It takes far less time to fall asleep than Steve thought it would; for all he's pretty much convinced he's going to end up getting slugged when he wakes up for something he's said in his sleep, he has spent the last unthinkable amount of time awake and stuffed into a rental car, and there's only so long he can keep himself awake in the dark.
It's still dark when he wakes up. He's rolled a little in his sleep, onto his back, and he realises kind of quickly that he's woken up because Danny, in his sleep, had flopped completely away from the edge of the bed. In fact, he's now sort-of draped across Steve's body; his head is on the pillow next to Steve's shoulder, and Steve can feel each exhalation of breath against his neck. Danny's nearest arm is kind of haphazardly tossed across Steve's chest, and one leg is draped across Steve's nearest leg, with Danny's foot tucked beneath Steve's other leg.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Danny's a closet cuddler, and fuck the car, this is hell right here, Danny wrapped around him in bed, totally unaware of what he's doing.
Steve wonders what his plan should be. Should he pretend to wake up loudly, which would wake Danny up and give him the chance to pull away before Steve 'woke up' all the way> Or maybe he could extricate himself slowly, carefully, and stomp his way into the bathroom and hope Danny woke up and got the fuck back on his own side of the bed by the time Steve came back out.
Danny shifts against him as he's wondering what the best course of action would be, and his head curves a little, until his lips are barely an inch from Steve's shoulder. He lets out a loud breath and Steve stays very, very still as Danny, still dead asleep, very clearly says, "Steve."
And suddenly, there's option three, waking Danny up and asking what the fuck, but Danny shifts even closer and holy fuck, there's nothing in Danny's pockets, those pants don't even have pockets so that's definitely Danny's cock against his side, and he's absolutely breathing Steve's name out again as he moves his hips. And then he's making this hitching sound in the back of his throat as he bumps Steve's side again, and Steve's going for option three.
"Danny," he tries, and he's kind of glad Danny's not awake to hear how that sounded, like Steve's already wrecked, Jesus. He clears his throat and turns his face towards Danny's as he tries again. "Danny."
Blue eyes flick open a scant few inches from his own, and Steve can see Danny processing very, very quickly as he freezes, then rolls as fast as Steve's ever seen him move to the other side of the bed.
"Danny-"
"I'll go sleep in the car," Danny says, and his voice is totally, completely flat. "I'm sorry. Just - give me a second-"
NSFW, Re: In which Danny and Steve share a bed because it's essential to the motherfucking plot
It's still dark when he wakes up. He's rolled a little in his sleep, onto his back, and he realises kind of quickly that he's woken up because Danny, in his sleep, had flopped completely away from the edge of the bed. In fact, he's now sort-of draped across Steve's body; his head is on the pillow next to Steve's shoulder, and Steve can feel each exhalation of breath against his neck. Danny's nearest arm is kind of haphazardly tossed across Steve's chest, and one leg is draped across Steve's nearest leg, with Danny's foot tucked beneath Steve's other leg.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Danny's a closet cuddler, and fuck the car, this is hell right here, Danny wrapped around him in bed, totally unaware of what he's doing.
Steve wonders what his plan should be. Should he pretend to wake up loudly, which would wake Danny up and give him the chance to pull away before Steve 'woke up' all the way> Or maybe he could extricate himself slowly, carefully, and stomp his way into the bathroom and hope Danny woke up and got the fuck back on his own side of the bed by the time Steve came back out.
Danny shifts against him as he's wondering what the best course of action would be, and his head curves a little, until his lips are barely an inch from Steve's shoulder. He lets out a loud breath and Steve stays very, very still as Danny, still dead asleep, very clearly says, "Steve."
And suddenly, there's option three, waking Danny up and asking what the fuck, but Danny shifts even closer and holy fuck, there's nothing in Danny's pockets, those pants don't even have pockets so that's definitely Danny's cock against his side, and he's absolutely breathing Steve's name out again as he moves his hips. And then he's making this hitching sound in the back of his throat as he bumps Steve's side again, and Steve's going for option three.
"Danny," he tries, and he's kind of glad Danny's not awake to hear how that sounded, like Steve's already wrecked, Jesus. He clears his throat and turns his face towards Danny's as he tries again. "Danny."
Blue eyes flick open a scant few inches from his own, and Steve can see Danny processing very, very quickly as he freezes, then rolls as fast as Steve's ever seen him move to the other side of the bed.
"Danny-"
"I'll go sleep in the car," Danny says, and his voice is totally, completely flat. "I'm sorry. Just - give me a second-"