Steve has many annoying quirks. Given the smallest opportunity, Danny will elaborate on them at length to anybody who asks - and even to those who don’t if he’s feeling particularly spirited.
The truth is, though, that Steve is as endearing as hell. He’s loveable, loving, a jumbled up mess of vulnerable badass sweetheart, and Danny loves him deeply.
He’s also a complete and total goof in bed. Oh, he’s great in bed - they’re great in bed, thank you very much - but once the show’s over, he turns into a hilarious lump of limbs, pleased as punch to be naked and satisfied. He loves a good snuggle, and, really, Danny is more than happy to oblige.
“You’re a goof,” he says, smiling when Steve draws him in, closer, tighter, warmer. Oh yeah. This is some tip-top snuggling, this is.
“I’m a goof?” Steve harrumphs, stretches out a kink in his back before relaxing back into the mattress. “I’m not the one who told Charlie about my time-outs.”
“Hey! It’s not like I gave him specifics. What do you take me for?”
Danny rolls his eyes. “Still, nothing. I made it sound like I put you in a cardboard box in the corner for 30 minutes, not that I-”
“-strip me naked in 5 seconds flat? Have your wicked way with me? Cunningly use to your advantage the fact that I like a good catnap after sex, and if I’m asleep then I can’t be blowing anything up?”
“Well I don’t see you complaining,” Danny responds, poking a finger into Steve’s side.
Steve captures the finger, lifts it up for a kiss. “Of course not. I love my time-outs.”