Fic: Victory (1/1)
Title: Victory
Rating: R
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 305
Summary: They meet in the locker room after the Homecoming Game. For the sd_ldws Week Seven Challenge -- Genre/cliché: First Time; Prompt: Hands, hand-holding, touching with hands. Warnings for sexual situations in a high school setting -- but for legal purposes, let's just assume they're both past the age of consent, yes?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: This one was hard. No pun intended.
Victory
It’s after the Homecoming game; Steve’s won it for them, and if Danny was ogling Steve’s ass the whole time, his shoulders in those pads; well, no one’s watching him, they can’t suspect what they never see.
Steve hangs behind in the showers after the team leaves to celebrate; Danny sneaks in through the back. He catches a palm around Steve’s bare chest, just as he’s zipping his pants; Steve’s mouth is on his before Danny knows it, sloppy and wild, and Danny loves the way Steve’s stubble feels under his tongue, the way he can feel Steve’s skin heat up quick, flush under his lips, and he wants nothing more than to spread that heat farther down Steve’s neck, his chest as paws at Steve’s jeans, shoves his boxers down, doesn’t bother undoing Steve’s fly.
They knock into the basketball rack, tumble a line of propped skis near the lockers as Danny sinks to his knees, takes Steve’s length into his mouth and lets Steve fuck his throat until he nearly chokes; and Danny’s lips are clumsy, stretched wide and sore, and he only swallows half of what Steve gives him when he comes, the rest spilling out down his chin. He almost doesn’t know what to do with himself when Steve sinks, boneless to the ground and starts lapping, kissing the overflow from Danny’s lips.
And there’s cheering, he can hear it through the walls, but Danny’s listening closer to the rush of blood in his ears, heavy like they’re not done yet, like they haven’t finished -- like he won’t come down from this, not ever.
He looks up at Steve, all swollen-mouthed himself, eyes wide with something innocent, unbound; and football aside, Danny thinks maybe this is the better victory of the night.
Knows it.
Rating: R
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 305
Summary: They meet in the locker room after the Homecoming Game. For the sd_ldws Week Seven Challenge -- Genre/cliché: First Time; Prompt: Hands, hand-holding, touching with hands. Warnings for sexual situations in a high school setting -- but for legal purposes, let's just assume they're both past the age of consent, yes?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: This one was hard. No pun intended.
Victory
It’s after the Homecoming game; Steve’s won it for them, and if Danny was ogling Steve’s ass the whole time, his shoulders in those pads; well, no one’s watching him, they can’t suspect what they never see.
Steve hangs behind in the showers after the team leaves to celebrate; Danny sneaks in through the back. He catches a palm around Steve’s bare chest, just as he’s zipping his pants; Steve’s mouth is on his before Danny knows it, sloppy and wild, and Danny loves the way Steve’s stubble feels under his tongue, the way he can feel Steve’s skin heat up quick, flush under his lips, and he wants nothing more than to spread that heat farther down Steve’s neck, his chest as paws at Steve’s jeans, shoves his boxers down, doesn’t bother undoing Steve’s fly.
They knock into the basketball rack, tumble a line of propped skis near the lockers as Danny sinks to his knees, takes Steve’s length into his mouth and lets Steve fuck his throat until he nearly chokes; and Danny’s lips are clumsy, stretched wide and sore, and he only swallows half of what Steve gives him when he comes, the rest spilling out down his chin. He almost doesn’t know what to do with himself when Steve sinks, boneless to the ground and starts lapping, kissing the overflow from Danny’s lips.
And there’s cheering, he can hear it through the walls, but Danny’s listening closer to the rush of blood in his ears, heavy like they’re not done yet, like they haven’t finished -- like he won’t come down from this, not ever.
He looks up at Steve, all swollen-mouthed himself, eyes wide with something innocent, unbound; and football aside, Danny thinks maybe this is the better victory of the night.
Knows it.