Spider-Man/Iron Fist - "The Paint's Supposed To Go Where?"
“The paint’s supposed to go where?”
Danny gave him a faint smile, dipped his fingers into the paint and then wiped it across Peter’s face. “On our bodies.”
“And you want us to…”
“Fight,” Danny finished.
“Covered in body paint. To decorate your new bedroom. You do realise that’s not what it’s for, right? I mean, the decorating bit, sure, if you’re up for it, but it’s not fighting they’re implying.”
Danny gave him an innocent look. “It says it’s to make art with our bodies. What’s more artful than fighting?”
Peter opened his mouth and shut it again, not entirely sure if his boyfriend was being serious or not. “All the decorating tools in the world and you thought using your boyfriend’s body would be the best way to go.”
Danny gave him a smile. “We can just paint if you want.”
“No,” Peter said quickly. “It’s cute.” He flushed. “Well not cute, but it’s…very you.” Danny raised an eyebrow. “Thanks.” He took up one of the rollers and dipped it in paint. “Now take off your clothes.”