It’s like a cold fish between the eyes, when Danny finally realises what he’s been doing. He’s been using Steve simply for his own pleasure, with no thought to the other man at all. All his fantasies of sun, sea and Steve situated happily between his legs are just that – fantasies. Stupid, endorphin-induced fantasies brought about by the rush of a truly cosmic orgasm.
It’s not fair to Steve, or their friendship, their partnership, to continue to use Steve in this manner. He has to stop it now, before it’s too late. He knows it’s the right thing to do.
He doesn’t see Steve crumble like rotten elastic behind him.