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delicataleSo, have at it, a tease of the fic I have been working on. Very AU, Danny-as-a-boxer and Steve as a SEAL story. Feel free to nitpick and tell how AWFUL IT IS. Feel free to tell me what you get of the story as well with those little bits!
November 2005
Shaking himself out of the moment, Steve coughs lightly, not surprised when the man jumps a little, wrapping an arm around the punching bag to stop its movements as he turns around, striking blue eyes meeting Steve’s. He’s got one of those faces that people remember - not that Steve ever forgets a face - with a sharp jaw and a three day old stubble that still look blond, the hairs catching the artificial light when he moves. He looks strong and tough, raised in the unforgiving streets of New Jersey, but his eyes are soft, gentle.
“We’re closed.”
“Look, I’m sorry - the door was open and, to be honest, I’m dying for a workout. It’s been a long day.”
“It’s half past 9 in the morning.”
The guy raises an eyebrow, apparently not crazily impressed by Steve’s charm on full power. Steve grins, a little crooked.
“Yeah, I know.”
They gauge each other for a while longer, Steve trying to express as much as he can how harmless he is with his body, relaxing his muscles and opening his eyes, smiling - not too much, not smugly. He’s not harmless at all and he very well knows, but it doesn’t mean this particular man has to know this. He just wants to be allowed to punch a bag for an hour or two.
After a minute of complete silence, the guy seems to deflate, and motions around the room with his hand.
“Fine. Do you have any gear? We have some gloves lying around, they’re not going to be very clean but -”
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“You can stay for as long as you like, that’s not the problem, Steve, but I will not let someone get injured on my grounds, you hear? You think I haven’t seen through you yet? All dark, tall and handsome that you are, you’re not invincible, and not wearing gloves is just reckless and stupid. What if you broke a knuckle, huh?”
Danny starts talking while looking through a locker, coming out with a first aid kit that has seen better days. Steve had seen the gloves on someone younger than him earlier and what was he to do? He knew it wasn’t really health and safety, and an injury now could compromise his next mission, but he knew his limits, he knew his body. Not that he could explain that to Danny.
“Sorry -”
“You say that a lot. Quiet now, and sit still.”
Steve’s breath goes slow and cautious when Danny kneels in front of him, between his open legs, fingers digging into Steve’s knee for balance. Skin to skin contact makes Steve dry-swallow, but he tries his best to keep his face expressionless - he pushes the sensations and feelings deep inside his brain, locking a door over them; They break through when Danny grabs his right hand, though, flooding Steve as he looks at Danny looking at his bruised knuckles.
“It’s nothing, Danny.”
Steve’s voice is much less assured than he wishes it to be, and he’s definitely not imagining Danny’s thumb grazing the inside of his palm as he dabs a cotton bud drenched with alcohol over the small cuts. Danny is decidedly not looking at Steve, which tells Steve more than he even needs to know. He smiles, softly, balling his free hand into a fist to keep himself from reaching out and trace the outer shell of Danny’s ear with his index, let it travel down along his jaw, pull his face up.
“Where did you learn all these things you tell the kids? The kickboxing shit? The thai boxing?”
“Oh, you know. Been places, met people. I’ve always liked sparring, so. I can stop, if you want.”
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September 2006
“I didn’t handle it right last year.”
He’s got more to say, but it all dies in his throat when Danny snorts, his hands grabbing Steve’s clothes even tighter now, as if he’s not sure whether to pull or push. Steve wants to arch into Danny so badly it’s making his hands tremble.
“That’s an understatement, considering all you had to do was to say ‘oh, by the way, I have to take off now, was fun, nice to meet you, bye’.”
“Well I’m back now -”
“For how long, huh?”
Steve takes a shaking breath, knowing exactly how long he’s got before he’s needed back on base, but not willing to give Danny the time frame. If he doesn’t think about it and pretends he doesn’t know, if he doesn’t tell Danny, then he can try to make those few days longer than they actually are.
“Long enough.”
Danny opens his mouth, probably another biting remark on the tip of his tongue, but Steve doesn’t give him the opportunity, kissing him before any sound can come out. It’s nothing soft but it’s pleading, Steve begging with his body for Danny to give in, pressing himself to Danny and grabbing his hips, pulling him forward until their bodies are touching from knees to chest.
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Once in position, Steve locks his ankles together and pulls up, exhaling once he’s looking at the inside of his forearms, inhaling when he’s stretched out again. It burns, in - almost - the best way possible, and Steve focuses on the feeling of his shoulder and back muscles moving as he pulls himself again, sweat rolling down along his temple to lose itself in his stubble. He goes on, inhale, exhale, muscles rolling and stretching and pulling, a groan escaping him when he bends his knees, bringing them close to his chest.
“My God, what is the matter with you, Steve?”
He’s just counted 15 when Danny’s voice resonates in the room, and Steve hangs there for a second, wishing he’d decided to face the bed, and not away from it. Danny’s words are laced with sleep and amusement, and Steve gives up on the remaining 5 pull-ups he’s supposed to do, letting go of the beam and falling back to the floor as gracefully as he can make it. He rolls his shoulders and neck a few times before turning around, his eyes meeting Danny’s.
“Morning.”
Danny licks his lips, his eyes traveling over Steve’s body, a little heavy, and Steve feels under pressure, biting the inside of his lip as he reaches for the stack of towels on the chair next to the TV, running one over his face.
“Do you really do this every morning?”
“Wakes me up.”
“No, no, a shower wakes you up, a good cup of coffee wakes you up, a blowjob wakes you up, pull-ups, however, are a form of masochism that are not considered a proper wake up call.”
THERE.
November 2005
Shaking himself out of the moment, Steve coughs lightly, not surprised when the man jumps a little, wrapping an arm around the punching bag to stop its movements as he turns around, striking blue eyes meeting Steve’s. He’s got one of those faces that people remember - not that Steve ever forgets a face - with a sharp jaw and a three day old stubble that still look blond, the hairs catching the artificial light when he moves. He looks strong and tough, raised in the unforgiving streets of New Jersey, but his eyes are soft, gentle.
“We’re closed.”
“Look, I’m sorry - the door was open and, to be honest, I’m dying for a workout. It’s been a long day.”
“It’s half past 9 in the morning.”
The guy raises an eyebrow, apparently not crazily impressed by Steve’s charm on full power. Steve grins, a little crooked.
“Yeah, I know.”
They gauge each other for a while longer, Steve trying to express as much as he can how harmless he is with his body, relaxing his muscles and opening his eyes, smiling - not too much, not smugly. He’s not harmless at all and he very well knows, but it doesn’t mean this particular man has to know this. He just wants to be allowed to punch a bag for an hour or two.
After a minute of complete silence, the guy seems to deflate, and motions around the room with his hand.
“Fine. Do you have any gear? We have some gloves lying around, they’re not going to be very clean but -”
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“You can stay for as long as you like, that’s not the problem, Steve, but I will not let someone get injured on my grounds, you hear? You think I haven’t seen through you yet? All dark, tall and handsome that you are, you’re not invincible, and not wearing gloves is just reckless and stupid. What if you broke a knuckle, huh?”
Danny starts talking while looking through a locker, coming out with a first aid kit that has seen better days. Steve had seen the gloves on someone younger than him earlier and what was he to do? He knew it wasn’t really health and safety, and an injury now could compromise his next mission, but he knew his limits, he knew his body. Not that he could explain that to Danny.
“Sorry -”
“You say that a lot. Quiet now, and sit still.”
Steve’s breath goes slow and cautious when Danny kneels in front of him, between his open legs, fingers digging into Steve’s knee for balance. Skin to skin contact makes Steve dry-swallow, but he tries his best to keep his face expressionless - he pushes the sensations and feelings deep inside his brain, locking a door over them; They break through when Danny grabs his right hand, though, flooding Steve as he looks at Danny looking at his bruised knuckles.
“It’s nothing, Danny.”
Steve’s voice is much less assured than he wishes it to be, and he’s definitely not imagining Danny’s thumb grazing the inside of his palm as he dabs a cotton bud drenched with alcohol over the small cuts. Danny is decidedly not looking at Steve, which tells Steve more than he even needs to know. He smiles, softly, balling his free hand into a fist to keep himself from reaching out and trace the outer shell of Danny’s ear with his index, let it travel down along his jaw, pull his face up.
“Where did you learn all these things you tell the kids? The kickboxing shit? The thai boxing?”
“Oh, you know. Been places, met people. I’ve always liked sparring, so. I can stop, if you want.”
-----
September 2006
“I didn’t handle it right last year.”
He’s got more to say, but it all dies in his throat when Danny snorts, his hands grabbing Steve’s clothes even tighter now, as if he’s not sure whether to pull or push. Steve wants to arch into Danny so badly it’s making his hands tremble.
“That’s an understatement, considering all you had to do was to say ‘oh, by the way, I have to take off now, was fun, nice to meet you, bye’.”
“Well I’m back now -”
“For how long, huh?”
Steve takes a shaking breath, knowing exactly how long he’s got before he’s needed back on base, but not willing to give Danny the time frame. If he doesn’t think about it and pretends he doesn’t know, if he doesn’t tell Danny, then he can try to make those few days longer than they actually are.
“Long enough.”
Danny opens his mouth, probably another biting remark on the tip of his tongue, but Steve doesn’t give him the opportunity, kissing him before any sound can come out. It’s nothing soft but it’s pleading, Steve begging with his body for Danny to give in, pressing himself to Danny and grabbing his hips, pulling him forward until their bodies are touching from knees to chest.
-----
Once in position, Steve locks his ankles together and pulls up, exhaling once he’s looking at the inside of his forearms, inhaling when he’s stretched out again. It burns, in - almost - the best way possible, and Steve focuses on the feeling of his shoulder and back muscles moving as he pulls himself again, sweat rolling down along his temple to lose itself in his stubble. He goes on, inhale, exhale, muscles rolling and stretching and pulling, a groan escaping him when he bends his knees, bringing them close to his chest.
“My God, what is the matter with you, Steve?”
He’s just counted 15 when Danny’s voice resonates in the room, and Steve hangs there for a second, wishing he’d decided to face the bed, and not away from it. Danny’s words are laced with sleep and amusement, and Steve gives up on the remaining 5 pull-ups he’s supposed to do, letting go of the beam and falling back to the floor as gracefully as he can make it. He rolls his shoulders and neck a few times before turning around, his eyes meeting Danny’s.
“Morning.”
Danny licks his lips, his eyes traveling over Steve’s body, a little heavy, and Steve feels under pressure, biting the inside of his lip as he reaches for the stack of towels on the chair next to the TV, running one over his face.
“Do you really do this every morning?”
“Wakes me up.”
“No, no, a shower wakes you up, a good cup of coffee wakes you up, a blowjob wakes you up, pull-ups, however, are a form of masochism that are not considered a proper wake up call.”
THERE.
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Date: 2011-05-25 06:27 pm (UTC)Why were you so worried about this! Its fabulous as always!
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Date: 2011-05-25 06:29 pm (UTC)liking it so far; there is more, right?
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Date: 2011-05-25 06:47 pm (UTC)Yes, there is more. And there will be much more! 8000 words as to know, and it's only fairly the beginning.
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:07 pm (UTC)I AWAIT IT WITH BATED BREATH.
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:09 pm (UTC)And I'm terribly envious of your ability to write long juicy fic in this fandom. I can't quite seem to wrap my mind around writing something long and plotty, at least not yet.
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Date: 2011-05-25 06:57 pm (UTC)ANYWAY, this is not at all awful and I would love to read more of it when you post it. And may I just say, I adore your Danny voice. He's so recognizable, even in such different circumstances. <3
Lastly, for a bit of nit-picking, it took me months when I lived in the UK to figure out that "half nine" meant 9:30 and not 8:30. LOL I WISH I WERE KIDDING.
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:01 pm (UTC)God I am so worried about my Danny voice always.
Oooooh how does half nine being 8:30 make any sense? OH YOU AMERICANS. ::hands: Do I have to put half past 9?
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:05 pm (UTC)Yes, you do. I was a bit confused there, to be honest. :D
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:26 pm (UTC)You can stop your worrying right now, your Danny voice is amazing I tell you.
Don't look at me, I'm French-born! lol. I don't know, I studied German for a while and "halb neun" meant 8:30. I think I'd suggest having Danny just say "9:30," as I've rarely heard "half past" in America either. Though I bet it's one of those things that's mostly region-based, and I've only ever spent time in Jersey on layovers, so you can take that with a grain of salt.
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Date: 2011-05-26 12:27 pm (UTC)Hey, I'm French-born too! GASP!
If it gets much longer, as I think it might do, I'll have my usual beta look it over and hopefully as well, someone that is from the US and can iron those little kinks out for me, because
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:08 pm (UTC)I would be interested to know just how much Danny sees through Steve's little 'I'm harmless' act when they first meet. And I think you're getting Danny's bluster and rhythm down pretty well!
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:11 pm (UTC)I'm glad you think so! It always makes me go 'errr is that right'.
AND NOW I SHALL READ YOURS SORRY I DIDN'T YET I CAME HOME FROM WORK AND I HAD TO TIDY THE HOUSE.
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:15 pm (UTC)AND NO WORRIES! I've had to pause in the writing to do some time on the online course I'm starting this week. :)
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Date: 2011-05-25 10:56 pm (UTC)I LOVE the part with Danny cleaning Steve's cuts, that was a very powerful visual and emotional punch.
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Date: 2011-05-28 10:36 am (UTC)What are you planning, exactly? I mean, do you have a vague concept of word count, of how far along you are?
I must also say that your Steve kind of reminds me of movie!Sherlock Holmes and his addiction and reasons for boxing. Which is not a bad thing, mind you! It could actually work really well, I think!
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Date: 2011-05-28 10:59 am (UTC)We don't actually see much more of Steve boxing as it is now - I am planning on having more though, I really want to write a sparring scene between the two of them but I need to research on terms first XD.