - a hickey, babe? We are not fifteen.") and Danny has to go to work the next day with hair that curls around his ears and Steve spends the whole day with a gleeful look on his face. Then he spends their lunchbreak getting Danny even more 'tousled' by making out with him on the couch in Steve's office for half an hour, sandwiches forgotten on the desk.
*
Danny fucks him, and Steve almost loses it right away when he feels Danny's hair brush against his face and forehead when he leans down over him. He grabs a handful at the back of Danny's head, the other assuming its usual place on Danny's arse, groping and pulling him in tighter and harder.
*
And Steve's fingers are all sweaty and Danny's hair ends up sticking up all over the place by the time he's panting into Steve's mouth and moaning about how he's going to come and Steve better be coming with him, and Steve is only too happy to give in to the urge he's been fighting off for what feels like hours when Danny grabs at his cock between them and fists him roughly, hot skin catching on an equally hot palm and dragging so fucking sweetly that Steve spills all over his stomach before Danny's name gets a chance to form on his lips.
*
He rakes his fingers through Danny's hair as he comes down, then sinks both hands into it as they kiss sloppily while Danny's hips jerk to a stop, Steve's ass filled with warm wetness that makes the backs of his thighs sticky when he lowers his legs from around Danny's waist and lets him pull out; Danny's dick slaps against his own as he moves to fall into Steve's arms, and they really need to shower, but Danny's still kissing him and Steve's perfect right now.
*
There are few things Steve loves more than waking up to Danny sucking his cock, blinking his eyes open as he slides his hands under the sheets and runs his fingers through Danny's bedhair. He lets one hand rest on the back of Danny's head, the other touching the side of Danny's face, feeling his cock move in and out of Danny's mouth.
*
He twists his fingers hard in Danny's hair when he comes, jerking him away from Steve's cock while he's still coming and when Danny emerges, flushed and panting, there are streaks of white over his chin and nose.
*
Steve will never admit it (except maybe under extreme torture) but his favourite moments lately have been increasingly domestic. Like when he comes downstairs and finds Danny at the sink in the kitchen, washing the dishes, and he can just step up behind him and slide his arms around Danny's waist before leaning down to bury his nose in Danny's hair. He likes it best when Danny's just out of the shower or the ocean, the clean, fresh scent hitting the part of his brain that tells him "home - this is home" but it's good anytime of day. Or when they're on the beach, Danny sitting between Steve's spread legs, leaning back into his chest, and Steve can wrap himself around Danny and forget everything else.