Fic: Sweetness (1/1)
Title: Sweetness
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 340
Summary: The first time Danny yields, and gives the unthinkable a go. For the sd_ldws Week Six Challenge -- Genre/cliché: First Time; Prompt: Hands, hand-holding, touching with hands.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: This one was fun. Because... well, I think blcwriter instilled in me a certain love of food!porn, and this borders on that just a bit.
Sweetness
It’s strange, because Steve’s an observant guy, and while he notices just about everything, it’s come to the point where most things don’t really faze him.
The way Danny’s jaw moves as he chews, though; the way his throat works around the last swallow: that fazes the fuck out of him, every time.
So without prelude, Steve reaches, takes Danny’s hand at the wrist, smoothes his fingers along the knuckles as he sucks Danny’s fingertips clean of the grease, stray smears of sauce, his thumb resting on the pulse in Danny’s skin, feeling when it stutters.
“So?” Steve asks between Danny’s middle and ring fingers, brow cocked as he nods toward Danny’s clean plate, licks at the curve of Danny’s fingernail.
“It was,” Danny answers, draws out low and long as Steve laves his skin, holds against the heartbeat at his joint; “slightly less than revolting,”
The evidence -- a completely empty box where the first pineapple pizza Steve had ever convinced Danny to try had just been -- speaks to the contrary, but the way Danny moans the words is damn near sinful, sends a spark through him that settles heavy in his groin, so Steve’s not gonna call him on it.
He moves, then, starts to slip his shirt over his head until he gets close enough, until Danny’s hands are the ones that are tugging at the hem, fingers still slick from Steve’s mouth as Steve gauges the angle, the integrity of the table before he pushes Danny down onto the surface, leans over, catches Danny’s hand against his chest and takes his mouth.
And if Danny could taste the sweetness on his lips, feel the tang against his teeth like this, Steve’s sure he would have gotten on board with the pineapple a long time ago.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 340
Summary: The first time Danny yields, and gives the unthinkable a go. For the sd_ldws Week Six Challenge -- Genre/cliché: First Time; Prompt: Hands, hand-holding, touching with hands.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: This one was fun. Because... well, I think blcwriter instilled in me a certain love of food!porn, and this borders on that just a bit.
Sweetness
It’s strange, because Steve’s an observant guy, and while he notices just about everything, it’s come to the point where most things don’t really faze him.
The way Danny’s jaw moves as he chews, though; the way his throat works around the last swallow: that fazes the fuck out of him, every time.
So without prelude, Steve reaches, takes Danny’s hand at the wrist, smoothes his fingers along the knuckles as he sucks Danny’s fingertips clean of the grease, stray smears of sauce, his thumb resting on the pulse in Danny’s skin, feeling when it stutters.
“So?” Steve asks between Danny’s middle and ring fingers, brow cocked as he nods toward Danny’s clean plate, licks at the curve of Danny’s fingernail.
“It was,” Danny answers, draws out low and long as Steve laves his skin, holds against the heartbeat at his joint; “slightly less than revolting,”
The evidence -- a completely empty box where the first pineapple pizza Steve had ever convinced Danny to try had just been -- speaks to the contrary, but the way Danny moans the words is damn near sinful, sends a spark through him that settles heavy in his groin, so Steve’s not gonna call him on it.
He moves, then, starts to slip his shirt over his head until he gets close enough, until Danny’s hands are the ones that are tugging at the hem, fingers still slick from Steve’s mouth as Steve gauges the angle, the integrity of the table before he pushes Danny down onto the surface, leans over, catches Danny’s hand against his chest and takes his mouth.
And if Danny could taste the sweetness on his lips, feel the tang against his teeth like this, Steve’s sure he would have gotten on board with the pineapple a long time ago.