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schmericaThis was supposed to be porn for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_aerye_, but ... it's, uh, not. Sorry! There is nakedness, though. And a bed. And Duck/Dan.
*****
Duck's bed is smaller than Dan is used to. He and Val had always had a king-sized bed, big enough for each of them to have their own space to sleep, so Dan's not used to being this close to another body. When Duck's hand rests on his hip in the middle of the night, Dan's still half-asleep, and he jerks away without thinking and ends up rolling off the bed onto the floor.
The crash wakes both of them up completely. Duck's blinking at him as Dan manages to get himself to his feet, feeling stupid. Duck has a straight face, but his eyes look amused.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, fine," Dan says awkwardly. He gets back into the bed, rearranging the sheets around both of them and closing his eyes.
After a minute, he reaches back for Duck's hand and sets it on his hip again. Duck's hand is warm and dry and callused, firm with its grip on Dan's skin. Dan likes Duck's hands. Duck's good with them. Sometimes Dan watches Duck work, watches him fiddling around with things, watches his hands with his brushes and his tools, and thinks about his hands on Dan's jaw, or in Dan's hair, or holding Dan's hands.
Duck presses his lips lightly against Dan's neck for a moment. "Just because of earlier-- You don't have to--" he says.
"I want you to," Dan says, because if there's one thing almost dying taught him, it's this. Dan should be dead, but he's not. He's alive, and the world is here, and this is what he wants. He rolls over to face Duck. Duck's face is serious and solemn and kind. Dan smiles at him, feeling a little shy and a little giddy. "I want to," he says, and he places his hand over Duck's chest and leans in closer to kiss him.
_aerye_, but ... it's, uh, not. Sorry! There is nakedness, though. And a bed. And Duck/Dan.*****
Duck's bed is smaller than Dan is used to. He and Val had always had a king-sized bed, big enough for each of them to have their own space to sleep, so Dan's not used to being this close to another body. When Duck's hand rests on his hip in the middle of the night, Dan's still half-asleep, and he jerks away without thinking and ends up rolling off the bed onto the floor.
The crash wakes both of them up completely. Duck's blinking at him as Dan manages to get himself to his feet, feeling stupid. Duck has a straight face, but his eyes look amused.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, fine," Dan says awkwardly. He gets back into the bed, rearranging the sheets around both of them and closing his eyes.
After a minute, he reaches back for Duck's hand and sets it on his hip again. Duck's hand is warm and dry and callused, firm with its grip on Dan's skin. Dan likes Duck's hands. Duck's good with them. Sometimes Dan watches Duck work, watches him fiddling around with things, watches his hands with his brushes and his tools, and thinks about his hands on Dan's jaw, or in Dan's hair, or holding Dan's hands.
Duck presses his lips lightly against Dan's neck for a moment. "Just because of earlier-- You don't have to--" he says.
"I want you to," Dan says, because if there's one thing almost dying taught him, it's this. Dan should be dead, but he's not. He's alive, and the world is here, and this is what he wants. He rolls over to face Duck. Duck's face is serious and solemn and kind. Dan smiles at him, feeling a little shy and a little giddy. "I want to," he says, and he places his hand over Duck's chest and leans in closer to kiss him.
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