He doesn't exactly know how they ended up like this. Well, that's not true. He can think back, retrace his steps if he really wanted to. The problem – or upside, in his case – is that he doesn't want to.
He ends up chocking it up to the rush of adrenalin anyway. They were still high with it after the bust and after finding the missing girl alive – tortured, but alive. But the adrenalin had to go somewhere, and the sexual tension had been building between them – both of them had to have felt it – and they ended up just snapping.
"Steve," he murmurs, half-moaning into the other man's mouth. The SEAL answers by gnawing on his bottom lip, soothing over the sore with a swipe of his tongue. "Shouldn't we-"
"Yeah," comes the response, and Danny laughs, because they're both on the same page, like they've always been. "Your place or mine?"
Danny doesn't respond, can't respond, because Steve's tongue is back inside of his mouth, tracing over his teeth and just generally mapping out the area. He pushes against the SEAL's broad shoulders, just enough to break the kiss and leave a minute amount of space between them. "Well? Your place or mine?"
"I'm the one that asked you," he points out. "But, my place is cleaner."
Smirking, because he knows Steve has this thing about germs, Danny says, "Yeah, but, my place is closer."
He's got Steve beat, and he can tell because Steve's shoulders are sagging just the smallest bit. "Your place it is, then."
They arrive at Danny's shithole apartment in two minutes and forty-six seconds – a new record – and then they're inside. Steve pushes him up against the wall, holding him up with strong arms – impossibly strong arms – and his feet are dangling, hovering a few inches above the floor.
"Steve," he gasps, and then there are fingers in his hair, a tongue in his mouth, and he loses all control over his higher brain function; he fists his hands in the thin fabric of Steve's shirt and is silently thankful that he himself hadn't bothered with a tie this morning.
Suddenly the solid body in front of him is gone, and so is the warmth, leaving him trying not to fall flat on his face as his feet hit the ground again. Then is whole world is being turned upside-down – literally – as Steve tosses him bodily onto the bed. He's dizzy and tries to get his eyes to focus once again, but he's having trouble with that, too, because then there are hot hands on his skin, lips sucking on the side of his neck, and he has no option but to just go with it.
"Danny." His name is a breathless sigh on Steve's lips as that mouth trails lower to his collarbone. Then the shirt he's wearing is in the way and he hears rather than feels it being ripped apart at the seams.
"Hey! That was my-"
"I'll buy you another."
Then the lips are making their way down his chest, sucking small kisses into his skin and lavishing attention on both nipples. Danny arches his back off the bed, pushing into the hands caressing his thighs.
Things are frenzied after that, neither one of them willing – or wanting – to drag this out any longer. Hell, it's already been a year and a half of dancing around one another; all of their banter might as well have been considered foreplay. Steve's hands undo his belt, pull down his zip, and push his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, releasing his cock, already hard and leaking.
Danny licks his lips, watching as Steve does the same, before the SEAL is leaning forward. He kisses the tip then opens his mouth and sucks lightly on the head. It's driving Danny insane, so he grabs Steve's head and pushes him down; he's glad that Steve's apparently also fed up with the teasing because he just opens his mouth and takes Danny's erection in as far as his throat will allow.
It's enough for Danny, though, who groans and throws his head back against the pillows. He wants to watch it, wants to lean forward and watch as his dick slides in and out of Steve's perfect mouth, but he can't, he just can't. The sensations are already too much for him to handle and he comes to find out that months of forced celibacy have an adverse effect on the human body, because he's tapping on Steve's shoulder to warn him of his impending orgasm. Steve doesn't relent; in fact, he goes at it harder, applying pressure with his tongue in all the right places and suctioning as he pulls up.
Danny comes with a loud groan, fisting the sheets in his hands and pulling; he can vaguely hear Steve chuckling through the dull roar in his ears and he opens his eyes to see the SEAL wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I suppose you want a turn now?" he asks once he finds his voice.
Steve shrugs and lies down next to him; his pants are still bunched around his legs but he can't find the strength to either shimmy out of them or pull them up so they stay where they are. "I can wait," he says, but Danny can feel his clothed erection against his leg. "Besides, we don't have to be to work tomorrow morning."
"Says who?" Danny demands.
"Says me. Which means we have," he checks his watch for added effect, "all night."
"'All night'," echoes Danny. "I like the sound of that."
Smiling, Steve draws him into a kiss and says, "I thought you would."