Danny & Steve [Completed]

Part 7

The family went out for pizza after the game, and Danny came along with. It was loud, it was raucous, and when Steve and Danny got back to their room, everything seemed almost too quiet.

Danny leaned in for a kiss, and Steve sidestepped him. Danny's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" he said.

Steve sighed, and he said, "Nothing." He paused, then added, "The way you pulled away from me when your friends walked up."

Danny sat on the edge of his bed and watched Steve as he paced. "I know Ben from home. His folks talk to mine."

Steve said, "I know you're not ready to come out, and I respect that, but this is why I don't date closeted guys, Danny." He looked to Danny and those baby blues were so puppyish Danny just wanted to hold him. "I can't be with someone who's ashamed of me."

Danny dropped his gaze to his hands. "I'm not ashamed of you, but I can see how it looks that way. The thing is my parents are paying for me to go here. If they find out I'm gay, I can say goodbye to school. And you." He smiled sadly. "So I figured that, at least this way, I would get at least some of you, some of the time."

Steve sat beside Danny on the bed and gingerly took his hand. "I get that," he said quietly. "You're not doing anything wrong, Danny. It's just hard, you know? Some of the time isn't what I'm looking for. I'm falling for you, and I got to ask myself where this is going."

Danny smiled despite himself. Steve was falling for him? He squeezed Steve's hand and said, "I'm falling for you, too. I just don't know what to do."

Steve pursed his lips. "There's a queer cafe in town called Ziva's. No one you know is going to be there, and they're having live music tomorrow. Will you go there with me?"

Danny licked his lips slowly, then said, "Yeah. I will." The idea of being out in public with Steve made him nervous, but he had never been to a gay club or cafe and always wanted to. It sounded exciting, and frankly kind of nice to have a place to go that was meant for people like him. He smiled at Steve. "Tomorrow, Ziva's, it's a date."

Steve grinned. "It's a date." He kissed Danny, and Danny was more than happy to return the favor. They settled into making out on Danny's bed. All of Danny's pent up desire surged to the fore. His hands were all over Steve, above his clothes, and Steve drew him down to lay on his back. Danny pulled Steve on top of him, and his kisses became more heated, harder.

"Danny," Steve panted when he came up for air, "how far do you wanna go?"

Danny slipped a hand under Steve's shirt, getting himself a feel of those taut muscles. "Not all the way. I don't think I'm ready, but..."

Steve smiled slowly. His hand fell to the fly of Danny's jeans. "Far enough to use our mouths?"

Danny's breath hitched in his throat. "Yeah," he said, then warned, "I've never done it before."

Steve replied, "Don't worry, handsome. I'll show you how it's done. Just lay back."

Danny did as Steve asked, and Steve undid Danny's jeans. Danny stared at him, his heart beating fast, his chest rising and falling heavily. He was hard by the time Steve pushed down his jeans and underwear, and he blushed deeply when Steve's eyes widened upon seeing his naked flesh.

"You're a proud boy," Steve said and licked his lips.

Danny's cheeks flushed, and he groaned. He had sneaked peeks in locker rooms over his lifetime and knew he was bigger than the average guy down there. Where someone else might have been arrogant about it, Danny was mortified. When he got excited, it was just so brash and rude in its prominence.

It got even more brash as Steve curled his hand around it. Danny whimpered and draped his arm over his eyes. "Steve," he groaned. "That feels so good."

"It's about to feel better," Steve said. He gave the tip a kiss, then took it in his mouth.

Danny's eyes crossed, and the room went dim for a moment. He couldn't believe anything could feel so good. The fact that Steve seemed to want this as much as he did made it even better. He found himself thinking about track statistics to slow himself down, but it only worked so much before he couldn't get his mind off what Steve was doing. The sight of that blond head bobbing did him in. His toes curled, and he cried out. It was too soon, but he couldn't help it. He spent and Steve swallowed it all.

Steve came up for air, then settled beside Danny, taking him in his arms. "How was that?" he asked.

Danny hid his face against Steve's chest. "Sorry. It was just too good, I couldn't help it."

Steve stroked Danny's back and said, "Don't apologize. It's fine. Tell you what, the second rond will go longer."

There would be a second round? Danny let out a soft, pleased groan. "Can't wait." He hesitated, then said, "Can I, um... Can I do you before that?"

Steve's smile was broad and dreamy. He kissed Danny softly, then said, "I thought you'd never ask." As he undid his jeans, he said, "I'll walk you through it."