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Bleary-eyed, Danny flapped a hand at the alarm clock, swatting until his fingertips reached the "off" button. Stretching, he grunted and then relaxed, staring up at the ceiling. If anyone had asked him if he thought he'd be getting up at eight in the morning on a Saturday, of all things, he'd have laughed in their face.
As it was, he was awake and it was Saturday and it was eight in the morning. Sighing heavily, he rolled from the bed and trudged into the bathroom to make himself look a bit more human. Once done, he tugged on a pair of well-worn sweatpants -- an old pair of Steve's -- and quietly went out into the hall.
He didn't wake up so early on a weekend because he wanted to; no, Danny Williams was awake at eight in the morning on a Saturday because if he didn't get up, his six-foot-super-SEAL would be left to his own devices, and that was never good.
At the moment, the aforementioned super SEAL -- or former super SEAL, Danny corrected himself -- didn't seem to be making much noise. Still sleeping, then.
Carefully making his way down the stairs in such a manner as to not creak the old boards, Danny padded his way down the hall of the addition to Steve's hallway. Listening at the door, he was surprised to hear soft murmurings. Curious, he let himself in, peering around the door.
Steve was laying in his bed, trusty stuffed elephant in one hand, Pop-eye figurine in the other. He was talking to them, moving them around; playing. Danny couldn't quite hear what he was saying, smiled to himself as he crept into the room.
"Hey babe," he called, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
Steve blinked at him before smiling that bright, sunny smile of his, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Danno," he replied, and Danny would never tire of just happy Steve was to see him every morning.
"Whatcha doin' there, huh? Playing with your guys?"
"My babies," Steve told him, squishing the toys together and clutching them to his chest, grinning. "I play my babies."
Danny grinned at him, moving out of the way as Steve wriggled into a sitting position. He was about to ask the other man what he wanted for breakfast when Steve interrupted him.
"Danno? Why my peepee get sticky-uppy?"
It was like his brain suddenly became a black hole, void of thought. The little voice in Danny's head was screaming bloody murder and running in little circles. Is this serious? he thought to himself, face frozen in a mask of shock as Steve patiently waited for his explanation.
"Is--why is-- I'm sorry, what?" he asked, trying to keep a smile on his face but failing. "Your what?"
"My peepee," Steve said, earnest. "My peepee sticky-uppy; why Danno?"
"Sticky-uppy," Danny muttered to himself, scrubbing at his face. "Um, well, you're a boy, and boys' peepees get, um, they... uh, they stick up because they're full of blood."
Steve's face went from earnestly curious to slightly horrified, and Danny shot out both hands to rest on Steve's shoulders, squeezing. "It's not a bad thing! That's just whats happening inside it, to make it stand up. It's a boy thing, it happens to all of us. Does... when have you noticed that it's standing up?"
Chewing on his bottom lip, Steve thought for a moment. "Morning time," he stated. "Before I go pee."
"Uh-huh, and does it go away after you use the bathroom?"
"Yeah, yeah Danno," Steve told him, smiling. "I pee and it not sticky-uppy."
"That's fine then, totally normal," Danny reassured him. Grinning, Steve scooted to the edge of the bed and levered himself up, trundling towards the bathroom. Danny waited until he was gone before flopping onto his back and letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
He couldn't think of a time when Steve had asked him about morning wood. Or anything to do with... that particular part of his anatomy. He hadn't noticed any morning wood, either, but it wasn't like he was looking for it, exactly.
Although now he probably would, at every opportunity.
Cursing, he forced himself to think unsexy thoughts so he wouldn't have his own sticky-uppy problem when Steve came back from the bathroom; the last thing he needed was to have a conversation about his own peepee.
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