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FIC: Everybody was kung fu fighting (Steve/Danny, PG-13)

Title: Everybody was kung fu fighting
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating/content: PG-13 for language and mention of sex; no spoilers
Word count: ~500
Summary: AU. Steve and Danny are bartenders working their way through college.
A/N: Written for week three of the sd_ldws lightning round. The genre was high school/college AU, and the prompt was "kung fu." Word limit was 500. Thanks to aunt_agatha for her feedback! ♥ Modified a bit from the submitted version.

Also, I have all of these ideas that did not make it into the drabble because as usual I did not have enough words, so perhaps there will be an expanded, pornier version in the future? idk idk.


"If that guy plays Kung Fu Fighting one more time, I'm gonna snap his neck like a twig."

Steve follows Danny's gaze to a group of college students feeding quarters into the jukebox. A couple are practicing kung fu on each other. All of them are drunk.

"It's kinda catchy."

"Yeah, catchy like mono," says Danny, tossing a dirty rag under the bar.

Steve watches them as he dries a martini glass. "I think that guy's in my econ class."

"Go introduce yourself," Danny suggests. "Show him some real kung fu."

"I've never actually studied kung fu," says Steve.

"Ju-Jitsu then."


Danny grabs the mop resting against the bar. "Then why don't you go shove this down his throat?"

Steve nods, considering. "I could do that."

Danny sighs. "Even I could do that."

"Probably shouldn't though. They are paying customers."

"They haven't tipped all night."


Danny glances around to make sure no one's listening. "So, uh...Meka's at his girlfriend's tonight."

Steve nods. "Want me to come over and teach you my kung fu moves?"

Danny snorts. "Yes, please."

Steve smirks and is about to say something else when one of the drunk guys approaches the bar holding up a one dollar bill. "Hey, you have change?" he says. "The jukebox doesn't take bills."

Danny looks like he wants to break a glass over the guy's head, so Steve says, "Yeah, I've got it." He scoops a handful of coins from the cash register and hands them over.

"Thanks, man."

Danny glares at Steve as the guy leaves. "What'd you do that for?"

Steve shrugs. "They're Canadian quarters. They won't work."

Danny grins. "You know, sometimes it's good having you around, and not just 'cause you do my Spanish homework."

Steve lifts his eyebrows. "Are you actually appreciating me?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."


Danny falls back against the pillow, trying to catch his breath. "Okay, I guess I appreciate you a little bit."

Steve grins and tosses the condom into the wastebasket. "So I'm good for something, huh?"

"A few things. Try not to get a big head about it."

Steve lies back and looks over at Danny, who's already half asleep. "Hey."


Steve licks his lips. "You, uh...ever think about moving in together after graduation?"

Danny shifts but doesn't open his eyes. "Why can't you be like everyone else and just fall asleep after sex?"

"Guess that's a no."

"It's not a no, it's a 'shut up and we'll talk about it later'."

Steve rolls over onto his back and looks up at the ceiling. Danny's breathing grows shallow.

"Everybody was kung fu fighting..."

Danny groans. "Jesus, Steve."

"Those kicks were fast as lightning..."

"I'm going to kick you if you don't shut up."

"In fact, it was a little bit frightening..."

"Right in the nuts."

"They fought with expert timing..."

"Fine, I'll move in with you. Asshole."

Steve grins. "Guess I really do have to help you pass Spanish now."
Tags: fic, fic: h50, pairing: steve/danny
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