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“Hey, hey, hey,” Chin said loudly, holding his beer in the air. “Quiet down you crazy people, I’m trying to say something.”
Danny was currently rolling his eyes as Kono and Steve were having a spirited discussion about some surfer or some wave or something—he had tried to stop paying attention a few minutes ago, but it was difficult when said discussion was happening over you.
Danny used his hands to push Steve and Kono back more fully into their seats on either side of him and gestured gallantly toward Chin. “Ignore these animals. Please continue.”
“I just wanted to say—today was a great day. This is why we do what we do. Cheers,” Chin said, lifting his beer. All their glasses clinked noisily, and there were smiles all around.
The past several days had been occupied by a complex kidnapping case, but today they’d finally caught a break and this afternoon all of the children had been returned to their parents, safe and sound and uninjured. They were all likewise uninjured, save for the small butterfly bandage above Steve’s right eye.
Currently, the four of them were squeezed into a small corner booth tucked away in the back corner of the bar. Steve was pressed right up against Danny, his left arm resting halfway on the back of the booth and halfway on Danny’s shoulders. Perhaps the booth wasn't quite so cramped for that to be necessary, but hey. Danny certainly wasn’t complaining.
“Okay, I’m gonna go settle up,” Chin said, scooting out of the booth and heading toward the bar.
“Yeah, and I’m going to go get that guy’s number,” Kono said with a grin, gesturing with her head to a blonde guy sitting at the end of the bar.
Danny laughed and shook his head, giving her a smirk and a nod. A moment later, after the cousins had left the table, he felt Steve’s arm drop fully onto his shoulders.
“C’mon, Danno, back to my place for one more beer?” Steve said lowly, dipping his head just a bit to speak right into Danny’s ear. He sounded casual, but Danny knew better—casual Steve equaled dangerous Steve.
Danny closed his eyes for a second, desperately wanting this to finally mean what he thinks it might mean, and then turned his head to look up at Steve. Oh. Well, fuck. Steve’s eyes were dark—impossible to tell what color they were in the dark shadows of the bar—and his face was serious, far more serious than a simple “beers back at my place” question really warranted.
Danny shuddered a little, completely involuntarily, and saw the corner of Steve’s mouth quirk up just a bit. Shit, way to lay his cards out on the table.
“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat and reaching to take a sip of his beer. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
He didn't get a response other than feeling Steve shift, if it were possible, just that little bit closer toward him.
“Okay, we’re all taken care of,” Chin said suddenly, unwittingly breaking the tension of the moment. “I’m heading out. What about you two?”
“We’ll take a cab,” Steve said smoothly. “Kono?”
Chin smirked and tilted his head toward the bar. She was deep in conversation with the blonde guy and had her head thrown back in laughter. “Think she has this handled, brah.”
Steve chuckled and untangled himself from Danny, pulling himself around and out of the booth. Once he stood fully, he clapped Chin on the shoulder. “Nice work today, brah. Have a good weekend.”
He nodded and smiled. “Right back atcha. See you guys on Monday.”
Chin headed toward the door as Danny extricated himself from the booth and stood next to Steve.
“I gotta go hit the head,” Steve said, tapping the back of his hand against Danny’s chest. “Go grab a cab and meet me in front?”
Danny simply nodded, not quite trusting himself to open his mouth. He started toward the front, stopping to poke Kono in the side and give her a smile and a wave when she squawked.
He pushed open the heavy bar door, taking a grateful breath of fresh air. Stepping closer to the curb, he waved down a cab and held the door open, waiting for Steve. When he saw him emerge from the bar, Danny ducked his head and got in the cab. Moments later, Steve got in next to him and gave his address to the driver.
The short drive back to Steve’s place wasn’t as awkward as Danny had feared. Actually, it didn’t feel too different than any normal night, a comforting mix of small talk about the case and comfortable silences. Though Danny did take a few extra deep breaths, which garnered him a probing look from Steve. And was Steve’s hand usually so close to Danny’s thigh?
All too soon for Danny’s nerves, the cab turned onto Steve’s street. They clambered out of the cab, and Danny's eyes widened as Steve dug around in his pocket for his wallet. Miraculously, he found it and paid their cab driver.
As they walked toward the house, Danny reached out to grab onto Steve's arm.
"Whoa, babe, how much did you have to drink?" Danny asked, trying for serious but knowing that his eyes were giving him away. "You just paid for something one, voluntarily, and two, with no bitching."
Steve smiled, rolled his eyes, and pushed the door open with a flourish, gesturing for Danny to go ahead of him. "Very funny. I could tell you were keeping track—I had two beers, same as you."
Danny just shrugged and stuck his lower lip out a bit. So maybe he lives in a state of continued optimism about this, this thing between them ever coming to fruition. And over his dead body are they doing it while drunk. Nope, just in case he only gets one chance, Danny wants to remember every single minute, thanks very much.
Steve reset the alarm, the shrill beep of the buttons sounding harsh and way too loud in the quiet house. Everything just felt different. The air seemed stiller, somehow, and was infused with some kind of electricity between the two of them.
“C’mon,” Steve said quietly, touching Danny’s arm. “Beers, outside, let’s go.”
He walked toward the kitchen, leaving Danny to take one last deep breath, tilt his head a little to study Steve’s ass in those jeans, and follow.
He made his way outside to see Steve already seated in one of the chairs, two beers in hand. After Danny sat down, Steve popped the tops off and handed one to him, clinking the necks together as he did so.
"What are we drinking to?" Danny asked, pausing with the bottle up to his lips.
Steve gave him a long look, followed by a half-smirk before tilting his bottle up and taking a deep swallow. Danny decidedly did not look at Steve's throat, deciding instead to close his eyes and attempt to not choke on his beer.
The ocean was barely visible in the dark, but he could hear the waves crashing and dare he say it was soothing? Maybe just a little. But with Commander Crazypants lounging and looming over there, his face shrouded by shadows, Danny would take any kind of soothing he could get.
“So,” Danny started.
“So,” Steve parroted, fidgeting a little bit in his chair. Danny glanced at him and was surprised to see a mix of apprehension, anticipation, and maybe even a little bit of fear on Steve’s face. As expressive as Steve’s face was, he wasn't used to seeing such uneasiness. As if Danny wasn’t all-in, as if they hadn’t been building to this very moment for years. Sure, Danny could lie and beat around the bush a little bit, but what the hell. Looks like he’s going to have to be the sane one here, no surprise there.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Steven?" Danny asked.
Steven quirked an eyebrow in his direction, the silent question evident in his eyes as he took another sip of beer.
"I mean, with your—your broodingness and your eyes that can't decide what color they want to be and your dumb tattoos and your terrible, terrible penchant for taking your shirt off as often as fucking possible."
Steve studied him carefully. "Is 'broodingness' a word?"
"Seriously? That is what you pick up on right now?"
"You've usually got a pretty good vocabulary, Danno. Just wondering if you're maybe flustered or something."
"I hate you," Danny said mildly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He blindly pointed his beer bottle in Steve's direction. "I hate you so much right now."
"Aw, c'mon, Danno," Steve said in that dumb, infuriating, spine-meltingly hot low voice of his.
Danny clenched his eyes shut tighter for a second before opening them, surprised to see Steve on his knees in front of his chair.
"I'm tired of fighting it, Steve," Danny said quietly, fingers fidgeting with the label in his beer bottle. "I'm just tired. I don't think I can do it anymore."
Steve reached toward him, gently tugging the beer bottle out of his hand and placing it on the table alongside his own.
He looked at Danny, tilting his head a little bit and bracing his hands on the arms of Danny's chair.
"Me too," he said simply.
He leaned in and the kiss was soft and gentle and sweet for about three seconds before Danny's breath hitched in his throat and he opened his mouth on a little moan, rapidly ratcheting up the intensity.
Steve rose higher on his knees and pushed more into Danny's space, pressing more firmly into the kiss. His hands moved from the chair to Danny's face, pushing his fingers into Danny’s hair. Everything was warm and slick and just wonderful.
Danny wrenched his head to the side after a few minutes, taking a couple deep lungfuls of air. He shut his eyes firmly and tried to regulate his breathing, shaking his head when Steve reached for him.
Steve used his nose to nudge at Danny's cheek. "C’mon, babe, what's wrong?" he said, softer than Danny would have said he was capable of speaking.
Danny reopened his eyes and smiled shakily, in an attempt to be reassuring. “It’s just, uh,” he said. “We've been headed in this direction for a long time. It’s a lot to take in.”
Steve’s mouth relaxed into a lazy grin and he pushed himself to his feet, holding a hand out to Danny. Danny looked at his hand and then up at him, unable to resist returning the grin. He grasped Steve’s hand, and he hauled him up. Danny stumbled a little and fell against Steve’s chest, but Steve’s arms came up around him immediately and he lowered his head to capture Danny’s lips again.
Danny ran his hands up and down Steve’s arms, over those dumb tattoos and those even dumber biceps. Seriously, were those necessary?
“Yeah, Danno, they actually are,” Steve said with a chuckle. Danny rolled his eyes and dragged Steve’s mouth back down to his. At least if his mouth was occupied he’d have a lesser chance of spilling everything that was on his mind.
Steve wound his arms even tighter around Danny, walking them back toward the house. Steve shot an arm out to keep them from crashing into the door frame, and he fumbled around behind him awkwardly to shut and lock the door. Danny took advantage of his scrabbling, whipping Steve around and pressing him against the wall next to the door.
“Aw, fuck, Danno,” Steve groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. Danny dived in immediately, nibbling and sucking up and down the marvelous cords of Steve’s neck while one hand wandered down and squeezed Steve’s cock in his jeans. Steve groaned again, twisting his fingers in Danny’s hair and pulling his head up to get at his mouth again, sinking his tongue in deep. He moved one hand from Danny’s hair and slid it down his back to ass, squeezing and then moaning into the kiss.
“C’mon, you got a bed in this place or what?” Danny said, the breathless tone of his voice offsetting the overconfidence of his words. “Now I've got a crick in my neck, thanks you giant.”
Steve smiled again and rubbed his thumb back and forth across Danny’s cheekbone. “Maybe we need to get you a little stool or something,” he said thoughtfully.
He broke away from their embrace with a grin, walking backward toward the stairs and thoroughly enjoying the look of rage on Danny’s face. Danny pointed at him and shook his head.
“You asshole,” Danny said flatly, the lightness in his eyes belying his tone and his words. He moved swiftly past Steve up a couple of steps before stopping and turning back toward him. He reached out and grasped Steve’s biceps, sneaking his fingers into the sleeves of his shirt to stroke across the tattoos.
“Let’s see how you like it,” Danny muttered, dipping his head down to capture Steve’s mouth. They stood there for several minutes, Steve standing a couple steps below Danny with his arms wrapped around his hips. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, grunting when Danny gripped his arms tighter.
“Anything for you, Danno,” Steve said when they broke for air, his tone playful. But his eyes were serious, and Danny smiled. He reached down for Steve’s hand, tugging him up the stairs and toward the bedroom.
As soon as they passed over the threshold, Steve used one big hand on Danny’s chest to press him against the wall. He swiftly unbuttoned Danny’s shirt, barely managing to resist just ripping the damn thing off. He slid his hands over Danny’s abs and up to his chest before pushing the shirt over his shoulders. Danny smiled breathlessly and helped, pulling the shirt off his arms. He reached for his pants, but Steve grabbed his hand and stopped him, smirking and dropping to his knees.
As soon as his fly was open, Steve leaned forward and let his nose nudge along Danny’s rock-hard cock, taking a deep whiff of the warmth concentrated in the crease of Danny’s groin. Danny let out a little whine, spreading his legs a bit to better brace himself.
Steve used one hand to stroke carefully along Danny’s dick while the other wrestled Danny’s pants down to his ankles. Danny frantically tried to step out of his pants without dislodging his cock from Steve’s attentions, only managing to stay upright thanks to Steve’s hard grip on his waist.
Steve rocked back on his heels and stood up gracefully, grinning and walking them backward in the direction of the bed. Instead of twisting them as Danny had anticipated, he fell back and pulled Danny on top of him. His mouth was back on Danny’s instantly as he scooted back toward the headboard, and soon one of his legs came up to wrap around Danny’s hip. Danny’s dick dragged against the rough material of Steve’s jeans, and he jerked his head up.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Danny gasped. “You get naked all the time—all the fucking time, Steven, don’t give me that look—when it’s not appropriate but now that’s absolutely appropriate for once you are fully dressed.”
Steve just smiled and shrugged, lying back contentedly against the pillows. Danny sighed and lifted his eyes toward the ceiling. “You’re going to kill me, I swear it.”
He shifted up off Steve a little bit and reached down to unbutton Steve’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and rubbing his fingers across his nipples along the way. “Could you provide any assistance, you Neanderthal?”
Steve sighed loudly, trying and failing to sound put-upon. He shimmied out of his jeans and boxer briefs, tossing them to the other side of the room.
“There are those stripping skills, babe,” Danny said, stroking a hand over Steve’s chest and abs.
Steve pulled him back down and lifted his legs, wrapping them around Danny’s thighs. “Please, Danno,” he said quietly, urgently. “C’mon.”
Danny looked down at him in surprise. He lost his train of thought briefly as Steve hitched his hips up, and they grinded together for a few glorious moments. Danny then shook his head, regaining his ability to think and pressing a little more of his weight on Steve to hold him down.
“Really, babe?” Danny asked. “You sure?”
Steve nodded energetically and leaned up to fuse their mouths together again. “Please, Danno,” he said against his lips. “C’mon. Need you.”
Danny groaned loudly and hung his head, everything hitting him just a little too intensely at the moment. He leaned down and thoroughly plundered Steve’s mouth, funneling the energy thrumming through his body into Steve.
“You got stuff?” he asked between kisses.
Steve smirked. “Course I got stuff,” he said, gesturing with his head to the nightstand.
Danny reached over, managing to dig through the drawer with his right hand while Steve nibbled along his left bicep. His hand closed on a small tube and he sat back on his haunches, settling in between Steve’s spread legs and smiling at him. He slicked up one hand while softly stroking the inside of Steve’s thigh with the other.
Danny dropped down suddenly, taking one of Steve’s balls gently into his mouth and stroking his dick with his lubed hand. Steve gave a little shout and lifted his head, staring down at Danny. Danny met his gaze, his mouth still full, and winked. Steve groaned loudly and dropped his head back down against the pillows.
“Dannooo,” Steve bit out, his voice already sounding like he’d been screaming for a while. “C’mon. Please.”
Danny chuckled a bit and sat back up, grasping his own cock and squeezing briefly. He knelt over Steve, unable to resist rubbing his hand over Steve’s abs again. He leaned down to kiss Steve fiercely, one hand braced by Steve’s shoulder to hold his weight up. The other hand wandered down further, one finger slowly slipping into Steve. Steve twitched a bit, moaning wildly into their kiss.
Danny moved his finger around slowly, gently, trying to spread the lube around. He slipped it out again and reentered with two fingers, circling shallowly. Steve whined high in his throat and hitched his hips up, trying to take Danny in deeper.
Danny, stilling his fingers, sat up more fully and looked down at him sternly, one hand coming down swiftly to hold Steve’s hip. “Hey, we do this my way. Calm down, you animal.” He grinned at him, unable to keep the fondness off his face.
Danny resumed the movement of his fingers, slipping in a little deeper and crooking his fingers just a bit to graze across his prostate. Steve whimpered and moved restlessly, twisting one hand in the sheets and using the other to get a firm grip on Danny’s arm. Danny leaned down to kiss him again, keeping gentle pressure on Steve’s prostate.
“Danny,” Steve gasped. “You’re killing me here.”
Before Danny could even realize what was happening, he found himself flat on his back, Steve grinning triumphantly on top of him, a little breathless. Steve scooted forward a bit on his knees, reaching behind him to lightly grip Danny’s dick. He held it steady and rose up a little, one hand braced on Danny’s chest. It was Danny’s turn to whine, his hands clutching Steve’s thighs, hard enough to leave little bruises.
Steve gave a little wink and started to work himself down onto Danny’s cock. Danny cried out and slammed his eyes shut, his brain literally unable to comprehend the sheer hotness of the sight in front of him along with the onslaught of warm, tight sensations along his dick.
Several moments later, as Steve continue to lower himself slowly, Danny peeked one eye open—what the hell, he could die happy like this anyway—and found himself unable, for the first time in his life, to make a sound. His eyes roved hungrily over Steve, taking in the way his abs clenched and his thigh muscles bunched as he sank further down.
“Oh god,” Danny started to ramble. “I didn’t think it was possible, but this is actually better than what I had fantasized. And believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot. Not that it’s really that hard to get a mental picture thanks to your need to show off your torso all the time.”
Steve laughed weakly and shifted the hand on Danny’s chest over a bit to tweak his nipple. “Gosh, Danno. It really does take a lot to shut you up.”
Steve dropped fully into the cradle of Danny’s hips, his ass brushing against Danny’s balls. Danny squeaked—though he’d definitely deny it—and sat up as much as he could with Steve’s hand on his chest. He reached impatiently for Steve, desperately trying to get his tongue in his mouth. Steve curled forward and brought both of his hands up to Danny’s face. As he started to move up and down, their kisses turned more into breathing into each other’s mouths with the occasional swipe of tongues.
“God, Danno,” Steve panted into Danny’s mouth. “You’re even bigger than I had dreamed, you feel so—shit, so fucking good.”
Danny used strength he didn't even know he had to bend one leg, brace his foot against the bed, and flip Steve over onto his back. Taking in Steve’s surprised laugh, he crawled over him immediately and gripped the base of his own dick, slowly sliding back into Steve.
He nestled his head into Steve’s neck, feeling the vibrations in Steve’s throat as he groaned when Danny bottomed out. Danny paused from dropping little biting kisses along Steve’s jawline to dip his head and take in a deep breath. Steve smelled warm and a little musky and well, just exactly the way Steve should smell.
“C’mon, babe,” he said softly into Steve’s ear, pausing to tug on Steve’s earlobe with his teeth. He stilled the movements of his hips, just pushing deep into Steve and settling there. “Tell me how good it feels, tell me what you need.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Steve groaned. He twisted his head frantically, trying to get at Danny’s mouth. “I need it, Danno, please. Need it so fucking bad, babe. Please move. You feel so fucking good.” Steve tried to move his hips as much as he could under Danny’s solid weight.
Danny grinned—Steve McGarrett begging would never not do it for him, not ever—and lifted up a bit to start shifting his hips, slowly moving in and out. Steve whined impatiently, trying to follow Danny’s hips and speed up their rhythm.
Danny gazed down at Steve, braced on his elbows on either side of Steve’s torso. He dipped his head to kiss him feverishly, rubbing his fingers reverently over the strands of gray at Steve’s temple.
“Faster, Danny,” Steve said, twisting his head to the side. “Please.”
Danny rose and rested all of his weight on one fully-extended arm, reaching the other down to grasp Steve’s cock and stroke it slowly. Steve whined and moved his hips into Danny’s touch, raising his head to look down and watch their movements together.
As Danny pistoned his hips faster and harder, everything in his head went a little fuzzy around the edges. He could barely even register Steve gasping and moaning beneath him, all of his attention focused on moving his hips and stripping Steve’s cock as fast as possible.
“Fuck, Steve,” he forced out. “I’m gonna come babe, please, c’mon.”
Danny hitched his hips up a bit, shifting the angle so that the head of his cock bumped up against Steve’s prostate with every thrust.
Steve howled. “Danny,” he called out breathlessly. “Do not stop, or I am going to fucking kill you, I swear. Right there, c’mon, right there.”
Danny dropped his head, breathing hard and trying to get them both there as fast as he could. A loud groan brought him out of his haze and he snapped his head up to look at Steve, his eyes wild and lust-filled. Steve shuddered and dropped back against the bed, closing his eyes. Danny darted his eyes downward just in time to watch Steve’s dick twitch in his hand, spurting all over Danny’s hand and Steve’s abs.
The rhythmic pulses around his dick were too much for Danny, and his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He shoved up in Steve as much as possible and held himself there, gasping as everything poured out of him. The extra simulation against his prostate caused Steve to tremble, his cock unleashing a couple weak extra shots.
Danny stayed still, braced over Steve, as he heaved and desperately tried to get enough oxygen into his lungs. He squawked as he felt Steve’s arms come up around him, pulling him down with a thud onto Steve’s chest.
“Fuck, Danno,” Steve said slowly, sounding thoroughly sexed-out and satisfied. “Why haven’t we been doing that for the past few years?”
Danny chuckled wildly, interrupting his efforts to breathe properly. He slid over to Steve’s side, tucking himself under his arm and laying across his chest. “Dunno, babe. We were pretty dumb, I guess.”