@lifesver says, " i need you . " / looks at him with big soft eyes
but they're not simple. nothing about them is simple.
danny's heart launches itself up into his throat and the instinct to flee feels like needles pinpricking beneath his skin. it's scary. scary in ways he's tried to avoid for as long as he can remember. scary in ways that has him crawling in his skin. scary, but he stays where he is. anchored by those soft eyes. anchored by the sweep of leland's impossibly long lashes. the jut of his lower lip, glistening from where danny had just kissed him seconds prior. there's a rawness in the air that feels tangible, but he's not quite sure where to grab to weather through it. it's overwhelming in all the best ways. all the ways that he's starved himself of for so long. how leland can stand there and look at him the way he is, like he sees bits and pieces of him that danny himself thought were dead and gone or lost or not good enough. leland sees them. but it's more than that. he sees them and he still wants him. still needs him. danny's breath leaves him in a weighted exhale, a chuckle that doesn't quite round out to a full laugh.
"... do you really?" he asks, nose brushing against leland's cheek before he's dipping in to kiss him again. leland's mouth opens for him and danny's obliging in the way he deepens the kiss. hands sweeping up leland's sides, arms winding around his waist to hold him close. he can feel leland's fingertips slip beneath the hem of his shirt and he groans softly into his mouth, nipping at his lip as he pulls away from him. they're moving, as one. both of them with the same thought, even as coherence seems to leave them in fraying ribbons.
need. want. he wants this. them. whatever this terrifying and real thing that's been happening between them.
"i need you, too," danny tells him. voice caught in the break between desire and vulnerability. he doesn't like needing anything. he doesn't like needing anyone. the way he needs leland has less to do with feeling the warmth of their skin press against one another, less to do with how he knows how leland tastes, what he sounds like when he's close. it has more to do with how he makes him feel outside of anything physical.
"need," he kisses him again, "all'a you. did'ja know that?"
knees bump against coffee table, shins knocking into furniture. danny's toeing off his shoes while he unbuttons all of the silly tedious buttons on leland's embroidered shirt. it's pretty. like him. a pastel blue with flowers at the shoulders.
they both had laughed about the rose on the ass of his pants that morning.
"dan," he hears leland start, a soft-set sort of sound that could be encouragement. he's sure it is, with the way leland's fingers abandon the shirt he helps danny take off and curl into danny's hair instead. danny's mouth finds his jaw. he kisses his beauty mark before he trails wet kisses along the sharp line, dipping lower to suck gently at his throat.
one of them whines and the other whimpers.
"i think i might need you more than you need me," danny teases, tongue lapping across the tender skin. a bruise will blossom in a few hours, but for now it's pink, a deepening shade to what already crawls in a blush across leland's cheeks.
objection is writ in the brown of leland's eyes but danny lifts him up before he can say anything. not to discourage him, but to move them to the couch.
it's a flurry of movement. elbows knocking the back of the couch. hair in one another's eyes. danny's arm gets caught in his own shirt, leland's hangs off one shoulder. undressing becomes a task that's filled with more quiet laughter. they both sound hoarse.
when leland finally settles in danny's lap, guiding danny inside, their skin pressed against one another, danny has to take a second to catch his breath. not because of how this feels, though that plays a factor, too. they've slept with one another before, but the light is slating through the open blinds and framing leland in a glow. the tv catching the reflection of both of them caught and tangled in this position. danny rolls his hips, fingers pressing gentle, adoring bruises to leland's thighs as he holds him steady.
his head falls back, mouth open.
murmurs, whispers, words caught in exaltation. danny's grin is a crooked washed out thing in the haze of leland's pleasure. he's beautiful when he lets himself go. when he rests his palms against danny's shoulders and takes the momentum danny starts, rolling into him. their chests pressed against one another, lips catching in a messy kiss, broken up by panting. by moans. by the fervent whisper of one another's names.
they've slept with one another before, but his heart feels like it might explode and he can't find a name for the sensation that starts at his chest and twists and turns and takes root, to spread with a searing warmth across the rest of his body. he has fucking butterflies when leland cups his face and they're there forehead to forehead. danny's hand moving along the sweaty dip of leland's spine, up higher to fist into his hair and keep him right there. close. as close as he can.
adore feels like such a paltry word for what this feels like.
and then he smiles at him, smiles at him and says his name and danny thinks it's over for him.
what a cliche moment to think you've died and this must be heaven.
he almost says it. the thought happens before he can process the meaning.
but they wouldn't be simple either.
love couldn't be this easy, could it?