Still shaking, feeling the chill building in the pit of his stomach, Mal tried to calm his nerves. He brought his hands up to cover Danny’s, reminding himself that he liked the way this body felt pressed up against him, he did. “Whatever you want, Sparky. Just let me—”
Free-falling, rollercoaster ride, gut-wrenching propulsion, and Mal was upstairs on the bed, an invisible body crawling over him, holding him down.
It wasn’t like his nightmares. It wasn’t like his nightmares
“Danny—”
“Maybe I’ll keep the suit on for a while. Take you apart just. Like. This.”
No. Mal felt the ice fighting to escape his palms. All he could see above him was the ceiling and the skyline of Olympus City, but he could feel the weight straddling him, the hands pinning him to the bed.
“Better than a blindfold, right?”
No, no, no.