(I started this months ago for bluespirit_star as part of a prompt meme but I ran out of motivation to finish it. Hopefully I can get kickstarted again)
The jackass's name is Pauly Melio, a buddy of Danny's from Jersey. He's visiting Hawaii with his wife and kids but that doesn't stop the guy from coming by Danny's shack uninvited in the middle of the night, drunk off his ass. The way he'd crashed around outside he's lucky Steve hadn't shot him. The familiar way Pauly The Jackass has his arm slung around Danny, Steve still might.
"S'not the same," he slurs, hauling Danny in close. "Miss you, Danny." Then he plants a sloppy kiss on Danny's neck, and that is it.
"OK, Mr. Handsy, you're done here," Steve grits out, prying the guy's grip off his... off of Danny.
Without something to hang on to he almost collapses onto the floor. Steve would be inclined to let him, except for how Danny's already glaring murderously at him, so instead he grabs The Jackass's shoulders and manhandles him over to a seat. "Stay."
"Enough with the caveman routine. You're embarrassing yourself," Danny snaps, stalking into his sorry excuse for a kitchen and setting the kettle to boil. "What, you think I'm gonna fall to my knees and blow him, right here in front of you?"
"Who, your old buddy?" Steve says pointedly. He is not the one peddling bullshit here.
Danny bangs around the kitchen, making coffee and muttering to himself. Steve keeps a sharp eye on Mr. Third Wheel, hoping the guy's not going to puke, or worse, cry.
"Danny," The Jackass whines. "Danny boy."
"Shut the hell up, Pauly. I'm busy, here."
He slumps down in his seat and finally the dick acknowledges that Steve’s in the room. He narrows his eyes and bobs his head, giving Steve a once-over. “You’re pretty.”
“He could snap you in half without breaking a sweat, you idiot,” Danny pipes up.
Steve’s momentarily appeased by the vote of confidence, so he just grins sharkishly. Pauly’s eyes bug out in fear and his mouth gapes open like a catfish (maybe the guy’s not a complete idiot) but Steve doesn’t get to enjoy it for long before Danny comes back and smacks him upside the head.
“Down, boy.”
After that there's an awkward, almost-completely silent standoff. The Jackass drinks his coffee, carefully avoiding making eye contact with Steve again; Steve keeps his eyes locked on him, ready to move if he puts his hands on Danny again; Danny hovers between them, muttering under his breath something about sleeping with fucking morons, and only leaves them unsupervised long enough to refill the Jackass's cup.
The Jackass: Danny's ex-boyfriend is in town and Steve gets jealous
The jackass's name is Pauly Melio, a buddy of Danny's from Jersey. He's visiting Hawaii with his wife and kids but that doesn't stop the guy from coming by Danny's shack uninvited in the middle of the night, drunk off his ass. The way he'd crashed around outside he's lucky Steve hadn't shot him. The familiar way Pauly The Jackass has his arm slung around Danny, Steve still might.
"S'not the same," he slurs, hauling Danny in close. "Miss you, Danny." Then he plants a sloppy kiss on Danny's neck, and that is it.
"OK, Mr. Handsy, you're done here," Steve grits out, prying the guy's grip off his... off of Danny.
Without something to hang on to he almost collapses onto the floor. Steve would be inclined to let him, except for how Danny's already glaring murderously at him, so instead he grabs The Jackass's shoulders and manhandles him over to a seat. "Stay."
"Enough with the caveman routine. You're embarrassing yourself," Danny snaps, stalking into his sorry excuse for a kitchen and setting the kettle to boil. "What, you think I'm gonna fall to my knees and blow him, right here in front of you?"
"Who, your old buddy?" Steve says pointedly. He is not the one peddling bullshit here.
Danny bangs around the kitchen, making coffee and muttering to himself. Steve keeps a sharp eye on Mr. Third Wheel, hoping the guy's not going to puke, or worse, cry.
"Danny," The Jackass whines. "Danny boy."
"Shut the hell up, Pauly. I'm busy, here."
He slumps down in his seat and finally the dick acknowledges that Steve’s in the room. He narrows his eyes and bobs his head, giving Steve a once-over. “You’re pretty.”
“He could snap you in half without breaking a sweat, you idiot,” Danny pipes up.
Steve’s momentarily appeased by the vote of confidence, so he just grins sharkishly. Pauly’s eyes bug out in fear and his mouth gapes open like a catfish (maybe the guy’s not a complete idiot) but Steve doesn’t get to enjoy it for long before Danny comes back and smacks him upside the head.
“Down, boy.”
After that there's an awkward, almost-completely silent standoff. The Jackass drinks his coffee, carefully avoiding making eye contact with Steve again; Steve keeps his eyes locked on him, ready to move if he puts his hands on Danny again; Danny hovers between them, muttering under his breath something about sleeping with fucking morons, and only leaves them unsupervised long enough to refill the Jackass's cup.